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Not Like Last Time

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: Kate Bishop is your best friend. You have feelings for her, even though you’ve tried your hardest not to.

Word Count: ~1,900

Content Warnings: A bit of angst

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You’re 99% sure that Kate has feelings for you. Which is a problem. Not because you don’t like her back, but because you do.

You didn’t mean to catch feelings for your best friend. Not after last time. But Kate is…Kate. She’s brave, funny, kind, devastatingly charming, and the most caring person you know. It was almost impossible not to fall for her.

But you can’t do anything about it. No matter how much she playfully flirts, or sneaks up behind you to hug you and rest her head on your shoulder (you catch her almost every time), or cuddles with you on the couch, your bodies fully touching.

You won’t date a best friend again. It’s not like the movies or books, where the two best friends are soulmates and fall in love and live happily ever after. Dating your best friend leads to the two of you never speaking to each other again. You know from personal experience. That can’t happen with Kate—you couldn’t bear losing her, not to mention you work together.

So you savor her lingering touches, and try to convince yourself you only want her like a best friend. Friends cuddle. They fake-flirt with each other. It doesn’t mean anything more to her.

Yelena corners you in your room one day as you’re getting ready for an Avengers party. You’re only really half-dressed, but neither of you mind. She sits on your bed, staring you down through the mirror on your wall.

“You like Kate Bishop.” It’s not phrased as a question.

“She’s my best friend,” you shrug, “liking her is kind of the point.”

Yelena glares at you. “You like her romantically. You cuddle practically all the time. You hold hands.”

“You and I cuddle, Yel. It’s not that big a deal.”

You don’t know why you’re trying to hide the truth from Yelena. You both know she knows.

“You are so stubborn. She likes you, you know.”

“That’s the issue.” Having confirmation that Kate likes you back sends nerves through your stomach. Your heart speeds up just a bit.

“You like each other. Why don’t you do something about it?”

“You know why.” You had told Yelena about your ex one night when you had gotten drunk. How you’d been best friends since childhood. How it had turned to something more. How badly it had gone.

“Kate isn’t your ex.”

“I can’t lose her,” you whisper, lip trembling. Yelena softens. She sighs, rubbing a hand soothingly on your back,

“Just think about it, okay?”

You nod, mostly to placate Yelena. Because you have thought about it. Extensively. For the past few months, every night as you drifted to sleep your mind ran through scenarios. There were too many bad what ifs and not enough good ones to risk it.

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There aren’t many people at the party when you arrive. This is your typical move: arrive early, stay until the middle, leave early, and very rarely, return towards the end. You spot Kate pouring a drink at the bar, and try to look anywhere else to avoid contact. You’ve been feeling weird since your conversation with Yelena.

Unfortunately, it’s like Kate knows you’re avoiding her, because her gaze locks onto yours. Her smile spreads into a full on grin and she waves you over.

“Hey, hot stuff,” she winks when you reach her, already pouring your favorite drink.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flip flops. “Hi, Katie.”

“You’re not going to tell me how hot I am?” Kate pouts, sliding your glass to you.

“Like you don’t already know,” grinning, you take a sip of your drink. It’s perfect. Kate knows just how you like it.

She leans across the bar to kiss your cheek, a bit too close to your mouth to be entirely platonic. You let her, but stiffen slightly. Kate clocks your discomfort, and it’s impossible not to feel guilty at the look of confusion that passes over her face.

“I need to go say hi to,” you quickly scan the room, desperate for an escape, “Bucky.”

Now Kate looks hurt. You’re not being a good friend right now, you know that. It twists in your chest. It takes everything in you not to say you were joking and pull her close.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll talk to you later?” Kate plasters on a smile, but you know her. It’s her talking to journalists or random party guests smile, not the one usually reserved for you.

You squeeze her hand gently in response, guilt flooding you. You turn and walk over to Bucky, who just arrived, and looks like he does not want to be here. Same, Bucky. Same.

“Hey, Bucky.” You walk over to him. He pulls you into a side hug.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Your eyes go wide and you choke on your drink. Coughing, you splutter,

“What?”

He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “You and Bishop are usually attached at the hip at these things, but you rushed over here to see me.”

“Was it that obvious?” You cringe. Bucky nods. “I really did want to talk to you.”

“Sure you did, kid.”

You could drop this line of conversation right now. Bucky would raise an eyebrow, but he wouldn’t say anything.

“We’re not fighting or anything,” comes out of your mouth instead.

“No, you’re just avoiding her.”

“I guess I am,” you take a deep swig of your drink.

Bucky sighs. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head. This is neither the time, nor the place, to unpack everything going on in your head.

“Fine with me.”

You stick with Bucky, making polite small talk with politicians and less polite conversation with other members of the team. Wordlessly, Bucky always guides you so you never run into Kate. It looks unintentional to the untrained eye, but you know better. You make a silent note to get him a thank you present later.

Kate sticks mostly with Yelena, not that you’re looking for her in the crowd. You just happen to spot them a few times as you’re people-watching. That’s it.

An hour and a half in, you’ve had enough.

“If I have to smile politely and nod at one more politician, I am blowing this place up,” you mutter to Bucky. The two of you are taking a break at the edge of the room.

“Is it time for you to slip out for a few hours?” Of course Bucky knows your patterns.

“I think so. Thanks for letting me tag along with you tonight.”

“Anytime, kid.” Bucky claps a hand on your shoulder. “But talk to Bishop, okay? She’s had this sad look on her face like someone kicked her puppy. I don’t know what’s happening with you two, but I know you want to work things out.”

You look at your feet and nod. Bucky smiles, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, get outta here.”

You do.

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You collapse on your bed the second you get through the door, not even bothering to change out of your clothes. You need to get a grip on yourself. Either get over these feelings or suck it up, because not being around Kate hurts every atom in your body.

This is why you can’t be together, you remind yourself. This feeling, like there’s a gaping hole in your chest, is exactly why you can’t be more than her best friend.

Groaning, you sit up. You’re definitely not going back to the party tonight. You strip, rummaging in your drawer for your sleep clothes. The first thing you find is Kate’s merch. The universe really is against you. You pull on the Hawkeye pants anyway, deciding you deserve the guilt trip.

There’s a knock at your door as you’re looking for a shirt. It’s probably Yelena, here to chew you out for your behavior tonight. You open the door. Yelena’s seen you shirtless plenty of times. She won’t care, and you don’t have the energy to scramble for one.

It’s not Yelena outside.

“Oh! Uh, hi.” Kate stammers, face going red as she tries not to stare at your naked torso.

“Kate! I was just, uh,” you struggle with words, backing away quickly and throwing on the first shirt your fingers find. “I thought you were Yelena.”

Belatedly, you realize the T-shirt is another piece of Hawkeye merch. Welp.

“Would you have opened the door if you knew it was me?”

You recoil. Her words hurt more than if she’d slapped you.

“Katie…I—I, uh.”

“You’re avoiding me.” Kate crosses her arms.

“Kate, it’s not like that—“

“Will you just please tell me what’s going on?” Kate pleads. “Did I do something? Are you mad at me?”

“No!” You protest, holding your hands up, “you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not mad.”

“Then what?”

You feel the distance between you even though you’re inches apart, separated only by the threshold of your door. You gesture for Kate to come inside. She gives you a look, but does, sitting on your bed. You close the door and sit next to her, resisting the urge to touch your thigh to hers.

