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uwu-shinsou · 4 years

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Night Owl

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILER FOR PAST THE END OF SEASON 4!!

Summary: Shinsou has recently joined class 2-A. He’s always seemed to be a little tired, but is it your imagination or are those bags under his eyes getting darker?

Warning(s): Small use of language, that’s all!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, honestly just fluff uwu

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first bnha fic!! I’ve written quite a bit of fanfiction but this is my first time doing it on tumblr :3 Also yes, this fic is technically set in the class’s second year, and with my headcanon of Shinsou being placed into class 1-A (or I guess 2-A now) because I won’t accept it any other way. I’m also considering taking requests if anyone is interested in that (:

You puff out your cheeks, brows furrowed deep with thought. Aizawa’s droning lecture faded into the background as your focus deepened. Chin resting in your hand, you tilted your head as your eyes burned (metaphorical) holes into the back of Shinsou’s head. While you had known of him for a while because of the sports festival, you’d only begun to actually know Shinsou much more recently. Watching him during his secret-but-obvious test for the hero course was fascinating, and it was clear to your entire class that he had the potential to become a great hero. As soon as Aizawa announced that he had passed his test, your class had been persistent in persuading your teacher to add him into your class. Something must have worked, or maybe it was just by chance, but it was announced that 1-A would be receiving a new classmate the following school year.

Unsurprisingly, Shinsou fit into your class well. He seemed a bit reluctant to try to connect at first, maybe nervous to be put into such a new atmosphere, along with the pressure of now being a part of the hero course. But really, all it took was one night of you, Kaminari, and Kirishima forcing him to play a Mario Kart tournament and he settled right in. Since then, you found yourself getting along with Shinsou pretty well. It felt like the two of you shared a sort of natural connection, and you were sure he had to feel it too.

But there was a problem. A personal problem, for you really, because Shinsou was hot. And it was fine before he joined the class, really. You were simply content to occasionally see him around school, daydream from afar of running your fingers through his luscious hair while he had no idea who you were.

It was MUCH harder to innocently have those thoughts with the two of you being friends, and when he now sat in the seat directly in front of you. It was actually harder and easier; easier to get side tracked and zone out staring at him, and a lot harder when you’d miss important parts of class or, even worse, he’d almost catch you staring.

You couldn’t help but stare at him now, though. You’d seen him almost nod off in class at least three times today, and while Aizawa’s lectures could feel long winded, Shinsou didn’t seem the type to knock out in the middle of class. Something is definitely off about him today.

“Y/L/N.” You shot up straight in your chair at the sound of your name, panicked eyes meeting those of your teacher. “I hope you’re paying attention to class today, or do you find the back of Shinsou’s head to be more interesting?” Your cheeks flared with heat as the bell rang, saving you from having to give some kind of answer. Aizawa’s eyes glittered with something that you couldn’t quite read, but had you tensing up even more regardless. “There will be a quiz on all of this next week, so come prepared. You’re dismissed.”

Several of your classmates groaned about the quiz the second Aizawa left the room, and you were pretty sure Kaminari was crying. But it all faded into the background as you shoved everything on your desk into your bag, prepared to make a desperate not-quite-running fast walk out of the room when Shinsou turned his chair around and planted his hands on your desk. Ah shit, I was too slow.

“Soooo y/n,” he drawled, leaning down to rest his head on his folded arms. He blinked up at you through lidded eyes, a small lazy grin resting on his face. Oh god it should be illegal to look that good. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You willed your cheeks to not become even redder and slung your bag over your shoulder. You flashed him a wide grin, “Class can get so boring when it’s not hero stuff. And I mean, can you blame me for wondering how you get your hair to look so soft?” Shinsou’s eyebrows quirked up and his grin spread further.

He sat up in his chair with a mischievous look on his face. “What can I say? Having hair this gorgeous is a burden I must bear.”

“You poor soul, braver than Japan’s pro-heroes,” You reply, one hand on your heart and the other wiping away a fake tear. He gave a small laugh and you found yourself lost in his lovely purple eyes, eyes that took your breath away and made your heart do a flip inside your chest. But your grin slipped away as you really looked at him. Is it just me, or do the bags under his eyes seem darker than normal?

“But really Shinsou, I kinda noticed that you almost fell asleep like three times in just the last hour and, well, I was wondering if you’re doing okay?” Your hands gripped your skirt as you looked down at your feet, toeing at the leg of your desk. “I mean, I don’t want to be too intrusive or anything, but I just wanted to let you know that if- if you need anything…” You trailed off, looking back up at him.

His smile faltered and his eyes slid away from yours. He brought a hand up to run through his hair. “Ahh yeah, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m just a little tired.” He then stood up and grabbed his bag, backing away from your desk. “Anyway I should probably study for that quiz, I’ll see you around, y/n.” You blinked and Shinsou was already out of the room.

You stood there for a second, feeling lost at his sudden rush to leave. I know that I was hoping to make a quick escape before too, but I don’t understand? Why did he just leave?

You were shaken out of your stupor when a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your arm and started to tug you towards the door.

