#but anyway! not a dumb question! just tag me if you'd like and I'll reply!

[bookwyrminspiration]

Dumb question but do you usually reblog asks game answers you send? Because I answered your ask for one of them (the book themed one) and I don’t know if you saw it or not. It’s cool if you did see and just didn’t reblog it, but I wanted to make sure? Sorry if this is presumptuous.

Not a dumb or presumptuous question at all! I tend to be very inconsistent with my responses. Sometimes I'll reblog them, but usually if they're a mutual I'm more familiar with, but even then that's only on occasion. Otherwise I will try to reply to them--but again, also inconsistent!

I'm quite forgetful when it comes to responding to things, so I truly mean nothing by it. I've been tagged in several tag game-like things over the past few weeks that I keep forgetting to go through, for example, and there are a handful of DMs I also keep forgetting to respond to.

I promise I was not trying to dismiss whatever you said. In all likelyhood, I read it when I got the notif, went "I should respond to this in a minute!" and then i got enough notes between reading it, setting my phone down, and coming back I couldn't see the notif anymore and forgot. it happens a lot.

I'm working to be better with it, but it's an ongoing process. If you'd like and are comfortable, tag me in the post! Then I can find it and reply! but I'd probably reply tomorrow, as I'm about to go to bed

[pastel-medic]

My name is Xed/Pastel ^v^ (He/Xe/They)! I am 24 years old and any other art accts will likely have the username pastelxapple if you want to find me on other platforms!

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I've technically been in the TF2 community for more than 6 years but I just recently got back into it as of 2024!

Pr0shipper/“problematic” accounts DNI!!! I will block you >:(((

@/hoshi-tsubasa is my twin! Her art is just as incredible so go check her out too if you'd like! She also draws TF2 stuff here and there, plus she has some TF2 merch you can check out on her redbubble!

My main ship is Gentlesurgery, which I draw quite a lot! If that ship is not your cup of tea I kindly suggest to be polite and just move on, harassment and hate will not be tolerated here. I also have other favorite TF2 ships that I don't have listed above in the "Meet The Artist" template that I may draw from time to time! However, please be mindful that I don't really draw HeavyMedic (Red Oktoberfest), MedicScout (Quickfix/Blunt Trauma), or SniperScout (SpeedingBullet) ships, as those are not ships I'm particularly fond of compared to others (MedicScout cuz as a passionate MedicSpy shipper it just feels uncomfy for me) ;3; very sorry! (ALSO ABSOLUTELY NO SPYSCOUT GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT DISGUSTING STUFF) I do like most TF2 ships tho (I especially love all Spy ships)! 💖

Please be aware I likely will not draw nsfw! There may be suggestive art tho from time to time :3c Some things will be tagged with tw if needed!

Also please do not tag my art with ship tags unless I have them put under my art! I am not comfortable with certain dynamics being labeled as ships, especially if the dynamic is not meant to be in any form romantic/sexual ;;

My hyperfixations do shift so I may hop from one media to another or draw crossovers! I will usually post my other non-TF2 art on my instagram, but all TF2 content will be here!

In addition, please be aware I have ADHD and an alter system (DID), so please note that I may go silent with posts every once in a while. My mental health is not a subject I care to make front and center here, so I prefer any questions or topics of such be kept private! Thank you! 💖

If you can I encourage you to reblog my artwork if you like it! Traction on tumblr is very different than on other social sites like twitter and tiktok, so it would mean a lot to me if you could share my art! 🥺💌 I'm deeply humbled if you enjoy my content, thank you!

Ask Box Rules:

This is a 16+ ask blog, so if you wanna ask me or my version of the mercs something pls feel free! Anon questions will be turned on and off from time to time, but if people completely abuse it or things get out of hand I will shut them off permanently ;3; Also please respect that there's a limit for how much you can ask of me, I won't consistently draw the same thing over and over if it's asked for like more than 3 times (especially by the same person)!

Also, if I do not respond to your ask, it may be because I am either uncomfortable with the ask, am unsure how to respond, or simply do not feel that it is an ask that needs to be posted. I am also NOT an rp blog so I will not respond to rp-like asks. Please respect this, thank you!

