A/N: Oh my god you guys!! I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is. I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys. Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!! I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part. It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you. Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points. I love you guys so so much!! Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it. I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!. Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!! Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline. Link is below. Enjoy everyone!!
Waking up the next morning was hard. Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when
you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that
Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night. Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of
paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before. It was then that the events of the previous
night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity,
to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.
You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face,
fatigue taking over. More than anything,
you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your
thoughts, but you knew you had to get up.
Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were
never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right
choice. There was no way a relationship
with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they
were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall
Try to make me look bad? Hope you didn't enjoy your job.
Very long story. TL:DR at the end.
September 6th, 2017 will be an ordinary day for most people, but that day, today, marks the end of my quest to right a grievous wrong committed against me by a co-worker who was worried that I might usurp his easy job in the company.
Let me take you back roughly five years. The engineer of our company called me into the office. I had spoken to him before, primarily whenever we needed a tolerance adjusted for an order that began production over or under a limit, in order to avoid completely throwing away anything that we had already spent time and money producing. I figured that $engineer simply had a question about one of the machines, or about an order that had been ran the night before, but instead he had a proposition. I was to be offered a spot in our in-house testing lab, and to start training the next week. Obviously interested, I took the offer on the spot, and that Monday I began coming in earlier in order to do training with our only lab technician at the time.
↠ a/n: this was so random lmao. sorry guys, im just trying to get creative juices flowing in me rn, so this is utter crap.
“Have you ever been in love, Guk?”
Jeongguk stares at you through his long lashes, eyes meeting yours in a confused daze. His long, calloused fingers halt in their movements, the soothing comfort on your skin dispersing within seconds of her question— and you can’t help but miss the warmth of his thumb running soothing circles against your soft flesh.
A comforting motion that meant so much more to the both of you, and yet the both of you are too oblivious to see the obvious.
You ask him a question with curiousity thick in your tone, unaware of the surprise in his eyes when they meet yours. Although Jeongguk can’t decide whether it is your ethereal beauty or your sweet, sweet voice that he has fallen a prey to (has ever since the day he met you), that has him still as he can ever be.
Rather than answering the question that has been on your mind for days, he takes you in for the nth time that night, his heart skipping a beat when he meets your eyes that are full of an ocean he would gladly drown in.
Always have been. Always will be.
To Jeongguk, you will always be the brightest star; the prettiest flower; the rarest ruby of them all. He can’t care any less about the rest of the fish that swim in the sea. Not when you’re the only one on his mind every second of every day.
It would be an understatement to say he was whooped for you ass.
“What?” He finally says when he realizes he’s been quiet for quite too long. It earns a disgruntled scoff from you, a scowl on your lips.
The distaste that paints your face only makes him wish he had been paying attention to what you had said moments ago, but how can he when you effortlessly get him worked up over everything.
It drove him insane.
And despite the slight frown on your lips, you repeat yourself, whispering out the words that have been on your mind for a long time, “Have you—no, are you in love?”
As he stares at you, watching as the warmth rushes to your face, painting your cheeks pink and as you bite down on the soft, rosy flesh of your lips, getting shy over a question that he has asked himself several times in the last month, he finally gives you an answer—
“Yes.” He pauses as he watches your lips morph into a frown, your fingers loosening against his, horror flashing in your eyes at his words. But he is quick to act, squeezing down on your twined hands in a drunken bliss. “I’m in love with you.”
He would be slightly taken aback at your sudden movement from your previous position on the couch next to him to straddling his lap laying your head on his chest, but not at all objecting to it. If your intention was to get a reaction out of him or not it surely caused one. A gasp left your lips as you felt Namjoon’s hands suddenly slide down your back to grope your ass, looking up at him you saw a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, thoughts about where this could lead clearly running through his mind. You smiled at him going along with his actions as you leaned up to meet his lips planting a soft kiss as your hand slowly made there way up to his neck. Your somewhat innocent make out session on the couch somehow lead to you both in his bedroom on the bed with his hands wondering up your shirt and your hands hopelessly tangled in his hair.
“How did we get in here?”