“Hellooo?? Earth to y/n? Anyone there?” Mina called as she led you out of the classroom, waving a hand in front of your face. “Or are you too busy thinking about a certain purple haired boy named Sh-”

“Mina!!” You hiss, cutting your friend off as she cackled to herself. “I will literally destroy you if you try to finish that sentence,” you say, shooting her your best pouty glare. She withdrew her hands from your arm, holding them up in front of her in surrender.

“Okay, okay! Will not mention mister hot-and-broody outside of our rooms, got it,” Mina said, giving you a mock salute. You playfully slap your hands at her as she easily dances out of your reach, laughing gleefully at your feeble attempts. “Come on though, y/n/n, what was up with you today? You must have been really zoned out for Aizawa to have called you out like that during class.” The two of you passed through the doorway to outside, heading towards the dorms.

You huff out a sigh, clasping your hands together. “I know that I probably watch him a lot more than you do, but haven’t you noticed that Shinsou has been kinda out of it this week? Like he was super into class and hung out with everyone, but now he just looks, I dunno know, exhausted? Eternally tired? I’m worried about him,” You confessed.

Mina hummed in thought, staring down the path that led towards your building. “Did you try just asking him if he was alright?”

“Yeah, I did today. He said he was fine but he was definitely lying,” you say, frustrated. “His eyes were one hundred percent more dead than they usually are. And I don’t want to seem insensitive or force it out of him, I just wish he would let me help with whatever the hell is bugging him, cause I care about him, you know?”

You look over at Mina with big, sad puppy dog eyes. “Oh y/n/n,” she coos, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and smooshing you into her as tightly as possible. “I know you’ll find a way to help him. You’re the purest, most kind soul in our entire class. Plus your looove for Mr. Purple is stronger than any- EEEEK!” Mina shrieked as you tickled her sides.

“I WARNED YOU!! ” You shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you sprinted into your class’s dorm building, Mina yelling and giving chase just a few steps behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rolled over in bed, huffing out a sigh as you looked at the clock.

2:38A.M.

“Uhhhhggg,” you groan out. You’d been trying to fall asleep since eleven, but apparently your mind was set against resting. You slapped your hand over to your bedside table, grabbing your water cup, trying to take a sip but getting nothing.

“Empty? You gotta be fucking kidding me right now,” you mutter out loud to yourself. With an annoyed sigh, you roll out of bed and make your way down to the kitchen.

You step out into the common room and stop short of the kitchen, hearing a faint sound from the living room. Did someone leave the T.V. on? Tip-toeing, you head towards the living room to turn off the television, but freeze behind the couch when you notice that it’s occupied with a lump of a person under a blanket. Who the hell is asleep on the couch??

And then the lump moved.

Okay not asleep. Oh god what if they think I’m being creepy and watching them?? Gotta go gotta go gotta-

“Hey who’s there?” The muffled voice makes you stop in your tracks, and you watch the mystery person sit up and turn around.

You blink. “Shinsou. What are you doing down here still?” You ask, his face bathed in shadows from being backlit by the T.V.

“Oh, y/n/n it’s you,” he says, flopping backwards onto the couch. You make your way around the side, setting your water cup on the coffee table before collapsing down next to him. You run your gaze over his face, taking in the heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes, his messy unkempt hair.

“Have you slept at all tonight?” You ask, trying to casually probe to see how he’s doing. “Or is it a binge-shows-until-the-sun-rises kind of night?”

He huffs an amused sigh, fixing his eyes on you from his corner of the couch. “Well I didn’t really mean to be awake still, but here I am.” You flash him a sympathetic smile. “Hey, listen,” he says, becoming a little more serious. “I know that you were worried about me in class today, and it really isn’t a big deal, but the truth is, I just sort of have a tough time getting comfortable in new places.”

“Oh,” you say quietly, putting the pieces together. “So you probably haven’t been sleeping well lately since you moved into our building.”

“Yeah not really,” he admits. “And there’s something else- but it’s stupid, really.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you assure him, scooching closer.

“No, no it is, I shouldn’t have even brought it up,” he says, shaking his head. You do a big scooch along the couch, getting even closer and start to poke him all along his side. His mouth splits into a toothy grin as he starts to try and shove your hands away.

“Shinsoouuu,” You coo, your pokes becoming incessant as he laughs and grabs for your hands to stop you. His hands find your wrists, flipping you over and pinning you on your back. You freeze, blushing furiously and blinking up at him in surprise. You become hyper aware of the way he was straddling your body, his knees on either side of your hips. His hands held down your wrists as he leaned over you, some of his hair hanging down to tickle your face, his nose a few inches away from yours. “Well that was uh, kinda fun,” you breathe.

He was completely still for a moment, seeming as surprised as you were. Then he was releasing your wrists, moving back off of you and onto the couch. “Sorry, I got caught up in the moment,” he says, running his hand through his hair and averting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Is… is he blushing??

“It’s okay, you really don’t need to apologize,” you say, giving him a shy smile. “I didn’t mind at all.”

Shinsou looks up at that, and seems to come to a decision. “So, the stupid thing that I mentioned? I had to leave my cat at home when I first moved into the dorms, and I sleep worse without having her to cuddle every night,” he says. “I even got this like, weighted blanket thinking that it’d help? And it kind of does but not always. It doesn’t have the same feeling, you know?”