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Art Trades are for mutuals only! I rarely do them but think they're fun! Also will only do an art trade if the level of art quality and skill is the similar to my own, thank you! 💖

This isn't entirely an art request blog but depending on the question in the ask box I might doodle something if I'm interested enough! 🍰✨ I don't really draw ship requests often tho! ;3; Might do some that I like but depends!

I don't mind fanart! If you'd like to make fanart for me please tag me so I can see your lovely work! However pls don't draw my ocs or version (aus included) of the mercs inappropriately or in ships I otherwise am not comfortable with, as they already have pre-established relationships ;; Also please do not misinterpret/take creative liberties with my Medicsona (Shortcake Medic) specifically, as he is my personal sona and I am more sensitive about art of him! He is not an oc, he is a sona, so I am uncomfortable with misinterpretations and/or nsfw art of him. If you are unsure about anything please ask me first, I am very firm and particular about him! Thank you!!! 💖🍰

If you want to use my art as a profile pic please ask me first!!! DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY ARTWORK!!!!

[plxviofiles]

I like you.

pairings; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings; swearing

sypnosis; one dance. right person, wrong time. what could go wrong?

a/n; this is a repost bc it didn't show up in tags </3 also side note go wish elle a happy bday rn or istg for @losethetimewqr ! happy birthday bbg ! ilysm ♡. also happy international women's day to all the women out there! i honestly did NOT like the way this fic turned out LMAOKSJAKLJ butttt I pray it turned out well enough anyway. loosely based on this song and this one at one scene too, two of my favs that I've kept on repeat and r v personal to me <3

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anyway. reblogs and likes are appreciated as always. *goes into hiding*

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↳ "IT'S just a dance. What are you so afraid of?"

Her red hair flowed down her shoulders, green eyes piercing in question, the black jumpsuit she was wearing fit her in all the right ways.

In answer to her question, so many things. You hated Natasha Romanoff. She was everything you hated. Wasn't she?

"That I'll step on your toes," you were quick to answer, eyes sizing up the redhead.

She scoffed, "Bullshit. You were dancing since you could walk."

Your blood boiled and your veins felt like they were working overtime trying not to pop at her words. It may have been childish, yes, but you didn't care.

But you also knew exactly what she was implying. She was saying you could never step on her toes, not on accident anyway, and not even on purpose.

"Surprised you remembered that," you gritted your teeth, still actively ignoring the lonesome hand Natasha held out for you to take, "You don't seem to remember a lot of things we've done."

Natasha's expression darkened and you feared you might've gone too far.

"Less words."

"What are y-"

She swooped close to you and her hand slid around your waist, her other hand grasping yours.

It felt as natural as the first time she danced with you, more than half a decade ago.

"What are you doing out here?"

Her fingers danced along the ground, expression solemn.

"It was too much. I just need some air."

You moved to sit down next to her.

The stars smiled at the both of you.

"It's a lovely night," you whispered to her, "Some other girl and I, would love this swirling sky."

"Other girl?" Natasha asked, eyebrows furrowing, "Who?"

"But there's only you and I," you teased, "So I guess, for tonight, you're my type."

Natasha scowled, "As if you'd be mine."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" you declared, standing up, holding out your hand, "I know, for a fact, that you like me."

Natasha didn't answer, but she took your hand, and she danced with you.

This constant back and forth was something you've shared since the dawn of time. Deep down, you both knew you'd do anything for the other.

"Maybe I like you," she whispered into your ear, her chin nestled on your shoulder, "Just a little."

Natasha's movements were anything but stiff, gracefully pulling you around the dance floor.

It was strange, to be in her arms again, but it also felt so...enticing.

"You're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal."

"Funny."

"Why are you acting so cold?" Natasha raised a brow.

"Acting?" you couldn't believe her, "Are you being serious?"

Natasha's muscles stiffened at the tone you were taking on, and she avoided eye contact.

"You're just behaving weirdly, that's all."

"You don't get to tell me that I'm behaving weirdly," you mumbled, pushing her off of you discreetly, "Not when you're the one that ran away."

"Ran away?" she laughed humorlessly, "Me?"

Your knuckles were turning white, and your blood pressure rose at a speedy rate.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me, Romanoff," you replied coldly, brushing yourself off and glaring at her, "You kissed me."

