they obviously did something today

  • parents: what did you do today
  • me: nothing
  • me: to be frank i did many things but you and I both know that you know very little about my interests and I know that you don't particularly care to learn about them and I don't have the mental capability to put up with you dismissing the things that make me happy so for the sake of brevity and my emotional well being: i did nothing
Monsta X reaction when you sit on their lap and call them ‘oppa’ for the first time (boyfriend ver.)


You tiptoe quietly from behind, when you see Shownu sitting on bench in the gym. His grey sleeveless shirt is covered with sweat but you didn’t care as you take a quick slide to his lap.

“Good morning, oppa” You greet him cheerfully, your arms wrap around his neck. It’s a first for you to do that to him, but it just feels so… right. 

He sits still, trying to process that you had called him ‘oppa’, and he couldn’t help but to show a shy grin. 

“Oppa?” You tease him once more, making him more quieter than before.

“You’re early for gym” You say, ignoring his no response as you get a lot closer to him. He moves back, “I… sweat, don’t get near me” He reasons, afraid that he would kiss your irresistible lips in front of people.

“Sorry, I really.. don’t want you to smell bad” 

“Oh,” You mutter, your smile slowly turn into a sly smirk. “Okay then” You quickly peck his thick lips instead, before leaving him with your last tease.

“I’ll get you later…” He whispers to himself, smirking, as he starts to work out more.


“Oh my God, why did he do that, that’s so dumb” Wonho pretty much comments on every single shows he watches on TV. You sigh, trying to ignore him.

“Look at that, the guy should’ve move to that side” His index finger points on the TV, finally snapping your last thread of patience.

You face him, placing your sweet smile on your face. It wasn’t a fake one, when every time you look at him, you would always smile naturally.

Wonho oppa” You uses the term for the first time, trying if it would work for him. And it did.

His head turns immediately to you, curious at what your next move is. 

Your body moves closer to him and then sits on his lap. 

“Wonho oppa, please,” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Please be quiet” 

Wonho’s expression stay calm as he smiles while looking at you, muttering no words. His eyes made you stop whatever you were going to say next. 

“I’ll be quiet” He whispers into your ear, a little too sensually. You back away from him, awkwardly smiling. “Thank… you?” You suddenly feel lost, for how easy it was to shut him up. 

You get up from him, regretting what you had done.

“You know I probably won’t even watch the TV if you keep doing that to me” He says loudly when he sees you running away, blushing.


“Minhyuk!” You call him excitedly, when you see him alone at the dance studio. He smiles back, his perfect teeth showing to you, 

“Good morning, oppa!” You say as you stop infront of him, His head look up to see you, suddenly feeling happier when you called him ‘oppa’. 

“Good morning” He replies you back, unconsciously making you sit on his lap. He gets a little heart attack when he sees you on his lap, but his eyes shows playfulness.

“Did something good happen today?” He asks, obviously confuse at your sudden action. You didn’t answer him, but your arm wraps around his neck gently.

“There’s definitely something going on here” His eyes look at your arms before they lay back on your face. 

“I just miss you, that’s all” You say, your eyes focus on his thin lips, as you lean it quickly to kiss him. His lips form a smile, wanting more of yours.

“Anyway,” Your lips part with his, making him let out a small whine. “I have to go now, oppa” You say, running off to outside, making him dumbfounded.

“She’s really something…” He says, licking his lips.


“Why does this coke taste like… soy sauce?” You hear Kihyun’s angry yell to you, before you giggle like a kid.

“I’m sorry, what?” You act oblivious, making Kihyun more frustrated. His hand lift the cup he’s holding, still not moving from the couch. 

“This” He points out, his nose scrunches in annoyance. 

“I don’t understand, oppa” You smile innocently, seeing him pause for a short while. 

“Did you just say –”

“Say what, oppa?” You go near him, sitting on his lap. He gets startle, his arms moves away from your body contact. You smile wider, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What are you trying to do?” He manage to ask, even though he’s actually panicking.

“Nothing,” You kiss his lips, tasting the soy sauce on your lips. “I guess it is soy sauce, I prank you well, right oppa?” You playfully say, jumping off from him.

“Be glad that you look cute right now, or else I would’ve prank you back” Kihyun mutters, seeing you run back to your room.


You see Hyungwon sleeping on your couch, probably bored from watching the TV. You smile giddily looking at his perfect side profile, taking a few minutes to take in the view before you had to wake him up.

“Hyungwon…” You shake his body lightly, gaining nothing from him. 

