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[yuri-is-online]

congrats on 500 followers, you deserve it!! ^_^ i adore your writing! for the masquerade event, may i request prompt 11 with trey, jamil and rook? thank you so much!

11. There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

Annon my lovely annon how does it feel to have such a wonderful beautiful brain, this is perhaps the most perfect line up of characters for this prompt. I'm happy you like my writing and really hope you like this.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I can't speak French so none of that for Rook, sorry I do not trust google translate. So many references to music in this one... the other event quests can be found on my masterlist.

Trey

If Trey had to pick something about himself he liked he would probably pick his height. It made certain things easier, like walking through crowds and looking at things in the far off distance. It makes these little emotions he has when he sees you easier to deal with, he can always excuse himself and observe from afar. Trey prides himself on being realistic about these sorts of things, prides himself on his restraint and ability to keep things calm.

But it's hard to deny the truth. Painful even. He can feel the ache even before he sees you, his hand even twitches with the desire to reach out and break your reverie. But he can't, you aren't exactly alone, you walked out on to the balcony with Ace and Deuce close at your heels. They're joking with you, distracting you from the moon and stars he thinks you wanted to observe, but you can't seem to bring yourself to be annoyed with them. That's fine, Trey can be annoyed enough for you both. He would never call himself "massive" but he is certainly blessed with a broad set of shoulders.

And an exceptionally creepy (Rook had insisted it was fancy, très magnifique) bird mask that sends the dynamic duo fleeing back to the ballroom "abandoning" you to your fate. He would be tempted to laugh but he does not want to talk to you just yet. You shake your head in amused affection, relaxing onto the railing and letting some of the night's tension roll off your shoulders. He does the same, trying to give you space but not avoiding you when you move closer.

"The moon is beautiful tonight." Trey says after he's let you have your moment, surprised when you turn to him with a flustered look on your face. "That's what you came here to look at, right?" You cough, not helping his certainty but the shy smile that flickers onto your face suggests he has not made a misstep, not exactly anyway.

"It's a nice night." You say. "Stay with me, won't you?" There's emotion to the request he's tempted to read into. Tempted to classify as the same longing he feels and barely swallows when he looks into your eyes.

"I'll stay as long as you like." He says softly, and tries not to smile too much when you lean your head onto his shoulder.

Jamil

He is in love. You look like a ridiculous child and he is in love, Jamil is smiling at every move you make like he is actually happy for once. It's all he can do to pull himself away from his hiding place out to the courtyard you have decided to to stargaze in, as much as he wants to continue admiring you he would rather no one else see him in this horrifying mood.

"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie~" You are dancing, he thinks, but it looks more like you are jumping trying to catch the moon in your hands, the rest of your silly song devolving into fits of giggles as you twirl, obsessing over the way the fabric of your costume follows you as you twirl. "Jamil!" You notice him the second he joins you, your hands immediately reach out for his. He lets you take him, lets you guide him in a jerky series of movements he knows aren't real dance moves. You're happy, and seeing him has made you happier.

"Just what are you doing?" He's almost laughing himself now, letting you guide him through your made up dance. "Wouldn't you rather be back in the ballroom?" You hum and shake your head.

"It's too busy in there, I wanted to look at the moon." Your dance slows to a gentle sway, Jamil takes advantage of the lull to take control of the flow, guiding you into a more structured dance. The silver light seems to kiss you, as if the moon is happy you came to look at her. Too bad, Jamil doesn't intend to let your attention wander back her way.

"You know, the view of the moon from Scarabia is especially beautiful, perhaps you would like a change of scenery when you're ready to leave." Jamil helps you twirl your costume, doing his best to guide you back towards the ballroom. He might have been spending his time hiding among the furniture of the ballroom, but he had a plan for tonight. One that involved you wrapped around his finger and waltzing well into the hours of the morning, and while he is not exactly picky about where-

He would very much like everyone to see just where you are ending your night.

Rook

The music in the ballroom drowns the tiny hymn that comes from the balcony. Even if anyone else had been looking for it, they would have found it impossible to hear, but Rook is no casual observer. To the casual observer, Rook is merely standing near the windows and their curtains, the Prefect's strange tune barely recognizable even there.