Natasha's eyes narrowed, but she didn't reply.

"You kissed me," you hissed, "And you left."

"It wasn't my choice," her voice softened, but her hands still stayed glued to her sides, as well as her feet.

"Wasn't your choice?" you repeated in disbelief, "Then what about all that avoiding, hm? What changed tonight? What do you want?"

Natasha didn't speak.

"Money? Encouragement? My sanity?"

"You're acting like an idiot right now," Natasha warned.

You smiled sarcastically, "Classy."

"What about you?" she raised her voice, "You have barely uttered a word to me since we've enrolled in this school."

"God, you must be really fucking dense if you don't actually know why."

"I don't want anything from you."

"Then leave. me. alone," you demanded, turning away from her and leaving the hall.

Natasha resisted the urge to sigh loudly, remembering that she was in public, and she decided to follow you.

"You're not paying attention to what I'm saying, aren't you?"

Natasha blinked and her vision focused on you.

"I'm sorry," she apologised, but you shook your head.

"What's on your mind?" you queried gently.

You're lying on her bed, heads next to each other, but your eyes were facing her lips.

It's a bright day, and the rays of sunshine shone through, bathing the room in a golden light.

"I don't like the way they talk to me," her eyes darted from your lips to gaze into your pupils.

You appreciated how ethereal the light had made Natasha look. The girl was already drop dead gorgeous, but the light illuminating all of the details on her face that you had promised to memorise, was distracting you.

"Like just because of my age, I'm incapable," Natasha grumbled, her hands reaching upward for no particular reason.

Maybe she felt like she could reach the sky.

"That's not true," you hummed, lifting up your hands in unison, earning a small smile, "If anything, you're capable of everything, Natty."

"You're just saying that because we knew each other since we were babies."

"That's part of it, yes, but also because," your hand landed on hers, rubbing your thumb on it affectionately, "I know you."

"Do you?" she questioned, "Are you sure?"

"I know enough," you rephrased, "I know you hate toast, I know your favourite colour is black despite your love for red and blue, I know you've always wanted to play the drums, I know you love dancing, no matter how goofy you look, just like me."

Natasha giggled at the last sentence, and you smiled at her.

"I know enough, Natasha. All the simple things, some of the deeper things. I know enough to be able to say that you're going to prove everyone wrong one day."

"We."

"What?"

Natasha's solemn expression was replaced by a soft one.

"We will prove everyone wrong one day."

"Deal," you wrapped your pinkie finger around hers.

"Deal."

Alone again.

You breathed in deeply.

The spot beside you was empty…as it was the past few years.

The wind howled loudly and you wondered how long it would take you to get home and cuddle up in blankets.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" you spoke quietly, taking off your heels.

Natasha stood helplessly behind you.

Her arms hugged her body, asking herself what she could do next.

“I didn’t want to leave,” she began slowly, “But I had to.”

You looked at her like she was disappointing you all over again.

Natasha hated seeing it.

“And I suppose you can’t tell me why.”

“Not exactly, no.”

“Then we’re back at square one,” you said.

“No,” Natasha whispered, “We’re not.”

“What’s changed, Natasha? Tell me.”

“I can’t deny I like you now.”

You raised your arms in the air in frustration, pressing your fingers to your temple after.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Do you still like me?” she asked, “The truth, promise me that.”

“I don’t have to promise you anything.”

Natasha grabbed your wrist, gently, calmly.

“Please.”

Your biggest weakness: Natasha’s rare puppy eyes.

It always worked back then, and as awful as your mind made it seem, it still did.

“Fine,” you mumbled.

“I like you, Natasha...and I hate you too.”

“I hate you for leaving me, I hate you for making me feel small, and I hate you for making me wonder, what if? every single fucking time I think of you.”

“...And?” Natasha encouraged you to continue, althought terrified of what you would say.

“And….I like you. I like you so much it scares me. I like you so much that it’d kill me to see you with anyone else. I like you so much that so much as watching the stars with someone else or lying on someone else’s bed doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and Natasha cautiously wrapped you up in her arms, giving you ample time to pull away.

