bored again sigh

Stress Reliever

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1243

You walked into your bedroom and placed your laptop on your table before backing up and pulling on your hair in frustration. “Hey, there you are.” You heard behind you before you felt Jimin’s arms slide around your waist, hugging you from behind. As your back hit his bare chest, you sighed and rubbed his arms as you stared at your laptop. It displayed your homework assignment that was overdue by ten minutes. “What’s wrong, Jagi?” He asked, concerned with how upset you were. You sighed again, pulling out of his grip.

“Nothing. Just school.” You admitted, changing from jeans into pajama pants. He sat at the chair in front of your laptop, staring at you.

“Sit on Oppa’s lap, baby.” He said, patting his lap. You smiled before making your way over to him and sitting on his lap. You directed your attention back to your homework and did the problem as Jimin rubbed your back and played with your hair, knowing you loved it. When you got upset because of another problem, he brushed your hair off your neck whispering, “Shhhh baby. Relax.” As he kissed your neck. You relaxed briefly before bringing your attention back to the problem at hand, shivering due to the cold. Jimin pulled on the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and putting his sweatshirt on you. You smiled at his caring actions. “Jagi, stop it. You’re stressing yourself out and I don’t like it.” He whined. You turned to look at him.

“Chim, I’m sorry. I just… I have to get this done, okay?” You brushed his hair to the side, kissing his forehead. He frowned, sighing, as you turned back around. He checked his phone, texting someone back before setting it on the table beside your laptop. He looked around the room, getting bored. You sighed again, raking your fingers through your hair.

Suddenly, Jimin got an idea. He smirked, pulling his sweatshirt off your shoulders and kissing the exposed skin gently. “Jimin.” You whined, moving your shoulders slightly. He smiled, gently biting your skin and unhooking your bra. “Yah! Jimin!” You yelled, holding your bra to your chest. Still not satisfied with your response, he slid his hand between your legs. Due to the fact that the pajama pants your were wearing were meant for guys, there was a big hole in the front that Jimin could slip his hand into. He did just that, pushing your panties to the side, and sliding a finger into you. “Jimin.” You whispered, causing him to add another finger. You closed your eyes and let your head drop back against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside you. “Chim, I have to do my homework.” You whispered.

He kissed your neck. “Do it in the morning.” He whispered back, rubbing slow circles into your clit. You shut your laptop, stood up, turned around, and swung your leg over him, straddling him. You  kissed him hard on the lips, grinding your hips on his. “Mmmm there’s my baby girl.” He said in a deep voice, smacking your ass. You whimpered at the harsh touch and moved to sucking purple marks into his neck. His head fell back as you continued grinding on him. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum.” He said through a strained voice, grabbing your hips and making you stop your motions. You smirked against his neck and pulled back to look at him. You let his sweatshirt drop to the floor and tossed your bra to the floor as well. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your breasts before he began sucking bruises into one of them. You took your chance, slowly rolling your hips on his once again, causing him to bite down. “That’s it.” He growled, picking you up, carrying you to your bed before throwing you down. He crawled on top of you, his face hovering over yours. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” His eyes drifted down your body as he slipped his hand into your pants once again, rubbing you over your black panties.

“Chim.” You moaned, jerking your hips up. He smirked at your reaction before leaning down and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Yes, baby?” He asked, deviously as he gently grazed his fingers over your underwear, studying your face.

“Take them off.” You begged. He wasted no time, grabbing the waistbands of your pants and underwear, jerking them both down. You kicked them off the rest of the way and bit your lip, anticipating what his next move was. He smiled, ghosting his hands over your naked body.

“You’re so beautiful, Jagi.” He whispered, biting his lip. You blushed and covered your face with your hands. This wasn’t the first time Jimin had seen you naked, but he always acted like it was. “Hey, stop.” He pulled your hands away from your face and kissed it all over, holding your hands down on either side of your head. “I love your face.” He smiled. You giggled before his smile faded away and lust filled his eyes. He leaned down, sucking on your neck. You pulled on the waistband of his sweats as he left bruises and faint bite marks on your neck. “Take them off, baby.” He mumbled against your skin as he continued, kissing, biting, and sucking. Without hesitating, you slipped your thumbs into his boxers and pushed them down along with his grey sweats. His erection sprang free, bouncing off his abs when the clothing was removed. Jimin kicked his boxers and sweats off the rest of the way as he pulled away from your neck. His hand sweetly caressed your face as he leaned down, softly kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled at the gestured before you felt him pushing himself into you. Your eyes shot open as you bit into your lip, watching him hover over you. His head was innocently tilted to the side, studying your expression. You moaned when he pulled out and pushed back in, coating himself with your wetness. When he thought he was sliding in smooth enough, he slammed into you.