But then recognizable is not the right word. Rook highly doubts anyone in this world other than him had heard this song.

Initially you had walked onto this balcony because Grim had mentioned seeing a piano there earlier and that had struck you as odd. Why stick a piano out on a balcony if there was going to be a ball with live music inside the actual ballroom why stick an instrument out in the cold? You had thought it would look lonely, but the moon has decided to make it look romantic. Seeing no one around you settle yourself at the keys. And begin to try and play along with the tune in your head.

Rook holds himself back from going to you, telling himself to wait until you look his way, but you don't. You are content to sit and pluck at the piano, seeking the keys that match the memory of another world, another moon. He waits and waits, but still you only idly glance up at the night sky, and never his direction.

"What sweet torture," he murmurs into his mask "to be so ignored by such a perfect sight." As the music finds a stride you still hum, to his great relief. The pitch and quality of the melody matters little when observing someone's most private reflections. What matters is the far away look in their eye, the pride with which they rest their finished fingers on the keys and think aloud some words unlikely to be theirs but fitting all the same.

"Their song interweaves melancholy with moonlight, quiet moonlight so sad and lovely that it makes birds dream in their trees, while fountains sob in ecstasy..."* Your eyes finally turn his way and you startle. He pries his mask free from his face to reassure you of your safety; to you, it is like he has appeared from thin air, but you know him well enough that your surprised smile is more a courtesy than genuine surprise.

"Just how long have you been here Rook?" Your fingers twitch with embarrassment at the keys.

"I was lured here the moment you began to sing my lovely trickster." He bows, mask placed over his heart in genuine devotion. "Truly the power the your soul's voice has to command my steps is frightening." You sigh, embarrassment twinged with joy as you move yourself to make room for him by your side.

"Well then why don't you sit next to me and listen to just how badly I can butcher this piece." He very much doubts you could do such a thing, but who is he to deny your every request?

"My Trickster, I would love nothing more save you."

*Clair de Lune, Paul Verlaine 1869, translated by John Argo 2017. As a note to the interested reader, the linked song is named after the poem. I'm rather fond of it as I once owned a music box that played it.

[troisfleur]

[ SUGAR ] A local vendor has set up a stall to sell novelty sugar sculptures. 

“Look! They got a booth where ya can make ‘em yourself!” Ruggie exclaims, primarily to himself. He’s standing ironically by Trey, squinting further down Main Street. The smell of sugar fills his senses, making his stomach rumble. “Whadd’ya think’ll require more sugar? A hu~uge sculpture or a smaller ‘n thicker one?”

TREY’S BEEN STANDING THERE FOR A GOOD WHILE; time to kill before his stamp rally shift means that there’s ample time to simply stroll and take in the wares set up for celebration. It’s nostalgic, stalls set up reminiscent of his neighborhood’s Halloween efforts, autumn carnivals and “haunted” attractions, sugar practically thicker in the crisp air than any hint of fright. It’s no surprise this booth caught his eye: it takes a careful hand—an infinitely patient one, too—to craft something on the level of the craftsmen running the booth. Trey’s father (the more practiced hand at decoration) has dabbled in something similar, but always for decoration. Embellishment. Something extra, but still abstract.

Sculptures, and the fine degree of skill needed to make some of the smaller examples they have for sale—man. Trey feels humbled, just a little, watching, losing track of time and entranced as the one not at the front of shop gets to work on a larger one. It will, at some point, be a black cat curled inside a sugary pumpkin patch. Trey’s watched the curves of the feline be built up, the tail in one elegant swoop, the legs and ears with another.

And then the blowtorch comes out, and Trey’s eyes admittedly get a little wider, if anyone cares to pay attention—he loves using a torch (and he’s the only child allowed to touch it) but it’s rarely ever needed.

To be honest, it takes a minute to snap out of his trance, catching the fact that a classmate’s sauntered over with equal glee.

Trey follows Ruggie’s gaze to the other half of the booth, the smaller scale much better for a hands-on demonstration. Trey doesn’t want to look at the time on his phone. He fishes it out of the pockets sewn into his costume robe, just in case.