You didn’t. You couldn't help it. Gravity itself played cupid when it came to you two. It's like pulling on a thread and arriving at the same place it was tied to over and over again.

“I like you too. I like you so much that you’re all I thought about these past years. The stars shine brighter whenever you’re around. I’m sorry it took me so long to have the courage to tell you this.”

You were both crying now, and it surprised you. Natasha Romanoff didn’t cry. No, she stood by you each time you did, and she felt more deeply than anyone you had ever known, but she never cried.

“You’re crying,” you stated almost dumbly.

“I’ve changed,” she chuckled, a watery smile on her face.

“Thank you,” you said, holding her tightly, “I’m so sorry for all the things I’ve said.”

“I’m sorry, too,” she replied, “Plus I deserved some of it.”

“Or all of it,” you teased.

She dramatically gasped.

“Hey!”

You stay there for a very long while.

Natasha’s arms felt like home.

Your arms were the only things Natasha felt like she could ever belong to.

“You think you could ever tell me?”

“Someday. Are you okay with that?”

You thought it over before nodding slowly, “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Leaving wasn’t really a problem, Natasha. Leaving without telling me and then pretending everything was okay? That was a problem.”

Natasha understood, shaking her head, “You’re right.”

“When am I not?”

You both giggled. Her hands were warm on your body. You never felt more alive.

“I know that...you need time, but,"

"But?"

"Can we at least start over?”

You chastely kissed her cheek, and she was afraid her cheeks might break.

“Yes. Yes, we can.”

[eveenstar]

We either die like idiots, or run away like cowards (Operatorverse x f!reader) (Part 1)

Summary: After finishing recording a short film for a project, you and your small group of friends decide to visit an abandoned house just for fun, like the dumb idiots you all are.

Tags/Warns: Please for the love of god don't be like me and my friends who went there completely bare to any sort of weapons to defend ourselves. The protagonist is described as using a veil sometimes, but her religion is up to you.

A/N: Based on real life events (no we were not attacked and we left completely unharmed!), I just added a little bit more ✨spice✨. Look I swear I'm not back at my creepypasta phase, I swear trust me- NOT PROOF READ! Posting this at 1 am so I'll give it some proper editing after I wake up, just wanted to get this up today.

"You sure it is abandoned?" You asked, your feet aching from the heavy high heel boots you had been wearing. Your friend Daniel hesitated for a bit and stumbled on his words.

"Well, huh, it is abandoned - but there's a tiny chance we can meet some addicts or homeless people." You laughed sarcastically while your other two friends kept silence. "Hey, at least I'll get to use these bad boys" you waved to the plastic lightsabers sticking out of your bag.

As you arrived to the abandoned house, who according to Daniel used to be an orphanage, two of your friends refused to get in. Lydia and Samantha promised they'd wait for you both outside, and to make sure to warn you two if they saw someone else going in - of course, you expected them to stay behind, after all they were the most responsible of the group. Not that you were completely irresponsible, no, you were one of the oldest of the group and you tried to keep everyone safe but let's be honest, you are all still kids, and even the best of the best do stupid shit like exploring possible dangerous houses sometimes.

"There are three possible entries," You followed Daniel through the rough, green path. "We'll check the ones on the right first."

"If they shut the building off, how come there are three active entry points?" You questioned, taking a look around. The house was tall, at least three floors, and old graphite that decorated the faint yellow walls slightly brought down your motivation to continue - but you had come this far, you couldn't go back now.

Daniel came to an abrupt stop and put his finger on his lips, signalizing for you to be as stealth as possible. He nodded towards the green doors on top of a small staircase and walked down a narrowed path, which you thought it led to some sort of basement. The high heels boots were heavy on the creaky wood as you stepped up the stairs but before your hands reached the door knob, the boy immediately came back with a goofy "quiet" run and stopped you.

"Wait, wait, wait," He said, eyes bewildered and cautious. "The basement door is locked, however there are cigarettes on the ground, and they sure as hell look fresh."

The door had cracks in the windows and a large broken hole in one of them, they was a crack of an opening but you looked back at Daniel - as much as you want to enter the house through one of the front doors, you knew it would make too much noise.

