im letting you go

Overwatch Timeline

2015 Reinhardt is Born

2016 Ana is Born

2019 Torbjorn is Born

2028 Roadhog is Born

2038 Hanzo is Born

2039 Mercy and Mcree are Born

2041 Genji  is Born

2043 Widowmaker is Born

2044 Pharah is Born

2046 Bastion is ‘Born’/Omnic Crisis/Overwatch is Founded

2047 Winston is Born*

2048 Zarya and Symmetra are Born

2050 Lucio is Born

2051 Junkrat is Born/End of Omnic Crisis

2056 Zenyatta is Born

2057 D.Va is Born

2065 Reyes and Jack ‘Die’/Swiss Headquarters Explodes

2066 Fall of Overwatch

??? Mei wakes from Cryostasis

2071 Jack is busy being Soldier 76

2076 Recall

Tonight someone who wasn’t you said I was pretty. It wasn’t the first time that’s happened, but this time its different. I know that you love me, in what way I’m not sure. I know that you miss me, but you’re not doing anything about it. I’ve waited for you for 3 years. Always hoping one day I would be more than your second choice. Your “best friend”. I want you to know that if I keep talking to him, unlike not responding to all the guys who have tried to spark my heart in the last three years, I might move on. I want you to know that if I move on I’m not coming back. I never would’ve made you guess how much I loved you like all the others girls have. I’ve always been there for you, but you still always counted dimly lit stars while you could’ve had the moon. Now I’m finally starting to wonder if I’ve been doing the same.
Friendly Fire (pt. 8)

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little prank war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 1,142 lmao whoops

Warnings: none 

Notes: this is the end! :D im considering writing an epilogue depending if you want one?? if so, then i could “introduce” the next thing im planning on writing, which is probably going to be a one shot. anyways, im going on vacation to Mammoth Lakes from the 18th - 22nd. i cant bring my laptop (i know omg) so i cant write and post. when i come back, ill start my writing up again! 
i hope you guys enjoyed this series, as much as i did writing it ♥

There was no way you were going to stay. This entire mess was because of you, so the least you could do was try to fix it and apologize to Bucky. And Sam, for dragging him into this.

You went back to your room to grab your shoes, and began to leave. On your way out, you passed by Wanda’s room and noticed that the door was ajar.

I can’t just leave like that.
I should at least let someone know where I’m going

“Hey, Wanda? I’m going to check on the guys” you called out, only to receive silence back.

You poked your head through, taking note that she wasn’t there. Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her, or anyone else all day. The last time you saw her, was this morning when she told you about your prank being a bad idea.

Great. She’s probably upset with me too.

You left her door slightly open, just like how you found it and left. Once you stepped onto the grass, you began running towards the trees, to the spot that you watched Natasha disappear into. The entire facility was almost hidden by trees, but it wasn’t dense forest. The trees were rather evenly spread out. As you approached the trees, you noticed something peculiar.

Is that.. Music?

A confused expression spread along your face. After all the times that you’ve walked along the edge of the trees, not once have you ever heard anything, especially music. You started walking further, slowly stepping over any branches to keep from making any sound.

After ten minutes of steady stepping, the trees finally started breaking. The sound of music became more clearer. There were lights that shined through the leaves, causing them to illuminate soft hues of greens and yellows.

You took a deep breath, and ventured the last few steps past the trees.

“What’s going on?” you asked out.

Almost everyone was here. Clint and Natasha were sitting at the large wooden round table, with matching chairs. They were in some kind of deep conversation, not even noticing you. Nat’s legs were on Clint’s lap, while his arms rested on them.

Wanda was sitting on the grass, showing Vision how to make a flower crown from the little flowers that grew around them. Steve and Sam were by the grill chatting, while Tony stood by with a drink in hand, making sure Steve didn’t break the grill again.

“Well hello, doll”

Your gaze moved to the opposite side, landing on glacier blue eyes. Bucky had this playful smirk on his face, the kind that made it difficult not to look at.

“Buck.. What’s going on?” you questioned him, “What happened to you and Sam?? How is-”

“The sweetest kind of revenge” he chuckled.

“What?” you replied, still confused as hell.

“Look’s like someone isn’t good at following orders” Nat called out from the table, causing Clint to shake his head playfully.

Steve handed the spatula to Tony, and walked over to you with Sam. You met them halfway, and quickly started circling Sam. You placed your hand on his face, turning his head in all directions before stepping back.

“Where are the cuts and bruises??” you asked Sam.

He shook his head, chuckling, “Oh that? I got some of that super soldier serum baby, it’s all healed.”

Bucky shot him a look, lifting his eyebrow up. Natasha came up to you, with Clint by her side as well.