Your heart went out to him in sympathy, understanding. It must be hard having to say goodbye to his cat. “Shinsou I-”

“And I’m sort of a night owl anyways, but without Muffin I just can’t seem to sleep well.” He concludes. “So yeah, that’s it. Silly, right?”

You reach out and firmly take his hands in your own. “No, it’s not silly. It’s normal to feel sad having to leave your pet, I’m sure you really love Muffin” you say, looking down at your joined hands. “Sometimes it can take awhile to adjust. I know I was anxious during the first few weeks moving on campus, and it’s probably extra hard having to move again.” You look back up at him. “I just wish there was some way I could help.”

You start to pull away, but his grip on your hands tightens. “Maybe there is a way? For you to help?” he says hesitantly. Shinsou looks up at you through his lashes, eyes lidded, hair messy, cheeks flushed- and whatever it is he was about to ask you to do, you were already sold. If he keeps looking at me like that I might stop breathing.

“You could stay down here with me so I can fall asleep, just for tonight?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Of course I will.”

Shinsou worked his way back to where he’d laid his pillow on the couch, scooping his blanket up from the floor. He fluffed the pillow and moved to the inside of the couch, against the back cushions.

He looked back at you with a tired smile, and patted the space beside him. “Ready to sleep, kitten?”

You inhaled sharply and your heart skipped a beat, every part of your body melting at the nickname. You crawled across the cushions, settling on your side facing Shinsou. He sprawled out beside you, pulling the blanket up over your bodies. He turned onto his side, his eyes meeting yours.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover,” he whispered, making you smile. He shifted a little bit, and asked, “Hey y/n, can- can I hold you?”

“Yeah, sure,” you whisper back, face warming. He moves closer, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You take a deep breath and close your eyes in bliss, enjoying the feeling of being held close by Shinsou. “You know,” you murmur to him. “I think I almost passed out at the new nickname.”

You feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest. “Are you saying I should call you that from now on, kitten?” You feel a big grin spread onto your face as you let the nickname sink into you.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to function right if you call me that all the time,” you mumble, nuzzling into his chest. Shinsou reaches up and runs a hand through your hair.

“Special occasions only, then,” he whispers, letting his hand fall down to your waist again and fully settling in. You feel Shinsou’s breathing evening out, the tension in his body leaving as the both of you edge towards sleep. Before drifting off, you hear Shinsou murmur, “Thank you, y/n. I’m glad I have you.”

“Always, Shinsou.”

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hufflepuffhollander · 5 years

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fireworks: a tom holland imagine (part 3/3)

(A/N): it’s been quite a day and now that the holiday is over you guys definitely deserve a conclusion to the trilogy!!! the first part got semi deleted, still trying to work on that (my sincerest apologies) but 2nd and 3rd parts are here in full to be digested and enjoyed

(tom x reader (college student))

contains some mature themes for dayz, dunno if I’d call it smut but I’ll warn ya just in case; fluff and language!

ICYMI: You and Tom have made a real connection at this 4th of july party, so now it’s time to explore your own fireworks...

meanwhile, back at the frat house

You swept through the room coming in from outside, being careful to step over the passed out partygoers that scattered amongst the floor, your accidental crunches of the occasional leftover red solo cup stirring some bodies, but luckily not waking anyone.

Navigating the dim hallways by muscle memory, you led yourself and Tom through a series of turns and stairs until you came to an empty room.

Oh, thank god, this one has a lock.

The closing door began to stifle your giggles from the outside world, the lock clicking to let you know that you were now totally alone, free to explore the feelings for one another you were just now letting bubble to the surface.

“Are we allowed to be in here?” Tom looked out the window in both directions, wondering if anyone walking past the house could see him. He paced and paced around the room, opening the closets --

“Tom, what are you expecting to find in there?” you laughed at his paranoia, understanding it to a point, but it was a lot more fun to poke fun at him than to sympathize.

“I’m just making sure there aren’t any cameras or anything, I don’t know...” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head. While it wasn’t fun to see him worry, you couldn’t help but watch that arm flex as he reached it behind his head and through his hair. How did one simple motion that you’ve seen a thousand times suddenly become so sexy?

It’s not the arm, it’s who the arm is attached to.

It was now or never, as Tom’s anxiety wasn’t seeming to quell, and you didn’t want to lose the momentum you had created while outside on the dock. You walked over to him, still peeping into a closet, and pushed him into it. You slid the door closed behind you, the only light coming in slatted, illuminating barcodes on Tom’s face.

“Woah, what are you doing??” He jumped as you had pushed him, reflexes too slow to realize what was going on until after he was immersed in the darkness.

“Well, you seemed awfully interested in the closet...” you went on, starting to move a little closer to him. “Thought maybe you wanted to spend some time in here.”

He gave you a puzzled look, but soon after picked up your body cues and started to graze your forearm with his hand.

“And why would I want to be stuck in a closet with you?” although he was on board with what seemed to be happening, he still didn’t really know what was going on and couldn’t hide his confusion.

This adorable idiot.

“Haven’t you ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?” you said, picking his hand up and lacing your fingers in between his. You made your voice low and quiet, trying to get the message across.