"So are we backing out?" You asked, already making your way to the back of the house, the garden/playground, or what was left of it anyway. Daniel rolled his eyes in slight annoyance and shock that you even asked that. "Of course not." He replied.

The last resort was a window, which unlike the others, was not blocked by concrete. It was taller and even though you were good at climbing and parkour, there was no way your jeans (which you believed were not so tight when you bought them) would let you even make an attempt to climb through the window. Luckily, and weirdly enough, Daniel went to grab a white chair that you'd see at any other cheap coffee shop and placed it in front of the window.

"One of the legs is broken." You pointed out blankly. Daniel shrugged.

"We've went through before with it and it's safe, if you're careful enough." Huh, that made sense. Daniel had a fair knowledge of the grounds even though he was not from the area, so you guessed he had already adventured his way into the house with your other classmates. You would've scolded them for being careless if you weren't doing the exact same thing.

You trusted Daniel with your backpack before climbing up the chair and then the window, which was easier than you thought and a sense of nostalgia ran through your mind - oh, the adventures you had when you were a kid. You took your phone out, not wanting to forget this moment, and hit recording. The room you both were in was small, full of graphite just like the outside walls - drawings, phrases, names, declarations of love, all that stuff. Your friend took notice of your excitement, "Careful, we have to move slow and whisper. We don't know if someone else is here with us."

A sense of dread washed through you once you both stepped in to the corridor and you took a look around. Down the hallway were two other rooms and a large room in the end, but everything was darker, and Daniel advised you to stick to his path - you never know what lays in the shadows. To the lighter areas were the toilets and bathrooms, along with another lit room and a large living room (or so you guessed) that had the green doors as an entrance, then, another corridor, but this one had a staircase that led both up and down.

"Let's head back," Daniel whispered while you were distracted looking around. The floors were creaky and some corners were burned down, but everything in the house gave it such an...ethereal feeling to it. He noticed your longing gaze to the staircase. "We can't. If someone is here, it would be easier for them to corner us in."

You nodded in silent, way too excited to say anything that might ruin the experience. You followed closely behind Daniel, careful not to step into any creaky or weak wood. You both were analysing the drawings left behind in the hallway from which you came in when suddenly he shushed you and looked upstairs.

"What is it?" You whispered, looking up, but you heard or saw nothing. Daniel, on the other hand, looked slightly alerted.

"Footsteps. Above." You both waited in silence for a few seconds, and you turned your camera back to the board. It read three names; Lucille, Hannah and Marcus. It reminded you of one of the legends Daniel told you about this mysterious house; that before the fire began in the basement, three children went missing to never be found again, not even their burned bodies. They just disappeared out of thin air. Suddenly, chills ran up your spine and you took a deep breath - you felt watched and intrusive thoughts crept into your mind. You clunched closer to Daniel.

"We should go." He stated, feeling the same as you, you thought. But something was pulling you down the hallway, insisting on you to explore the rest and not leave so soon. "(Y/N)?"

You didn't turn the flashlight on, since Daniel had warned you it would alert others of your position, but from your brief investigation and thankfully your eyes were well adapted to the dark, the room to the right had nothing - but then, your stomach twisted in a way that only an animal caught in a trap would feel, once you saw the sleeping mattress and grocery bag in the room to the right. As silent as you could, you used your best knowledge of sign language to warn Daniel (who also understood some of it) of what was inside. He immediately (and almost) ran to the "exit window" carelessly, but stopped when he heard your gasp.

Daniel turned around just in time to grab your arm and try to push you behind him, but you swapped positions and placed yourself between your friend and...the masked man sitting in an old couch, in the darkest room that laid in the end of the creepy corridor. It seemed like a nightmare, or an hallucination, but Daniel was seeing the same thing as you were - how long you both stood there, glaring at him, was impossible to determine - but once Daniel's phone began loudly ringing, the man sprinted in your direction and you shouted, pushing Daniel ahead of you so he could leave first. The man, despite not being the tallest was strong and had you in his hold for a few moments before you slapped his mask and scratched him as bad as you could before jumping over the window - ignoring the loud sound of something tearing up - and running to the street as fast as you could. Daniel claimed he heard a string of coughs and between his desperate whines he mentioned that he left something behind, but you didn't care as long as both him and you were safe.