—Nah, he has time. Well, he’ll make the time and make up the difference later.

“Two cups will give you enough to make mistakes, give or take.” No hesitation in Trey’s estimation as he crosses his arms. Ruggie’s enthusiasm may be suspect, but he can’t pretend like the appeal isn’t there, especially in some of the smaller examples frustrated customers can buy for their efforts. Miniature dogs, birds, even a horse with wispy sugar legs. It would taste like eating a spoonful of sugar—but it goes down easy, and what is Halloween if not the perfect time for it? “If you’re going for something on a reasonable scale, that is. It’s harder than it looks to even make something in a mold, much less something bigger than your head. But, hey, if they’ll allow it.��

—Just in case, Trey’s got no qualms with putting a firm hand on Ruggie’s shoulder. “If. I’m sure they’d prefer a hand breaking down tonight rather than a student underfoot, if you’re that eager. Most everything they make will end up in the trash, sad to say.”

Besides: they’re clearly Night Raven students, and he’s not willing to be barred from this booth by association.

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#5

I'll send in another request then! :D Would you like to try writing a drabble or scenario with a word + character prompt?

Snow + Jamil

Have fun~

Requester: @thecurrator

I loved writing this and I desire more word + character prompts. Send some in, cause I’m purging my askbox. This is platonic. Also, MC is a child in this. Like, 10-12. Okay, enjoy.

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"Come back here, you'll get a cold!"

Jamil was using the same voice he would to chastise Kalim for going into the snow without a coat, but his tone was softer, as he didn't want to be too hard on you. Still, going into the freezing cold without any sort of protection on you? That's no good.

"Hey, prefect, come back! Snow being pretty isn't enough to risk catching the flu for!" You looked back at him with a pout on your face, as you claimed, "But Jamil, it looks so sparkly!"

He stopped as reached you, putting his hands on his hips. "Don't be like that. If you're going to run out into the snow, at least put something warm. Come back inside, and we'll get that fixed up. Then, you can play in the snow all you want."

Your eyes lightened up, and you looked up at him sparkly eyes. "Really?"

"Yes, now come along." He started the trek towards Ramshackle, and you followed him, looking forward to the blast you were going to have in the snow.

100 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#4

can I ask for Rook, Floyd and Malleus with an s/o that has sinusitis (bad headaches basically)? Suffering rn, and it's not fun :(

Thank you, and take ur time!!!!

sorry that i'm so late with this!! i hope you're better now, make sure to drink plenty of water!

Romantic Rook Hunt, Floyd Leech, and Malleus Draconia with a reader that has sinusitus. (Headcanons)

Rook Hunt~

🏹 Oh, you poor dear! It's a shame that someone as beautiful as yourself has to deal with such a horrible condition!

🏹 Rook will see to it that you don't overexert yourself or end up all alone when you need help. After all, how could he call himself a lover if he doesn't make sure you get plenty of rest and water?

🏹 9/10, because he can overbearing at times.

Floyd Leech~

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150 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#3

「Request」(Hi, I'm new and enjoyed your Trey & Jade works! ^^) Perhaps a platonic short imagine of Jade and/or Jamil with a Reader that managed to silver-tongue/give them the slip out of trouble on more then one occasion? Those two are tough cookies but I'm sure it's possible!

Jade Leech (Platonic Scenario-Sneakin' Around)

A/N: I just finished a matchup with Jamil, so I'm gonna write for Mafia Eel #1 instead. Also, I named this after this song, and I purged all the old requests in my askbox, so send in some more.

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You were sure he wouldn’t be able to hear your breathing.

Then again, were you sure about anything regarding Jade Leech? He was an enigma, something he knew, and used to his advantage. Despite this, you two were acquaintances, even though you had managed to slip out of trouble from him on multiple occasions. Maybe this was why you were friendly towards eachother. He said once that he loved unpredictable things, and someone being able to run from him was certainly of the sort.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the tree you were hiding in being shaked.