“...no,” he said, even more confused now that you were adding numbers.

“Jesus, Tom, get the hint,” you rolled your eyes and rubbed your other hand up his chest and over his shoulder. “I’m trying to do something here.”

He let out a breathy laugh and used his free hand to place his fingers one by one along your collarbone, bringing them up painfully slowly to your jaw and rubbing circles with his thumb on your cheek.

He may be stupid, but he’s not an idiot.

“And what’s that?” he breathed out, somehow without using his voice. The last hints of his breath tickled your ears, making your nerves stand on end. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You took a shot in the dark and planted your lips perfectly on his, taking him by surprise at first, feeling his smile grow as you began to deepen your kisses. His lips were soft and sticky, and they couldn’t have felt more perfect. You waited for him to take the initiative.

And he did.

He backed you up against the wall, pressing his body into yours, leading with his hips so he could still wrap his hands around your sides and up and down your back with room to spare. The moments were fleeting -- it felt like you had been in there forever, learning how to melt into one another in a different lifetime so you could mesh perfectly together now. He went to pin your arms up over your head against the wall, but your hands immediately collided with a clothing rack hung above you.

“God d -- ouch!” you yelped, Tom gasping and immediately covering your hands with his for protection, as if that would do anything after the fact.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, that came out of nowhere,” he said, taking your hands in his and peppering them with kisses. “It’s almost like we shouldn’t be hooking up in a closet,” he smirked at you, knowing you had rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

“You’re impossible.” You went to open the closet door to let out your prisoner, but he grabbed your waist before you could, pulling you back into the darkness with him.

“I didn’t say I minded,” He turned you back around, pressing you up against the door this time. “It hasn’t been seven minutes yet.”

By minute three both of your shirts were on the floor, and you were running your fingers up and down his carved chest while he fussed with the clasp on your bra.

“Babe, just let me do it,” you chuckled, finding him adorable as ever, trying to get your bra undone with his tongue stuck out in frustration. He groaned and obliged.

You let your arms out of each strap painfully slowly, making him agonize over the wait to finally be able to feel your skin under his hands, to feel how soft and delicate you were in a way that nobody else could.

You lips met again, with more of an agressive impact this time around. Your tongue wrestled with his, fighting for dominance, both of you letting small giggles and grunts out amongst the heavy kisses. His hands weren’t afraid to speak for themselves, telling you how much he wanted to run his fingers over every inch of your body, unable to get enough of the silky sweetness of your skin. They wandered down your sides, landing on either side of your butt, the unexpected and pretty hard squeeze making you jump.

“Watch yourself!” you laughed, feigning shock at him for touching you like that.

Please, do it again.

He smiled at you and squeezed even harder, never breaking eye contact.

“So sorry, I can’t help it. My god, your ass-” you cut him off with a kiss even more intense than before. You moved your bodies in rhythm, grinding against one another, neither one minding that you were still standing in a closet.

Minute seven came and went, and you two were still getting to know one another, by smell, by touch, by taste. Suddenly, Tom pulled his mouth away from your neck, leaving a mark that would surely match the shade of red you wore on your lips earlier that day. You made a mental note to return the favor later.

“I hate to be that guy, but can we get out of the fucking cupboard?” you hung your head and laughed at his sudden input into the silent conversation, opening the door, leading Tom to the bed behind you. He lifted you up onto it, spreading your legs so he could situate himself in between them, his face now hovering over yours in the dimly lit room.

“I like being able to see you,” he started, eyes taking their time to wander up and down your exposed chest. He ran his fingers up and through your splayed out hair, down your cheek, tracing around all of the exposed curves of your body. “You’re breathtaking.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, cupping his face in your hands and bringing his head down so you could kiss him again, biting his lip softly and getting a small ahh in response.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Holland.”

He rolled his eyes, endeared by the way you called him by his last name, just like his friends did. In so many ways, you two had already become reflections of each other, knowing what strings to pull to make you each smile the brightest. He leaned over and pressed single kisses from your cheek down to the base of your neck, pulling a bit of your skin between his teeth, reveling in leaving his mark on you.

He moved back up to see your face and looked into your eyes, searching for a way to tell you that he wanted more of you, all of you. He wanted to see you in the light, take in the natural beauty that radiated off of your entire body. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, fuck you, hold you -- he wanted every part of you, trying to tell you through just that one look. So many things were flashing through his head as he stared into those green orbs, wondering if you were feeling the same way, wondering if you were staring back asking the same things, wanting to melt into him as much as he did you.

You did.

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and scene! sorry if that was as indirect as indirect smut gets, I literally couldn’t type anything even mildly inappropriate without laughing uncomfortably for a very, very long time. what can I say, some things you just gotta work up to.

anyway this way you can take the ending into your own hands and let those creative juices flow!

always happy to hear your feedback and any future ideas y’all have for me :-)

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tomholland #tomhollandimagines #tomhollandoneshot #tomhollandfanfic #tomhollandsmut #part 3 of 3 #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #go easy on me idk how to do this shit

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mysteira6 · 6 years

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Frans Week 2018 Day 3: Magic Mischief

@fransweek

New Areas!

