#did i awkwardly turn a full stop into a dash to make this seven sentences exactly? yes. yes i did.

[lgwilt]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @insert-witty-user-name-here, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @blackbirdofasgard!

A few sentences from my angsty time slipping wip (which is slowly merging with another wip to become an uncontrollable all-consuming entity).

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Loki clenched his jaw as the aftershocks reverberated through his body, every nerve ending alight with pain. He’d been yanked from outside R&A and pushed back again so fast his head was spinning, the corridor a bewildering blur of subterranean blues and bilious greens. 

“You’re ok, Loki—just relax, take a breath. It’s gonna be ok…” 

Loki wanted to ask how he could possibly be expected to “relax” when he might start time slipping again at literally any moment (a deceptively innocuous way to describe the experience of being violently pulled in a million different directions at once, stretched and scattered and compressed again, ripped from reality atom-by-atom and reconstituted in the blink of an eye), but right now he didn’t trust himself to speak, let alone form coherent sentences.

“C’mon,” Mobius murmured, taking hold of his arm and gently but firmly steering him down the snaking corridor. “There’s a spare office down here somewhere, just a few more steps…”

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Tagging @mirilyawrites @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five and very open invitation anyone else who sees this, for this week or next - I love reading these tantalising snippets 💚

[loserholland]

𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

004 ➺ Family drama

Pairing ➺ Assistant!Tom Holland x Ceo!Reader

Warning ➺  A bit of angst

Word Count ➺  2,021

Summary ➺ When an Tom moves to New York to pursue his dream of acting career, but to pay the bills he finds himself working for a billionairess.

A/N ➺ Add yourself to the taglist! or just message me!// also if I had a 1.4k celebration would you guys participate? Also I’m so sorry for the lack of updates I’ve been so busy with school and stuco I never have time to get some writing in and when I do have time I have a writers block ARGH! So if I don’t update for a while it’s because of my busy schedule so please bear with me guys! Mucho love <3

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☞  Masterlist  ☜

 Camera’s flashed from every direction shouting for (Y/N) to look here and there, so this is what it would feel like if he was ever at a movie premiere huh? The paparazzi shouted from every direction “Who’s your date (Y/N)?” “Who’s the guy?” “(Y/N) look here!

 (Y/N) glanced at Tom ushering him to stand next to her as he slowly walked over wrapping his left hand around her waist while the other was shoved in his front pocket. He kept a poker face, while (Y/N) gave a them small smile looking in every direction of the flashing lights, “Ms.(Y/L/N), it’s time to head in.” Josh her security said holding the doors to the venue for her and Tom.

 “(Y/N)! Before you go! Who are you wearing and who’s the handsome?” one of the reporters asked pointing her mic towards her direction as (Y/N) leaned forward to answer her question wearing a warm smile. “It’s Versace & this handsome is Thomas Holland.” (Y/N) turned on her heels taking Tom’s hand in hers as they entered the venue.

 He stood out like a sore thumb, they both did. Standing in a room full of high nosed rich folks who only cared about money and cared less about other things life had to offer.  Everyone’s gaze was fixed on them, shared glares and whispered filled the room at the two who were dressed in crimson red.

As for the rest of the party was dressed in white, something Alexander left off on specifically (Y/N) invitation. Tom’s palms began to feel clammy earning a small squeeze with (Y/N) hand that was entwined with his.

“Keep your head up high, don’t worry.” (Y/N) whispered in a nonchalant tone caring any less of what her other relatives and family friends had to say about their outfit. Though she came off calm and collected, deep down she felt nervous and unsettled knowing she was about to see her brother whom she hasn’t heard from in five years. She held onto her clutch and small box that held the gift she’d give to her brother, a brand new set of keys to a white Rolls-Royce Phantom VIII.

Her heart beat began to increase slowly approaching her brother, his back was faced her breath hitched in her throat lifting her hand to tap his shoulder. Alex turned around the smile he wore slowly fading coming in eye contact with he was most excited to see yet fucked over.

“Happy birthday Alexander.” (Y/N) whispered handing over the small red box to her brother who’s gaze was fixed on Tom, eyeing him from head to toe before fixing his attention back to (Y/N).