You fell out of the tree with a squeak, and fell into the arms of a certain teal-haired eel. You knew it wasn’t Floyd from the gloves alone, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted Floyd to be there instead. 

“Fufu, your hiding spot was certainly clever.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Jade-Senpai.....”

He set you down with his everlasting smile, and held out his arm.

“I’m very fond of you, don’t you know? Would you like to accompany me on a walk?”

“Um.... Sure.”

158 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#2

Can I request hcs about Jamil, Kalim, Riddle and Idia with a gn! reader thats like Isabela from Encanto (maybe they're actually royalty) [sorry if this is too vague]

Jamil Viper:

Jamil understands your plight of keeping up appearances. He's had to pretend to be average his entire life to not surpass Kalim.

He knows what it's like to be constantly under pressure, and he sympathises with you.

If you ever snap, he’s like “Relatable”.

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[halfblood-fiend]

time to fix the lack of ask thing for ya :D :D how about 10 and/or 36 for whomever you're inspired to write about? :3

Okay, finally getting to this now that my computer isn’t committing soduku…

You know? Even though I said I didn’t really need people to send asks, it still sure was nice to get. Lol. So thank you!

Solidarity.

From the Fifty Ways To Kiss Someone Prompts

10. …desperately

ft. Trey x Dorian (Dragon Age)

“It’s a strange sort of place, isn’t it?” Dorian strode forward and rapped on the icy cavern wall with the point of his staff.

“Easy with that thing,” Trey teased. Dorian felt the weight of the elf’s hand across his shoulders as he clanked by. “You don’t want to bring this whole place down on us.”

“Ha. If I did, would we be free from needed to go further in?”

Trey chuckled as he strode away, but didn’t answer.

The frozen cave the Inquisitor had led them into was not only so frigid it hurt to breathe, but it was damned narrow too. Quite frankly, it made him nervous to think of delving deeper into it at all. One never knew what they might find. And if Dorian wasn’t going to be paid quite handsomely in his tent for this later when they returned to camp, he would have never agreed to follow Trey along on this little sight setting spree. He would have much preferred sitting beside a fire, thawing out frozen fingers around a mug of steaming tea, and perhaps with the handsome Inquisitor himself curled around him as well. Just the thought sent a delightful shiver down his spine. He made a mental note to make that part of his bargain as well.

Just a few more days, Dorian told himself. A few more days and they’d be done with the Emprise du Lion and then he would make Trey swear to never bring him back.

CRACK!

Dorian stumbled back from the rubble falling from the ceiling to his right. His arms went over his head but as fast as it had come, it was over, and the last few stones pelted him, leaving stinging welts where they hit. Coughing and spluttering, he couldn’t see past the swirling dust as welled up from the cavern floor.

“Amatus?!” He hacked his lungs out as soon as the word was spoken, but it didn’t stop him. “Treysomel!”

Dorian rushed towards the wall of collapsed ice and rubble and fell to his knees. Magic thrummed beneath his skin and sparks began to spit around his hands as he grabbed every piece of rock he could reach and flung them carelessly behind him.

When one of them hit something metal.

“Ow.”

His head snapped around so fast, he could have broken his neck, but there, crumpled to his left, was the dusty but unmistakable shape of the Inquisitor.

“Amatus,” Dorian practically sobbed. He scrambled to Trey’s side as the elf groaned and shook shards of ice from his hair.

Pulling the other man into him, Dorian crushed his lips against Trey’s, ignoring the grit and ignoring the muffled protest. Maker blast him, he was just so thankful Trey hadn’t been beneath the cave in. Nothing tasted as sweet as the Inquisitor’s lips on his, nothing.

Trey pushed Dorian off of him and turned his head to dry cough on his hands and knees. Dorian rubbed his back, fretting to himself until the elf could speak.

“I told you not to bring this place down on us,” he choked, “ but would you listen? Noooo. Someone has to poke everything with his staff…”

“Kaffas. I’ll poke you with my staff you no good, son of a–”

Trey interrupted the slew of obscenities Dorian had intended to hurl with his beautiful mouth and Dorian decided that this time he wouldn’t chide him for his rudeness.