“Can someone please explain? Seriously, I’ve been here for like ten minutes already and I’m still so lost” you begged.

They all looked at each other for a moment and laughed.

“Alright, I think she’s suffered enough” Steve said, nodding at Natasha to explain.

“Well you see, this was all Bucky’s plan” Nat began with.

After a few minutes of explaining Bucky’s elaborate plan, you were quiet. This entire thing, was a prank. From Sam’s kiss, to the fight that him and Bucky staged.

“What about the hole in the wall?” you asked Bucky.

“Wait, what hole??” Tony asked, giving Bucky and Sam a wide stare.

“Oh, uh yeah about that” Bucky explained, “I might’ve gotten a bit carried away.”

“A bit? We almost crashed into a damn tree because you couldn’t grab both my legs!” Sam exclaimed, bursting into laughter.

Everyone began laughing once more, bringing up their favourite moments of the prank. As the laughter died down, the music began to roam the air. A slow song started playing, something from maybe the 40′s or 50′s? You already knew that Steve was the one who chose the playlist.

“Would you like to accompany with this dance, Wanda?” Vision asked softly.

Wanda blushed lightly, before getting up and moving to the open space.

Clint looked at Natasha, nodding once to the side. Nat smiled, and they both followed Vision and Wanda. You watched as they became tied into one another, slowly moving to the rhythm of the song.

“Care to dance, love?”

You looked up to meet Bucky’s hand placed out in front of you. He was smiling softly, not breaking eye contact. You raised your eyebrow, giving him a smirk.

“You at least owe me, for kissing Sam” he replied, gently chuckling.

“Technically, that was on you Barnes” you said, taking his hand.

As you made your way to the open space, Bucky gently placed his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Slowly dancing to the song, you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Hey, Buck?” you asked. Your head was laying along his chest, acknowledging his steady heartbeat.


“Did you really have a crush on me, or was that a part of the prank?”

He stopped dancing, and placed his metallic hand under your chin, lifting you up to face him.

“Actually, I do” he quietly admitted, “I have, for quite a while now.”

“Then why the pranks?” you questioned.

“I guess you just brought the kid out of me. After all those years I spent trapped, I lost who I was. I forgot the little details about myself, but being around you, reminds me of the good times I’ve had. Don’t get me wrong, being around Steve is great too but I-”

You couldn’t help yourself; you placed your hand behind Bucky’s head and pull him in close and gently kissed him. It was a soft, simple kiss.

“Truce?” you smiled.

Bucky pulled you back in, placing his lips along yours once more. His hands moved to the side of your face, his thumb subtly caressing your cheek. You passionately kissed him, your hands intertwining in his hair. He broke the kiss, causing you to miss the warmth of his lips. He laid his forehead against yours, smiling.


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You’re in bed with Harry, lying on your sides to face one another.  Its very late, you’re both sleepy with puffy eyes and raspy voices but you’re so in love and so deep in conversation that you don’t even want to sleep because then you’d have to stop looking at each other. 

His blinks become longer and slower, but his eyelashes continue to flutter open every time.  His voice is deep and quiet and even slower than usual, and you adore it.  Especially because he’s telling you all about his day and about the past few weeks that you haven’t been together because he’s been on set for his movie.  And even though you already know most of the stories he’s telling you, you still love listening to them because you love watching the way his eyes light up and hearing the way he changes his voice to mimic his cast mates. 

When his current story ends, you smile, slowly moving your hand up to stroke at his cheek.  He takes your hand in his own and turns his head to kiss your palm.  Its so soft you could cry.  You absorb the coziness of the silence before speaking.  “You should be really proud of yourself, Harry.”

Even though its dark, you can tell he’s blushing because he makes The Face.  The face he always makes when his cheeks turn the color of an apple. He looks down, as if too embarrassed to meet your gaze and his lips curl up in the softest little smile, revealing that dimple that you love so much.  He shakes his head softly and mutters, “Noooo.”

But you’re persistent. “Yes, Harry.  You should be.  You’re an incredible actor and you’ve worked really hard for this.  You’ve impressed everyone, me included. You deserve to feel proud.”

His eyes lift to meet yours once again, and his bottom lip finds its way between his teeth.  He hesitates before his quiet little voice breaks though the silence.  “Y’think so?”

“Harry, my god, you’re amazing. And the fact that you’re so humble just… blows my mind.  Seriously.  It’s like you don’t even know how incredible you are, when you have EVERY reason to be proud.”

He chews on his bottom lip while his eyes scan your face.  He reaches out then, taking your hips in his hands and coaxing your body to move so its directly on top of his.  You squirm and wiggle a bit until you’re both comfortable, and you tuck your head down under his chin while his fingers absentmindedly find themselves in your hair.  He presses a kiss to the crown of your head before nearly whispering, “I just want to make you proud.”