“I like you. As more than a friend.” You look straight ahead.

“So you’re avoiding me?” Kate’s stare is on you, incredulous. “I like you too, you know.”

This is not how you’d imagined this conversation going. Frankly, you’d expected to never have this conversation.

“That’s the problem.”

Kate’s voice breaks. “How is that a problem?”

The memories of your first heartbreak rush to the front of your mind. “I can’t lose you! I think I’d die if you stopped talking to me.”

Kate falters. “Why would you lose me if we got together?”

“Because that’s what happens!” You shout. When did you start raising your voice? “We date, and inevitably it goes badly and we never speak again.”

“How do you know that’s what will happen with us?” Kate whispers.

“I—“ you don’t know.

“I won’t let that happen. Our friendship will always come first.”

You’ve heard those words before.

“Kate…”

“Please?” She takes your hands and forces you to look at her. “Don’t you want to at least try? At least see if things are different this time. With me.”

You do. You really do. You want to be with Kate so much it physically hurts. But it hurts so much less than the thought of losing her entirely.

Kate can tell you’re losing your resolve. “We can take it slow,” she rubs small circles on the back of your hand. “Start with a date. See where it goes from there.”

You don’t answer for a long time, sitting with your thoughts, thoughts going at the speed of a hurricane.

“Okay,” you finally say, squeezing her hands. “I can try slow.”

She finally smiles. “Yeah? You mean it?”

“I do.” Those words carry so much weight that they make your chest ache.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Hmm, I might be able to pencil you in,” you joke. You both know your night is totally open.

Kate laughs. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She stands and kisses your cheek, and this time you lean into her touch. More than anything, you want to turn your head and kiss her lips. But you resist. Kissing before your first date is definitely not taking things slow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” you smile.

She squeezes your hand one last time before heading out the door. She locks eyes with you as she’s closing it.

“It’s a date.”

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Not A Boy (still a threat)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x sibling!Reader, Kate Bishop x Maximoff!Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: Wanda catches you with Kate. Protective big sister mode activated.

Word Count: ~700

Content Warnings: perceived homophobia (but not actual homophobia)

A/N: Happy pride! No pronouns are used for reader, but reader comes out to Wanda as sapphic.

Translation: злато = gold

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Wanda is extremely protective of you, since you’re the youngest Maximoff sibling.

You’ve never even expressed romantic interest in anyone to her, but she still threatens to go after any hypothetical boy who breaks your heart.

So, obviously, you don’t tell your big sister that you have a girlfriend.

Especially not that said girlfriend is your fellow Avenger, Kate Bishop.

You and Kate have been doing a good job hiding your relationship from her for the past eight months.

Wanda will find out eventually, but hopefully not until a wedding invitation arrives for her in the mail.

It’s a lot of sneaking around and going behind her back, but it’s better than Wanda eviscerating Kate.

Kate’s in your room one day, door locked. You aren’t doing anything particularly scandalous, cuddling in bed and exchanging the occasional kiss. Your legs are intertwined, and you’ve never felt safer than in her arms. Kate kisses your nose and you giggle.

“Злато, are you in there?”

Immediately you and Kate go silent. Wanda waits for a moment before calling out again.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Silently, you and Kate agree to pretend you aren’t here.

“I know you’re in here, злато.”

Uh oh, so much for that plan.

“Just open the door. I know you’re hiding that boy of yours in there.”

“There are no boys in here, Wands. Cross my heart.”

She growls. “That’s it. I’m coming in.”

She overrides your lock, and you curse yourself for not putting your usual privacy measures in place. Kate scrambles away from you in panic, but Wanda is already inside.

“Where is h—Kate?!”

“Uh, hey, Wanda.” Kate waves awkwardly. “I’m gonna go.” She looks at you and you nod. “Great! Bye!”

Wanda glares at Kate as she flees, but doesn’t stop her. She turns her glare to you.

You look anywhere but at Wanda and shrug. “Hey, Kate’s not a boy.”

“How long have you been lying to me?”

“Lying?” you’re offended. “I haven’t been lying to you, Wanda,” you scoff.

“So what? You’ve just been seeing that girl behind my back?”

The way she says it, the way she refuses to even say Kate’s name, makes your blood curdle.

“You would’ve preferred it if I had been hooking up with some random boy.” You say it as a statement, not a question

“Over Kate? Probably.” She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow like this is the obvious answer.

“Well, I’m sorry we can’t all be happy in sad, heterosexual relationships with toasters who have the same stone powers as us.”

“Is that what you think this is about?” Wanda softens suddenly. “You think I’m angry because you’re dating a girl?”

You’re still bristling, “what am I supposed to think?”

“That Kate is reckless and impulsive, and if you’re interested in girls there are many safer options.”

“I love her, Wanda. She’s soft and sweet, and she cares so deeply. And maybe she’s reckless, but you can’t pretend you weren’t the same way when you first joined the team.”

Hearing your impassioned speech, Wanda softens further, running a hand over your upper arm. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, злота.”

“I know the risks.” Sighing, you lean into your sister’s touch. “And she’s not the only one who could die. I’m terrified of losing you too, Wanda.”

You can see the fight leave Wanda’s body at your words. She wraps her arms around you. “I’m sorry for reacting so harshly. If Kate makes you happy, I’m happy for you.”

“Even though she’s a girl and an Avenger?” Your voice is muffled by her body. Wanda chuckles,

“Of course it’s okay that she’s a girl. It’s the Avenger part that worries me.”

You hug her back, pulling her close to you. A weight has been lifted off your chest. It feels better now that Wanda knows.

“I will be having a talk with Kate,” Wanda lets you know as a courtesy, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You bury your head further into her and groan. You’ll never be able to escape your sister’s protective instincts.

You wouldn’t have her any other way.

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hi, totally fine if you’re not comfortable with this, but could I request a kate bishop x reader fic where reader and Kate have been on a few dates and reader comes out to Kate as asexual or acespec? Thank you!!

Ace of Hearts

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Ace!Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: you work up the courage to tell Kate that you’re ace.

Word Count: ~350

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Things with Kate have been going well. Really well. You’ve even kissed a couple times, and she’s been very respectful about it.

But you can tell she wants more out of your relationship, not necessarily physically, but emotionally too.

Kate gives you butterflies. She’s warm, kind, funny, and devastatingly charming. You don’t want to lose her by coming out to her as asexual. You’ve lost partners over it before, and it was never fun. you don’t blame them - everyone has different needs in a relationship - but you really like Kate.

You decide you need to tell her before you fall for her any further.

Of course, the words don’t come until you’re on another date and Kate has just lightly kissed your lips.

“I’m asexual,” you say before you can stop yourself. “I don’t feel sexual attraction for anybody.”

Kate looks slightly confused. “Okay—“

“I just thought you should know. In case you don’t want to keep doing this anymore. Because that’s totally fine.”

“Hey. No,” Kate shakes her head, “that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. And I still want to keep seeing you. I am down to do whatever you are comfortable with, but sex isn’t necessary at all.”

A long breath escapes you and you wrap your arms around her waist to pull her into a hug.

“Thank you for being okay with this.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Kate drapes her arms over your shoulders, “thank you for being open with me.”

You laugh out of relief. In retrospect it seems silly that you thought Kate would break up with you over your sexuality. Pure affection rushes through you and you bury your face in her neck.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” You mumble into her skin.

“What?”