Tbh, this was inspired by another picture by @enelica who drew this picture for day 1. It was so cool and I was instantly inspired by it.

Enjoy!

~~~~~~ “Sans, come on! You’ve gotta see what I’ve found!”

He chuckled in amusement. “Alright, alright, I’m coming,”

As the brown-haired girl ran ahead, the relaxed, laid-back skeleton followed after her, a grin on his face and his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. The duo were walking past empty shophouses that used to serve as homes for those who lived in New Home. Now, they were all empty and yet, Frisk was insistent of coming here, of all places. Normally, Sans wouldn’t go back to the Underground, but since it was for Frisk, he agreed.

After a while, the human girl slowed down, her brown eyes darting left and right in search of her destination. “If I’m not wrong, it should be riiiiight… there!” She pointed at a shophouse at the end of the street, which was strangely out of place with red walls, no windows and a green door. Frisk ran over to the door and turned its handle, calling to Sans. “Come on! It’s in here!”

Sans tilted his head slightly in curiosity before hurrying over and entering the house with her. As soon as he stepped into the house, he could smell old, aged paper all over the place, along with the smell of unburnt firewood.

The first room that he and Frisk had stepped in looked like a study, the bookshelves filled with many books. In the middle of the room was a large black empty cauldron, with some burnt and unlit wood underneath it. He could see from the corner of his eye that the room behind the study had cabinets with transparent doors, with jars of weird ingredients inside. On right side of the hallway that lead to the other room was a gold sign with a message inscribed in odd symbols. Other than the books on the shelves, there were stacks of more books and papers all over the place, its edges yellowed through the passage of time.

“Ta dah!!” Frisk said, throwing her arms in the air for dramatic effect. “What do you think? I found it the other day!”

Sans blinked twice, still taking it all in. “Hm, this doesn’t look like any of the other houses in New Home,”

“I know right?” Frisk replied, trotting over to a nearby bookshelf and picking up a book from one of the stacks. “Most of the books are written in Monster language though, so I can’t understand any of them. So are the labels of the jars next door and even that sign over there,”

“And you brought me here to try and translate for you?” Sans raised at eyebrow at her. “Buddy, I’m flattered that you’d think I’m a smart guy, but why didn’t you want Tori or Alphys to come with you instead?”

“They’re busy on the surface! Also, you need to move around more,” She protested, her hands holding her book tightly. “You always stay at home like a bag of lazybones!”

He snickered at her pun. “Well if you say so. Also what that sign says is a little interesting,”

Her eyes lit up at that. “You can read it?”

He nodded, walking towards the sign at the far end of the room. “It says, For thou does not need magic to make things happen / Thou only requires determination’,” His eyes looked around the bookshelves. “Most of the books here have titles that include the word, ‘potion’ too,”

She gasped in surprise. “Determination… Does that mean that I can make magical potions?!”

“Can’t be sure about that,” He said, turning back around. “But it doesn’t hurt to try. Plus, I’m curious about this stuff too,”

The skeleton walked back to the human girl, who had her eyes wide open as she flipped through the book in her hands. “Tell you what Frisk,” He ruffled her hair affectionately. “I’ll be your translator and the apothecary and you’ll be the little witch watching over the cauldron, alright?”

She nodded, excited to start making some potions.

~~~~~~

Back on the surface, the sun had begun to set but Frisk and Sans were still in the mysterious house in New Home, mixing and grinding ingredients to make more potions. During the course of the whole afternoon, the duo had made a jump potion, a flying potion, a potion that makes horns grow out of your head and many more. The ingredients that were in the jars didn’t seem to run out either and once they lit the fire under the cauldron, it never went out. Sans eventually concluded that the house was enchanted.

“Enchanted?” Frisk mused, tossing a cup of crushed lavender petals into the cauldron. “Does it mean that the house has a mind of its own?”

Sans shook his head, taking back the empty cup from Frisk. “Not necessarily. A monster must’ve used magic a lot in this house, so it might’ve leaked out into the house itself. Either that, or the monster casted a special spell on the house,”

Frisk bit her bottom lip. “You don’t think that the owner still lives here, do you?”

“Nah, i checked upstairs already, the place is deserted,” Sans confirmed, giving her a smile to reassure her. “The ingredients might’ve just replenished itself on its own,” He turned back to the ingredients on the cart he found in the other room. “What’s left?”

“A cup of rose petals and three tablespoons of vanilla essence,” Frisk read from the list beside her, which was a translated copy of the next potion’s recipe from the book.

“Sheesh, are we making a potion or a cake?” Sans joked, passing the said ingredients to the human girl. “Speaking of which, what are you making, kiddo?”

“It’s a secret!” She whispered to him, giggling a little after that. “Either way, you’ll find out tomorrow morning. It’s gonna take all night for it to boil,”

“All night?”

“What were you expecting from a potion that doesn’t require determination?”

“Fair enough,” Sans yawned in response. “Welp, time for us to sleep then,” He wheeled the cart back to the other room. “There are some bed upstairs so I’m gonna hit the sack. You coming, Frisk?”