Jin was busy on his phone looking at God knows what, his eyes glued to the bright screen as you were irritably loosing patience for him to give you even a sliver of his attention. Not being able to resist your boyfriend anymore you without any hesitation climbed onto his lap straddling his hips with your legs. Knowing that this would definitely get his attention you continued by wrapping your arms around with neck nuzzling your face in the side of his neck, his eyes finally detaching from looking at his phone to curiously look at you wondering what was the reason behind your actions, as you started to place soft kisses along his jaw he instantly knew why you placed yourself in his lap, he knew you wanted him to give you his attention. Realizing that he was ignoring you for the past couple of hours he pulled you back detaching your lips from his face only to replace it with his plump lips, he kissed you with so much passion you had to take a minute to adjust your breathing when he pulled away.
“Does my princess want my attention”
It was pass midnight now approaching 2 in the morning and Yoongi was still seated in front of his desk typing away on his laptop like he was for the past 8 hours. You wondered sometimes how he could go hours on end sitting in the same spot only getting up to use the bathroom or to get something out of the fridge. He told you he was coming to bed over 3 hours ago and you were still waiting up for him just to make sure that he does eventually come to bed instead of staying up all night like he had done consecutive days before. Sighing impatiently you got up from your space in bed making your way into his home studio to find him in the exact same spot you had left him, bags growing under his now red eyes. Knowing exactly what would take his mind off his work you approached him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shoulder but he retorted saying you were going to distract him and that’s exactly what you wanted, so you continued with your actions and walked around this time stepping in front of him blocking him front getting to his laptop and straddled his lap. He wined frustrated that you interpreted him but soon gave in when you attached your lips to his, placing his hands on your hips kissing you back he completely forgot about what he was doing on the laptop and gave you his full attention. Not wanting to break your heated kiss he stood up with your legs wrapped around his waist and carried you back to the bedroom and gently placed you on the bed, all the while still keeping your lips connected. When you two finally broke apart he engulfed you in his arms, your head laid on his chest as you both drifted off into a must needed sleep.
“Good night babe”
Hoseok had just walked through the door extremely exhausted from the long day he had at practice, from helping choreograph dances for their comeback stages to helping the other members get their moves right. All he wanted was to take a shower and cuddle with his girlfriend until he fell asleep. But when you saw your boyfriend stretched out across the couch covered in a thin layer of sweat his chest slightly heaving from his long day you couldn’t resist how hot he looked. Being wary of the fact that he was tired you gently climbed on top of him, wrapped your arms around his torso with each of your legs on each side of his. He smiled loving your embraced and returned the gesture wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him and moved up his chest to reach his face to attached your lips to his. He immediately reacted kissing you back leaning up into the kiss savouring your lips, this was exactly what he needed to relieve his stress. He absolutely adored you for your sweet gestures when he was stressed or when when he just wanted to unravel from a long day at work. Not caring he had just came from practice and was covered in sweat you deepened the kiss enjoying this moment but to your dismay he reluctantly pulled away your lips no longer on his as you gave him a curious look.
cas is horrible to share a bed with, and dean knows from first-hand experience
and it’s not even a simple issue like snoring, which dean could deal with because he’s shared a room with sammy tons of times throughout the years and sammy snores like a chainsaw
no, instead, cas is always doing shit like:
wedging his ice-cold toes between dean’s thighs in the middle of the night, even though dean repeatedly tells him to just wear socks to bed
eating in bed, and not a bowl of cereal either, but dry stuff like crackers and toast and those horrible nature’s valley oat bars that get scratchy crumbs everywhere in the sheets
flat-out refusing to get out of bed unless: (a) it’s after 11 a.m., (b) there’s already coffee ready and waiting for him, and if neither of those things are true, he’s not shy about telling dean to fuck off in a sleepy, muffled, yet dangerous, tone
insisting on showering at night before bed instead of in the morning like a normal person, so he always comes to bed with wet hair and gets the pillows all gross and damp
hogging said pillows, because there’s plenty to spare when they go to sleep but by the time they wake up, cas has two under his head, one stuffed behind his back, one wedged between his knees, one tucked against his chest, and dean has a crick in his neck from his head laying flat on the mattress all night