You lift your face up. “Will you,” One of your hands rises to cup her cheek, “Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, do me the incredible honor of becoming my girlfriend?”

Kate’s eyes light up. “Yes. Yes! One hundred percent. This is the happiest day of my life.”

Her lips find yours again and you sigh into the first official kiss of your relationship.

You know it won’t be your last.

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Request Guidelines/Fandoms I Write For/Tags

Requests: Open

Hi, I'm Knees. I am a student with multiple part time jobs, so my posting will be erratic. This blog is primarily for fem/nb character(s)xreader fics, but I also write for ships (mainly femslash). I may also write for male characters if I feel inspired. I write romantic, platonic, and familial character(s) x reader so please be sure to specify what type of fic you want!

Fandoms I write for:

Marvel

Warrior Nun

Legends of Tomorrow

Supergirl

Arcane

Wheel of Time (show)

Critical Role (C2+3, mostly platonic/familial for xreader)

Guidelines and Tags (under the cut):

Please be respectful! I will not tolerate hate of any kind.

Reader’s gender will not be specified unless requested.

When requesting familial/platonic relationships, please specify the relationship dynamic and the age of the reader (I will default write R as a young adult). Characters are generally written as their canonical age, except when requested or when it doesn’t make sense.

If no relationship type is specified in the request, I will write an ambiguous or romantic relationship.

Characters only. I don’t write real-person fanfic (personal preference)

I don't write smut. Implied smut is fine! This may change, but I am not confident in my smut writing abilities!

No otherwise graphic content (except cursing). Anything PG-13 or less is fine!

No incest or dark! characters. Also I will never write a romantic relationship between an adult and a minor. Aged-down characters are fine.

I am generally okay writing characters/R who have a disability, have a mental health condition, or are dealing with trauma.

Tags I Use:

#kneeshc = my headcanons

#kneeslist = my masterlists

#kneesreq = request answers

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Maria Hill x Reader

❀ = Fluff ★ = Angst ❥ = Hurt/Comfort

Familial

1. Parental:

"Left. Other Left!" (Blackhill x young!child!Reader) ❥ ❀

You make a mistake in training, causing you to question yourself. Maria and Natasha reassure you that everything is okay.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

❀ = Fluff ★ = Angst ❥ = Hurt/Comfort

Familial

1. Parental:

"Left. Other Left!" (Blackhill x young!child!Reader) ❥ ❀

You make a mistake in training, causing you to question yourself. Maria and Natasha reassure you that everything is okay.

Ambiguous

Loud (x OCD!fem!Reader) ★ ❥

when you stop taking your meds, your intrusive thoughts return with a vengeance. Natasha and Wanda notice.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

❀ = Fluff ★ = Angst ❥ = Hurt/Comfort

Romantic

Market Day ❀

You and Wanda explore a fall market

Familial

Not A Boy (still a threat) (xsibling!Reader, Kate Bishop x Reader) ❀ ❥

Wanda catches you with Kate. Protective big sister mode activated.

Ambiguous

Loud (x OCD!fem!Reader) ★ ❥

when you stop taking your meds, your intrusive thoughts return with a vengeance. Natasha and Wanda notice.

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Kate Bishop x Reader

❀ = Fluff ★ = Angst ❥ = Hurt/Comfort

Romantic

Lost Pet Meet Cute ❀

You find a dog sitting directly in your path one morning. You don’t expect his owner to be even cuter than he is.

Favorite Scent ❀

You find Kate cozy in bed and can't help but join her.

Ace of Hearts ❀

you work up the courage to tell Kate that you’re ace.

Not A Boy (still a threat) (xMaximoff!Reader) ❀ ❥

Wanda catches you with Kate. Protective big sister mode activated.

Not Like Last Time (xbestfriend!Reader) ★ ❥ ❀

Kate’s your best friend. You have feelings for her even though you shouldn’t.

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Marvel Head Canons

Marvel Women x Diabetic!Reader

Hypoglycemia

They find out you have diabetes

Misc.

Your OG Avenger Parents Discover You're Dating Kate (Kate Bishop x Reader)

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Masterlist

Marvel

Head Canons

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Warrior Nun

Little Tiger (Avatrice x youngersibling!Reader)

Legends of Tomorrow

Supergirl

Arcane

Critical Role

Wheel of Time

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Kate Bishop x Reader HC:

Your OG Avenger parents find out you’re dating Kate

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Reader (romantic); Thor, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers and/x Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Clint Barton x Linda Barton, and Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill x Reader (familial) (No pronouns used)

Content Warnings: Kate being in a medically induced coma (Natasha’s HC only)

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Thor

Thor talks with you about your romantic life

It’s not an awkward thing, it’s just how your relationship has always been

You don’t talk about your courtships often, but if you don’t mention anyone to him for a couple months, he’ll ask about it

So as soon as Kate gives you her blessing, you tell your dad

You’re having your weekly dinner together when you tell him.

“Father, I’m dating someone new.”

“Wonderful!” Thor claps a hand on your back. “Woman? Man? Somewhere in between?”

“A woman. Kate Bishop.”

Your dad smiles. “The little hawk! Good, I like her. Bring her to dinner sometime so we can get more closely acquainted. I can tell her stories of your childhood.”

“Father!” Your protest falls on deaf ears as he keeps talking

“Yes, she will know all about how mighty you were, even as a little one. I can even show her the pictures—“

“Dad!”

Bruce Banner

Bruce knows you’re hiding something from him

But you don’t appear to be in any danger, so he doesn’t bring it up with you

You’ll tell him whatever it is when you’re ready

You know your dad knows that you’re hiding something

You also know he doesn’t know what you’re hiding

He’s never been the best at talking about feelings—his or yours

Especially romantic ones

When he gave you “the talk” he was more embarrassed about it than you, even though he kept reassuring you that everything your body felt and did was normal

He couldn’t make eye contact with you for a week after that

But his awkwardness isn’t the reason you haven’t told him your secret

You just don’t want to say anything until you’re sure your relationship is at least a semi-long-term thing

“Hey, dad?”

“Hm?” Bruce looks up from tinkering on his latest project

“I have to tell you something,” you fidget a little

“Sure,” he gestures to a free stool, “is everything okay?”

You suck in a deep breath. “Everything is great, actually. I, uh,”

Your dad looks at you expectantly. His calm demeanor is simultaneously soothing and nerve-wracking

“So, I’ve been seeing someone. A girl, specifically. One you know, actually. And we’re officially together - as in, she’s my girlfriend - so I thought I should tell you…and yeah,” you finish your rambling, breathless and with warm cheeks

“That’s great,” he smiles, “do I get to know which girl?”

Oh. In your rush to tell him, you’d completely neglected to mention the fact that you’re dating

“Kate Bishop.”

“Oh. Wow,” your dad’s face has gone from happy to surprised, and you feel your anxiety start to creep up again. He sees the look on your face and immediately stammers, “no no no, I’m happy for you, kid. I just didn’t realize she was your type. I mean, I didn’t really have any idea about what your type was before this, and I’m glad Kate is…I’m glad she makes you happy. She does make you happy, right?”

You definitely got your rambling from your dad. You smile, “she makes me really happy.”

“Well good,” Bruce wrings his hands together, “you deserve to be happy. And if she ever stops making you happy you tell me, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” It’s cute when he gets protective over you.

“I love you,” he stands and wraps an arm around you

“I love you too.”