“In a minute,” She called back to him. “I’m gonna stir the mixture a bit for a while,”

“Sure thing. Goodnight, kiddo,”

Frisk continued to stir the cauldron as the monster climbed up the stairs. After she hear light snores coming from upstairs, Frisk let out a soft giggle, stopped stirring the mixture and took a ketchup bottle out of her backpack.

“I sure hope this love potion works…” She muttered to herself as she slowly fell asleep.

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A few hours had passed before Frisk woke up again, getting ready for the final stage of her master plan. When they had first arrived at the house, she had picked up a book from the bookshelf, and on one of the few last pages, she found a recipe which had some hearts drawn on it. To confirm her thoughts, she pulled out a sheet of blank paper and wrote down the first word of the potion’s name, asking Sans to translate it afterward. True enough, the first word was ‘love’.

“I’m not too sure how much of this potion I should add, but I’m guessing that a cup will be enough,” Frisk murmured to herself, dumping out some of the ketchup bottle’s contents and replacing it with a cup of the potion, which had a pinkish hue. She closed the cap and gave the bottle a little shake to mix the potion with ketchup.

“Perfect,” She said, smiling at herself. She blushed at the thought of Sans falling instantly in love with her after drinking all the contents of the ketchup bottle. Okay, she will admit that she was kind of forcing this on him, but after what Papyrus had told her the other day (“HUMAN! I’M NOT SURE WHY, SANS HAD BEEN CALLING OUT YOUR NAME IN HIS SLEEP FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS NOW, AND HIS CHEEKS ARE ALWAYS BLUE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!”), she couldn’t stop thinking about him falling in love with her.

Her cheeks were flushed red as she climbed up the stairs, soon finding Sans sleeping on a bed in the corner. The human girl laughed again, clutching the ketchup bottle in her hands tightly as she sauntered over to the sleeping skeleton, poking his neck a little.

“Sans, wake up!” She said, poking him even more when he did not stir.

It was a while before Sans woke up, lazily sitting up as he rubbed his eye sockets. “KId, what’s up? It’s a little too early for you to be-”

“Here you go!” She cut him off, thrusting the ketchup bottle into his bony hands. She quickly retracted her hands as the skeleton stared at the item in his hands. “Ketchup? What’s this about, kiddo?”

“It’s for you!” She grinned gleefully. “As a thank-you for coming down here with me and making all those potions with me. I.. I really enjoyed my afternoon yesterday, Sans,”

Sans stood still for a moment before he smiled back. “No problem, Frisk. I, liked making potions with you too,” He replied, his cheeks slightly blue.

So Papyrus really wasn’t lying…

The silence between them was interrupted by a loud growl. Along with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Oops, looks like even skeletons can get hungry too,” Sans remarked, opening the cap of the ketchup bottle. “You want any?”

“No thanks. It’s all for you anyway,” Frisk politely declined. “Bone appetit,”

Sans laughed at her pun again before drinking the contents of the bottle, and Frisk watched in anticipation as he completed the whole bottle in one big gulp. After he finished the bottle, he shut his eye sockets.

The silence between them was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Then, as he opened his eyes again, Frisk could see a small pink glint sparkle in his pupils. “Sans?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?

As soon as the skeleton turned to her, his cheeks turned blue in mere milliseconds. His eyes were locked onto hers, and Frisk had to swallow her saliva as he stared at her intensely.

Did it work? Was the only question in her mind.

Her question was soon answered when he grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her towards him, perching his teeth on her lips, giving her a deep, deep kiss. At first, she was startled, but soon relaxed and deepened the kiss between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands coiled around her waist.

They just stayed there for many minutes before Frisk tried to break away from the kiss. However, Sans wouldn’t allow it and held tightly to her waist, refusing to break the kiss. Soon, she could feel her soul being pulled towards Sans as she toppled on top of him, their lips still connected. As soon as Sans was lying down on the bed again, he wrapped a hand around her head, pushing her face closer to him to keep kissing her again, and again, and again. Frisk couldn’t do a single thing to stop him, Sans was way too strong…

It felt like it had been hours before Sans finally broke the kiss between them, leaving Frisk with a full-blown red face as her small figure fell on top of the skeleton, her breaths heavy.

Sans was panting as well, but there was a wide smirk on his face. “Nice try, kiddo,” He said teasingly.

“But that potion didn’t work on me,”

Her eyes instantly widened. “What? But then, all that-”

“Was all by me and me alone,” Sans finished, flashing her his cheeky grin. “Didja really think that I didn’t read the book? I knew you had something in mind when you asked me to translate the word ‘love’,”

At that, Frisk let out an embarrassed squeal, quickly covering her face with her hands. Sans chortled at the adorable sight, slowly turning over so that Frisk was resting on the bed as well. He brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears before leaning close to her. “I love you, Frisk,” He murmured to her. “And I don’t need a love potion to make me love you either,”

The human girl shyly leaned closer to him, burying her face into his chest. “I-I love you too!” She replied, her face still as red as a tomato.

Sans laughed again as he gave her another sweet kiss on the head. “I know,”

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Trinity Boarding School (Part 5)

Imagine: Being sent to boarding school in England to escape your home life in the U.S.

