Jack! teaching you how to shave for the first time after starting T.

Robby! who, when first introduced to you, replies with his own pronouns after you say yours. Because he knows you put yourself on a limb every time you share the fact that you're not cis.

Jack! & Robby! who will time how long you've been binding, and that you're doing it safely.

Robby! who will happily give you his hoodie if you suddenly start feeling dysphoric and are unable to change clothing.

Jack! & Robby! who are more than happy to administer hormone injections/teach you how to do it on your own.

Jack! & Robby! who makes sure at least one of them is available after your T shot to help with your increased libido 😉

Jack! & Robby! who check in on your emotional and physical health if you're on hormones.

Jack! & Robby! who nurse you back to health after gender affirming surgeries.

Jack! & Robby! who will absolutely correct those who misgender you when you're too tired to advocate for yourself.

Jack! who empathizes and bonds with you over the feeling of not feeling right in your body.

Jack! & Robby! who are extremely communitive during sex, knowing that dysphoria isn't linear and what you may have liked last time doesn't feel right now.

Jack! who will hold your bags when shopping for gender affirming clothing and be emotionally present/a moral support if you're scared to shop in the sections of the store that doesn't align with your assigned gender at birth. (Scary Dog Privilege)

Jack! & Robby! who learn the terms of endearment you like or don't like.

Protective Jack! & Robby! who will not allow your family to disrespect you and will be supportive if you go no contact.

Jack! & Robby! who will never out you.

Robby! who does a deep dive into P-burgh based trans support groups/community not only for you, but to also to learn how to best support you.

Jack! who does a more technical, researched based method of figuring out how to best support you.

Jack! & Robby! who are present and supportive of you potentially changing labels, pronouns, or transition status as you grow to better understand yourself and how you want to translate how you feel to how you are perceived by society at large.

Hope this finds other nonbinary baddies 💛

You’ll be happy to know that everyone on the team is cool with the whole nonbinary thing.

Mostly.

Alexei is a little confused but has the spirit.

Definitely ‘his/her pronouns are they/them!’ energy.

He is curious but not judgemental, and if anything he thinks it’s pretty cool.

Yelena, Bucky and Ava are normal about it and don’t treat it like a big deal.

At first Bob is clearly nervous about messing up how he refers to you, so you might have to reassure him that it’s fine for him to mess up as long as he tries his best.

On the opposite end of the spectrum is Walker, who, when you first meet him, can’t give less of a shit about offending you.

He doesn’t go out of his way to do it, and he isn’t malicious about it, but I can imagine him thinking ‘oh, great’ and rolling his eyes about it.

He doesn’t strike me as someone who has queer friends. Or friends. Especially after he bashed that guy’s head in.

He misgenders you and the only apology he offers is sarcastic and otherwise insincere because he’s got bigger things to worry about, like his wife leaving him.

Of course, Bucky, Ava and Yelena will all tell him to shut up and stop being a dick.

I adore my silly little idea of Ava and Yelena misgendering him to piss him off and see how he would like it, and it isn’t long until he concedes that it’d just be less of a headache to show you some basic respect and refer to you properly.

And, he will actually come to not be bothered by referring to you properly in the end.

I feel like Ava’s main way of showing support is by being a dick to people who are dicks to you about the gender thing.

Bucky knew you long before the whole Thunderbolts/New Avengers thing.

(TLDR: My headcanon is that, after Civil War, you lived in Wakanda after Steve busted you out of prison, which gave you a chance to get to know Bucky and vice versa)

When he first met you, all he knew about you was that you had stuck your neck out to save him, something for which he was grateful.

And, if you had Steve’s stamp of approval, that was more than enough for him.

The whole ‘nonbinary’ thing was unfamiliar to him.

He’d noticed how you were referred to by Steve and the others.

He took the approach of not questioning it, despite being confused.

Not asking about it became unavoidable when you grew closer.

One night, when you were both sitting around a fire in Wakanda, he very awkwardly asked you about it, and you had a long conversation about it.

After that, he understands well enough and he gets the hang of gendering you correctly in no time.

(I’d like to think you help explain other queer concepts to him).

If someone is a dick to you, he will stand up for you.

Whether or not you can handle things yourself, he takes it upon himself to have your back, like you had his, and like he always had Steve’s.

It’s in his nature to stick up for the little guy, you know?

I’d like to think that, after Bucky and the rest of the population is revived post-blip, you remain close to him.

You wind up being his best friend by default.