 “Thank you for coming (Y/N/N), and thank you for this.” Alex said nonchalantly taking the red box into his hand glancing back at Tom sticking his free hand out for Tom to shake. 

 “Alexander Andrews.” Tom took his hand into his giving it a light shake “Tom Holland.” Tom’s accent caused Alex to raise a brow at (Y/N) “Oh? English, hm interesting doing business with (Y/N)?” that was (Y/N) queue to send Tom off to the bar fetch them a drink.

 (Y/N) grabbed his forearm giving it a small squeeze “Tom could you um.. get us some drinks from the bar? I’ll have whatever you have.” (Y/N) whispered sweetly earning a small smile from Tom leaving (Y/N) to speak with Alex.

 “It’s none of your business, you shouldn’t be questioning my date.” (Y/N) whispered angrily crossing her arms over her chest as anger began to radiate through her body. It’s been five years and instead of asking ‘How’ve you been?’ his first question is ‘Are you doing business with (Y/N)?’.

 Andrew mimicked her actions crossing his arms over his chest glaring at his sister “Hm, well what should I ask you then? Oh! How could you betray the family business and create your own business?!?” his words dripped with venom his hazelnut eyes piercing into (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“I did not betray the family business! I dropped the Andrews name and took mom’s last name, I left the family that could never be there for me!” (Y/N) argued back wanting to slap her brother right then and there.

 Tom watched from the bar and (Y/N) and Alexander went back and forth, “Huh, must be her ex.” he thought sipping on his whiskey as he made his way back to (Y/N). Pushing himself off the barstool to make his way back to (Y/N), he could feel the longing stares women gave him when he passed by tables the way some of the men glared at the young dashing handsome young man.

 Tom stood awkwardly behind (Y/N) tapping on her shoulder lightly as she turned around anger painted her face till she caught sight of Tom her anger slowly fading away. Drawing her out of the conversation she was having with her brother “Thomas! Oh good you got our drinks! Let’s go to our table hm?” (Y/N) grabbed Tom’s wrist tugging at it slightly as they made their way to table seven. 

 “Oh now now (Y/N) don’t leave just yet, join us for a picture!” a voice (Y/N) was all too familiar with, the voice she was dreading to hear the voice of her father Steven. (Y/N) turned around to look at Tom then her father leaning up to whisper into Tom’s ear to tell him to head to the table first which he gladly obliged pressing his lips into a thin line heading to table seven that was near the corner.

Anger radiated through her body as she followed her father and brother into the hallway turning the corner that led into a small room where her mother was waiting. Aria stood up from her seat at the sight of her daughter, well she never really saw her as a daughter at this point if anything she was just the girl that left without a word. It happened so quickly, (Y/N) didn’t see her mom stand from where she was and now here she stands in front of her anger painting her face as her right hand came in contact with (Y/N) left cheek. 

 “You ungrateful child! You don’t speak to your own family for five years and decided to show up when it’s your brother’s birthday?” Aria said in anger as (Y/N) shook off the pain that was radiating through her cheek that was now red. “Nice to see you too mom, and I’ve been great how have you been?” (Y/N) questioned with sarcasm dripping off every word that left her mouth earning a littler snicker from Alexander. 

 Steven shot a glare at his son causing the small laughter to end as he drew his attention back to (Y/N) “Why are you here (Y/N)?” Steven questioned only to earn a small scoff from (Y/N). “Seriously? Alex invited me, I came here out of the goodness of my heart yet I thought you mom and dad would change over the past years I’ve been gone. I also thought you’d stop treating me like some sort of burden yet, you still do. Will you excuse me? My date is waiting for me.” (Y/N) turned on her heels heading out the door to the main hall.

 Tom on the other hand sat uncomfortably as a girl came over to flirt with him not long after she left with Alexander and another older man, “So, how do you know.. (Y/N).” the blonde asked vaguely forcing a smiling as she said (Y/N)’s name. “I-I-um-” “He’s a friend of mines Genevieve, now why don’t you go back to your table you’re making my date uncomfortable.” she watched as her cousin stormed off throwing a mini tantrum as she headed back to her own date. 