Words: 2,274

Warnings: Language, sexy texting

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Whether you’re spending it with a boo or by yourself, perform an act of love for someone, anyone! Make someone feel special!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7

You could feel Tom smile into the kiss. It made your heart flutter. Tom moved his hands from your face to wrapping himself around your torso. You obliged and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He held you close and you enjoy the warmth his body radiates. As perfect as the kiss feels, you need air. You break away but he chases after your lips. You laugh while trying to catch your breath. You both pant and lean your foreheads on one another, looking deep into eachothers eyes.

“So…” Tom says at a whisper. “So.” You repeat smiling from ear to ear. How could this have happened? All but an hour ago you guys were hating each other. You always had an underlying attraction to Tom, and after he defended you from Harriet and in front of the school, you finally admitted your feelings for him.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says genuinely. You blush at his words. A feeling of uneasiness suddenly washes over you. What if he’s just using you? What if you just fell for his boyish charms and silver-tongue? What makes you any different from the rest of the girls he hits on?

You quickly remove your arms from his neck and his arms from your torso, backing away from him. “What’s the matter?” He asks quizzically. “I-uh, I’ve gotta go.” You say making your way to the door. “Wait what?” Tom asks confused. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Y/N, talk to me, tell me what’s wrong, love.” He asks, his voice soothing.

You sigh in defeat. “Tom, how do I know I’m just not one of your hopeless girls you’re hitting on? What am I to you? Just someone you can toy with? I’m a real person with real feelings, please just-” Tom interrupts you. “You really think that was kiss fake? Just to amuse myself and move on to the next girl?” Tom asks a little offended.

“Well, I don’t know, Tom, you seem to have yourself a bit of a track record. Harriet, that girl I saw you with earlier today, literally any girl that you flash a smile to.” You say arms crossed. He understands your point. “Well all those girls aren’t like you. They’re all the same. You’re different. You’re not like the others. Not to sound like an arse, but when I hit on girls it was all routine, they fall and I catch. It isn’t what I want though. I want you.” He says with pleading eyes.

You can read people really well. You can tell if they’re lying or bullshitting you. It may be your feelings talking, but he seems truthful about what he just said. You decide to test him. Arms crossed you ask sternly, “Okay, what is it that makes me so ‘different’” You say, air quoting ‘different.’ You expect him to stumble and be unsure, then you’ll really know if he’s bullshitting you or not. His true feelings will show if he’s able to just come up with qualities he likes about you.

“Y/N, you’re constantly on my mind. All those times we bicker, are times I cherish. Yeah we argue, but any time I get to have with you, is everything to me.” You drop your arms and look at him, really listening. “You are honest, funny, respectful, and you take pride in yourself.” You feel your body stir at his words. “You stand up for yourself. I love that about you. You don’t let anyone push you. I truly admire that.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Your down to earthness, is one of your best qualities, actually.” He continues, stepping closer towards you. “And you’re quite stunning.” He says, looking down timidly. He takes his hands in yours, and his touch sends you shivers. Yup, yup, he is definitely telling the truth. “Tom…” You begin. Then all of a sudden the knob starts to turn on the door. He lets go of your hands and you look at each other with absolute horror.

“Matron!” Tom whisper shouts. If the matron catches the opposite sex in the dorms, the students will both be in big trouble. “There!” Tom says pointing to his closet. You squeal and jump in, sliding the door shut. Tom takes his shirt off, making it look like he’s ready for bed. The matron walks in with fresh towels. “It is 8:15, Thomas, time to go to bed.” The old irish lady says. “Uh- yes, Matron, I was just getting ready for bed.” Tom says nervously. Matron looks at him suspiciously. “Okay… here are some towels.” She hands them to Tom. “Thank you. Goodnight.” He says taking them.

You hear the door close and open the door slightly. “Okay, she’s gone. Come out.” Tom calls. You step out and take a deep sigh in relief. “That was stressful.” You chuckle. “Yeah.” Tom smiles. You then realize he’s shirtless. You check him out with hungry eyes. He is built, but not overly brawny. He looks strong and athletic and you feel yourself internally drooling.

“Are you done checking me out?” Tom asks suggestively smiling, knowing. This snaps you out of your trance. “Shut up.” You smile, rolling your eyes.

Then it dawned on you. Matron always checks the boys room first, then the girls. Tom is at the end of his hall and matron will be checking on the girls rooms next. If you’re not in your room when she’s there to check on you, you’re totally fucked. “OH SHIT!” You exclaim at your realization. “What? What is it?” Tom asks, worriedly. “Matron! If I’m not back in my room, I’m fucked!” You explain, freaking out.

“Bloody hell! Alright. Listen to me, at the end of the hall, turn right, then go up the stairs and make a left. Matron goes through the main stairs so she shouldn’t spot you.” Tom says, freaking out just as much as you are. “Okay, okay.” You say, trying to remember the route. Right, go up stairs, left, you repeat to yourself. This freaks you out because you are not even a week into this school and that means you don’t know where anything is just yet.

“Alright, go! Before you get caught!” Tom says. You nod and rush out the door. Then suddenly, Tom grabs your arm spinning you around for one last kiss. You smile and totally forget your current problem. He smiles at you and says “One for good luck. Now go!” You playfully push him and you dart down the hall. You rush up the stairs skipping three steps and by the time you get to the top, you feel yourself getting numb. You’re not the most athletic person in the world so you feel you just did the 500 meter run. You make your turn to the left and see matron just go into someone’s room.