And, he does his own research on queer shit because he cares that much about you and being a good friend to you.

He doesn’t admit it or bring it up.

Even though you’re friends, he feels awkward about asking you things directly too much.

Either way, it’s clear he’s done his homework.

I’d like to think, as a congressman, he does what he can to advocate for queer people like you.

I feel like Valentina would try to encourage you to be the LGBTQ+ New Avenger.

Even though, y’know, there’s probably a few fruits in that basket if you get what I’m saying.

Her image of you is one of a corporate Pride poster child- someone who can appeal to a demographic, rather than an actual person.

She will try to parade you around like her token queer associate.

Hopefully, you’ll have none of it.

Bucky and Yelena will advocate for you.

They will tell you not to do anything you don’t want to do or otherwise feel uncomfortable doing.

There’s something so compelling about a superhero who is given the opportunity to be positive, visible, real-life representation for their community whilst also knowing they’ll have to be palatable in a way that likely sacrifices facets of their own identity and experiences.

I haven’t seen much of The Boys but that’s a storyline in that show I think.

If you exclusively use they/them pronouns, or pronouns that aren’t ‘they’, ‘she’ or ‘he’, Val definitely fucks up your pronouns a suspicious amount of times for someone who likes to appear like an ally.

If you use any pronouns, she will default to the pronouns of your AGAB with the occasional ‘they’ thrown in for good measure.

She really is one of those kinds of people, I fear; someone who isn’t queerphobic but is performative in her allyship.

If/when you’re feeling dysphoric, Yelena will be there to listen to you vent.

I love the idea that Yelena will warn everyone that you’re not feeling great, and Alexei will take it upon himself to hype you up.

“Heyyy, if it isn’t the most not-woman, not-man person I know!”

He claps you on the back and looks to Yelena for approval that he just did allyship right.

Again, he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

If you seem down and you’re clearly withdrawing from the rest of the team, I can imagine Bob asking you if you’re okay and stumbling over some clumsy words of comfort.

I feel like Yelena, Bucky and Bob would be more observant than the rest of your teammates when it comes to realising you’re reacting negatively to gender stuff.

They’re the ones who will catch you looking at your reflection for a few seconds too long, or obsessively readjusting your clothes or your hair, or doomscrolling through anti-trans headlines.

If you seem to be way too caught up in it, they’ll ask you if you’re alright, or otherwise try to distract you with something else (even if it’s obvious they know something’s up).

Ava will pick up on a lot of things but she is far less likely to say anything.

It’s not that she doesn’t care; it’s that she doesn’t think it’s her place to say anything because she wouldn’t be your ‘go-to’.

If she notices that you’re doomscrolling, though, I’d like to think she snatches your phone off you without a word.

You have to be so visibly bad for John or Alexei to notice.

And, even then, they might not realise it’s a gender thing.

But, if Alexei knows what’s wrong, he’ll try his best to comfort you.

He’s paternal like that.

John won’t bother saying anything.

His version of being nice is the bare minimum of not making you feel any worse.

Quickfire round:

If you’re transmasc, Alexei will offer to take you to do some stereotypically masculine activities.

He may also let you win an arm wrestling contest to make you feel better.

(If you couldn’t tell, I love the idea of Alexei being paternal to you).

If you ever want/need to go shopping for gender-affirming clothes, Yelena will be happy to go with you because clothes and other forms of self-expression mean a lot to her.

If you bind, Yelena and Bucky are really good at picking up if you’re doing it unsafely.

They will pick up on if you seem dehydrated or if your body language shows some discomfort, especially if you’re someone who isn’t great at taking care of themself.

The silhouette carried himself with such confidence, such integrity and calmness that it wasn’t hard to figure who it was. The beige trampoline-like pathway creaked with his footsteps, sinking slightly with his weight.

“Y/N,” Neteyam said softly, stopping right in front of them. His hands caressed the sides of their teal face, gently stroking their cheeks with his thumbs.

“Neteyam,” Y/N smiled with their own hands holding onto his blue wrists. “What took you so long? You’re usually here before me.”

Neteyam rolled his eyes, letting go of their face. The Omaticaya slowly sat down, his feet dangling above the rippling water. “Took a little longer for everyone to fall asleep,” Neteyam answered.

Y/N sat besides him, jokingly kicking his swinging feet. They looped their arm through his, their warm bodies slightly pressing against each other. Y/N hummed, leaning their head onto his shoulder, “Are they doing okay?”