“Hyungwon oppa” You shake him again, slowly hearing his soft murmur from sleep. “Oppa, wake up”

He finally stirs from his sleep, his eyes opens dreamily, seeing you smiling at him. “Wake up, oppa” 

Hyungwon rubs his eyes, his mind wander at you calling ‘oppa’ for the first time. He suddenly feels a light weight on his lap, feeling arms around his neck. 

His eyes fully flutter open, his cheeks flush red as he try to compose himself calmly.

“W-What are you doing?” His voice cracks, making you chuckle. He grows more embarrassed, but seeing you there on his lap is making him happy. 

“You need to wake up, the boys are coming soon” You tell him, staring at his plump lips. “They’ll scold you if they see you sleeping” Your arms wrap closer around his neck, letting your lips kiss his softly.

“So come on, get up” You instruct, getting up from him, showing him your last sneaky smile before going to the kitchen.


You hear from a loud shriek from your living room, as you quickly jump off from your bed. Your feet brings you the living room, seeing Jooheon points at something.

“Kill that thing” He demands.

“But it’s just a bug” You say, blinking at him in disbelief. His arms flew up, his scared expression is still there.

“That’s the thing, it’s a bug!”

You roll your eyes, tapping your feet near the bug, making it fly off to somewhere far. “It’s still in this room!” Jooheon exclaims, as he moves himself at the far end of the sofa he’s sitting on.

“But oppa, it’s just a bug, it’s afraid of you” 

Oppa?” You knew he would change the topic, even his scared expression is gone. 

“Did you just call me ‘oppa’?” He asks you, but you only go towards him instead without saying anything. You let yourself sit on his lap, unaware of his panic face.

“Yes, I did” You say, wrapping your arms on his neck. He gulps, feeling awkward suddenly.

“Do you want me call you oppa more?” 

He slowly nods, while you smile. “Then,” You manage to kiss him red lips that’s visible to you. “Stop being scared of a bug” You tell him, grinning devilishly as you walk back to your room.


You and Changkyun are sitting quietly on the couch, your eyes are focusing on the magazine you are reading. You bit your lips, peeking at Changkyun that’s writing on his notebook.

You move closer to him, your leg bumps onto his. His eyebrow raises, but his eyes still focus on his book.

“Changkyun?” You call him, hoping that he would agree to go to your colleague’s birthday party with you.He makes no movement, no reply, because he knows what you are about to ask him.

You sigh quietly, before furrowing your eyebrow in determination. 

“Changkyun oppa” You call him again, finally gaining his attention. He closes his book, but his head looks to the front. You try to not get irritated by his playful acts.

Oppa” You say again, but moving yourself on his lap.

His face was expressionless, which frustrates you more. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at his lips that open slightly.

“You know what I’m about to ask –”

“I’ll go,” He cuts you off, with so far good words. “If you start calling me oppa from now on” He continues, his smirk plaster on his face. You waste no time to agree, kissing his lips for a second.

“Thank you, Changkyun –” You stands up, halting for a moment. “Changkyun oppa” You sheepishly say, leaving his lips feeling empty.

“I can’t believe she just leaves me like that…” 

Bad Day- Jimmy Darling Smut (AHS: Freakshow)

requested: yes (requests open)
-request: “Rough sex with Jimmy after he had a bad day at the freakshow?” -anon
type: smut
warnings: masturbation, 69, that’s pm it
summary: Jimmy comes back from the freak show pissed off about something, and you decide to try and make him feel better ;)
notes: hOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR 1200 FOLLOWERS???? I HAVE TONS OF DRAFTS EXPECT MORE SOON! ps I’m still looking for co owners shoot me a message if ur interested ;-) anyway hope you guys like this! xx
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You were lying in your and Jimmy’s bed, reading a book while you waited for him to come back to your tent. The freakshow started at 6:30 and only lasted about an hour and a half, which was good for you because this meant Jimmy only had to work for about 2 hours a day. And hopefully he’d be here soon, because to put it bluntly, you were horny, and you were wearing a new set of lingerie that he hadn’t seen before. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to you to see how much longer he’d be. 8:02. “Good,” you thought, “he should be here any minute now.”

Soon enough, you heard the tent’s door flap being peeled open and then closed again. Loud footsteps could be heard, and they were coming nearer. You casually continued reading your book, looking up only once you knew he was in your bedroom. You dropped your book on the bed and wrapped your arms around Jimmy’s neck. He hugged you back, but not as tightly as usual. It was kind of a half assed hug on his part if you were being honest. “How was work?” you asked once you pulled away from each other.