36. To give up control

ft. ( @angle0fthegourd‘s favorite OC ship of mine) Space!AU Trey x Vonauk, my Vulcan OC (Starfinder? Technically??)

The shuttlecraft’s lights were turned down as low as they could go in order to conserve power. There was no telling how long it might take the rest of their party to discover the fact that Vonauk and Treysomel were missing from the ship, and perhaps even more time for them to find the shuttlecraft in question. There was ample time to quantify every possible solution to their current predicament. Vonauk had gone over the calculations in their head more times than they could count. Each time, the chances of their survival were slim to none. It would be a close call on whether they would run out of emergency rations or atmosphere first, and an even closer call on which fate would be worse to endure.

Treysomel sighed from his seat beside Vonauk at the command console. In quick succession, his long tinkerer’s fingers typed out a command code before the holographic console powered down entirely. Vonauk’s own hands paused in the air where their own console had just been moments before as Treysomel unbuckled himself from his seat. "It’s a lost cause no matter which way you figure it,” the elf mumbled. “No sense beatin’ around the bush.”

Vonauk dropped his hands to the bulkhead. “No cause is truly lost. If I recalibrate our communications relay and divert power from all nonessential systems, I should be able to maximize the range of our–”

“Give it up, will ya!” Treysomel snapped.

Vonauk arched a slanted eyebrow at him. “While it’s logical to have such an adverse reaction in the face of–”

“Of certain death?”

They frowned. “Our death is not certain yet, Treysomel.”

“Maybe not yours,” Treysomel replied roughly, running his hands through his already mussed auburn hair. He’d been half tearing it out for hours. “But I reckon mine is. Maybe you can live. I’m sure there’s some Vulcan way you can conserve your body’s energy, live for a while without food or maybe even air, but I sure as hells can’t. I’m done for sittin’ out here.”

“Your friends may find us yet.”

Treysomel’s ears flattened close to the side of his head as he considered, and Vonauk watched the play of emotions over the elf’s face in undisguised fascination. Hope, confusion, resignation, fear. Even distraught as he was, he was more beautiful than he had a right to be. Which made the fact he was correct all the worse. Eventually, he leaned back into the seat’s headrest and let his face turn towards theirs. “Ain’t nothin’ for it. Just give it up, darlin’.”

He lifted his hands from his lap and they closed warm and urgent over Vonauk’s, sending a shock of pleasure through their body. Treysomel pulled them towards him and kicked the side of their seat so it would swivel until the two of them faced each other. He leaned forward in his own seat until their faces were inches apart. Vonauk became painfully aware that Treysomel’s thumbs rubbed over the back of their hands, and their face warmed uncomfortably.

The elf gave them a lopsided grin that didn’t quite touch his green eyes. “I don’t think I’d ever get used to the color of your blush… Listen, don’ think too much about it, jus’ tell me goodbye. Like you mean it. Precious time’s a wastin’.”

“Treysomel…” Vonauk wanted to assure him they would do everything in their power to get him out of this. They wanted to tell him help was coming, and that if he just let them man their station, they could ensure his survival. But the platitudes rang false, even before the words ever left their mouth. The others in their party might’ve treated Treysomel poorly because of his dubious upbringing, but a fool he was not. Vonauk had seen that from the beginning. They would be doing him a disservice by attempting to convince him everything was fine. Nothing was “fine.” They had gotten the two of them into this mess, lured Treysomel away because they knew he would do anything to help them, and now Treysomel was going to pay the price for it. Holding a grudge might not be the Vulcan way, but Vonauk doubted they would ever forgive themselves if the beautiful creature before them died on their account.

Not if. When.

“Hey.” Treysomel’s fingers traced Vonauk’s jaw and brushed their temple and they shuddered at the flair of sensation the elf left upon their skin. “Don’ look so worried,” he murmured. “S'not a good look for ya.”

He made jokes, bit out bitter laughter in the face of long odds, in some attempt to ease their perceived suffering. Vonauk’s heart twisted painfully in their side.

“Come on.”

Vonauk searched Treysomel’s face one last time and found nothing but resignation there. “If you would just let me…” but Treysomel’s face said it all. No one was coming. Not on time.