“Yeah…” Neteyam trailed off. He looked down at Y/N, then back at the water. He slowly repeated himself, this time more affirmed, “Yeah. I think we’ve gotten used to it — living here.”

Y/N intertwined their fingers with his, their thumb tracing a prominent vein on the back of his hand. They smiled sadly, trying to find something comforting to say. “When the dreamwalkers are gone, you can return home, right? Everything will be back to normal.”

Neteyam’s eyes narrowed, he scoffed, nudging them, “And leave you?”

“Nothing is permanent,” Y/N said simply. They lifted their head and squeezed his hand.

“Y/N,” he said sternly, pushing their shoulder. He didn’t like the sudden tone shift. It seemed unnatural to Neteyam, dwelling on things too far into the future. There were too many outcomes, and that greatly upset him. Neteyam frowned, “Don’t say that.”

Perhaps their belief was rooted in the way of water, the surroundings Y/N had grown up with. It didn’t hurt — knowing things came to an end, regardless of how. Y/N shrugged, “It is true. Energy is the only thing that stays, Neteyam. It changes from in the world around us.”

His blue lips turned into a toothy smile, which surprised Y/N. “Do you think love is energy too then?” Neteyam asked.

They rolled their eyes, pondering the question for a moment. Y/N pulled their hand away from his, brushing his braided locks behind his large ears. Their delicate fingers grazed the plume shaped leaf he wore in his hair, playfully observing his other accessories.

“Yes, I suppose I do,” Y/N replied quietly. Their eyes roamed across the luminescent freckles on his face to the darker stripes that patterned his entire body.

“Then I’ve loved you since the universe was born. I’m sure we were the oldest stars, stars that died together,” Neteyam plucked their hand away from his head, clasping both of his around it. He kissed Y/N’s knuckles, “I’m sure people still admire us, even after we’ve burnt out. I’m sure your soul is still starlight, and it has guided me back to you.”

Y/N’s ears perked up, his wordy sentiment seemingly unprecedented. They turned away from him, bashful from the heat painting on Y/N’s cheeks. They scoffed, trying to drown out the blush, “Uh, did you come up with that on the spot?”

“Right now?” Neteyam shook his head, chuckling, “No, I thought of it when I first saw you.”

Y/N eyed him, not totally convinced. It came out natural, too natural — Y/N giggled, imagining him reciting the same speech alone, pacing back and forth. They kissed his cheek, “Neteyam the mighty poet, huh?”

“The mighty lover,” Neteyam corrected, and Y/N scoffed. He grabbed their chin, pulling their face close. Their foreheads pressed against each other. He mumbled, “Lovers can be anything if they’ve found the right person.”

Y/N pushed him away, dramatically gagging at his corniness. “I’ll feed you to an akula. Stop it,” Y/N huffed. “You’re so gross. I hope you don’t pass through the Eye of Eywa.”

“Agreed.”

The two Na’vi teenagers whipped their heads around, their widened eyes falling upon Neteyam’s father. He towered over them with a questioning expression, his dark brows furrowed as his hands rested on his hips.

Neteyam stumbled onto his feet, pulling Y/N up by their arm. He lowered his head, ears flattening against his skull with embarrassment.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Jake sighed, grabbing his son’s shoulder and pulling him aside.

Neteyam shrugged meekly, mumbling, “I just wanted to see them.” He glanced over at Y/N, who was awkwardly backing away slowly.

“You’re not slick, Neteyam,” Jake said. He turned, grabbing Y/N by their forearm. “I’m not done with you.”

Y/N ocean eyes fell upon their feet in sheepish silence. “Sorry,” Y/N spat out nervously.

“How long has this been going on, huh?” Jake prodded. His arms toned arms crossed over his chest. There were a few drops of silence, it was deafening like the beads of a necklace scattering across the floor. Jake nudged Neteyam again, who poked a sly glance at Y/N.“I’m talking to you — either of you,” Jake repeats, “How long has this been going on?”

His son finally spoke up, “Not long, sir.”

Jake nodded his head, huffing, “I hope not. That was the corniest shit ever. I didn’t teach you that.”

“Uh…” Neteyam blinked, slowly lifting his head to look at his father. “I’m sorry?”

“You know how late it is? Too late. Get your ass back to bed, Neteyam,” Jake shifted weight on his feet, looking between the two of them. He sighed, “We’re talking about this in the morning. Go. I don’t want to see anymore sneaking around. It’s not safe, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Neteyam affirmed. Y/N nodded, and he shot them an apologetic look. His father motioned for his son to return to the marui pod, and Neteyam obediently followed. His ears drooped with disappointment of their time getting cut short and ultimately embarrassment.