“Fine.” he replied shortly, walking to the dresser for his pajamas and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“Okay..” you mumbled unsurely. Normally Jimmy was in a good mood when he came home– he’d chatter away about the show that night, and the two of you could just have some alone time. “Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” Jimmy said, not even turning to face you.

“Well you’re obviously mad about somehing…Did something happen today?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Alright.” you responded with a sigh, “Well is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

He stopped his motions for a minute, and then slowly turned around to face you. “Get on the bed.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling an excited flip in your stomach. All that you were wearing over the lingerie was one of Jimmy’s button up shirts –which wasn’t uncommon, he loved seeing his favorite girl wearing his clothes– so he’d have a big surprise in store tonight.

You looked over towards the dresser, watching Jimmy as he finished shedding his clothes and began walking towards the bed. He climbed on top of you, resting his weight on his forearms. You gently reached up and popped open the first button of the shirt you had on, encouraging him. Now he was in nothing but his boxers, and you pretty much fully covered, considering the shirt went down to your thighs.

Jimmy smirked at your small gesture and started unbuttoning the rest of the shirt. He was having some trouble with it because of his hands, and you instantly felt bad that you didn’t just do it yourself. His face was a mix of frustration and ‘Why can’t I do anything right?’

“It’s okay, I got it.” you said softly. Once you got down to your stomach, he let out a “Fucking hell,” as he noticed what your were wearing underneath. You quickly finished unbuttoning the rest, and then shrugged the shirt off your shoulders, letting him see what you really wanted him to. You’d just bought the set earlier that week, and you had to admit, you looked fucking hot. The white lacy bra pushed your boobs up just right, and the matching thong made your ass look amazing. “Christ, Y/N,” he muttered, running his hand from your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, playing with the little pink bow in the middle of your bra. “You like?” you asked, a coy smile playing on your lips. 

“God, I love. You look gorgeous.”

“I think you’d like how I look without them on better, though, don’t you?” you asked, grinning a bit as you noticed the tent forming in his boxers. You reached your hand towards it and started gently rubbing his bulge to encourage him.

“Fuck yeah I would,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss your stomach before sliding your panties down your thighs.

“You want this off too?” you asked, slipping your fingers under your bra strap, figuring it’d save a lot of trouble for him if you took it off yourself. He nodded vigorously and stopped what he was doing to watch you unclip the back and then pull the material down your shoulders. He let out a quiet moan and immediately finished pulling your underwear down.

“God damn Y/N, you’re soaked.” Jimmy groaned as he pulled his boxers off. But to your surprise, instead of coming back on top of you, he sat himself on the other side of the bed. “I want you to touch yourself for me, baby doll.”

You raised your brows, and you could feel your cheeks flushing at his request. You slowly moved your hand down to your pussy, and started rubbing your clit, giving him a questioning look.

“Go on,” he said, biting his lip and starting to pump his cock as he watched you. “Spread your legs a little more.”

You were nervous at first, but you could tell how turned on watching you masturbate was making him. So, getting more confident, you pushed yourself up, spread your legs wider to give him a better view, and without warning, shoved two fingers inside yourself, glancing back at Jimmy and seeing him holding his breath in anticipation.

“Mm, fuck baby, I can’t wait to be inside that sweet little pussy of yours.”

“Then why don’t you come over here and fuck me already?” you asked, wanting that just as much as you could tell he did.

Jimmy smirked and came closer to you. “Not yet.”

You really liked this foreplay, but you were honestly so turned on that you just wanted him in you already. You closed your eyes, but they immediately shot open when you felt Jimmy pushing your hand away and then his tongue on your clit. “You didn’t think I was gonna fuck you without tasting you first, did you?”

You let out a loud, breathy moan, happy to have a new sensation bringing you even closer than you were. Jimmy’s hands held your thighs down firmly as he started started flicking his tongue in short, circular motions, knowing just what to do to drive you insane. One of his hands left its place on your thigh to start fingering you, and you knew he could tell you were close to cumming.

Right as you were about to hit your release, Jimmy pulled away and laid down on the bed. “Come here darlin’,” he mumbled, gesturing to his face, “I wanna 69.”

You gladly obliged, coming up to kiss him first, and then turning to straddle his face. You leaned down towards his hard member as he pulled you closer to his mouth, and immediately started his attack on your pussy again. You slowly licked his tip, teasing him as you wiped away the pearl of precum that had formed, before taking him in your mouth as far as you could. Jimmy let out the loudest moan you’d ever heard him make, and you immediately started bobbing your head on his dick. He was letting out soft whines every now and again, and you knew he was going to cum soon, too.