It wasn't until you got home and decided to take a long deserved shower, hiding the "we were chased by a maniac" part of the story from your mother, that you noticed the end part of the cloth you use for your veil was thorned - and damn, it was your favourite veil!

1:00 am

You grumble as your phone vibrates and look up from your pillow - the following news almost take out all the sleepiness in you.

[softsebnbuckystan]

Soul ties - Part 10 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed,

You put me on  and said I was your favourite”

Word count : 1712

Going back to everyone wasn't even as awkward as you'd predicted ; what had just happened with Bucky was pretty obvious. Yet, all the guests decided to cheer you up and spend their night telling you jokes or just talking to you about random memories. When you went back to your  room for good, you made sure Bucky walked you there : you were silently thanking Steve for giving you a room this far away from the others, since it gave you the opportunity to speak freely.

"So, about earlier,"  you started, "I think..."

"Hum,  yeah. I get it must be complicated for you." He scratched the back of his head as you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

"It's not, actually." You looked him in the eyes. "I know exactly what I want."

Something gleamed in his eyes – a hint of hope, maybe.

"You do?" he asked. "I don't want you to be in this situation, so..."

"I swear," — you gently grabbed the front of his shirt  – "I promise I know you're who I want." You lowered your gaze. "I'd be a fool to pretend otherwise."

Bucky tilted his head down to see you better, breathing on the tip of your nose. "This makes me...really happy." He kissed your nose, making you feel an instant warmth in your chest. "Now go get some rest. You've had an eventful night."

"You're right." You let go of him to grab the doorknob and turned around. "Wait, before I go..." You span and placed your hands on his shoulders to help you reach his height and planted a kiss on his lips again. "I really wanted to do this again."

You chuckled and left him at the door, quickly closing it behind you so that he wouldn't see you smiling like a teenager. Changing into your pyjamas, you were still unable to think about anything else than the  first kiss you'd shared and the emotion it'd gifted you with. You chose not to go to sleep right away : you knew a knock on your door would come. Around twenty minutes afterwards, you were ready to open the door to your sister right after hearing her.

"So, that happened," she said when she sat on your bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't you already know that?" you teased. "I thought you were supposed to be a mind-reading enchantress or something. Your skills are getting rusty, sis."

Wanda couldn't help but laugh before asking her question  again. "Seriously, I want to hear it from you, not  from your thought process. It's too much of a mess anyway."

You rolled your eyes at the skies  before sitting next to her. "It was... I don't know how to describe it." You shrugged. "It felt right."

"And what are you going to do about Darren? I heard you saying you were over, but are you actually doing it?"

You stopped to think for a moment. What would divorcing Darren concretely mean? You'd have to go through a divorce procedure, and you didn't know how those were  supposed to go. Maybe you could  ask Tony if he knew any good lawyers who might you out. But there was another thing you'd need to do.

"I'll  go get my stuff tomorrow. I'm thinking  of asking Tony if I can stay here...permanently."

You wrapped your hands around your legs and rested your chin on your knees.

"I'll go with you. I don't trust him."

"Thanks, Wanda."

Your sister hugged you tight before lying down next to you.

"I'm here for you. We're family," she noted. "Now get some sleep ; you need it."

You lay next to her and as it turned out, you fell asleep pretty fast. Maybe soulmates had that effect on people.

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"He's not even here," you remarked. "Even after our fight last night, he doesn't bother showing up at his own apartment."

Darren's behaviour was already heating up your anger, and you were once  again patting yourself on the shoulder for refusing both Steve and  Sam's help that day. They would not have handled this by calming you down. Maybe Steve would've tried, but well, even he had his limits. Messing with his family was one of them.

Your sister followed you to your bedroom, where you dragged a suitcase from under your bed. When you opened it, Wanda's eyes lingered for a second : it wasn't empty.

"Were you packing for a trip?" she asked.

You looked away and shrugged. "I don't know if I was planning for a honeymoon or a bad fight," you admitted. "Turns out it's the latter." You kept running around the place, packing everything from your most random flannel shirt to your favourite coffee mug.

"I think I'm ready to go," you ended up saying as you closed your suitcase. "I'm- wait. Did you hear the door too?"