Steve Rogers (and/x Bucky Barnes)

You and your dad have a tradition of watching movies together whenever you both have a free Friday night

Usually, your Uncle Bucky joins you, and when your dad is on a mission you occasionally watch with your uncle instead

But there are times when all three of you are busy, so you’re pretty sure you’re safe when you cancel occasionally to hang out with “friends”

AKA your girlfriend, Kate Bishop

(But sometimes your friends too)

It’s a Friday night, and Steve and Bucky are both on missions

You miss them, you don’t have anything else to do, and it’s been a while since your last movie night

So you decide to have Kate over instead

You end up with Kate cuddled into your side with your arm wrapped around her, both of you yawning even though you’re only halfway through the movie

Kate kisses your cheek lazily, “what if I just…” she begins lowering herself onto your lap, “close my eyes for a second? Not to sleep, just to rest.”

You laugh and card your fingers through her hair. She sighs contentedly, and soon you’re both dozing on the couch

Before you know it, someone is gently shaking your shoulder

“Whuh?” You startle awake and see Bucky staring down at you. Kate shifts, still asleep

“Hey kid.” He ruffles your hair

All the drowsiness instantly leaves your body as excitement takes over. Your dad and uncle weren’t supposed to be home for another few days

“Uncle Bucky!”

This finally wakes Kate, who rubs her eyes blearily, “Babe, wha—?” She stops mid-question when her eyes land on Bucky, “I-I mean…Bucky! Hi! Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Nice save, Bishop,” Bucky smirks

Kate sits up and buries her face in the crook of your neck, groaning softly. “Sorry, babe”

You and Bucky stare at each other, daring the other to break the silence as you rub slow circles on Kate’s back

“So,” Bucky finally breaks, more for your benefit than anything else, “you and Bishop?”

This makes your face heat up. “Don’t tell dad. Please?” You beg. You’ve never brought anyone home before, and this is not the introduction you want

“Don’t tell me what?” Your dad picks that moment to walk in. Kate leans back from you to an approximately platonic distance

The look your uncle gives you says he’s not going to tell your dad, but you probably should

“I, uh, so the thing is—“

“We’re dating,” Kate blurts out, unable to resist Steve’s Captain America stare

Your dad looks at you, dumbfounded. “Oh,” he finally gets out

“Dad?”

“Well, I, for one, am happy for you two,” Bucky claps a hand on your shoulder

“As long as Hawkeye Junior doesn’t break your heart,” Steve levels Kate with an intense look and the latter aggressively shakes her head. He smiles, “and she has good taste in movies.”

relief floods you, even though Kate is a stuttering mess

“Yes, sir. I promise I have excellent taste in movies, Captain Rogers, sir.”

“Good,” Steve moves to sit on the couch and wraps an arm around you, the other beckoning to Bucky. “So, what are we watching?”

Tony Stark and Pepper Potts

Growing up, you’d see Kate at various functions

Your families ran in similar circles

You didn’t really get to know each other until high school, when you went to the same boarding school

The two of you quickly became best friends, but it took years for the two of you to realize your feelings weren’t just friendly

You agree not to tell your parents about your relationship because you don’t want things to get messy

But Kate is still your unofficial, official date to your dad’s annual New Year’s Eve party

At 11:59, the two of you sneak away from the party to your dad’s office and step out on the balcony as the countdown to midnight begins

You kiss her exactly at midnight, and you might…get carried away

You’re so wrapped up in each other that you don’t notice your dad and your step-mom open the door behind you

“Kid!” Tony is shocked to see you like this. “and Miss Bishop. What a surprise.” He doesn’t sound surprised at all to see Kate here

You and Kate jump back from each other at the intrusion, and your cheeks begin to heat up

“Dad! Mo—Pepper! What are you doing here?”

Your dad raises his eyebrows, “what am I doing? In my office?”

You have enough self-respect left to look decently sheepish. You’re waiting for Tony to chew you out when Pepper turns to him and smirks

“You owe me 50 bucks.”

Tony groans. “Thanks a lot, kid.”

“Wait, you were betting on me and Kate? How did you even know I liked her?”

Pepper turns her smirk to you, “we raised you, honey. We know you better than you think.”

“We’ll leave you two alone now,” Tony opens the door. “Just make sure to use protection,” he calls as he steps inside, Pepper following close behind

You bury your face in Kate’s chest and groan, “Daaaaad, gross!”

“Well, that went better than expected.” Kate’s shaking, and it’s not immediately obvious if it’s from fear or laughter.

You get your answer when you pull back and find her eyes gleaming. She kisses you again, a little more passionately

“Now, where were we?”

Clint and Linda Barton

You originally met Kate at a college archery tournament, and the two of you became fast friends, and then something more

She practically worships your dad, but you don’t tell her who he is to you

You use your mom’s maiden name in public for safety reasons, and you want Kate to like you for you, not because of your dad

After talking and going on dates for months, you finally asked Kate to be your girlfriend during Thanksgiving

It’s too soon to meet each other’s families, so you don’t invite her over for Christmas

So imagine your surprise when your dad walks in after being delayed in the city with your girlfriend and a golden retriever in tow

You stare, slack-jawed, unable to hide your surprise, Kate’s face a mirror of your own

“…and this is my eldest—“

Your name tumbles from Kate’s lips before she can stop herself

“You two know each other?” The look your mom is giving you tells you the gears are already turning in her mind. You haven’t told her you have a girlfriend, but she’s always known you so well

Kate’s eyes go wide in panic, “we know each other from archery!” She looks at you accusingly, and you know you’re in trouble, “I didn’t know Hawkeye was your dad.”

“How well do you know each other?” your dad is making weird eye contact with your mom, a clear sign they’re having a silent conversation. Your parents turn to look at you

Lila rolls her eyes. She’s the only person in your family who knows about you and Kate. Little sister privileges. “Guys, just ask the question you actually want to.”

“Is Kate your girlfriend?” Nate asks, saving your parents the trouble. Damn, the kid’s perceptive

You pick him up and look at Kate, silently asking if she’s okay with this. She nods. You turn to Nate and say, “She is, bud.”

“Well, I guess you two shouldn’t stay in the same room,” Clint says, “and Kate and I are going to go out into the woods and have a talk about what’s going to happen if she hurts you.”

“Dad, I’m an adult. I’m old enough to share a room with my girlfriend responsibly.” You don’t even try to argue with him about giving Kate the shovel talk. He’s done it to every partner his kids have brought home

“Bring the poor girl back in one piece, Clint,” your mom winks at Kate, who smiles nervously. Laura’s gaze hardens

“I want to have a chat with her as well.”

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill

Your moms are extremely protective of you

This extends to your personal life

They run thorough background checks on all of your friends and their families

You know they will be even worse if you bring someone home

They’ve interrogated hundreds of people, and they know all about psychological torture

So…yeah, you haven’t told them you’re dating Kate Bishop

It’s hard keeping it from them, especially because they’re spies and you and Kate are both Avengers

But you’ve been incredibly careful

Whenever you’re in public, the two of you are just a pair of platonic bffs

But then Kate gets hurt on a mission

As soon as she’s brought to the Compound you’re by her side and you refuse to leave

They keep her sedated, but you still talk to her

“Hey, Katie.” You hold her hand and talk about anything and everything

Your moms walk in when you’re talking to her

“—and for our anniversary I was thinking we should recreate our first date,”

“Hi baby,” Natasha’s words startle you out of your rambling

“Mama! How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know you’ve been hiding your relationship from us,” Maria crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow

You gulp. “I wasn’t hiding it from you, I just didn’t say anything.”