rolling over in the mornings to snuggle closer and always managing to jab an elbow or a knee right into dean’s half-full bladder
always leaning in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned
and dean would go fucking crazy, except for the fact that cas also:
looks so serious sometimes when he’s dreaming, eyebrows pinched together, until dean smoothes away the grumpy line with his fingers and cas’ face slowly relaxes
uses some kind of organic oatmeal and honey shampoo, and dean’s so conditioned to the smell that it’s impossible for him to fall asleep if he goes to bed first, tossing and turning impatiently until cas finally climbs under the covers and wriggles close
sighs sometimes in his sleep when dean wraps his arms around him, but not a heavy sigh, just a content, almost relieved-sounding sigh, a faint huff of breath that puffs against dean’s face
runs his fingers through dean’s hair when dean’s feeling restless, massaging his scalp deliciously until dean can barely keep his eyes open
hums quietly to himself, and maybe cas can’t carry a tune in a bucket and none of it ever sounds like a song dean can recognize, but the low, steady vibrations in cas’ chest are soothing in a weird way
stretches in the mornings, one leg kicking out from under the sheets, arms extending above his head, back arching languidly, all of his muscles taut beneath his skin
always leans in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned
During High school I was one of those students who never really had to work for my marks, I had the uncanny ability to leave my assignment till the night before and still manage full marks that is ..till I got to university, my first year was a disaster I was barely passing my units I was stressed and depressed, what got me through high school was clearly not working in university. So to stop my second year in university from being a disaster as well and to save my gpa I decided to learn how to study from scratch! spoiler: It worked and my marks have tripled since I adopted these habits. So here are the things I started doing!
- I invested in school supplies that I NEEDED and not just for aesthetic, example I bought tons and tons of basic cheap notebooks because I knew I was going to do a lot of writing and things like flashcards. My rule of thumb was if its functional its perfect.
- I attended every lecture and every class no matter what the time was! This is essential as it saves time later when you are rushing around trying to catch up.
- I tried to stay up to date no matter what! Before I would let lecture after lecture pile up but ever since doing this, my study life has been much easier to cope with.
- UNDERSTANDING EVERYTHING YOU LEARN FROM THAT WEEK, I cannot stress how much this has helped me. If I am learning about a topic in week 5, I have to understand it fully in week 5, not when I am in finals week and stressing out. I use resources such as textbooks and the internet to help me understand or I will ask my teacher. The important thing is I understand it fully.
- Be organised! Know when you have an assignment due, there are so many ways to do this. Handheld planner, wall planner, phone reminders, there is apps such as my study life. Anything that will remind you to get started on the thing before it is too late.
- Review your notes weekly or fortnightly!!! Memory works by relearning, instead of cramming the night before exams, review weeks before.
- Break down your essays weeks before its due, you don’t have to start writing them right away but at least start thinking about them.
- Utilise any free time, for example instead of listening to music on my 45 min bus ride to uni I started listening to a psych podcast or doing my readings for that day.
- Have mental health days, I found out how difficult it is to study and how necessary it is to take breaks. Studying is stressful, have days/half days where you relax and look after yourself.
-Cut down on caffeine, I was a serial coffee addict, Im talking 4 shots a cup three times a day. Cutting down reduced my anxiety and got me sleeping more, which improved my mood and energy.
- Have a study buddy/group, find someone who is serious about their study and have study sessions with them, you get to study and have a social life.
- Find a study schedule that suits you, don’t feel pressure to get up at 5 am if you find it easier to study at 6pm.
- Have a study place, that you know you will study in! It can be your local library, your desk, your bed. Anything that you find will work for you!
Ray Palmer (DC), Harrison Wells (DC), Cisco Ramon (DC), Erik Lehnsherr (Marvel), Logan Howlett (Marvel), Steve Rogers (Marvel), Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Sam Winchester (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural)
It was probably fairly
normal for Bruce’s fifteen-year-old son to be up at all hours.
When he started to feel like a bad parent, he tried to
remind himself that most teenagers had sleep schedules that were totally up in
the air. It made Bruce feel a little better in the face of Alfred’s pointed
glances and sharp tone about how Master
Dick had insisted on a caffeinated beverage tonight, sir, shall I serve it as
you like it?
Those lectures had become less pointed as of late, and Bruce
had allowed the warnings to sink to the back of his mind.
Besides—Dick didn’t seem to be crumbling under the pressure.