The smell of eggs wafted through the bunker hallways as Sam entered. A clear layer of sweat glistened on his forehead as a result of his early morning run. Sam took a moment to inhale and admire the delectable scent before he descended the stairs and began to make his way toward the kitchen. He could feel his mouth begin to water and his stomach growl the closer he got to the source. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, a smile made its way onto his face. 

(Y/N) stood in front of the counter next to the oven, their back turned to Sam. Their head was down and their arms moved in short movements at their sides. Sam could see that they were still in the pajamas that they had worn to bed the night before, an apron tied around the front of them evident by the bow that rested directly above the small of their back. Quietly, Sam walked over to them, wrapped his arms around their waist, and placed his chin on their shoulder. (Y/N) let out a small gasp and jumped as they looked over their shoulder at Sam. Sam chuckled, his chest rumbling against (Y/N)’s back. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” (Y/N) breathed. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

When Sam looked over their shoulder, he saw that they were mixing a fruit medley. He hummed. 

“What’re you making?”

“Just some breakfast. Figured you would want something after your run. I have some of those egg white veggie muffins I’ve been talking about in the oven, then I got some fruit that I picked up from the store yesterday, and a protein shake for you in the fridge.” (Y/N) explained, gesturing from the oven to the fridge as they talked. 

While they spoke, a content smile was plastered on Sam’s lips. Once they were done talking, Sam leaned against them, moving his head forward so that he could capture their lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) raised their brows when Sam pulled away. 

“What was that for?” They asked. 

“I just love you.” Sam shrugged. 

(Y/N) smiled softly as they reached a hand up and placed it on Sam’s cheek. Their thumb gently brushed against the stubble that was growing on Sam’s jawline before they tilted their head up and pecked Sam’s lips gingerly. When they pulled back, they scrunched up their nose and tapped Sam’s cheek lightly. 

“Go shower, you stink.” 

Sam snorted and pulled away from his partner. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” He waved them off as he turned and began to make his way out of the kitchen. 

(Y/N) chuckled. “Breakfast will be ready soon so don’t take too long.” 

“I won’t,” Sam called back as he walked out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam walked back into the kitchen. Droplets of water dripped onto his shirt from his damp hair and his clothes clung to certain parts of his body. Upon entering, Sam saw (Y/N) setting a plate on the table. It had several egg white muffins on it and a hearty portion of fruit beside it. A tall glass sat next to the plate, the beverage a pinkish color. (Y/N) glanced up and gave Sam a bright smile. 

“Just in time, Sammy.” They said before they walked back over to the counter and grabbed the bowl that sat there. They carried it back over to the table and sat down. “I was afraid that I was going to have to eat by myself.” 

“I was too hungry to take that long in the shower.” Sam placed a hand on his stomach to emphasize his comment. “This looks amazing, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) beamed as they picked up their spoon that sat in the bowl and stirred the contents around. 

Sam glanced over at his partner’s breakfast and frowned. “You’re just having cereal?” He questioned. 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re not having any of this with me?” 

(Y/N) shrugged. “I was craving some cereal.” 

“(Y/N), you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to make this just for me.” 

“You’re right,” (Y/N) began as they shoved a spoonful of cereal and milk into their mouth. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 

Sam couldn’t help the smirk that played on the corner of his lips as he looked down at his breakfast. The two of them began to eat, enjoying the flavors of their meals in silence for a brief moment. When (Y/N) took another bite, they looked up at Sam with a curious expression. 

“So, what are your plans for the day?” They asked as they took another bite. 

Sam let out a hum as he finished his bite of food. He took a drink of his protein shake to clear his throat. “I was planning on doing some research today, maybe find a hunt for us. What about you?” Sam then furrowed his brows and licked his lips once the taste of the drink registered with him. He took another sip. “What flavor is this?” 

“Oh! I figured I would go with strawberry since you got that chocolate protein powder. Mixes well together.” 

Sam nodded. “It’s delicious.” 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) gave a closed-mouth smile, mouth full of food. “But, I was going to play some Mario Kart today. I’m still pissed that your brother ended up beating my ass the last time we played.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes. 

Sam chuckled. “He hasn’t stopped bragging to me about it.” 

“If I wouldn’t have gotten hit by the stupid blue shell on the last lap, then I would have creamed him!” 

“You know he threw that blue shell, right?” 