The room next to yours. You panic, adrenaline kicking in and you bolt to your door and unlock it as fast as you can, feeling like you’ll almost break the key. “Cmon!” You say as you twist the lock, checking if matron is coming out. The door unlocks and you burst inside closing your door as quiet as possible. “FUCK!” You whisper shout. You rest your hands on your knees for a little bit when you hear you door knob turn. There’s no way you can change into your pajamas in five seconds so you hop in bed and pretend you’re asleep. You pant hard though, so you try to steady your breathing.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” Matron asks peeking in your room. “Mmm…” You hum as you try to sound as tired as possible. Which, you are. “Hmph.” Is all she responds with. “Be sure to turn off your light before you go to sleep. No wasting electricity!” She scolds in her thick scottish accent. She shuts off the light and shuts your door.

“Phew…” You say, adrenaline fading. You sigh in relief and get out of bed to change. You change into pajama flannel pants and a white tank top. You plop back in your bed, pull your covers up to get comfortable, and go on your phone. You check through your socials, and start to get tired. You plug your phone into your charger and set it next to you, on your desk. You close your eyes and reminisce on the days events.

That kiss was AMAZING. You haven’t felt something so fiery and passionate in such a long time. You haven’t felt anything for anyone in a long time. You repeat to yourself the things Tom said he likes about you. You get that warm exciting buzz in your chest when you think about him. Then, you hear your phone vibrate. You grab your phone and the screen light illuminates, making you squint.

Unknown Number: Hey, love. Did you get back alright?

You lay there confused, but you know exactly who it is. You smile at the thought of him wanting to make sure you’re okay.

Y/N: I did. Just in time too. How did you get my number, Thomas?

Tom gets a pang of happiness when he receives your text. You change his contact name to Thomas.

Thomas: You gave it to Harry this morning in class and he gave it to me :)

Y/N: Damnit, Harry… Now I have to change my number.

Thomas: Ah, don’t worry about it, love… So that kiss, it was pretty amazing yeah?

You bite your lip at the nickname. You love it when he calls you ‘love.’ You can hear exactly how charming he sounds when he says it to you. You decide to tease him a bit.

Y/N: Eh, I’ve had better

Tom laughs at your witty sarcasm. And thinks about what to say next. In honesty, it was the best kiss you ever had, but you would never let him know that. It’d just boost his ego.

Thomas: Oh yeah? Well I think that was the best kiss I’ve ever had.

You are on cloud nine. He is captivating and succulent in every way. You scream internally at the comment. He is really good. You decide to play with fire a bit. Why not? Life’s too short anyways.

Y/N: Yeah it was okay… I guess more than okay actually

Thomas: Oh yeah?

Y/N: Mhm. I’m just dying to see what you’ll do next.

You press the send button and you throw your phone across the room. Your everything is so heightened right now. You groan and get up from your bed, retrieving your phone. You see the three dots pop up and you start freaking out again.

Thomas: I just want to kiss every inch of your body and make you scream.

You read the text and you feel your soul leave your body. You sink into your bed and feel yourself fall into a high from this risky texting. You try to think of something to say quick, because it’s been several minutes. If it were the other way around you’d be getting worried and ancy. You sigh. You might regret this. Just be bold, blunt, and bad. You shriek as you type up a response. “Oh fuck it.” You say out loud. You’re on a high with this conversation, and you love it.

You push your covers to the side and and lay straight, giving yourself a sultry posture. You angle your phone up directly above you and and bring your hands to your mouth. You position your index finger to tug on your bottom lip. You only put the lower half of your face in the frame and stop the camera from pointing any further than your hips. You know your white tank top is see through so this is not technically classified as a nude, maybe just mean teasing.

You hover over the send button unsure, whether to actually send it or not. You squeal and hit send. You slam your phone down next to you and pull a pillow over your head.

Tom lays in bed staring at the ceiling awaiting your response. Had he said too much? Did he cross a line? Maybe-

Y/N: Attachment 1 Image

Toms eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could you have possibly sent- OH. He clicks on the picture and he feels himself getting excited. He just lost his head. The picture doesn’t leave much to the imagination because your top is so see through but he doesn’t mind. The lip tug sends him all worked up. You’re so hot.

Your phone bings and you go mental. You just let it sit there, light illuminating in the dark for a few minutes. You are so scared and don’t want to see what he said. You wish now more than ever a friend was with you to read it outloud. Or at least have someone with you for moral support. You open the text and your heart melts.

Thomas: I’m so fucking crazy about you.

What a perfect response. Not a sleazy “send more baby” or “take off the shirt.” Sure there’s nothing really wrong with those, but he made you feel special. He didn’t make it in any way selfish, but sweet and complimentary. You smile as you type.

Y/N: You can look but you can’t touch… yet.

You want to keep him guessing. Be as mysterious as you can for as long as you can. So when you can’t take it any longer, it’ll be filthy and explosive.

Thomas: You’ll be the end of me, Y/N.

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