 “I’m so sorry about that Tom I swear I’ll explain everything.” (Y/N) apologized placing her hand atop of his giving him a warm smile. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, dinner will be out shortly but before the dishes come out I’d like to invite someone special onto the stage. The birthday boy, well man now Alexander!” the room was filled with claps as Alex made his way to the stage. She knew what was happening, it was something her parents could never stop talking about at dinner when Alex turned twenty-one the company would be in his name. 

 (Y/N) sat upright in her chair as she watched her brother stand beside their parents with a smirk painted on his face, “If only I could strangle your right now.” (Y/N) thought as she shot a glare to her brother. It was a tradition the Andrew family had, when your first born turns twenty-one a huge gala is thrown and during dinner that’s when you sign a stupid contract for the company.

 “Alexander.. he’s my-” “(Y/N)! Why don’t you join us on stage?” Steven announced interrupting (Y/N) mid-sentences watching his daughter head turn to the stage with a blank stare. “I promise I’ll explain everything.” it was the least she could do after dragging him to an event like this and to see the confused daze written on his face when her dad called her onto the stage.

 (Y/N) stood awkwardly on stage next to her brother the way her family members stared at her whispers filling the room about how she started her own successful company. “Now you all remember (Y/N).. our first born..” Steven began walking closer to (Y/N) “Well when she turned eighteen, she ran off to Manhattan and started her own company! Going against the Andrews name!” (Y/N) scoffed listening to the lies that left her father’s mouth. 

 At this point in time she shouldn’t even call him her father, after what they’ve done to her. She reached for the mic prying it out of Steven’s hand “I didn’t run off, I moved out because you and mom were never there for me NEVER! The only person that was there for me was Alexander! When it was my birthday you and mom would go on a ‘last minute’ trip, when I was graduated high school I was valedictorian! You never saw me walk across the stage! You and mom didn’t think I was fit to run a company, yet here I am running my OWN successful company! So if you want me to look like the bad guy go right ahead, I got a lot more to say about the way you and mom treated me.” the crowd was silent. 

 Her own family was silent, not knowing what to say Alexander took the mic from (Y/N) “No, no don’t listen to (Y/N). Our parents loved and cherished her, she just ran off.” sadness washed over her, the fact that her own brother would lie about such thing. He knew what she went through he saw it happen, yet he couldn’t catch her back and say the truth instead he lied. 

 (Y/N) right hand came in contact with Alexander’s left cheek, tears began to slip down her rosy cheeks watching as her brother cradled his cheek “You were the very one Alexander that knew how they treated me and now you decide to lie? I don’t know who you are anymore.” (Y/N) walked off stage heading for the exit Tom and her bodyguard following not to long behind. 

 “(Y/N) hey hey hey, slow down.” Tom yelled jogging towards his employer watching as she turned around meeting Tom halfway only to wrap her arms around his torso catching him off-guard. He stood there in shock slowly coming back to reality as he wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly “Hey, you’re okay. Let’s get you out of here okay?” Tom whispered earning a small nod from (Y/N) as she pulled away from him wiping the tears from her cheeks.

 Tom had so many questions that he wanted to ask but, that would be for another time. He didn’t want to bombard her with questions with the state she was in right now, all he needed to worry about way getting her home safely. When she was ready to talk about what happened a few minutes ago then he’d ask his questions.

[underheart-magica2000]

UnderHeart -Family of Bone

Well moving right along we arrive at, chapter 11.

I hope your ready for some drama~

Story below, (Please enjoy Love~!)

"Sans?" Papyrus' head appears from a doorway off to the right, his eyes slightly larger then normal and mouth already opened to ask a question but he stops when he notices me standing next to his brother fidgeting with my bracelet. "You finally made a friend!" He cheers rushing into the room, skull spread wide in a boney smile.

Papyrus is wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron and a lopsided chef's hat over his armor, but this must be normal because Sans looks completely unfazed as his brother slides to a stop in front of us. "Wowie," Papyrus exclaims, leaning down and giving me a once over as he starts to poke at me. "You are an actual monster this time," he laughs, giving me what I suppose is the skeleton version of a wink. "Last time Sans brought a Friend home it was just a rock painted to look like a monster."