“Jimin.” You moaned. He smirked, slamming into you again and again. He was gaining speed as he thrust into you, causing you to dig your nails into his shoulders.

“You like that baby?” He asked, getting a nod from you. “Huh? Tell Oppa, sweetheart, or I might stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” You blurted, “It feels so good.” Satisfied with your response, he continued. He pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder for a new position, hitting you in a more sensitive spot. You moaned loudly as he hit that spot over and over again relentlessly. You screamed his name as he slammed into you, hard.

“Babe, I’m-” He cut himself off with a groan of pleasure as he finished inside you. His thrusts became sloppy as rode his high out. He pulled out and immediately shoved his fingers into you. “I’m not letting you leave until you cum, baby girl.” He smiled, rubbing your clit. Your legs trembled as he got close to making you finish. You smiled at him before your orgasm hit. You squeezed the sheets tightly and moaned his name as you finished in his hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, smiling.

“Anything for my baby.” He hummed


Request: Derek sex on a plane or somethinggg?

Author’s Note: Someone asked for another Derek imagine so I picked this prompt c: This one is rather long. I added some backstory leading up to the smut. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Smut in the sky


“Get. In. There,” I grumbled, trying to shove my carry on into the overhead compartment. It certainly did not want to fit. It didn’t help that I was not very tall and couldn’t see into the compartment well or reach much of anything. So, here I was, shoving my bag fruitlessly and cursing under my breath.

“Need some help?” a deep voice asked from behind me. I turned to look at the source, my eyes landing on a tall, well-built man with black hair, green eyes, and dark scruff. His eyebrows were raised and a small smile was on his lips. I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I suppose if you think you can stuff it in there,” I told him, stepping aside. The man took my bag and placed in the compartment with ease, putting his own next to it. My lips pursed in slight annoyance at how simply he had been able to do that. “Thank you,” I mumbled, sighing and taking my seat. The man looked at his ticket and plopped next to me.

“No problem. I’m Derek,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it, finally offering a grin.

“Y/N,” I said. “Nice to meet you. So, we’re going to be sitting next to each other for this whole flight then?”

“Depends. Where are you getting off?” he asked casually.


“Then it looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other for this whole flight,” he said, gracing me with another smile that I gladly returned. “What brought you all the way here to Maine? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing in particular,” I explained, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s just a beautiful state and I love to visit. One of my old college friends lives here now so I thought I’d stop by for a visit. What about you?”

“Just getting away from things back home for awhile,” he told me, his tone slightly vague. “Thought I’d take a small vacation.”

“By yourself? No girlfriend, buddy, family to come with you?” Derek let a small chuckle and shook his head.

“I don’t mind being alone,” he said, his green eyes meeting mine. “Gives me time and space to think about things.” I nodded in agreement and pulled out my phone, taking care of a few loose ends before shutting it off for take off. Soon enough, the doors closed and a flight attendant grabbed an intercom radio to talk to us.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” she said happily. “And welcome to American Airlines. Today we are going to be taking off and making a brief stop in Chicago later this afternoon. We will have a small layover in Denver, and then be landing in California later tonight. Altogether this trip is going to take roughly 8 to 9 hours with our stops, but I promise we’ll have a good time together.” I sighed at the thought of such a long journey, tuning out as the attendant went on to talk about the safety features and precautions, explaining about the oxygen masks, and when they would be serving food, blah blah blah. My eyes were trained on the window, taking a last look at the gorgeous landscape outside.

“Have you flown much?” Derek’s voice rang in my ears, bringing me out of my daydream. I turned to face  him, buckling my belt when the sign flashed at me.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I said, a bit absentmindedly. “I’ve flown plenty of times. Nothing new.” Derek nodded at my words. “You?”

“Not too much,” he replied. “Just here and there really. I don’t like turbulence.”