Its so endearing that your heart nearly skips a beat, and you turn to attach your lips to his bare chest.  “No one is more proud of you than I am.”

“But I’m…” He sighs, trailing off.  He’s quiet for a long while afterwards, and you think he’s fallen asleep when his voice startles you again.  “I don’t know. These people… some of them have worked their whole lives to be here and I’m just… Harry.  From a boyband.  M’nothing special.”

You sit up a bit to find him already looking down at you, and you press a soft little kiss to his chin. “Don’t say that  Are you kidding me?  Look how hard you’ve worked.  Yes, some of these people have worked their whole lives and you?  You’re talented enough that you impressed the directors on your first try.  And that wasn’t because you’re ‘just Harry from a boyband.’ Thats because you’re a talented, incredible, smart actor who also happens to be an amazing singer and songwriter and you’re too humble for your own good.”  You scoot up to press a kiss to his cheek before settling back down on his chest.  “You amaze me, Harry.”

He sighs, and your head on his chest rises and falls with the movement.  You can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I love you, baby.  You’re too good to me.  M’lucky to have you on this ride with me.”

You smile to yourself.  “It’s my pleasure, Harry.  And I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you how beyond incredible you are if thats what you need.”  You kiss his neck softly before letting a soft yawn escape past your lips.

He chuckles quietly.  “Sleepy?”

You nod.  “A bit.”

“Me too.  It’s past my bedtime I think.”  You giggle lightly and he kisses your head once again.  “Goodnight, bug.  Thank you for always being the best.”

You sigh before responding.  “Goodnight Harry.  Thank you for being so perfect.”


FIREWATCH AU  // Summer of 1989. Two people, separated by fifteen miles of canyon and forest and mountain range in the Shoshone National Forest. Connected to civilization by each other and their radios, they are a tiny speck of light on the other’s horizon. The nearest town is a two-day hike away.

“Hello, Two Forks Tower! Two Forks Tower this is Thorofare Tower, come in. I know you’re there, Ms. Strong, your lights are on. Pick up your radio.”

She is Anna Strong, an undoubted mess of a woman desperately trying to escape her mistakes. Her marriage has just imploded, her beloved bar Town Crier was sold in the divorce settlement, the man she destroyed her marriage has gone back to his wife and son – and the whole town of Setauket knows exactly what she’s done. He is Dr. Edmund Hewlett, a professor of natural sciences and astronomy at Columbia who has spent the past ten summers away from the light pollution in the city living the reclusive life as a fire watch lookout – and the supervisor of all other lookouts in the area.

The days are bright and sweltering in District 5 of the Shoshone, the nights illuminated by an endless sea of stars. Anna learns the trails and rock formations with a tinny British voice at her hip. She considers thumbing off the power switch on her walkie, but Hewlett’s knowledge is indispensable even if it comes in rambling form. He looks out for her the best he is able from the mountaintop, warning her of the presence of oncoming storms, belligerent hiking groups, and the movements of Forest Ranger Simcoe.

It’s easy to wear your heart on your sleeve when you’re not looking the other person in the eye. (And easy to talk to a pretty girl when all you can see of her is a blurry smudge of tan skin and the faint outline of cut off shorts and plaid flannel.) They find themselves telling each other things they never imagined speaking out loud. Wrapped in a blanket one cool night, Anna leans over the radio after half a fifth of whisky whispering about her father’s murder three days after receiving her degree in accounting and finance, the boyfriend who left her a few weeks after, and the impulsive decision to use her inheritance to buy a rundown tavern. Hewlett talks about his wasted youth spent making no mistakes and doing nothing of note unless it was in pursuit of his phD, the slow financial ruin of his family, his painful loneliness in cutthroat academia, and the so-called accident three summers ago that resulted in the loss of half the toes on his left foot. Then there are the other kinds of nights when they’ve both had so much to drink to beat the heat that they’re too dizzy to sit up, talking about nothing and everything and the stars until they drift off to sleep.

But the real world is out there, and waiting. And like with forest fires, you can only ever hope to contain the damage.

“Hey, British? You know the accent’s pretty sexy. For what it’s worth.”
“I’m afraid you’d find me rather disappointing, Anna dear.”
“I will hike myself all the way up your fucking mountain and make you say that to my face.” 

I Love You

There’s a lot of hate in the world right now. There always has been, but it seems to be running rampant right now, and I can’t tell if that’s because more people are paying attention to the news and more things are being reported or if it’s just a really terrible time for a lot of people right now. But either way, there are a lot of people that have to live with and are affected by this hate, and to you I want to say that I’m sorry and I love you.