"Yeah yeah," Sans huffs, herding us out of the open doorway, "laugh it up." He sighs, closing the front door with a loud click. "But just so you know bro I'll be telling my new friend all the dirt I got on you." And even though Sans says  it with a pleasant smile and while stuffing his hands in his worn jacket pockets, his voice sounds eerily serious.

Papyrus huffs but stands back up, wiping invisible dust from his apron. "Well considering we are twins dear brother I have just as much dirt on you."

"Twins?" I echo confused, staring between the two siblings with a raised eyebrow. "But-,"

"Be very careful how you word that next sentence there Anna," Sans warns, giving me a playful smirk even if he does look thoroughly annoyed.

"It's just...," I trail off, unsure what it is that Sans doesn't want me say.

Papyrus snorts and pats me on the head, "it's fine new friend!" He assures with his wide smile, "Sans is just sensitive about his height problem."

Sans grumbles something about not being short, but I can't make out all the words, as he angrily marches over to the one of the miss matched couches and flops down, glaring at the black screen of the turned off TV.

"Now new friend of Sans!" Papyrus exclaims loudly, as I'm dragged out of living room, away from the brooding Sans and into a warm well lit kitchen decorated with pink floral wallpaper, white counter tops, and an interesting array of science experiments. "Since my brother is too lazy to help!" Papyrus exclaims loudly, glaring into the living room. Sans grumbles something neither of us can hear back and Papyrus sighs while shaking his skull. "Anyway Sans's Friend you can help prepare dinner!" He exclaims gesturing towards the boiling pot of water on the stove top.

"Really?" I ask, trying not to sound too excited. I had never been allowed to do anything after the doctors finally concluded that my soul would never change, it's been 6 years since I've lived like a normal girl, I miss making dinner with Moma so much...

"Is something wrong friend of Sans?" Papyrus asks leaning down to my level and looking quizzically at my face. "Your eye sockets are leaking...," he points out gently brushing away some of my tears.

"I'm fine!" I say a bit too loudly, backing up from his gentle touch and rubbing furiously at my eyes. "I'm okay," I mutter, trying to control the overflowing feelings of sadness and pain wheeling up from inside.

"Hey," a soft voice calls.

Looking up I find Sans standing in front me, smiling softly and holding out his white boney hands in a sign of peace. Papyrus is standing behind him looking confused and mildly stunned.

"There's no need to cry," he soothes and his voice sounds so similar to Waylon's that it only makes me cry harder.

"Sans! Sans! What do we do? Your friend is breaking!?!" Papyrus exclaims pointing at me as he begins to pace. "Should I get some some water? Or some cookies? Cookies always cheer me up. How about-," Sans grabs the edge of Papyrus's apron and the taller skeleton stops pacing.

"Calm down," Sans advises, turning back around to me with his wide friendly grin. "Your freaking her out bro."

"I'm sorry friend," Papyrus apologises visibly relaxing. "But would a cookie help?"

I nod, I am hungry, but I don't really want to eat anything when All I can think about is the good old days with my family. Why did I do this first place? Why did I jump into a hole full of monsters? Monsters like me...

"Hey kid," Sans calls bringing me out of my thoughts and back to his white jacketed form. "Can you stop crying?Your making this poor skeleton feel bonely."

I try not to laugh, but I start giggling uncontrollably even as tears stream down my face. Sans smiles proudly as I wipe the tears out of my eyes and Papyrus watches his brother in enthralled amazement.

"Feeling better now Anna?" Sans asks holding out his hands in what I can only imagine is a offer for a hug.

I gladly accept. Sans's stiffens slightly as I wrap my pale arms around his jacket covered bones. It feels weird to hug a skeleton, he's cold, and all edges, but his jacket helps add some softness and when his arms wrap around me, and he laughs in my ear as he pats the top of my blond hair, I can feel something even better then physical warmth: Love.

"Is your friend better now Sans?" Papyrus asks leaning down to peer at my face, a cookie jar in his hands, "her eyes are no longer leaking...,"

"I'm fine," I assure the taller skeleton rubbing at my eyes one last time to be sure I didn't miss any tears. "I just remembered something sad."

"Happens to the best of us," Papyrus says in an oddly cryptic tone as he offers me the cookie jar.

"Sorry," I mutter nibbling on my cookie as Sans rubs circles on my back.