“Me either,” I chuckled. “Always gives me a headache.” Derek and I continued to make small talk here and there, getting to know each other as the flight took off and we headed for Chicago. When I saw something cool out the window I would nudge his arm, pointing to show him. I couldn’t help but notice how great he smelled, his cologne tinting my nose as he leaned over me. And his jaw line was magnificent. I could run my tongue over it all day. 

The attendants served us some lunch just before we landed in Chicago, and Derek and I made cheesy jokes about airline food, both of us laughing obnoxiously. When we landed, I turned to Derek, a bored expression on my face.

“I hate this part,” I said. “It’s always so boring sitting here waiting for people to change flights.”

“We could start a movie if you want?” he offered, gesturing to the little tv screens in the backs of the seats in front of us. I shrugged, an intrigued expression on my face.

“Yeah, alright.” Derek and I scrolled through the options, trying to decided which one would be better. 

“Airlines need a better selection,” he mumbled quietly. I let out a small laugh, looking at him as he studied the options studiously.

“What kind of movies do you like?”

“Sports movies mostly,” he said. “Especially about baseball or basketball.” Unfortunately, there were no sports movies to pick from. We ended up settling on some flick we’d never heard of about a man going through some kind of midlife crisis and trying to feel young again and get his life together. The plane had taken off again and we were heading for Denver. When the cart came by with snacks, Derek and I both took a bag of peanuts. I munched absently, my eyes on the screen.

“I bet I could totally make it in your mouth,” I said, catching him off guard.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his eyes widening and a small grin on his lips. I laughed loudly, earning a few annoyed looks.

“The peanuts!” I said. “I bet I could throw one in your mouth.”

“Challenge accepted,” Derek replied, leaning back a bit and parting his lips, giving me a good target. I took my time in aiming, trying to get just the right shot. I flung the peanut and it landed on his cheek, falling to his lap, making us giggle.

“Let me try again!” I insisted, excited now. “I can make it this time.”

“If you say so,” he teased.

“Assume the position, sports boy.” Derek wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I nudged him, a slight blush creeping on my cheeks. This time when I threw the peanut, Derek caught it. We lifted our hands in victory, letting out a small cheer.

As the flight went on, Derek and I continued to talk almost nonstop. A few hours later, dinner was served and we had another terrible movie playing on our screen. We laughed and joked and nudged each other. In fact, it was like we practically couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I didn’t mind that at all. After dinner, we quieted down a bit, fatigue hitting us both. I fell asleep for awhile and when I woke up, Derek was out, his breathing soft and even. I took this opportunity to study him a bit closer. His skin, from what I could see, was relatively tan. His dark hair was a little rumpled, but it looked soft, something I could definitely run my hands through. His stubble complimented him well, the small hairs twisting deliciously over his jaw. His arms and chest were very muscular, practically making my mouth water just thinking about he would look like shirtless.

“You’re staring,” Derek mumbled, his eyes still closed. I blushed and pulled back a bit.

“How can you tell?” I asked, slight disbelief in my voice. “Your eyes are closed.” His lips curved upward into a small smirk, sending a jolt through my body.

“I can always tell when a beautiful woman’s eyes are on me,” he said, looking at me now. I blushed a bit, but rolled my eyes.

“That was lame.”

“You know you liked it,” he breathed, stretching out a bit. We started to descend toward Denver and I sighed. Sitting so long was taking a toll on my joints.

“I need to get up and stretch,” I grumbled, buckling my belt as the sign came on.

“I could help with that,” I heard Derek say. I could nearly hear the smirk in his voice. I met his eyes with a look of my own.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Derek’s smirk turned into a smile and I looked out the window as we landed. We waited as people changed flights, my leg bouncing from boredom. I was happy when we finally took off again. The sun had gone down and it was rather late, but we were on the home stretch now. I was excited to get back to my own bed, but I also didn’t like the idea of having to leave this wonderful man that I had only just met. “I’m bored again,” I sighed.

“We’ll land in about an hour so,” Derek told me, offering a tiny smile that I could barely make out in the darkness of the cabin. “Another movie?” I shook my head. “I have an idea of how to pass the time,” he suggested, a smirk on his lips yet again. It sounded like a joke, but maybe the offer was really there.