And yet, some nights he remembered Alfred’s warnings better than others.
Generally only when they became a problem—like watching Dick’s head bob up and
down when he was trying to stay awake at the breakfast table, or when he came down
to the cave at ten at night looking like he’d just woken up half a minute ago.
Or nights like tonight, when Dick had seemed distracted and
slow on patrol. At the time, he’d put it out of his head and delegated his
partner to smaller tasks—ones that carried less risk if he had slower reflexes
While he hadn’t considered it in enough depth to truly have
thought about it, he knew that if he had, he would have simply ignored the
information, or figured out the reason why and discarded it from there. After
all, Dick had pulled two full all-nighters this week, and had had two very late
nights between them.
And yet, despite the likelihood of teenagers and late nights
being normal, Bruce found himself focusing on that last bit of information.
can you write fluffy headcanons for daring bucky? maybe hes clingy & you two cuddle all the time or smth it’s just that i’m kinda in a bad place right now and you’re such an amazing author
Hi sweet anon, thank you for your request ♥ Whatever demons are attacking you - we can ward them off with some Bucky fluff. It’s gonna be ok.
I got kinda carried away, I hope you still like it ♥
you like Bucky from the moment you first see him when you join
he looks at you with those bright blue eyes and lips slightly parted and he blushes and you think that maybe he likes you too?
but he never says anything and just hangs out with you like everyone else does
but you want him so much and you create all these scenarios in your head when he asks you out, or kisses you, or touches you, or you’re stuck in an elevator together…
but he never does anything and you start to lose hope
so you kinda drift away from him a bit and it’s breaking your heart
and then one day Steve comes up to you
“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you?”
“Sure Steve, what’s up?”
Um, it’s Bucky. Can you throw him a bone? The fellow is really pining after you.”
And you lose the ability to talk, speak and move for a bit.
“Y/N?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, I’m here. Pining for me?”
“Yeah. Well, I shouldn’t really be telling you this, he’d kill me if he knew… But I can’t see him like this. You were so friendly to him since you joined, and he thought that he had a chance, but then you became cold. And he’s really suffering.”
And you just storm away to find Bucky
and Steve is just standing there smiling, proud of himself - he saw you blush and hoped it would work out
You find Bucky in his room
He’s sitting on the bed reading, and you come in without knocking so he’s a bit startled.
“Y/N? Is something wrong?” he gets up and walks towards you, a worried look on his face
You’re out of breath
You take him in, in his lazy sweatpants and a white t-shirt
And you jump on him, hugging him so so tight
He breathes out your names, immediately wrapping his arms around you, hiding his face in your neck
He smells your hair and his head spins from the scent of coconut on your skin
You kiss his neck and he looks at you, and his blue eyes make your heart scream
“Bucky, I wanna be with you.” You blurt out, forgetting any possible consequence
“Y/N…” He whispers, his eyes wild, a light blush on his face.
He kisses you, and says, pulling away just long enough to say it “I want to be with you so much.”
Another long, breath-taking kiss.
“I will never let you go.” He whispers.
You stay in his room all day and he literally doesn’t let you away from him
He constantly hugs you, kisses you softly everywhere, caresses your naked shoulders.
He pulls you into him and tells you happy he is.
And you ask him why he never asked you out
And he gets really shy and says he was scared that you’d reject him, and then he;d lose you altogether. And that way even though he suffered and longed for you, he could still have you as a friend.
And you kinda wanna cry
But instead, you just put your face in the crook of his neck and kiss hims and tangle your hands in his hair
and you’re so happy
and you don’t announce that you’re dating, but everyone sees it anyway and they don’t ask anything, knowing how you both pined for each other but were too shy to ask the other one out
and you’re always together, he holds your hand when you’re watching a movie, he holds your hand when you’re ut, he touches your hair or shoulders.
And every day first thing in the morning when he sees you in the kitchen he kisses you and nuzzles your neck
and you really wanna sleep with him and just sleep in his bedroom with him, but you’re shy and even though you’re not exactly taking things slow - you can’t just plop on his bed and stay there for the night
but you really miss him at night, and you dream of his it would feel to cuddle with him
and so one night you can’t sleep, and you hear this soft knock on your door you ask who is it and he pokes his head in
“May I come in, doll?”