He switched from his mouth to his fingers, and you heard him say, “Oh God, Y/N I’m close,” but you kept going, wanting him to cum in your mouth. He let out a quiet, “Mm, that’s my girl.” before he started vigorously rubbing your clit, wanting you to cum soon as well. You moaned but kept sucking him off as your orgasm started, and Jimmy went back to his mouth to help you ride it out. The feeling of you moaning on his cock triggered Jimmy’s orgasm, and you could feel him bucking up towards you as you took your mouth off of him, but left your tongue on his tip, and started pumping him with your hand. Hot spurts of cum shot into your mouth and you slid your tongue over his tip once he was finished, making sure you got every last drop.

You felt extremely satisfied, and you could feel your pussy tingling from your climax. You climbed off of Jimmy, and smirked as you got under the covers and cuddled up to him. “Was that good?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your back and squeezing your ass.

“Good? Are you kidding? I think that might’ve been the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“You never listen do you?” Hissed Sherlock as he strode to Irene, furious, “I told you to stay put, and of course you chose to run after him! You could’ve –”

“I could’ve what!” She interjected, looking up at him in defiance, arms crossed and impatient.

“You could –”

“What, Sherlock! What is it that you’re insisting I could’ve done, because I honestly don’t think there was a single alternative that would’ve stopped him from getting away! ”

“You could’ve got yourself killed!” He yelled. Realising that he was now gripping her shoulders, their proximity alarming, he dropped his hands and turned around abruptly, striding out of the alley.

Another day, another trope in the FBI partners (formerly thief vs. agent) AU. Several days after the the undercover first kiss. Warning: rating at the end will be between Teen+ and Mature.


A few hours later, they were back at the headquarters, separately being angry at each other. Sherlock was in his office on the 19th floor whereas Irene ended up in a lift with John, who was carrying a box of files and clearly heading to the lower levels (i.e. opportunity for Irene to see the FBI archives and assess the security).

John cleared his throat and went, “So I heard about what happened today.” Irene gave him a quirked-eyebrow look. John chuckled, “I take it you two are always at each other’s throats?” “It’s not uncommon, no.” Then silence for a few minutes.

“He seems to like you, you know. Sherlock. That outburst today wasn’t because you didn’t follow orders. It was because he was scared. Of losing you.”

That evening Sherlock arrived at his flat and found Irene leaning against his door, waiting.

“I suppose I should be grateful that you didn’t just break in. If you could please move, I’d like to get inside.” Irene stepped aside and watched him turn his key, his brow was constricted and his jaw was set. He pushed the door open and stepped through. Irene swiftly slipped in behind him.

“Is there a reason you’re following me?” He asked, slight hint of bitterness in his tone.

“I thought we could talk about what happened today, as you obviously think I did something wrong.” Irene crossed her arms.

“You did. You completely ignored my order. Your job is to provide insight into the criminal mind, it is mine to chase them down and arrest them.”

“What difference does it make whether it is you or I who catches them, if it leads to the same result?”

“The difference, is that I am armed and trained to take them down, whereas you, run after them without thinking.” He clenched his teeth. (Sherlock was not being very reasonable here. Irene’s far from careless in her actions. The incident earlier that day just was a dangerous situation and he was worried.)

Their argument continued and was becoming increasingly heated when she snapped, “Well I don’t need a badge and a weapon to be able to do what I know is right. And I can take care of myself as I make my way in the world, Sherlock. I’ve been doing it for a long time.” She headed towards the door, her hand inches away from the handle.

“How would you know anything about what is right or wrong? You are a criminal. Your parents would’ve been proud if they were alive. Knowing that the daughter they raised is a professional thief and is taking foolish risks so that she can get herself killed just like they probably were.” (I should mention that no one knew Irene’s backstory or her real purpose for cooperating with the FBI. Not even Sherlock, despite having his suspicions.)

Everything in her halted, body and mind. She felt as if she had been slapped. She turned back to him, flames in her eyes.

“Wait, I.. I am sorry. Irene. I didn’t mean that.” He suddenly looked uncertain, all traces of anger leaving his eyes.

Irene: (Screw calm.)

“Irene.. I’m sorry. Please, could we –”

She swiftly closed the distance between them, her fist already swinging towards him. It made contact with his cheekbone and she ignored the pain spreading through her hand. She allowed the anger and hate and pain that she was feeling to drive her as she continued to throw punches at him.