“Alright, sports boy,” I said, my hand landing on Derek’s thigh. I saw his brows raise. I leaned my body over to whisper in his ear, my fingers running up his leg. “Bathroom. Two minutes.” I nipped at his earlobe, earning a small gasp. I stood up and headed for the bathroom, chancing a look over my shoulder at him. I closed the door and waited, wondering if he would actually come. Sure enough, a few minutes later the door was sliding open and Derek was slipping in.

“Challenge accepted,” he said quietly. I smiled up at him seductively, my hands running up his chest to rest behind his neck.

“I didn’t know if you would come,” I admitted. Derek’s hands slipped onto my hips.

“I offered to help you stretch, didn’t I?” His tone was playful. My lips were hovering over his and I was sure my heart was gonna beat right out of my chest. “How flexible are you?” His voice had dropped even lower than usual, sending heat through my body.

“Very,” I whispered, just before pressing my lips to his in a heated kiss. Derek tasted like mint and the outdoors. I moaned softly as his tongue made it’s way into my mouth, dominating my own. My fingers ran through his dark hair, tugging on it to bring him closer in the tiny space. I could feel his grip on me tightening, turning me on even more. Derek’s hands moved to my ass, squeezing it roughly. He lifted me up onto the small counter so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His lips headed toward my neck, biting and suck my skin, making me moan his name.

“Gotta be quiet, babe,” he husked in my ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell. I bit my lip harshly to keep in my noises. “Think you can do that for me?’

“Fuck,” I breathed, his hand moving to cup my breast under my shirt. “Yes.”

“Good.” Derek was back to kissing my skin, lifting my shirt up and pulling my bra down so he could free my breasts. I held onto his hair tightly as he licked and sucked at my nipples playfully. He was driving me crazy with me.

“Come on, Derek,” I whined softly. I felt him chuckle at me, moving back up to my lips. I kissed him furiously, pulling his waist to mine to feel his bulge press against me. His fingers were already working on the button of my jeans, mine on his. I yanked them down, along with his boxers, and took his hard length into my palm. Derek let a small growl against my mouth and I bit his lip lightly, my hand pumping him quickly. My jeans were practically ripped off, falling to my ankles, leaving me in to my black lace thong.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he breathed, looking down. I let a sexy smile grace my swollen lips, moving to kiss his neck. Derek’s hands pulled down my underwear and I felt his fingers run up and down my center. “You’re so wet.” His voice was low and dangerous. I bit back a gasp as he pushed two fingers into me, pumping them slowly. The nails of my free hand dug into the skin of his shoulder through his shirt.

“Fuck me already,” I whispered in his ear, need filling my voice. Derek growled again and removed his hand, placing himself at my entrance. I had to bit his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly as he began to thrust into me, his hands digging into the flesh of my hips to keep me in place.  “Oh my god,” I breathed, my head falling back.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” Derek groaned, his eyes closed in pleasure. His pace picked up and he was practically slamming into me now. My fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him close to me and I began to build up. My feet dug into Derek’s thighs, encouraging him further. He brought a hand to rub my clit furiously, tossing me over the edge. I clenched around him, trying not to scream out his name as bliss coursed through my veins. Once I was back to Earth, I pushed Derek away from me, jumping from the counter and dropping to my knees the best I could. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth. Derek tangled a hand in my hair as I bobbed up and down his length quickly, wanting to get him off. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, head falling back and eyes closed. I felt him twitch in my mouth and then he was releasing down my throat, curses falling from his beautiful mouth. I removed my lips with a pop and stood up. 

“That was fantastic,” I told him. We were both still breathing heavily.

“Hell yeah it was,” Derek agreed. “Good idea.” He shot me a wink and I couldn’t help but blush a bit. We fixed our clothes quickly and he left first. I waited a few minutes before walking out as well, sitting back in my seat. Derek was smiling like an idiot.

“Your hair is all messed up,” I told him, reaching over to try and fix it for him. He chuckled.

“Mine? You should see yours,” he replied, tucking some strands behind my ear. “We smell like sex, you know.” I let out a laugh.

“Good thing it’s dark so people don’t have to see us until we land,” I said. It silent for a bit and I turned to look out the window, the lights of cities illuminated below us. I felt Derek’s fingers lace with mine and a small smile came to my lips.

“I’d like to be able to see you again,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. I turned to look in his eyes, a hint of sadness mirrored in my own.

“I would like that, too.” We both knew it probably wouldn’t happen, but we could hope, right?