"Oh that's alright," Papyrus says making a vague waving off motion with his hand, as he straightens back up to his impressive towering height of seven feet, "Do you still want to help with dinner?"

"Yes!" I agree, as with a loud chuckle Sans releases me from his hug and I practically skip after Papyrus towards the counter top.

"Hope you like pasta!" Sans calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room to entertain himself till dinner.

"Pasta?" I question as Papyrus loudly "humfs" And continues getting out ingredients, which is only a large pot half full of water, a large pasta spoon, and a yellow box labelled "monsteroni and cheese".

"Dinner is Mac and cheese?" I question eyeing the odd box with suspicion.

"What?" Papyrus asks as he finishes pouring all the swirly noodles into the pot. "This is monsteroni, Friend of Sans."

"Annabell," I correct.

"What?" He asks again glancing away from his vigorous stirring.

"My name is Annabell," I tell him with a wide smile holding out my hand politely, "it's nice to meet you."

Papyrus face lights up and he almost knocks the boiling pot of noodles over in his haste to shake my hand, "and I am the great Papyrus! Annabell!" He announces, straightening out his apron as he beams down at me, "pleasure to meet you!"

"You too Papyrus," I giggle as the stove starts to make some very unhappy noises. Papyrus quickly lets go of my hand and moves the steaming, boiling pot off the bright red stove.

"Nyehhh..." Papyrus laughs awkwardly scratching the back of his skull, "I'm almost done here so you can set the table Annabell."

"Alright!" I chime, slightly disappointed I didn't get to actually cook anything but I'm sure I'll get to next time. 'Next time?' I repeat in my head, as I pick up the pretty glass plates decorated with pictures of springtime. 'Will there be a next time?' I glance back over at Papyrus as he hums brokenly along to some song in his head and dances a bit as he stirs in the cheese powder. Sans is probably in the living room reading a book or watching TV, doing ordinary things in this ordinary house. Do I really need to leave?

I put the plates down carefully on the wooden table as I think it over.

'Waylon' I reason, he was always first and I wholeheartedly agreed with that but...

I glance into the living room where a familiar white jacketed skeleton lays slouched the couch in a light sleep. Sans reminded of my brother so much, and if I couldn't find Waylon...

"Annabell!"

I snap to attention and spin around, my face burning in embarrassment. "Yes?"  I squeak, as Papyrus looks down at me quizzically.

"Do you mind getting the door," he nods towards the front door, then gestures towards his hands which are busy carrying the pot of monsteroni and cheese.

"On it!" I say dashing off. Sans doesn't even twitch as I run past him in my haste to open up the front door.

"Hello!" I greet, before I even see the monster on the side.

"Papyrus?" A deep well aged voice calls as the door swings open, "is that monsteroni I-," the monster stops abruptly when he sees me, skeleton eye lights widening.

He's a tall skeleton, not as tall as Papyrus, but only by a inch or two. His face is scared, with two giant cracks running from his eye sockets and splitting his face in half. There are holes in the palms of his hands and he is dressed like scientist, white lab coat, black turtleneck, black dress pants, and briefcase. Glasses are typed to the side of his face and he's wearing a shocked expression, 'is it really that weird for Sans to make friends?'

"Mister are you okay?" I ask politely, stepping to the side so he can walk into the house.

His eyes flicker a few times, then they reform not in confusion or shock but in anger. He drops his briefcase and steps into the house the door swinging shut loudly behind him without him touching it.

"Dad?" Papyrus calls, sticking his head out of the kitchen and beaming at us. "Dad, Meet Annabell she's-,"

"A human," the other skeleton informs with icy venom as he takes a step towards me. "You're a member of the guard Papyrus. You should be more cautious then that," he scolds taking another step towards me.

I back up quickly, my back hitting one of the couch's as Papyrus looks between us in horror. "B-But Dad shes not-," he tries, coming out of the kitchen only for a wall of blue bones to appear in mid air and box him in.

"Stay back Papyrus," the science skeleton warns, advancing on me, "humans are dangerous back stabbing creatures."

"P-Please," I stutter out, tightly holding onto the piece of leather that I know belongs to my brother, "I'm not-,"

"You are all the same," he growls, hand raised and I know it's the end.

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