Maria sighs. “We’ll talk about this later. How’s she doing?” She asks, gesturing towards Kate

“Stable. Her vitals are strong, and she’s starting to wake up on her own”

Maria puts a hand on your shoulder and looks directly into your eyes. “And how are you doing, kiddo?”

“I’m scared, Mom. I’m trying to be brave for her but it’s hard.”

“Oh, baby.” Your moms wrap you in a hug.

“We know how hard it is to see someone you care about like this,” Natasha says. Maria nods,

“We’re here for you, whatever you need.”

“Are you mad that I never told you about me and Kate?” You ask in a small voice

Natasha shakes her head. “Baby, no. We’re not mad. We feel bad you didn’t feel comfortable telling us sooner.”

“But we do want to talk to Kate once she feels better.”

“Mooooom, please don’t threaten my girlfriend.”

“We won’t threaten her, we’re just going to make sure she has good intentions and let her know what will happen if she breaks your heart.”

“Mama!”

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Hello! Ok so you don't have to do this if you don't want to but I thought it'd be really cute if you did a oneshot where Natasha and Wanda (or it could be Natasha and Maria no preference) help a fellow Avenger (reader) who has ocd (like intrusive thoughts and having to squeeze eyes shut hard and doing things in a certain rhythm, not cleaning ocd). And the reader stopped taking her meds. Could you do fem reader please if you're comfortable! Thank you! Much love! xoxo 🧡

Loud

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OCD!fem!Reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: when you stop taking your meds, your intrusive thoughts return with a vengeance. Natasha and Wanda notice.

Word Count: ~800

Content Warnings: violent intrusive thoughts (murder, blood), OCD

A/N: sorry this took so long, anon! I don't have OCD, but I have dealt with intrusive thoughts so I tried my best.

Translations: зайчик: bunny; рыбка: little fish; солнышко: sunshine

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Wanda was the first to notice something was wrong. Your thoughts sounded like screamed gibberish instead of their typical cadence and anxiety radiated from you in waves as if it was flowing from your pores.

She didn’t know what was happening, and it scared her. Unsure of what to do, she confided in Nat.

“I’m worried about her, Tasha. Her thoughts have been so loud and messy, and I don’t know what to do. Just being near her makes me start feeling antsy.”

Natasha had also clocked your unrest. For the past month, the number of pills in the bottle on your dresser had remained constant, and Natasha was willing to bet that had something to do with the changes in your behavior.

“I’m concerned too, Wanda. Let’s talk to her the next time we see her, okay?”

“Okay,” Wanda smiled slightly. “Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, зайчик, I want to make sure our girl is okay.”

They waited, but you didn’t come out of your room for days. Finally, at the 72 hour mark, Natasha and Wanda made their way to your room. They were going to help you, and there was nothing you could do to stop them.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your thoughts had gotten bad again. Maybe it had started after you stopped taking your meds, but they had made you feel different.

What if you just kill them all. It wouldn’t be hard.

You squeezed your eyes shut as if that would stop the thoughts, rocking back and forth. Three counts forward, three counts back. You tapped your fingers on your leg. Ring, middle, pointer. Ring, middle pointer.

Images flashed in your mind. Your hand wrapped around Natasha’s throat. Blood dripping from the knife you drove into Steve’s heart.

On your next rock backwards, you accidentally hit your head on the wall as you tried to shake yourself free. Pain reverberated through your skull, and you couldn’t help but think you deserved it.

And those were just the thoughts that escaped to your consciousness. There were so many more beneath the surface, trying to claw their way and pierce through your brain.

You shivered, your skin crawling as more thoughts popped into your mind. Your rocking became more frantic as your breaths got shallower and shallower.

The click of your bedroom door unlocking tugged your mind back into your body. You squeezed your eyes tighter, and your finger tapping sped up.

“Рыбка?” Natasha’s voice filtered in like sunlight through a stained-glass window, muddled but warm.

“Солнышко,” Wanda’s voice was much clearer. She was speaking directly into your head, you realized. “Your thoughts are so loud.”

Oh no. Wanda was going to find out how horrible your thoughts were. Terror gripped you as you realized what she would see. There was no way she’d ever look at you the same way again.

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Wanda smiled softly. She had crouched down, and you could sense how badly she wanted to reach out to touch you.

You shook your head, too caught up in your hyperventilation.

Natasha sat on the floor next to you, careful not to touch you or get in the way of your rocking. “Try breathing out for longer than you breathe in,” she murmured. You did as she said, some of the terror leaving you. “You’re safe. Everyone is safe.”

You tried to focus on her words, blocking out everything else until your senses were filled with Natasha and Wanda.

“These thoughts do not make you a bad person, солнышко. The fact that they scare you proves that you’re a good person,” Wanda’s voice washed over you like a wave of calm.

Your breathing evened out a little more, your fingers tapping slower. Ring. Middle. Pointer. Fighting every muscle in your body, you forced your eyes open to look at them.

Guilt wracked your body as you took in their concerned faces. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Natasha spoke gently, but firmly. “Hey, look at me. Please?”

You did as she asked, having to slow your rocking to avoid getting dizzy.

“Is it okay if I touch you right now?”

You nodded, and Natasha pressed her shoulder into yours. The contact was soothing. She was warm against you. Warm and alive.

“Would it help if we just talk for a while?” Wanda sat and leaned into your other side.

You nodded again, words unformed on your tongue.

“Okay. Let me tell you what Steve did the other day.”

Natasha launched into a story and you focused all your energy on her words. You could feel Wanda pushing your anxieties down, and for the first time since you’d stopped your meds, you felt calm.

You laid your head on Wanda’s shoulder. She hummed softly and carded her fingers through your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut, but this time they rested.

You knew they would want to talk about this at some point, but for now you were content to sit in between them and rest.

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Marvel Women x Diabetic!Reader HCs:

How they find out you have diabetes

Characters: Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers

Content Warnings: mentions of needles and blood draws in a medical setting

A/N: these can be read as platonic or romantic!

Kate Bishop:

Kate asks

You’ve known each other for a bit, and she’s seen you take medications when you eat and noticed that you always have a little device stuck on you

She’s curious, and she figures you won’t tell her if it’s too personal

“Can I ask why you take meds when you eat?”

You look up from your dinner. “Oh, it’s because I have diabetes. I need to keep my sugars controlled.”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of work.”

“I guess so,” you shrug, “I’m used to it by now.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you if something happens?”

Your heart swells at how caring she’s being. “That’s really sweet of you to ask. I guess, if I pass out from going low, I have glucagon on me at all times. You should give it to me and call 911.”

“Okay. But please try not to pass out.”

“Trust me,” you laugh, “I don’t plan to.”

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha notices that you’re a bit too comfortable with needles

You don’t flinch when you get shots, and you react to blood draws like they’re routine

She starts paying more attention to your behavior after that

Like how you often check food nutrition labels

And while you sometimes limit your sugar intake, other times you shovel sugary snacks into your mouth like you’re starving

Natasha starts worrying for your health, so the next time she uses your bathroom she does a little digging

Instead of anything concerning she finds your glucose monitor and medications

Suddenly, everything clicks into place

Instead of saying anything she just keeps her new knowledge to herself

You don’t notice any change in her behavior until a few months later when you realize that every time you go into hypoglycemia Natasha is there with a drink or a snack

“Hey Nat, did you know that I have diabetes?” You ask one day

Natasha shrugs, looking conspicuously innocent

“Well, thanks for having my back.”

