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
Sherlock has his head hung in shame. “On the wall.” He mumbles.
“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” John folds his arms.
“On the wall.” Sherlock says louder, then cuts his eyes to the ginger haired puppy who is sitting and panting happily as if nothing is wrong. He gives the pup an accusing glare. “In my defense, it was all going well before-”
“The paint was supposed to go on the wall, and now it’s all over the both of you.” John too cuts his eyes to the pup, whose ginger coat is mottled with white paint. “I have to give both of you baths now, I suppose.” John sighs, then notices Sherlock’s smirk. “A clinical bath, you clot.”
Sherlock stops smirking and puts down the paint roller in the pan. “As if you’ll be able to resist me once I’m undressed.” He begins undoing the buttons on his shirt as he leaves the room. “I’ll give you five minutes before you-”
“Don’t forget you’re in trouble!” John warns.
“Hm, even more a reason to indulge.”
John watches Sherlock leave, then picks up the pup, holding it out far in front of him to avoid getting paint on himself as well. “Never a dull day, is there?” The puppy licks John’s wrist. “I’m glad you agree.”
i’m so confused on like. Lawrence. every character in the games had some motive or reason for capturing you and they kinda express it in their routes but what’s Lawrence?? what does he want?? here drink these drugs and bleed in this bucket
Warning: SMUT, Dom/Sub Relationship, Language, Minor Angst, Polyamory,
A/N: I’m pretty confident that this is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. I apologize for nothing. Happy Birthday Melissa and I sincerely hope you enjoy this. All errors are my own, gifs/pics found on google, and as always feedback is very much appreciated.
Summary: Dean and Sam realized a long time ago they were in love with their shy hunting partner, but never thought they’d ever had a chance. Needless to say, a random accident leads the boys to a shocking truth about her and hopes that just maybe they’ll stand a chance with her after all.
Sam wondered down the hallway to your room looking for your laptop. He was in desperate need of a new one but since you were away on one of your weekend excursions he figured he could easily grab yours to finish the research he had been working on. He grabbed it heading back to the library as Dean brought out the lunch he’d been making for them.
“Isn’t that Y/N’s laptop?” Dean asked as he took a bite out of his burger. “Sure she’d be okay with that?”
“Yeah she’s let me use it before and I’m nearly finished.”
“Awesome. Have you heard from her?”
“Not since we talked to her last night,” Sam offered. “You know she’ll be back tomorrow with some weird story and ply you with pie and that’ll be it. Stop worrying.”
“I can’t help it, Sammy. You know how she is. I mean to be a hunter she’s the shyest person I know. I worry,” Dean shrugs as Sam smiles at his brother.
“I know what you mean Dean, but she lives with two guys she’s probably just visiting friends or something. Hell maybe she has a significant other I mean we’ve never seen her hook up with anyone before,” Sam trailed off when he thought about Y/N with someone and he could see that Dean agreed. Dean and Sam had several conversations once they realized they both had feelings for you. Although they ultimately decided that neither would pursue you unless you showed an interest, they knew you probably never would. Dean admired how strong you were despite your timid nature and Sam had this desire to protect you from the world.
You’re aren’t the first thing I think about in the morning or the last thing before I go to bed at night.
But you’re definitely someone intruding my thoughts everyday.
It’s not constant, it’s just regular; it’s irritating.
I don’t feel the pain anymore, I just remember it and that’s somehow worse
If the only person who sees your progress is you, then thats just as valid as anyone else noticing it.
You’re a person and if you’re fighting every day against something like art block, depression or anything else, and no one notices but you? Good job!! You’re doing great and should feel proud of yourself, because you are the one whose fighting this, and everyone goes at a different pace.
Things will ease soon, and your progress will be out on display in time, keep going!