A/N: Trigger warning for slut shaming. Thank you guys so much for all the awesome reviews. These drabbles are just something I do for fun, but it's great to get compliments on them.

Asami's prison cell was cold and hard. The ground was unforgiving, and sleep escaped her. She hadn't even been given a pillow.

There was metal all around her; it was meant to protect against benders. She laughed bitterly. That wouldn't be an issue here. Her lack of bending abilities was the whole problem.

She should've remembered curfew. That was the stuff nonbenders lived with. She should've guessed her dad was an Equalist. He'd been trying to get a nonbender on the council for so long. God, if she could bend Mako might not even-

Asami sighed loudly.

She shouldn't be surprised.

People had always told her about this. Boys didn't like girls like her, at least not for long. She was pretty, and she was fun and easy going and rich. The nonbender never played hard to get. In fact, she never played at all. She saw a boy she liked, and she asked him out, and she gave it away too quickly.

They'd always told her boys didn't like sluts.

Unfortunately, it had proven true again and again.

The first boy she'd ever kissed, way back in her childhood, had screamed "EW!" and run off to pull another girl's pigtails. She spread her legs for her first real boyfriend and never saw him again. Time after time, she was shut down. The only boys who didn't break up with her were the "trashy ones," the ones she picked up for a night and forced to leave in the morning, the ones she could tell what to do.

Every time, she cried to her dad. He understood. He held her. He listened.

No one else did.

"Nice boys don't like girls who pay for them," her friends insisted, "you're hurting their pride."

"Nice boys want to ask you on a date."

"Nice boys don't like girls who give it up right away. It's all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing."

"Nice boys don't like girls who wear that much makeup."

"You can't wear that on your date! Nice boys don't like girls who show that much skin."

"Nice boys want to fuck you, Asami. They don't want to marry you."

And Mako, well, he was a nice boy.

Korra, she was a nice girl. Asami couldn't deny it. She was tough, and funny, and crude, but she was respectable and had probably never even kissed a boy, let alone fucked one. She really liked Korra. She thought of her as a friend. One of her only friends.

The non bender closed her eyes to stop the tears from falling.

The first night they'd been at the mansion, Asami had cocked a finger at him and winked. He was confused and blushing, and she'd taken his hand and pulled him into her room.

She should've remembered.

She should've listened.

A play was going on against her eyelids. She could see how Mako and Korra acted around each other, the blushes and secretive glances. She realized why Korra had disliked her at first. She'd always assumed that it was for the same reason all girls disliked her. She was pretty, she was rich, and it was threatening.

Asami should've realized.

Korra and Mako were going to have a great romance, she thought bitterly. They would love each other forever and have lots of bending babies. She was just a bump in the road. She was just the obstacle Korra had to fight through to get her man.

Suddenly, she did remember.

Her father held her tightly as she cried. Her face was pressed into his shoulder, tears ruining his shirt. She was blubbering something unintelligible about nice guys and never and virginity.

"Listen to me," Hiroshi Sato said, lifting her chin so she had to look into his eyes. He was blurry through her tears. "If he doesn't like you because of that, he's not nice at all."

Asami rubbed her tears away in the present as she remembered in the past.

The nonbender was going to have a long talk with Mako, and soon. But first, she had to get out of here.

A/N: You guys have probably figured it out by now - this chapter is a little bit of a response to how the fandom treats / has treated Asami. Thank you guys again, and please continue to R&R! The next chapter is more Kataang.