Vonauk closed their eyes and closed the last bit of distance, finding Treysomel’s lips soft against theirs. They had seen so much death in their time and was hardly moved by it, but this…

Why did this have to be different?

The elf grasped at them and when his fingers grazed their skin, they shuddered. And when he eased from his chair and pulled them after him, they let him. He could have this. It was logical to fulfill his final wishes if they could, even if it would mar their soul than they would ever care to admit.

Neither one of them saw the light set into the bulkhead wink from steady red to blinking green with the acknowledgment of their emergency distress beacon.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

An Impossible Choice

Prompt request: Could you do an avengers/teen reader where reader is really stressed out because her parents are getting a divorce and want you to pick a side and you can’t choose who you want to stay with and kids at school keep bothering you and you’ve just had enough so you storm out and run into various avengers who give advice and stuff?

Characters: Teen Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: none

A/N: So I out all of the Avengers in one place, but I hope it’s what you were looking for! Thank you so much for sending me the request! As always, thanks for reading!

Masterlist

The cacophony of sounds from school buzzed in your ears as you tried to pay attention to your friends. You mushed up your crappy school lunch as Peyton droned on about her parents.

“Ugh, my parents suck!” she whined.

“Why, ‘cause they won’t let you go to out on a school night?” Trey chuckled.

Peyton rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious. “Duh! It’s like they want to kill my social life. I wish they would just disappear or something.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You shoved your chair back with a screech and stormed out of the cafeteria. No one tried to stop you as you walked right out of school. You had never skipped class before, but you had to get out of there before your head exploded. So, you did the only thing that seemed logical. You ran home, packed a bag, and left.

You trudged into the Avengers Tower with your duffel bag in hand. An invisible storm cloud had followed you since you left home, and its darkness threatened to release at any second.

You were the prodigy web intern for the Avengers. Tony had held a competition for a new web designer, and you had blown everyone else out of the water. Despite your young age, Tony saw your talent immediately. You had been working on Tony’s tasks plus your own high school curriculum for the past six months. Having unlimited access to the Avengers meant you got to know everyone on the team really well, and you considered them all your friends. And right now, you really needed some friends.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned around and found Nat and Wanda walking towards you. They both stopped when they saw your duffel bag. Wanda stared at you intensely, and you blushed under her gaze.

“We were just about to join the boys for a movie night,” Nat said slowly. “Want to join us?”

“Um, maybe,” you replied. You cleared your throat. “Actually, I, uh, need a place to stay. Do…do you think Tony would, um, let me crash?”

Wanda’s eyes softened, and you had a feeling she could sense why you were here. Shit. “I don’t see why not,” she said softly.

You nodded and followed them to the movie room. Tony and Steve were fiddling with the DVD player and Sam was pouring out bags of popcorn into bowls. Bucky came in after you carrying a tray of drinks.

“Look who it is!” Steve exclaimed. He walked over and gave you a hug. “How are you doing, Y/N? You staying for movie night?”

You shrugged and looked down at the floor. “Um, Tony, can I stay here for the weekend?”

All movement stopped at your question. Bucky crossed his arms, and Sam quirked his eyebrows. Steve pulled away from the hug, but his arms still squeezed your shoulders. Tony stepped away from the DVD player as Nat and Wanda looked at you, concern etched on their faces.

“What’s going on, kiddo?” Tony asked.

“Nothing,” you replied.

Tony raised his eyebrows as he sauntered over to you. “Okay. So you want to stay here because nothing is going on.” He pursed his lips and nodded. “Seems reasonable.”

You just shrugged again in response.

Tony scoffed and shook his head. “No way. That whole teenage sulking thing isn’t going to work.”

“Tony!” Sam chided. “Back off. She can sleep in Barnes’ room.”

Bucky shoved Sam’s shoulder. “And where am I supposed to sleep?”

“The floor? The couch? In here? I don’t care, man.” Sam winked at you, and you smiled for the first time since your arrival.

Bucky took your bag and led you over to one of the big, plush couches. “You’re gonna love the movie, Y/N.” He continued to talk to you as Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Steve huddled together.