Sherlock grabbed one of her wrists trying to stop her. Irene drove the elbow of her other arm into his stomach. Air was driven from his lungs as he groaned. She freed her wrist and continued her assault.

He blocked her right fist. But when her left followed up, not only did he misguide it past his torso, his own hand also made an instinctual offensive move, swinging towards her.

He realised what he was doing and opened his fist, the instant before contact, a last-second attempt at lessening the blow. But she stumbled back a step, pain spreading over her cheek.

“It was an accident!” He held up his palms, his expression genuinely apologetic.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Irene.” He warned.

She went at him again in fury. He was focused on stopping her throws, not noticing her leg sweeping under him. He did, however, manage to grip one of her wrists, pulling her down with him.

They hit the floor, and before Irene could react, Sherlock rolled and pinned her beneath him with his body weight, gripping her wrists above her head.

Both were breathing heavily as he looked straight at her while she struggled, his face inches from hers. “I am sorry.” He said firmly. She could see the sincerity in his eyes.. Along with something else.

After a few moments she could feel the hatred flowing away, with each passing second. Her brow relaxed and she stopped struggling to free her hands. She saw his eyes briefly glance down at her lips before returning to hers. She watched as his face slowly became closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

And then he was kissing her. Her hands slid out of his grip and trailed down until they were wrapped around his neck, holding him to her.

Sherlock pulled away first, heart rate accelerated, a growing panic in his eyes as they searched hers. He started to shift his weight off of her. Irene’s lips twitched in the beginning of a smile. Immediately she took hold of his shirt and brought him back, connecting their lips once again.

Emotions he could not identify were rushing to the surface of his mind, controlling his actions. Everything that he had previously ignored and pushed aside because he did not know how to deal with, was being unleashed. All he wanted to feel and could feel was her. Something inside him, something that had perhaps been there all along, was taking over.

She gripped tightly to him and rolled them so that she was straddling his waist.

Whatever was happening, it was electric and magnetic. Compulsive. He wasn’t sure if he had the strength to stop it. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He couldn’t recollect how, but at some point they managed to migrate from the floor, when soon what they were doing wasn’t enough. Far from enough. An ensuing frenzy led to buttons skittering across the floor, along with irritating pieces of clothing that formed the only remaining obstacles between them.

Her back hit a wall as he continued his assault on her neck, his hand gripping her waist, driven by an indescribable force.

It was as if an imaginary steel cord within him, one that had resisted and resisted against gradated tension, had finally snapped, and there was no hope of returning.

She pushed him back and they stumbled into the next room, twisting and turning, without breaking contact. She felt the back of her knees hit something and fell backwards onto soft duvet. He fell with her, the vertigo sweeping them up once more.

Thank you to everyone who read, liked, and/or offered support for (via comments/tags) this universe :D Special thanks to @elinorx and her message box for welcoming the atom-by-atom construction and adding to the fun!

Seems my weak spot for crime/action (gunfire involved) Adlock is shared amongst fellow crew to a much greater extent than I’d thought. Cool.


SouRin Week: [ ᴅ ᴀ y - ѕ ɪ x ]

R o c k: Meeting the family

–I’ve read a lot of stuff about how Sousuke’s parents are mean, and sad stuff about Rin’s dad so… i like to think that, if Rin’s dad were alive, he would be a little shit competitive parent, and i’m pretty sure Sousuke’s dad is, well, maybe a little serious, but not mean, and also competitive. Both families get along pretty well, to the point they knew Sousuke would choose one of the Matsuoka siblings as his bride/groom.


yuri!!! on ice, victor pov

at the grand prix final in sochi, victor notices that new comer katsuki yuuri is off his game and wonders what threw him off his game


he watches the new comer (well, new comer to the final, he’s seen him around before at qualifiers, at worlds, though they’ve never said a word to each other), and he can’t help but wonder what happened in the time between the short program and today’s free skate.

because something obviously did to make the one who’d placed third not two days ago (after him and chris, of course) to completely fall apart now.

somehow he doesn’t think it’s the pressure of the competition. no, if it were, he’d have been a wreck from the beginning, but he’d seemed confident, if a bit timid, even for someone at his first grand prix final. so something must have happened, victor is sure.

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Me at Amell on any given day:

And then I remember, wait, this guy is incredibly kind and giving and thoughtful and talented and…

Yes, yes he does know there is more than being ridiculously good-looking. He hangs out with fans, he does charity work, he talks with everyone, he’s so nice!

He knows.

And then I get upset all over again because excuse you.