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Can You Teach Me [Part 1]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader


Word Count: 2,814

**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!**

Originally posted by amazing-otp-moments

“It’s just so easy for you, Y/N, you wouldn’t understand.”

“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.

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anonymous asked:

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.

lines in make happy that made me cry

“we all deserve love, even on the days when we aren’t our best”

“i had a privileged life, and i got lucky, and i’m unhappy”

“if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.”

“i don’t go to the gym because i’m self conscious about my body, but i’m self conscious about my body because i don’t go to the gym.”

“part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of me needs you, part of me fears you.”

“i don’t think that i can handle this right now”

“come watch the skinny kid when a steadily declining mental health and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself”

“i know i’m not a doctor, i’m a pussy, i put on a silly show. i should probably just shut up and do my job so here i go.”

“you can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme, and it they still don’t understand you, then you run it one more time.”

“thank you, goodnight, i hope you’re happy.”

“on a scale from one to zero, are you happy?”

“what the fuck kind of question is am i happy?”

“i really wanna try to get happy. and i think that i could get it if i didn’t always panic every time i’m unhappy.”

“oh god my dad was right.”

“so if you know or ever knew how to be happy, on a scale of one to two now, are you happy?”

“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”

“hey look ma, i made it, are you happy?”

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New Year's Kiss [Sam Version]

“Jesus that was a shitload of food” you said, falling on the couch next to a sprawled out Sam, waiting for the countdown from the TV, barely minutes before the year changed.

“You tell me” he huffed out and brushed his hair backwards with his fingers. “so tell me, y/n. You happy with your year?” He sat up a bit, body turning to you as his arm fell on the back of the couch.

“You mean before or after the darkness came and nearly wiped the sun off the map?” Sam chuckled, slightly tipsy. “it was okay. I had you two which is always a blessing -”

“And a curse” you backhanded his stomach playfully making him chuckle lightly

“Shut up. Seriously. But I do wish one more thing happened.” You stated and Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Really? What?”


“Nothing special, really” you smiled


“What is it?”


“I’m telling you Sam, it was nothing. ”


“Fine” he huffed and rolled his eyes.




“Oh fuck it” you leaned to him, framed his face with your hands and placed your lips harshly, yet tenderly on his.

Shocked he didn’t respond at first.


People celebrated on TV and you, rejected and sad tried to pull away.

Sam, however, didn’t let you. He grabbed your hips and placed you on his lap, holding your face to him. You both smiled in the kiss, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“Well I guess 2016 wasn’t that bad, was it”

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Thoroughly Consumed [1/3]

summary:  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.”

“Oh, I am,” Kuramochi deadpans.

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@advancedspyandassassin “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.

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  • Bro: You get offended too easily!!!
  • Me: body hair isn't shameful and disgusting, and one has no right to tell their partner what to do with their own body.
  • Bro: FUCKING FEMINAZIS!!!!!11!!1!!1! YOU'RE A DIRTY HAIRY ARMPIT LESBIAN!111!1!111 SHUT UP AND TAKE A JOOOOOOOOKE1!!!!11!!!1!!!!1!!1!1111!
  • Me: *looks at the camera like I'm on The Office*

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.