“You know what’s wrong,” Steve said to Wanda. It wasn’t an accusation; he was merely stating a fact.

Wanda nodded her head. “Care to share?” Tony asked.

“She’ll talk when she’s ready,” Nat interjected.

Steve nodded his agreement. “Let’s watch the movie. Maybe she’ll come around if she gets comfortable.”

“Fine,” Tony sighed.

He finished setting up the movie as you positioned yourself on the couch. You were extra cuddly tonight, and you scooted so you were sitting in Steve’s lap with your legs hung over Sam’s. Thankfully, they didn’t say anything and just let you be. Your phone buzzed in your bag, and you ignored it. When it buzzed again, you reached down and shut it off, completely ignoring the caller. Bucky glanced at Steve, who just shrugged.

You barely paid attention to the movie, and your mind wandered the whole time. Eventually, your head was laying against Steve’s chest and you pulled at some loose threads on his t-shirt. Your secret bubbled up from your stomach into your throat. You felt like it was suffocating you, and you just wanted relief.

“My parents are getting divorced,” you announced. Your jaw clenched and you let out a sigh. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as Tony paused the movie. Steve wrapped his arms around you in a hug, and you you buried your face in his shirt. No one said anything for a few moments, and your confession hung heavily in the air.

“Sorry, kid,” Bucky said. He reached across Steve and patted your shoulder.

“Is that why you want to stay over?” Sam asked, gently rubbing your leg. You nodded against Steve’s shirt.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Wanda prodded.

You nodded. “They want me to choose who I’m going to live with.” You swallowed thickly as a few tears escaped. “How am I supposed to choose?” You took a shaky breath as the tears flowed freely. “I-if I ch-choose my mom, the-then my d-d-dad will be mad, b-but…” You trailed off as you sobbed, finally letting it all out.

“If you choose your dad, your mom will be mad,” Nat finished.

Tony pushed himself off the couch and sat down in front of you. “Honey, I don’t think they can be mad at you if they’re asking you to choose.”

You gulped and wiped your nose on your sweatshirt sleeve. “I don-don’t want them t-to get div-divorced.”

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Sam said, tugging your pant leg. You crawled over Steve’s lap into Sam’s arms.

Now that his arms were free, Steve leaned down and grabbed your cell phone from your bag. He turned it on and saw numerous missed calls from both your mom and dad.

By now, you had calmed down enough that you had stopped crying. You sniffled and cuddled into Sam’s arms further.

“You have to go home,” Steve said suddenly. You sat up out of Sam’s lap and stared at Steve with your jaw open. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

“But Tony already said I could stay here!” you protested. You looked to Tony. “Right?”

“Absolut-” Steve’s glare cut Tony’s sentence short. He coughed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I mean, absolutely not. Sorry, Y/N.”

“Traitor,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Wanda chided. “You hate the situation you have been put in. It’s not fair, but you can’t run away. Tony and Steve aren’t wrong.”

Your chin wobbled as Wanda’s words sunk in. You knew she was right, and your cheeks burned shamefully. “I’m sorry, Tony,” you whispered. “I don’t hate you.”

Tony gave you a sad smile and pulled you in for a hug. “I know, kiddo. Trust me, I could write a book on crappy parent moments.”

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked as you sat back on the couch.

“Have you told them how you feel? About choosing?” Nat asked. You shook your head. “Well, I think that’s a good first step.”

“They love you,” Bucky added. “They probably don’t even realize how what they’re asking is affecting you.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “You think?” Bucky nodded, and you knew what you had to do. “Do you think someone can drive me home?” you asked.

“Of course,” Steve said.

“You’re always welcome here,” Tony reassured you. “Even outside of work. If you ever need a break from home, you know where to find us. But…”

“But I have to go home,” you finished. “I know.”

“Thatta girl,” Tony cooed, pinching your cheek. You giggled and pushed him away. Steve helped you with your duffel bag as you said goodnight to the rest of the Avengers.

Your future was uncertain, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. But your friends were right. Running away wasn’t the answer, and it was time to face your parents and tell them the truth.  

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