“What part of California are you from?” he asked softly, moving to look out the window with me again.

“I just moved actually,” I started. How did we not get to this before? “A town called Beacon Hills.”

“You’re kidding,” Derek replied, sitting up and staring right at me. His mouth was open a bit, his eyes wide. I furrowed my brow and shook my head.

“No, I just got a new job over there. Why?” My tone was cautious. A huge smile spread on his face.

“I live in Beacon Hills. Have all my life,” he said excitedly. My jaw dropped and I let out a laugh.

“What are the freaking chances!” I nearly yelled. Derek and I stayed that way for several moments, just grinning at each other, our hands still intertwined. 

“This is crazy,” he mumbled, shaking his head. I nodded my agreement. Excitement taking over, I leaned forward and pulled Derek’s lips to mine in a sweet kiss. 

Our plane landed soon, Derek and I both still ecstatic. He helped me with my carry on again and we walked off the plane together, his hand on my waist the whole time. We went down to baggage and got our things, heading for the exit.

“You know, my car is here in a holding lot,” he said, stopping to look at me. Our eyes were twinkling at each other. “Why don’t you let me give you a ride home?” He pulled my body to his. 

“I’d love that,” I replied, smiling up Derek’s happy expression. He leaned down and kissed me again before taking my hand and leading me out to his car.

Don’t Trust Me >> Suga, You

Sinking in his chair, eyes staring at the table in front of him, at the phone over it that hadn’t been ringing for weeks. Yoongi had been thinking whether he should move his muscles to get to the phone or not.

His studio’s door swung open and Jimin peeked inside the room, seeing his Hyung staring at his phone, again. Jimin saw him many time spacing out and just staring at his phone for the past two weeks.

Feeling sorry, for his Hyung, Jimin entered the room and closed the door behind him quietly.

“Just call her.” Jimin said, grabbing the chair in the corner and sat on it. Yoongi looked up at him, bored, and Jimin sighed again repeated himself. “Call her. You miss her, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, straightening his back as he pulled his chair toward his desk, writing down some words in his notebook. “I was thinking of lyrics.”

“Yeah, right.” Jimin snorted, rolling his eyes. “You have been staring at your phone for days. If you miss her, call her. She won’t call if you don’t call her first.”

“Jimin… Please, I’m tired.” He said, rubbing his temple. He hadn’t slept for days and just sleep wouldn’t come to him as his mind wouldn’t stop thinking.

“Hyung, you know…” Yoongi looked at Jimin who took a deep breath before continuing. “You changed… I know how boring you are off stage, but you changed… Your smile never left your face the past few months and I think it is because of Y/N.”

Yoongi didn’t give him any response and looked away.

“She’s the only one who made you smile like an idiot, Hyung.” Jimin said, lastly, hoping that Yoongi would understand what he meant and stood, walking toward the door and outside.    

Ignoring him, Yoongi continued writing down some random words that made no sense. ‘High.’ 'Dream.’ 'Fake’ 'scream’ 'love’ love, love, love….

He groaned and crumpled the paper into a sphere before throwing it at the wall. It crashed into the wall and dropped on the floor.

Yoongi never believed in those feelings. Those feelings were useless and fake, nothing of it was true and love never was this dreamy kind of feelings to him. It was just pain and hurt. He made it clear that he would never feel them, whatsoever, so what was wrong with you….

With him….  

Why were you making it hard for him?

Why was he making it hard for both of you?

You were happy before…

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Hi! (: Could you possibly do a Zack imagine/smut where he ends up making you squirt on his couch somehow and you get really embarrassed and Zack thinks it’s the hottest thing and ends up making you do it again?

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Sitting next to my boyfriend, watching Netflix, cuddling in a little blanket is sometimes all someone needs. Today was not one of those days. I looked over at Zack, and he was staring at the TV, mindlessly chewing on popcorn. “Zack?” I asked him, trying to grab his attention.

“Hmm?” he responded, not looking away.

“I’m bored.”

“Then watch the movie.” He didn’t turn away from the TV as he spoke.

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“Y/N,” he mimicked me.

“Hey, you know what you should do?”

“Watch the movie?”

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High school Korrasami AU if you're still taking them, please? Korra breaks her ankle playing soccer, and Asami goes into super-protective girlfriend mode, fussing over Korra, helping her to class, and keeping her occupied while she heals.