(Y/N) froze, mouth open as they went for another bite of food. After a couple of beats of silence, they closed their mouth, the spoon still mere inches from their lips. 

“What?” (Y/N)’s voice was almost an octave lower than it had been before.

“He was the one that threw the blue shell. I think he said that he was in sixth or seventh place and he told me that he was the one that threw the blue shell and got you knocked out of first.” 

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as they placed their spoon back into the bowl and leaned back in their chair. They ran their hand down their face and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to kill him.” 

“How about you beat him in a race and then decide if you want to kill him.” 

“Oh, I’m going to throw so many red shells at that idiot that he won’t even know what hit him.” 

They sat for the rest of breakfast, chatting about different topics with one another. Once they were both finished, (Y/N) cleared the plates, despite Sam’s protests. (Y/N) was adamant, and Sam found it hard to argue with them. He decided to grab his laptop and make his way into the library to begin his search for possible hunts. 

A couple of minutes after he got settled, (Y/N) entered the room after him. Their Nintendo Switch in one hand, a bottle of Ibuprofen in the other, and a water bottle tucked underneath one of their arms. They sat the water bottle and medicine next to Sam’s laptop. Sam furrowed his brows as he looked at the items before he glanced up at his partner. 

“Headache?” He asked. 

(Y/N) shook their head as they took a seat next to Sam at the table. “Not for me. You’ve been complaining about headaches recently, so I decided to bring you some medicine just in case you got one. You also mentioned that you’ve been wanting to drink more water, so I made you a fresh water bottle filled with ice water.” They explained as they turned on their Switch. 

Sam smiled and tilted his head to the side. He placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leaned over, and pressed a brief kiss against their temple. 

“Thanks,” 

“Of course, Sammy,” (Y/N) flashed him a smile before they turned back to the game. “And remember what I told you about the 20-20 rule.” 

“Twenty minutes of looking at a screen and then twenty seconds of looking at something far away. I remember. The same thing goes for you and that game.” 

“Okay, Dad.” 

Sam chuckled before he turned back to his computer. The couple sat there, silence between the two of them. Occasionally, Sam would mention something to (Y/N), which would cause them to pause their game to see what Sam was doing on his computer. Other times, Sam would catch a glimpse at the race (Y/N) was playing and would stop what he was doing to watch them play for a couple of minutes before returning to his search. It was an endless cycle that would repeat until both of them were done with their activities. 

The phrase ‘I love you’ wasn’t something that was commonly repeated when Sam said it. However, he didn’t need to hear the words to know the way (Y/N) felt about him. From the small things that his partner did for him to the time they spent simply being near one another, Sam knew that (Y/N) felt just as much love and adoration for him as he felt for them.

buys oversized shirts deliberately so you can borrow them bc a) it helps with dysphoria and b) he secretly thinks you look really really cute in his clothes

eventually you'll just end up borrowing clothes from each other

which results in nico occasionally casually wearing a skirt and glaring daggers at anyone that looks at him weird

gets a variety of pride flags to hang outside the hades cabin

the two of you become the unofficial lgbtq+ leaders and younger gay and trans campers will come to you for support

basically you adopt a small army

nico isn't thrilled at first but learns he's a lot better at one-on-one help rather than groups

i don't think nico is big on physical contact but he will hold your hand or link pinkies and likes nudging your leg with his when you're sitting down

he pretends he isn't but he absolutely is

was originally kinda worried he'd freak you out with the general death vibes surrounding him but when he summoned a skeleton to climb on to reach something on a high shelf it became significantly less scary

is surprisingly patient when teaching you how to play mythomagic

when percy and jason complain that he wasn't that patient with them he just gives them the middle finger

"well i don't love you two"

cue offended noises from jercy

thoroughly enjoys walking up to you, pecking your cheek and just walking away

pretends to hate it when you do it to him (he loves it)

if you're taller than him he may demand piggybacks if he's too tired

if you're shorter than him he will pick you up to move you places

can be pretty childish but it's completely fair because he had so much of his childhood stolen from him

hates how much he's come to rely on you for help when he has nightmares or he can't sleep

finds that your weight on him is reassuring and grounding

hides in your neck so he doesn't have to show his face

you're also a demigod so inevitably you'll have been traumatised one way or another

and on those days when you both feel like shit

that means it's disney movie and blanket fort day

you hide away in the hades cabin and refuse to come out unless heavily bribed with sugar

he just really loves you even if he sometimes doesn't know how to show it

but he does his best

i love nico he is my son