And you jump from the bed and pull him under the covers
“Are you ok?” You ask him
“Yeah… I just… kinda got very lonely…” He intertwines his fingers with yours, stroking your hair with his other hand, “I miss you so much during the night.”
And you feel your heart stutter and your breath comes out in this weird-half-sigh half-laugh sound and he looks at you a bit scared and you just press your lips to his
He looks at you and his eyes are dark
He licks his lips
“I love you, Y/N.”
And you snuggle into him, and he takes your shirt off and his shirt off and you cuddle all night half naked
And you fall asleep so happy
And in the morning you wake up and he’s not there
So you get up and look for him, and nobody is there, and Friday tells you Bucky and Steve and Nat left on some mission somewhere and the others went shopping and stuff
So you wait for him to come back and wonder why he didn’t tell you he had a mission
And you wait and you wait
And it’s a whole day
And you can’t sleep without him. It’s been one night - and you’re addicted to sleeping with him.
And then it’s two days and they’re not back.
And you can’t eat
You fall asleep barely, but you crave him
The others are trying to relax you, telling you it’s fine, they’ll be back soon, it’s probably just a standard mission
but it’s been three days
and you start to cry
and you can’t reach Bucky or Steve or Nat
So Tony and Sam go to find them
And it’s been almost a week
And it’s all you can do not to die of a broken heart
you think about him all the time
you sleep in his bedroom instead of yours and hope every night before your whole one shaky hour of sleep that you’ll wake up to a soft”hey, little one” and he’ll tell you it was this stupid thing and he’s all right and he loves you
and when it’s been nine days
they finally come back
They’re all right, but it’s been a very hard mission, something went wrong
Tony is all angry
he waves his arms around yells something
Steve is concerned, Nat is exhausted and pissed off
Sam is just silent
but you and Bucky just look at each other
and you feel tears streaming down your face
his bottom lip is split
you stand there for what feels like three years
and then you both launch at each other and hold each other so tight
and he takes you in his arms and takes you to his room
and he takes his combat clothes off and you wash him in the shower
and he’s so tired
he holds you the whole time, even in the shower
he just clings to you, but hardly looks you in the eye
when you’re finally under the blankets together, he just wraps himself around you and his breath is so shaky
and he kisses your neck, shoulders, face, and holds you, touches you everywhere
and he kisses your lips so urgently
and you want him
but you say “Bucky, your lip…”
“I don’t care.”
“Bucky…” You moan out as he slides his hands down your body, pressed flush against you, naked and soft
“I missed you so much… I had to come back to you… I will never leave you again, Y/N… I will always be here for you…”
You keep cuddling and kissing, but he’s too exhausted to do anything else
So you let him sleep
He passes out, holding you tight to his chest, your head tucked under his chin
and for the first time in nine days, you fall asleep feeling safe and loved
and you know that you will never be apart from him again
Summary: When Lauren,
assistant to Tony Stark and the golden darling, southern belle of team Avenger,
is called home by her overbearing mother, demanding she take back up with the
man who walked out on her and broke her heart, Loki, the once dark God of Mischief,
goes with her as her pretend beau. But is it all pretend on Loki’s part? Or is there more to the God of Mischief’s
involvement than simply helping Lauren out.
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson
x OFC |
Word Count: 6937
At just shy of five
in the morning, the sun was beginning to colour the horizon in brilliant pinks
and oranges. Though it was crisp - fresh really - the air smelled clean from
the washing of rain the night before instead of the usual smog and grime. There
was nothing like the view of New York from Tony’s Iron Man landing pad. The
city stretched out, the lights glowed like stars, and it appeared as if one
floated above the world.
It had become
Lauren’s preferred place to practice yoga.
It wasn’t the safest
location, what with it being a few hundred feet in the air and not really that
big around, but it fit her mat. It also gave her such a sense of clarity, of
being completely present in the moment; her awareness of the world so
heightened she felt like one with the universe. Lauren had found it impossible
to resist the temptation.
Besides, Tony knew
she used it. F.R.I.D.A.Y was nothing if not efficient, and had informed her
boss thusly after Lauren’s first tentative foray into the wild blue yonder.