"Y/n?"

"Fuck." You looked at Wanda, who'd recognised Darren's voice as well. You walked out of the bedroom, your suitcase rolling behind you. Your husband's eyes fell on your luggage before going back to you. You tried searching for any trace of sadness on his face ; all you found was anger and disappointment.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. "And what is she doing here?"

"Wanda's here because she wanted to help me get as far away from you as possible," you replied. "My whereabouts are none of your business anymore."

"You can't just leave like that. You're still my wife, as far as I know."

"Not for long."

Darren's face got bright red as he went in the kitchen. You knew he was about to start yelling, so you went for the door. His arm stopped you ; you hadn't seen him turn around. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to let out a faint scream. Wanda didn't need any more excuses to use her abilities.  She pinned him against the wall with a slight gesture of her hand.

"Don't you touch her again," she breathed. "You don't want me to use my full strength."

You could see Darren's nostrils flaring with anger and his fist clenching. You hated seeing him like this : some part of you still remembered the guy you'd fallen for several years earlier and you wished you could've made him stay like that.

"Don't blame  yourself for his behaviour, y/n," Wanda told you, not looking away from Darren. "Trust me, this man can't be changed. He'll always be a douchebag."

Your sister let go of him and opened the apartment's door for you. You were finally stepping out of that place, walking away from Darren.

"So what?" you heard him yell. "You're just gonna go back to that weird staring guy?"

You turned around and stared at him. You were done looking down and letting him hurt you. "Stop."

"What is it, huh?" – He walked closer to you and you gestured towards Wanda to let her know you were okay. "Is he better in better in bed than I am? Because I highly doubt that any man could make a good one out of you."

"Wow, you got to this level of insults. I shouldn't be surprised, coming from you." You paused, unsure of what his reaction would be to your next words. "I'll have divorce papers sent to you."

His jaw dropped, your words leaving him speechless. HIs insults still left a bitter taste in your mouth as you did your best to hide your pain. You didn't think such a long relationship could end like this, in a heartbeat, in the drop of a coffee cup.

Going back to the compound seemed to take less time than it took going to Darren's place. You were looking out of the window in silence, even though you knew your sister was holding back her remarks about Darren : you didn't need mind-reading powers to know that.

"Go ahead. Tell me I should've seen it coming."

"I'm not going to tell you that. Believe it or not, I wish I'd been wrong about him."

You gave Wanda a side glance : her grip on the stirring wheel was stern but her eyes were filled with sympathy.

"But I should've seen it coming. Damn, I despised his friends the moment I met them and he's just like them."

Wanda chuckled, which seemed inappropriate at first. "You didn't see that coming."

These words forced a smile out of you. "He would kick his ass, wouldn't he?"

"Absolutely. And he wouldn't be gentle about it."

You fiddled with your fingers. "Moments like these... I miss him the most."

"I know." Your sister's hand grabbed yours for a second before going back to the wheel. Her voice had gotten a little shaky from the emotion. "I also know he would've liked Bucky for you."

"Maybe. I shouldn't rush into this, though."

"Wait, what?" Wanda was confused, it seemed. How could she not be?

"Wanda, I just got out of a long relationship. I'm not even divorced yet. Bucky deserves better than this mess of a situation."

"Oh c'mon, he won't care about that. Have you seen how the man looks at you?"

A grin made its way to your lips as you remembered the numerous occasions Bucky  had laid his blue eyes on you, and yesterday, on your lips.

"I feel like I can't do this to him, you know? There are so many things I like about him, from the way he bothers pronouncing my name correctly, not the bland American way, to the habit he has of scratching his neck... You  know, dumb stuff. But what do I have to offer him? I'm not..."

"Stop. That's Darren speaking, not you," your sister softly reprimanded you. "You're worth so much more than you think you are. I also know that the guy who's going to rush to you to make sure you're okay is falling in love with you, if he hasn't already. His mind is almost as big a mess as yours."

"Wow, that's a first," you joked, the mention of love making you anxious. "The mess thing, I mean."

"Yeah, sure," — she snickered – "the mess thing."

--- They're getting serious, guys! I hope this part was good and that you liked it. Part 11 will come soon. :)

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