Sorry’s don’t help, I know. “Keeping you in my thoughts” won’t help you deal with the loss of a loved one or the fear of being targeted because of your appearance. I’m not the easiest person to talk to, and I doubt there’s anything I’d be able to say to make you feel better if you did try to talk to me, but I’m here for you if you need me.

You’re strong. You’re beautiful/handsome/amazing. You matter. You can’t stop terrible people from doing terrible things, you may fear for your life based on decisions your government makes, and you may even have to fear celebrating with friends/family/your country because one person could decide to ruin it. But you can’t let that fear control you; you deserve all the happiness in the world and you shouldn’t let anyone keep you from achieving that. But please, stay safe, protect the people you love, and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of the things you deserve, whether that be happiness, compassion, love, or respect.

I love you all~


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You are not my forever
  • <p><b></b> It's been months. Months since we held each other. Months since we last made love. Months since I got to hear you mean it when you told me you love me.<p/><b></b> I remember the day we broke up and how broken I felt before it even happened because I knew we were done. You were so cold and a meter between us felt like an ocean away.<p/><b></b> We said a lot of the things to each other. Stuff we didn't mean and some we did. We argued and we were honestly liars. I know a part of you didn't want to let me go. That's what made it so hard for me. But I've had to let go. You know me better than most and I know you better than anyone. Ironically for the last 6 months of our relationship, I trusted you more than I ever did in the last 6 years. But a part of me was waiting for this. I knew we weren't going to make it to New Zealand. I knew I wouldn't hear you propose. I'd been waiting for this storyline to have a twist at the end.<p/><b></b> You know that all I've been doing is rebuilding my life constantly for the last two years. And I waited for you, again. I'd hoped some part of you would realize we have more together than you and her ever will. But I don't even know if that's true. Maybe your two selfish souls are meant to be. But I don't think cheating on her with me was the smartest thing. And maybe in time, when shit hits the fan, you'll realise I was the only one to love you beyond measure. But it'll be too late. The thing with rebuilding is that I can't accept the past foundations that allowed me to crumble before. So as much as I love you. This is me letting go. It's me giving up on every memory we had together. No more rainy winter Sundays spent in bed watching movies. No more drunk, high or even just raw sex. No more looking each other in the eyes and feeling the love or passion that made us burn for one another. No more rides. No more late night talks. No more home cooked dinners together. No more shows or concerts. No more fingers intertwined as we sleep. No more messages of appreciation. No more little ways to surprise you. There'll be no more love between us because those memories are burnt out.
  • We could've made it work. We could of been even more amazing together. But I always knew you weren't the one for me.
  • A person who tries to destroy me as much as you have isn't my forever. I just hope you understand that the shitty things I was going through at the end didn't make me a shitty person. You had more fun with me than you care to think about because then you'll realise, you shat on everything you had with the only woman who ever gave a damn about you more than herself.<p/></p>
It's not a "goodbye", but a "see you later"

so i was looking through a magazine and i saw my horoscope..i dont believe in horoscopes but this one made me think a lot.. a couple people have been telling me to just forget about him…so maybe it is time i let go and move least for now. Even tho i really wanna talk to you and get things straight, i think ill just let it go and forget about it for a while and wait for the right time for us to talk. I dont know why youve been ignoring me..maybe its cuz its easier for you to move on if you dont talk to me..i don’t know but it hurts like crazy when i dont know the real reason why youve been ignoring me. Im not expecting for us to talk anytime soon…but for some reason i really wanna tell you that you were the first guy I had legit feelings for. No matter how hard I try to completely get over you, I will still have feelings for you. i know i told you a couple times that whatever happens i’ll be waiting for you, and imma keep my word. But for right now, imma let go and move on.. but you will always be in my heart and I’ll always care about you. I know we’re gonna go our separate ways, so i just wanna let you know that im here for you whenever you need me. i know its gonna be hard seeing you everyday at school and stuff, but i know ill get through this. i guess ill see you later..

On the topic of life updates.

On top of the ever growing pile of issues we’ve been dealing with (Overdue commissions[my fault], moving into a shithole, financial instability, family issues, etc.) I’m also dealing with some new, unexplained health hiccups that I’ll be seeing a doctor about near the middle of August. I’ve been living with some persistent, and many times, intense chest pains, in addition to moderately severe pains in my arms, legs, shoulders and back. It’s all very random, and never happens all at once, but it’s lasted a couple of months now, and makes it pretty hard to get out of the bed somedays(which is yet ANOTHER reason why productivity has been so slow).

This isn’t extremely important, but just since I’m laying all my cards on the table for you guys right now, I think it’s fair to let you know why I’m very hit or miss on my blogs these days. There’s a LOT going on, and we’re doing our best. Fingers crossed, it’s nothing serious, and just pain from stress or something, idk. Lol.