That gets you a smile and a small “you’re welcome,” from your favorite assassin.

It doesn’t really matter how she found out, you decide, just that she cares about you.

Maria Hill:

Maria read about your diagnosis in your file

Poorly managed diabetes can be deadly in the field, so Maria had to give you special clearance

She’s not afraid to ask you questions about your diabetes, particularly as it pertains to the safety of you and your team

But she never comes off as condescending or untrusting

All of the med kits are supposed to have have glucose tablets, glucagon, and insulin, but personally she double checks that nothing is expired

Day to day, Maria doesn’t treat you any differently because of your diabetes, which is one of the reasons you became close

But it’s all the little things that let you know she’s still looking out for you

“What flavor of glucose gels do you prefer?”

“Um, I don’t really know. Why are you asking?”

“I’m supposed to approve the order, but I wanted to check if you had flavor preferences. Strawberry okay?”

“Yes. Thanks, Maria.”

“Of course, anything for you.”

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda doesn’t intend to find out

She knows you have some kind of medication, but not what it’s for

If you want her to know, you’ll tell her, right?

As long as you’re safe, your health is none of her business

It’s just that she’s a mind reader, and your thoughts get loud whenever something happens with your blood sugar

Especially when you go low

So Wanda finds out one morning at 3am when she’s having a late-night cup of tea in the Compound’s kitchen

You stumble in, half-delirious

This in itself isn’t unusual—people come and go in the kitchen as they please and there has been multiple occurrences where the fire alarm has been set off at ungodly hours of the morning

Your thoughts, however, are practically screaming in her mind

Shoot! Do we even have juice? Don’t die, don't pass out, we definitely have Gatorade or something! Stupid diabetes

Alarms go off in Wanda’s mind as you rifle through the fridge. Your brain is a mess and adrenaline is pumping through your body. Something is clearly wrong

You startle when you feel a tap on your shoulder “Oh, hi Wanda.”

“Why don’t you sit down while I grab you a snack?”

You’re too shaky to argue, so you let her open a sugary drink and push it into your hands

Wanda sits with you until the jitters stop

“I suppose you want to know what just happened?” You turn to her.

“I overheard some of your thoughts,” she replies sheepishly, “they were really loud.”

You hum. You trust Wanda. Most of the Avengers don’t know about your diagnosis because you tend to go on solo missions or get paired with Natasha

“I was having low blood sugar. It can be really dangerous and send me into a coma.”

Wanda’s eyes go wide. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “not the most fun thing in the world.”

She grabs your hand. “Thank you for telling me, and for letting me help you.”

“Thanks for helping,” you smile at her.

“What was I supposed to do, let you die??”

Carol Danvers:

Carol has never seen an insulin pen before

They weren’t widespread before she left Earth

Diabetes treatment as a whole has progressed so much that most of her (to be fair, very limited) knowledge is now obsolete

And the thought of you being diabetic just doesn’t really cross her mind

Which is reasonable: that’s not something most people think about when getting to know someone

She sees your insulin for the first time when she’s hanging out at your place

You accidentally cut yourself, and you ask Carol to get the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet

Carol finds it, but she also sees an object that looks a lot like a pen

It’s unfamiliar, most likely a modern medicine she missed the development of

She’s helping you treat your cut when she asks,

“I saw a pen in your medicine cabinet. Is that some kind of new Earth invention?”

“Oh, that’s my insulin pen,” you say offhandedly. “I think they were invented in the 80s?”

“So you write with it?”

You laugh. “No, I inject myself with it. It looks like a pen, and I don’t need to carry a vial around.”

“Huh.” Carol finishes putting on your bandaid. “So, does that mean you’re diabetic?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. It’s honestly pretty normal to you at this point

Carol smiles. “Radical.”

“Did you just say “radical?” You’re really showing your age Captain Danvers.”

She lightly shoves her shoulder into yours

“Okay, calm down Peter Pan.”

“That wasn’t even funny.”

“Shut up!”

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Little Tiger

Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice (romantic), Sister Beatrice x younger sibling!Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: You reunite with your older sister after many years apart

Word count: ~1.8 k

Warnings: R has a girlfriend and identifies as queer; implied parental homophobia

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The sky was grey and the air was cold, but you didn’t mind. Mostly because you weren’t outside. Instead, you were curled up in a reading chair waiting for your girlfriend to finish her shift at the queer bookshop she worked at. The manager, Ashton, sidled up to you.

“You look cozy,” they said. “Waiting for your girl?”

You smiled like an idiot. You still couldn’t believe you had a girlfriend. That she was your girl. “Could you consider letting her go early?” You gave Ashton your best puppy dog eyes.

They laughed,

“Those don’t work on me, kid.”

You shrugged innocently, “can’t blame me for trying.”

“I respect the hustle.”

Ashton walked away and left you in peace. You thumbed through the romance novel you had picked up, the words only sticking part way in your brain.

The bell rang and cold air entered the shop as someone came in. Two people, if you were hearing the correct number of footsteps.

“Hi, welcome in!” Your girlfriend’s voice caught your attention, “can I help you with anything?”

“We’re just looking, thanks.” A feminine voice with a British-esque accent spoke.

That voice. It sounded familiar, like someone you knew as a child. But your sister had spoken with a proper accent, and she never would have been in a place like this—your parents would keel over.

Besides, you were probably mistaken. You hadn’t seen Beatrice since she’d left for boarding school. Every letter you sent went unanswered - for years - until you eventually stopped writing. And last you heard from your parents, she had become a nun.

Her abandonment still stung. The two of you had been close before she suddenly up and left for Switzerland. Even though she had been the more disciplined of the two of you, Beatrice had still been the only source of warmth in your life. You remember her promising to protect you, just weeks before you saw her last.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts. You didn’t want to project your feelings about your sister on some random person.

“Babe, what about this one? It’s got a shirtless lady on the front. The reviews say it’s got a lot of spice,” a vaguely American voice, presumably the woman who had come in with not-Beatrice, said. It was clear from her tone that she was teasing. You could practically hear her eyebrows waggling.

“Ava! We’re in public,” it was clear from not-Beatrice’s voice that her partner(?) did this often.

You snorted, shook your head, and turned back to your book, ignoring the couple as they perused. The main characters were currently having a miscommunication about their relationships with their respective best friends. It was messy in the most cliche way possible, but you loved it.

The couple got to the aisle you were sat in. You ignored them - not in a rude way! - too engrossed in your book. Main Character A had just professed her love for Main Character B.

“Hey there!” It took you a second to realize that Ava was talking to you, “you seem like a regular, do you have any good recommendations?”

You looked up and froze. That face. She looked older and more tired than when you saw her last, but you would know her face anywhere.

“Beatrice?”

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Beatrice stared at you, her face a mirror of your shock. You looked so different now. She supposed you would have to. When you were younger, you had looked like a younger version of her, and you still did, but your eyes were harder and your features well-defined. Your name tumbled from her lips before she could stop it.

“You’ve grown up.” Beatrice cringed internally. All these years without you and that was the first thing she could think to say. “What are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms. “I feel like I should be asking you that, Jiějiě.”