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I’ve followed you guys for a while reading stories but never wrote my own story until I seen this request posted here:
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magical healing cock fic: 3.4k, very nsfw, inspired by this tumblr post.


“You gotta be shitting me,” Dean says.

Cas just stares at him. The kitchen tries valiantly to fill the silence, the lights humming overhead and the fridge kicking on with a dull rattle. Dean leans back against the counter, poking a bag of chips with his elbow. Finally, Cas crosses his arms and says, “No, I’m not… shitting you.”

“Cas, you – you.” Sighing, Dean rubs his hand over his face. “That’s crazy.”

“The Mark is evil,” Cas says gravely, which – yeah. Dean already knows that, thanks. “We can’t do anything about its taint, not unless we find a cure, but the side effects –”

“I’m fine.”

“– anger, anxiety, irritability, irrationality –”


“– insomnia, restlessness, mood swings, violent tendencies –”

“Okay, okay,” Dean says quickly. “I know I haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine, but I don’t see how that –” Dean waves his hand around; he can’t make himself say it, not to Cas “– is gonna help.”

“Orgasms are relaxing,” Cas says, deadpan as anything. Dean’s brain short-circuits for a second, like it can’t decide if it wants to be embarrassed or turned on. “They release endorphins, prolactin, oxytocin –”

“Okay, Bill Nye. That’s enough boring science talk.” Sighing again, Dean glances around the kitchen so he doesn’t have to look Cas in the eye. This might be the most awkward conversation he’s ever had, and he gave the sex talk to Sam and Ben.

“Dean, I –”

“Look, if you really think it’ll help, I’ll just – you know –” Dean makes half a rude gesture “– a couple times a week, and –”

“You haven’t been.”

That’s true; Dean hasn’t been. Probably hasn’t in about a month. However: “How the hell do you know that? Are you – we talked about this. You can’t just snoop in people’s brains.”

Cas has the nerve to look offended. “I haven’t snooped. Your brother suspects –”

“You talked to Sam?”

“Well, I couldn’t talk to you,” Cas snaps. “You’ve never been forthcoming, but recently – you refuse to have a serious conversation about anything.”

More silence: Dean deflates a little, nudged off-balance by the soft, sad downturn of Cas’ mouth. He knows he’s been kind of a dick the last few months; he’s just so tired of all this Cain bullshit. He’s tired of the constant slow burn on his arm, and he’s tired of Sam and Cas watching him like he’s going to snap and pull a Jack Torrance at any minute. As ridiculous as the idea sounds, Cas is only trying to help.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean says. “Okay.”

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Sherlock X Reader (4/16)

Ummmmm okay so a couple announcements i guess?

-I know this chapter is short I am currently typing the next one and hope to have it out very very soon. like 2-24 hours.

-I am hoping for this fic to be about 10-13 parts long with maybe a couple bonus parts in between.??.

-I have literally no plan for this fic because I never thought anyone would read it so sorry. The only thing i know is that around part 6 or 7 it will follow the plot of S3E3 similar to the first chapter. (i’m actually pretty excited to write that)

-Let me know if there are any grammar mistakes. (I make those often)

-Thank you so much for actually reading these. I love you.

Words: 600+

Warnings: None

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3


—————-Sherlock’s POV—————-

Sherlock was just walking out of Scotland yard, cursing Gary for asking to many questions. 

Nothing on this ‘Selena’. Who is she?

Sherlock didn’t like not knowing, especially when it was about you. . He was a bit obsessed. It had been a couple days since he last saw you at the clinic. He was dying to see you again but according to Mrs. Hudson, he would have seemed 'too desperate’. He rolled his eyes at the thought and walked down the street making his way home.

Why were there no files on Selena? I looked in everything relating to (Y/N) without intruding in on her personal life but, nothing. Selena didn’t exist. It didn’t help I didn’t have a last name. Maybe she’s under a different name maybe I shou-

His thoughts were interrupted by a text message alert.


Hey, long time no see. How have you been?



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Philinda Wild and Wet Weekend: water guns

With a heavy sigh Phil sat down on the sun lounge next to the one that wife occupied. “I’m bored,” he said.

Melinda flipped a page in her magazine. Something about tech and planes. “You brought us here,” she said without glancing up.

“Bad idea.” He sighed again. “This seemed so much more fun in my fake memories.”

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