٠࣪⭑ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem reader ٠࣪⭑ summary: it's 2006 - you and wonwoo are better off as lovers ٠࣪⭑ genre: childhood friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, college au ٠࣪⭑ rating: explicit. minors do not interact with me, i'll block you. ٠࣪⭑ warnings: swearing, drinking, undefined relationships, mutual pining. idiots in love. my babies are flawed and that's okay because so are real people. reader and wonwoo are just stupid regular people who say and do stupid regular things, it is intentional, please love them anyway. they are both down bad. occasional use of pet names (baby & pretty), no use of y/n or other variations, plot and smut, mention of historical bullying, but nothing graphic or extreme. ٠࣪⭑ smut contents: gendered terms, kisses (lots), fingering (pussy + mouths), oral (f & m receiving), no condoms but reader is on BC, sloppy, soooo much hand holding, sex!!!!!, hickeys, neediness <333333, all in all they are quite soft and disgustingly into each other. if you think i've forgotten anything please let me know so i can fix my post! ٠࣪⭑ wc: 17.7k - complete ٠࣪⭑ a/n: this work is the main instalment from my series sorry every song's about you. it’s complete on its own and can be read without the others. there’s a prequel already posted, it’ll be linked at the end and can be found on the series masterlist linked above. you choose the order you want to read them in. future fics for this couple will be non-linear and feature different stages of their lives. the title comes from Fall Out Boy’s I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and all I got was this stupid song written about me. I have a playlist linked on the series masterlist if you happen to be into that. ٠࣪⭑ thank yous: to my loves, @100vern and @starlightkyeom– thank you for reading this in fragments, over and over again until i got it right. jewel again, thank you for the banner. i appreciate and love you both beyond belief. to @c-oupsie thank you for catching my errors and shouting at me about these two idiots in my dms, i love yelling, i appreciate you. to @daechwitatamic thank you for encouraging me, i appreciate you and your shouting too! to everyone who reads, thank you for coming to my little corner, i hope you enjoy this one.

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January 2006

Wonwoo got the last choice for film night. He’d put on some period drama to make up for the torture he put you through earlier (another horror movie), one that’ll make you cry very soon probably, and sets the re-filled popcorn bowl between your legs. You pass him a bottle that he opens with his teeth, because for some reason you always forget to bring an opener from the kitchen, and once you’re tucked up in the blanket, with his thigh pressed against the side of yours, it feels too wrong to move. 

FIRST OF ALL: i will NOT TOLERATE any kind of shrek slander, even if it's merely IMPLICIT by being associated with gross loser choi hansol. UNACCEPTABLE and i frankly should have stopped reading then on principle!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(second first of all, here's the cut because this got long)

cr. byeolhj

anyone else in here bone deep lonely and somewhat off in the head and ribs about it

12:04 am

bang chan x reader fluff, established relationship; approx. 500 words; warnings: foot massage

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It’s late. The hotel room is mostly quiet, save for the soft sounds of the television that plays in the background. You’re not really sure what’s on, some nature documentary, maybe. Neither of you are really watching it, anyway. 

You sit at one end of the couch, both of Chris’s feet in your lap. His skin is still soft from his shower. The adrenaline from the night’s concert has finally worn off, and things have calmed down as you wait for a text about the food you’d ordered earlier. 

He hisses as you press into a tight spot on the bottom of his foot. He’d gone into the concert knowing full well that he’d end up here by the end of the night—in so much pain he can barely stand, let alone walk—so you’d been prepared. His chronic pain is nothing new. But that doesn’t mean you don’t hate seeing him like this. 

“Sorry,” you apologize softly, easing up on the pressure just a bit. 

“Nah, it’s helping. Just-“ He inhales sharply through his teeth as you massage the inside of his foot. “Just fuckin’ sucks.”

“I know, baby.”

You reach into the box beside you and pull out one of the plastic-wrapped lidocaine patches you’d stolen from the group’s physical therapist. The patches aren’t very big, and you’ll need a few if you want to put them where they’ll be most effective. There’s three on his other foot already, and you know that this one is always worse. Thankfully, the box was full when you’d nabbed it. 

Gently, you use the pad of your thumb to smooth the patch onto his skin, right along the arch of his foot. Then, another just under his toes. Two on top across the bridge. One following the curve of his heel. When you’re satisfied, you pull a sock carefully over it all in hopes of keeping your hard work in place. 

Your hands come to rest on his socked feet and you watch him in the dim light of the bedside table and the tv, scrolling through his phone in a rare moment of relaxation. He’s got one arm folded behind his head, propping him up off the armrest of the small couch. His other hand rests against his chest, gripping his phone a little awkwardly. He really is beautiful, even with half of his face cast in shadows. It’s rare you get to study him like this, and you take the time to commit the moment to memory. 

“What?” he asks, eyes shifting from his phone screen to meet your own. He giggles nervously. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, squeezing his feet gently. “You’re pretty. That’s all.”

