**Hi everyone! This is my first smut and it’s going to be a part of a series.. I hope you like it and please send me in any feedback! Thanks to @completedylantrash for inspiring me!**
“It’s just so easy for you, Y/N, you
“What is?” I ask him, not tearing my gaze
away from the inky black of the night sky or the small pinpoints of lights
dotted throughout it.
I hear him sigh and he pauses before
responding, “Nevermind. Don’t worry about it, it’s stupid.”
I frown slightly, lifting my body up from
the metallic cold of the hood of the jeep so that I can turn and look at him. I
shift slightly so that I’m lying on my side with my chin perched on my hand.
“Don’t do that, Stilinski,” I grumble at him, “tell me what you mean.
Sherlock x reader. The reader is just as smart as Sherlock, but is a selective mute. She'll only talk people she trusts. Like, Sherlock, John, Mrs Hudson, Greg and Molly. When she's called a freak by Anderson it makes Sherlocks blood boil
So be it!
Name: Do Not Open Your Mouth Again.
“The freaks are here,” you hear Anderson tell Greg, as you, Sherlock, and John walk upstairs to see the crime scene. You roll your eyes, but say nothing, hearing how Sherlock squeezes his teeth.
“Sherlock, Y/N, John!” Greg greets you, as you walk in the room and look at the dead body. “We’re totally stuck.”
“I do wonder why you keep bringing two of them,” Anderson comments. “One freak is enough, but you always take the second one as well…”
“What did you say?” Sherlock turns around, looking at Anderson with his face deadly calm. Anderson shuts up, but Sherlock looks too full of rage, as he approaches the man and grabs his collar.
“Sherlock!” you call him, but the Holmes is not really listening, as he keeps shaking the poor idiot.
“Anderson, you know how much I know about you. Your cheating. Your incredible stupidity. And guess what?” Sherlock smiles with a terrifyingly happy smile. “So will your wife. If you. Open. Your. Mouth. One. More. Time. To say anything. Anything. About her,” Anderson starts nodding. “Are we clear?”
“Sherlock,” you reach out for him and grabs his hand, making him let Anderson go. “Sherlock, it’s ok.”
“It is not,” groans Sherlock, and you feel Greg’s stare on your back.
“Sherlock, let it go! It’s an Anderson. It is not the first time he is being an idiot, is it?” Sherlock grins and lets go of the man, then turns to you. “I am glad that you are trying to defend me, but… Come on, he is an idiot.”
“It’s… It’s very strange,” Sherlock notices, as he looks around, as if he is dizzy. “Very strange.”
“Sherlock?” John tries to get his attention, but the detective keeps staring at you. “Guys?”
“The way I was trying to defend you…” Sherlock starts talking incredibly slowly, as if measuring each and every word. Then his eyes open widely, as he is looking at you, not blinking, not even breathing, until you take his hand.
“Sherlock? You’re scaring us,” instead of answering, Sherlock turns around and runs away. You look at Greg and John, as you all sigh. “I guess…”
“He knows it,” nods John. “He finally figured it out.”
“That he is in love?” Greg grins. “It felt good to know something he didn’t know though, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did. But now we have to deal with Sherlock who just figured that he is in love,” you murmur, rubbing your forehead. “Do you know how annoying that will be?”
“Oh yes. But you will be the one suffering the most,” Greg and John grin, and you giggle, realizing that they are going to have the fun of a lifetime. Looking at you two trying to figure it out.
Eijun’s heat is triggered unexpectedly. Miyuki is determined to protect what is rightfully his.
pairing: Sawamura Eijun/Miyuki Kazuya
Kuramochi scans around them for a quick second, then presses in close to Eijun and buries his nose in the crook of Eijun’s neck. Eijun nearly yelps in surprise, feeling his body warm to the contact as he’s cornered against the wall with no other escape. He struggles futilely under Kuramochi’s iron grip on his arms. “Wha—What are you doing, senpai?!”
“Shut up, Sawamura,” Kuramochi grouses, pulling back from Eijun, face slightly flushed. “I’m trying to check if you are being cautious enough.”
“I am!” Eijun says, slightly offended. It is his own career that they are talking about after all, how can he not be taking all the safety measures seriously?
“Then tell me why Miyuki Kazuya,” Kuramochi practically spits his name out, and Eijun feels himself grow cold with dread, “is staring at you like he wants to take you for his own?”
Eijun’s face flushes hotly, and he’s definitely sure that Miyuki wasn’t staring at him that way. He can’t be. “You can’t be serious.”
“Huh…so I managed to take control of the b**ch again….” This dormant side was called nightshade,napsta actually had two souls in his body,but kept it secret,one was evil,one was good,the good side is what we knew and loved napsta for “I’m just gonna tell you my name and get over with it,Names nightshade,I share this body with whom you call ‘Napstaton’…”
Napstatons voice broke through,weak but still audible “N-no…don’t hurt her…please…”
**Nightshade took control again and said* “Shut up napstaton I do what I want”
Nightshade looked at Luna,enjoying her crying “Yes,Cry some more! Look at what has become of your ‘freind’! He’s two sided…Well…I’ve been in an asleep like state until now,I’ve awoken…and it feels…great…it’s been a while since I last took over” Nightshade then took his hand and swung at luna,and napstas voice rung out and yelled “Run luna! Dont let him get you!”
@traysavestehday discuss what? Your idea that I should expect physical abuse from a medical condition? Do you tell people with asthma they need to expect being hit too? Or just fat people?
I was a child trying to enjoy my time in a cosplay. As a kid during Halloween did you expect anyone to throw you on the ground? No? Alright then.
Shut up you fatphobic piece of shit. No one asked you. This is my body. Don’t like it? No one is forcing you to look at it. I ain’t doing shit to you cunt face.
Stupid fucking people thinks when they tell you “you’re skinny af” its okay? No???! I know i’m underweight and you don’t have to fucking say anything about my body. My FUCKING BODY. I see myself every fucking day enough to know what my body looks like & IF YOU ARE NOT HAPPY WITH THE WAY I FUCKING LOOK BECAUSE OF MY BODY, you do not have the fucking rights to tell me I look fucking sick because I’m fucking skinny. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I WILL FUCKING SLIT YOUR THROATS.
Okay holy fuck Im ready to blow. Like, what the hell? Keep your fucking opinions to yourself. No body cares. I dont like pinecest, but do you see me going around and telling everyone that it sucks? No. Grow the fuck up please and learn to shut your mouth.
I need to stop before i start gettig really pissed off.