Ava poked Beatrice. “What does—“

“It means “older sister” in Mandarin,” she said. Ava’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You never answered my letters.” Beatrice barely heard your whispers. “I wrote for years and you never wrote back.”

What letters were you talking about? She had never received letters from you, only cold notes from her parents. Letters from you would have made her life so much better.

“I never received them.” She answered plainly. “I wrote you, but I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after they told you why I left. They never gave you my letters?”

You were stunned, the gears turning in your brain. “Mother and father did this.” She nodded. The rest of her words finally registered in your brain. “Wait, what were they supposed to tell me?”

“That I—“ Beatrice still struggled with the words, and after spending years thinking you hated her, they were especially hard to say. “That I’m…” she clasped Ava’s hand and waved it around.

“That you’re queer?”

You said the words so easily. Her heart ached, and she wasn't sure if it was from pride or envy.

“So were you ever actually a nun?” Your mind was reeling. How much of what you knew about your sister was a lie? Was any of it real? Did they keep her away from you to stop you from “turning?”

“I was a nun,” her smile was sad, “it was my choice, and I think I’m better for it.”

“But—“

“But then I met Ava,” Beatrice smiled. The other woman beamed and kissed her cheek, “And things changed. I could no longer hide that part of myself.”

“I’m just that charming,” Ava smirked good naturedly, “coaxed out the lesbianism.”

Your parents would have heart attacks if they knew what was happening right now. That you were having a conversation with the sister they had kept from you for so long. That said sister was a lesbian, and proudly so. That you were queer yourself, and without her influence. God, you almost wished you could tell them just to see the looks on their faces.

Beatrice gave you a careful look. “Do mum and dad know…?”

“That I hang out at a queer bookshop daily? Or that you have a girlfriend and apparently left the church?” You quirked an eyebrow. “Because neither, to the best of my knowledge. I think we’d both be dead if they knew.”

She laughed fully, and it was music to your ears. You hadn’t heard her laugh like that since before you were in primary school.

“We probably would be.” Beatrice’s eyes turned serious, “I am so sorry you never got my letters. I can’t imagine what it must have been like, not knowing why I was gone. I should have tried harder to reach out.”

“It’s okay, Bea-Bea. I’m sorry I assumed the worst of you.”

Beatrice shook her head and slowly reached out her palm. You let her cradle your cheek, relishing in her warm, calloused touch.

“You don’t have to apologize for a single thing, xiǎo hǔ.”

You preened at the nickname. Beatrice had been the one to come up with the name “little tiger” for you.

“I just wish we had been able to keep in touch.”

“I know. I’ve missed so much of your life. I used to imagine being there for all of your major milestones. I daydreamed about the small things too—like your first kiss. Gosh,” Beatrice looked at the woman next to her, “I’m so rude, I haven’t even introduced Ava. This is my girlfriend, Ava Silva.”

Ava smiled. “It’s great to meet you! I feel like in movies they always say “I’ve heard a lot about you,” but I didn’t know you existed until about five minutes ago so…y’know.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you stuck out a hand.

“You sound just like Bea,” Ava laughed and pulled you into a hug. You had plenty of time to pull away, but you let her arms envelop you. “You don’t have to be so formal: you’re Bea’s family, which makes you my family too.”

Your girlfriend picked this moment to come visit you.

“Hey…everyone,” her voice went from excited to confused. Why were you hugging a random customer in the shop?

“Hi darling.” You wriggled out of Ava’s grasp. “So remember how I told you about having a sister?”

“The one who left when you were a kid that you haven’t heard from since?”

“Yep,” you popped the p nervously, “this is Beatrice and her girlfriend Ava. Beatrice, Ava, my girlfriend.”

“Wow. And this is the first time you’re seeing each other in years?” You and Beatrice nodded. “Here, at this random bookshop?” More nodding. “And neither of you is upset at the other?”

You grabbed your girlfriend’s hand, “nope! I am very upset with my parents, though.”

“As opposed to normally when you’re…less upset with them?”

“Touché,” you kissed her cheek, “smartass.”

“Mm,” she pulled you into her side and hip-checked you. “I’m your smartass. See you in half an hour?”

“Definitely.”

She waved and walked away. You turned back to your sister and found her smirking. Your posture immediately turned defensive.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Beatrice held her hands up innocently, “she’s cute. And you’re a cute couple. A bit too cute almost.”

Heat crept up your neck. You’d reunited with your sister mere moments ago and she was already teasing you. But even as embarrassment coursed through you, so did a pleasant feeling you couldn’t name. Beatrice was teasing you, but it didn’t feel bad or shameful. It felt good. You felt good in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I could say the same about you, jiějiě.”

Ava winked, “we are a pretty cute couple. There’s other words I’d use to describe us too…” she trailed off suggestively.

“Ava, not now!” Beatrice slapped her arm.

You laughed and suddenly you knew what you were feeling. It was something you were missing for years without even realizing it, something that lay dormant until now.

Home. Being with Beatrice felt like home. Standing in your favorite store, with your sister and her girlfriend, your own girlfriend close by, felt more like home than the house you were raised in.

“Promise me you won’t leave me.” You spoke before you could really think about what you were saying, “I can’t lose you again.”

Beatrice and Ava shared an almost imperceptible look between them.

“I’ll do my best.” Beatrice looked directly into your eyes, “but I promise that I will always find my way to you, in this life or the next. I love you, xiǎo hǔ. Since the day you were born and until my dying breath.”

You were rendered speechless once again. You couldn’t recall anyone in your family saying “I love you.” It just wasn’t how things were done. Those three simple words kindled a fire in your soul, filling your body with an unfamiliar warmth.

“I love you too.”

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Marvel Women x Diabetic!Reader HCs:

When your blood sugar is low

Characters: Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers

A/N: this can be read as platonic or romantic! Also, world diabetes day was last week, but here we are.

Kate Bishop:

Before you met, the food scene at Kate’s apartment was dismal

The only things she ever really kept on hand were boxed Mac and cheese, microwave popcorn, and chocolate bars

Now, (in addition to real food and snacks you can eat more regularly) Kate’s apartment is filled with all of your favorite carb-filled, high glycemic index snacks and drinks

When you go low, she’s immediately offering you everything under the sun

If your favorites are from abroad, she WILL order them, shipping costs be damned

If you’re having a super mild hypo, she’ll pop downstairs and grab you a slice of pizza

Kate Bishop is a bit of a hoverer

Constantly checking in to make sure your sugar levels aren’t going down further

She HATES waiting 15 minutes to see if you’re back above 70 mg/dL (3.9 mmol/L)

Lowkey more anxious about it than you sometimes

“Are you sure you’re not going to collapse?”

“Kate, I’m only at 68, and I had a snack. I’m fine.”

“That is not fine!”

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha is super observant (obviously, she’s a spy)

Seems to know you’re going low before you do

Will tell you to check your blood sugar because she’s noticing you look a little shaky and out of it

Other times will rummage through your bag and hand you a pack of gummies just as you’re about to tell her you feel low

She keeps little hard candies/gels hidden in the most random places for you

Once you were out and she pulled a candy from a pocket in her shirt you didn’t realize was there

Will never force you to do anything, but will give you her hardest stare if you don’t immediately treat your low (especially if you wear a continuous glucose monitor [cgm])

“I don’t even feel shaky, and you know this thing sometimes shows false lows,”

“I can tell you’re about to go low. Here, drink this.”