A shy smile blossoms on his lips, and he tilts his phone closer to his face to hide it. You squeeze his feet again, thumbs ghosting over the fabric of his socks. It’s nice to know you can still make him smile through the pain, even after years of knowing him. 

Your phone buzzes, signaling the arrival of your food. Chris moves to stand and you swat at his legs until he raises his hands in defeat. You’re taking care of him tonight. You’ll happily take care of him every night if he’d let you. 

UM GUYS. I JUST NOTICED A CRAZY ISSUE W THE TUMBLR UPDATE.

YOU CAN SEE THE ICONS OF ANONS SOMETIMES.

The way I was able to recognize several anons in one of my inboxes bc of this error. Oh my god. Guys. This isn’t supposed to happen.

Weighing in to say:

YES, I SEE THIS ON MOBILE. HOWEVER I DO **NOT** THINK IT'S SHOWING THE ANON'S REAL IDENTITY.

The profile pictures I see next to anon asks are profile pictures that belong to other, non-anon asks in my ask box also. Some info

I think the bug is the inbox INCORRECTLY attributing anons to neighboring, logged-in asks.

Which is still a bad bug! Considering it makes it look like a long-time follower of mine sent me a spam ask.

And is worse if, say, one of these was anon hate.

But it's NOT the anon's real identity. It's a neighboring ask asker's identity

So if you have anon hate in your inbox that looks like it's attributed to your dear friend, who sends you lovely asks all the time, it was Not them.

CONFIRMED THE BUG IS INCORRECT ATTRIBUTION.

Thanks @thepatchycat for being a test subject. As you can see the icon being attributed to this ask is NOT the patchy cat

The pictured icon belongs to @watchingforcomets who sent me a nice ask about nail polish yesterday which I have not yet answered!

Most infuriating part of writing is having an idea and thinking oh, this is gonna be so good and wanting to IMMEDIATELY share the vision with other people because it's gonna be good but then you start writing it down and - it is gonna be good. Except. It is also gonna take so, so, so long to finish. And in the meantime. You are the only one with The Vision. Alone. Losing your mind. 😭

15. But that was only the first surprise.

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter Warnings: Mild Violence, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Reference Abuse, Threats, Assistance with Bathing, Mild MxM.

pairing: officer changbin x femreader

genre: smut, angst, crime, s2l, slow burn (it's been over a week in story time, but surely it feels like ages - it does to me)

rating: 18+/M

summary: Set a year after the events of Catalyst, officer seo visits Jeju to see old friends and get away from the city. He meets a local and finds out that someone can see everything he's hiding.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: SEX (finally, right?), penetrative and protected, oral (kinda fem rec), fingering (kinda fem rec), kissing, swearing, coffee, lots of greenhouse work, sweat.

a/n: okay, plot is gonna plot i swear. any missed mistakes is all my fault because no beta (sad face).

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Chapter Five

Changbin considers a shower and change of clothes after his morning jog and check-in at the ferry pier, but though he knows little about plants and such, he figures a greenhouse, even in a Jeju winter, will be toasty. So changing feels senseless. 

The village is small enough that by this point, Changbin has a solid map of it in his head. He knows vaguely where your greenhouse is; a decent walk from the tea shop. He slips on a windbreaker, the wind doing its best to chill his skin, now damp with sweat from that long jog. He nods to the people he passes, not many, and most of them over the age of forty easily. He wonders what it’s like for you, to have grown up here with all your personal history and yet still seem removed. He’s interacted with locals, and you’re unique. 

Maybe it does have something to do with your time on the mainland, but he’s inclined to think that it’s just you. 

He can see you through the greenhouse wall, blurredly as it seems condensation coats the walls along with wear from use and time. Amadeus is lying outside and lifts his head when Changbin approaches. 

“No greenhouse for you?”

The dog looks blase. 

“Probably too hot with that fur coat, huh?” 

There’s a twitch in the muscle above Amadeus’s eye, an eyebrow raise of skepticism if one can use human traits for a dog. 

Did You Miss Me?

→ Summary: Chan surprises you when he comes home early from his trip, waking you in the sweetest way. But as the night unfolds, it becomes pretty clear that you’re definitely more than just roommates.

→ Prompts: #31. "Did you miss me?"

→ Warnings: unprotected sex, soft sex, oral (female receiving), body worship, praise, slight dry humping, chan is determined to show you how much he wants loves you, he like to call you pet names like dove, multiple orgasms, no real major warnings kinda just fluffy smut lol (wow how rare of me)

→ Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity @keopihaus @lapydiaries

→ Author Note: Thank you for requesting anon! Learn more about my mini requests here. Also a big thanks to Thea @yoongihan for beta editing this for me <3 As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3 divider credit

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SHREK 2001, dir. Andrew Adamson, Vicky Jenson

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life