“Where were you hiding a juice pouch?!”

“I have a lot of things hidden on my body,”

“IS THAT A GRENADE??”

Maria Hill:

When she found out you were diabetic, Maria did a whole bunch of research, including on the signs of hypoglycemia and how to treat it

She has your lows down to a science

If you have a cgm, she definitely has the app on her phone so it tells her when you’re going low

If the cgm says you’re low, but you don’t feel the symptoms, she makes you check with the finger stick

Has things portioned so each serving has exactly 15 grams of carbs

Makes sure you eat a more substantial snack with protein in it once you’re back in range

Keeps a journal of the dates/times you go low and how effectively different treatments work for you

“I think you should start having an afternoon snack. I’ve noticed you have the most hypoglycemic incidents an hour or two before dinner.”

“Hmm, okay. But only if you take a break and have a snack with me.”

“If that’s what it takes, deal.”

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda is an even bigger worrier than Kate

She’s lost so many people in her life, and she’ll be damned if she lets you die from something she can directly stop

She keeps a closer eye on your blood sugar than you do

Like Maria, if you have a cgm she has the app to track

Wanda makes sure EVERY alarm is turned on and at the highest volume

When you go out, she carries more snacks than you do

If you have glucagon, Wanda keeps a dose with her, even if you also have one on you

The instant she knows you’re low there is a candy in your hand (before you can even access your own stash)

“If that doesn’t do it, I have three juice boxes, two packs of fruit gummies, and about two dozen hard candies in my bag,”

“Geez, Wanda. That sounds heavy. Which one of us is diabetic again?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay!”

“Sorry, I know. Thank you for caring so much about me.”

“Of course.”

Carol Danvers: 

You go low while on Carol’s ship once, and she gives you juice from an alien planet and it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever tasted

She finds out how much you like it and goes back to the planet just to buy it for you so she always has some on her ship

Forget a phone app, Carol has low glucose alerts hooked up to all of her tech no matter what technology you use

She somehow managed to get your finger stick connected to her suit and her ship

If she happens to be off-world and she gets an alert about you going low, she stops what she’s doing to text you

But if she’s “close,” no matter where she is on Earth (or near it) when you go low she will use her super speed to get to you, even if you assure her your fine

“Carol, you really didn’t have to leave your meeting with Fury for this. I have my own snacks.”

“I know, but I’m planetside and I have that juice you like.”

“Thanks for always taking care of me.”

“Of course, I’ll always be here when you need me.”

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Flufftober Day 4

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Prompt: Market Day

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: You and Wanda explore a fall market.

Word Count: ~350

Content Warnings: None

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There were very few things Wanda loved more than going to an outdoor market in the fall. It was her favorite: the leaves turning and drifting through the air, the cool air, and the smell of pumpkin spice. Plus, she adored sweater weather.

Wanda also loved how you looked in a jacket. She loved how you looked all the time, no matter how you dressed (and when you were wearing nothing at all), but there was something about how confident you looked in your favorite jacket that made her cheeks warm.

Tugging your hand, Wanda pulled you through the market. She looked at every booth, noting which ones she wanted to return to. You let yourself be pulled this way and that. It was worth it to see the smile on Wanda’s face. Seeing her so happy made you happy, and you had spotted some pastries you were sure you could convince her to buy.

“Dorogoy, we should get some hot cider.”

Wanda’s voice pulled you back to the present. You nodded and headed for the vendor Wanda had been looking at earlier.

“Two hot apple ciders, please.” You smiled at the vendor.

“Coming right up.”

You paid the man and walked back to Wanda, two steaming cups of cider in your hands. She took a sip and let out a soft sigh.

“That’s delicious. Thank you, darling.”

You took a sip of your own cider, savoring the flavors dancing on your tongue. Clove, cinnamon, and nutmeg swirled together to create the perfect sweet sensation. You couldn’t help but moan a little at the taste.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

You looked up at Wanda, who was smiling, eyebrows quirked up. You often reacted like this to food—it was one of the things she loved about you.

You smiled sheepishly, “yeah, it is.”

Wanda grabbed your free hand and pecked your lips. “It tastes even better like this.”

“Wanda!” You almost choked on your saliva.

“Come on,” she tugged your hand, already spotting the next thing she wanted to buy, “we have so much more to see.”

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Flufftober Day 3

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Prompt: Favorite Scent

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: You find Kate cozy in bed and can’t help but join her.

Word Count: ~600

Content Warnings: None.

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“Kate?”

The lights were off in her apartment, which was generally a sign something was off.

“Bedroom,” she called.

Kate was sitting on the bed, blankets pooled around her, wearing one of your sweatshirts. You came up to her, gently cupping her cheek.

“Everything okay? You look tired. Are you sick?” You were worried. Kate didn’t get sick often, but when she did it usually hit her hard.

“I’m fine, babe,” Kate leaned into your hand, “just took a long nap.”

You raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. “you’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

Kate pulled you closer and brushed a kiss against your lips. “I just missed you, and this smells like you,” she admitted when you pulled away, “cuddles?”

“Let me change first.”

You laughed as she pouted and made grabby hands. Changing quickly into more comfortable clothes, you hopped into bed with her. Kate immediately snuggled against you, taking a deep breath as if it were the first time she’d really breathed today.

“You’re my favorite scent,” she entwined her legs with yours.

You hummed, happy to be back in her arms after a long day. Outside it had been chilly, with winds blowing crisp leaves in your face. In here, with her, it was warm and cozy. You turned and buried your face in her neck, reveling in the warmth.

“Ah!” Kate yelped, “your nose feels like an icicle.”

You drew back, “sorry.”

Kate pulled you towards her and held your face in her hands. “It’s okay. Hey,” she got a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, “are your lips cold too? Because I know the perfect way to warm them up.”

“Kate!” You pushed her playfully, simultaneously leaning closer to her until your lips were centimeters apart.

“Hi,” she whispered, sounding almost shy. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling,

“Hi.”

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

You nodded and she closed the distance between you. Her lips were warmer than yours, and the temperature difference felt surprisingly nice. Moving against each other, you felt her warm hands move under your shirt and wrap around your torso. You leaned into her, finding the contact comforting.

Kissing Kate was one of your favorite activities. She was always so responsive, and she was a perceptive partner, always seeming to know exactly what you wanted. She swiped her tongue along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing her tongue inside. Kate didn’t break the kiss as she moved to straddle you.

“Katie.”

“Just wanted to be closer,” she got out in between kisses.

You lay together, kissing until you were both out of breath. Finally pulling away, Kate rolled onto her side. She wrapped one of your arms around her shoulders and threw one of her legs over your torso. The silence that followed was comfortable, and you listened to her methodical breathing. Finally you spoke,

“Maybe I should stay away more often, if this is the welcome I get every time.”

Kate’s face turned red, and you quickly leaned over and kissed her cheek. Despite being very confident, Kate was very easy to tease. You never missed an opportunity to make her blush. She slapped your shoulder softly and burrowed closer into your side.

“Shut up.”

“Mm,” you smiled, teasing her further, “why don’t you make me.”

Instantly, she was on top of you again. You laughed in delight, bringing your lips together again and falling into another kiss. Moments like this were what you lived for. Just you, your girlfriend, and your incredibly cozy bed ignoring the rest of the world, entirely wrapped up in each other.

There was no better way to spend the afternoon.