#mr slicker

[michellemouse]

Mr. Slicker (Gallery)

[disabled-battlekukku]

Just a city slicker :)

[local-meme-lord]

Okay, I know it is supposed to be spooky season, but I need to share this on my main.because it both the most cute yet weirdest illustration from a purly in universe pov and I always remember it around this time.

Okay, this is it. On the surface, it's a very cute villain chirstmas get together.

But then you realize despite Donald being the warden, most of these guys are from Mickey universe even the lesser known ones [even catnip despite him being more of a bully than a harden criminal) . And for some reason Megavolt is only darkwing villain there.

Then you see Eil having a crush on Clarabelle, which is simply not the case, as he's merely using her.

And also Scuttle pushing Vulter.

Scuttle pushing freaking Vulter!

And yeah, the more you think about it the more it get weird. Especially with Jimmy just vibing on a gift

[churrothezanyrabbit]

I FORGOT TO POST THIS AUGH

COLOR SWAP WITH SLICKER AND YAN. MORT

tw slight s/h scars

THEY’RE SO CUTE

shush yes i have a trans hc for slicker shut yes he has boobies

[ha-cha-cha]

Mortimer doodles I made about 3 weeks ago as my first time practicing drawing him

[dalia1784]

I don't know what or where this convention is being held but I wanna go!!🤣

[slickedleccato]

[thatgeekwiththeclipons]

Happy 75th Birthday to 6x Emmy Winning, Grammy Nominated, Golden Globe Nominated, Tony Winning actor, comedian, writer Billy Crystal! ^__^

[dark-fics-4-you]

Crying in the Country Club | ch. III

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, strangling, choking, gaslighting, self harm (very, very brief and not a recurring thing), drug use, alcohol, age gap crush, obsessive thoughts, controlling behaviors, kinda baby trapping fantasies

You thought that you were imagining it at first, that your wishful daydreaming was making you see things, but after the fourth time you caught him staring at you, you knew that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Stretching out on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, you had chosen a light pink string bikini for the day, one that you had purchased with Rafe in mind. Your matching pink sunglasses helped you watch him without looking too conspicuous.

It wasn’t unusual for Mr. Cameron to do yard work, but considering the balmy heat, you were a bit surprised to see him trimming the grass and pulling up roots as you suntanned.

Much to your delight, he had opted to work shirtless, and you snuck peaks of his sweaty, muscular chest when he was looking away from you.

You were grateful as well that Charlie wasn’t even here today. After your golf game, Rafe had texted you, reminding you that their pool was open anytime you wanted.

Getting that text after such a close time with Mr. Cameron had almost made your heart explode. You were certain he was sending you signals that he was interested.

And with the number of times you had caught him sneaking glimpses of you, just today, you were feeling incredibly confident.

The sun warmed you and you felt a bit sleepy and you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

You so desperately wished that he would come up to you as you laid face down on the chair with your bikini top undone and pull off your skimpy bottoms before covering your mouth and stuffing his cock into you.

That thought had you squeezing your thighs together and you wondered if he would be able to tell how wet you were if he looked over at you right now.

Flipping over onto your back, you made sure your tits were covered by your bikini before relaxing. When you looked out across the lawn, you say him staring at you again, but he held your gaze for a few moments this time before turning back to the yard work.

A jolt of pleasure ran up your spine and you felt your bikini bottoms grow slicker when you had met his eyes.

Five times in one day couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Mr. Cameron was checking you out, and that thought alone made you feel so much more attracted to him.

You closed your eyes, wondering if he felt conflicted at all, considering his wife, but given how much time you had spent with them, you struggled to imagine that he had any real attachment to her.

He didn’t understand how much you could offer him, how much you wanted to give to him.

His family was a mess, that was true, but why should that stop you?

Once Rafe understood how much better you were than Rebecca, and how good you could be as the mother of his child, you were sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her for you.

You wanted so badly to give Rafe the family he deserved. Someone who would stay at home while he earned the family money, ready to bend to his every demand. Someone put together enough to handle raising a child that would actually amount to something.

But how could you make him see? Doing chores around his house was a good start. You wanted him to see you stepping up where his wife wouldn’t. And to be honest, you wanted Rebecca to feel threatened by the risk of you taking her place.

Rafe deserved someone who could give him all of the things that he needed in life. Someone who was pretty, young, and submissive to his every desire, completely unlike his current wife.

You despised thinking about the fact that they slept together. You hoped that they hadn’t in a long time since Charlie was born, and based on their attitudes towards each other, you thought that may have been the case.

Why would he even want her when you were so close?

At the sound of his deep voice coming from right beside you made you jump.

“How’s the suntanning today, kid?”

Your eyelids cracked opened to see him standing over your chair, and you quickly reached behind you back to tie your bikini top.

“You tell me,” you sweetly smiled as you sat up, pulling the string of your top a bit to the side to show off the contrast of your tan vs the line that had been covered.

His eyes followed your movements, but you swore you saw him also quickly glance at your chest, eyeing the way your perky tits threatened to spill out of the skimpy material.

He hummed in response, his adam’s apple bobbing before he cleared his throat, seemingly shaking himself out of a thought, “looks nice.”

“Thanks!” You beamed, reaching up to remove your sunglasses. “Are you still working on the lawn?”

“I was about to go inside actually, getting too hot out here,” he paused, considering his next words. “You wouldn’t want to share a drink with me before dinner, would you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure, shrugging as if you weren’t practically jumping out of your skin at his offer.

“Sure, that sounds great!”

After walking inside, you told him what you wanted before grabbed your bag and walking to Charlie’s room to change into shorts and a pink top that perfectly accentuated your cleavage.

When you walked back downstairs, Rafe was at the bar, mixing your drink and holding his glass of whiskey.

“Thanks, Mr. Cameron!” You took a seat at the bar across from him.

He chuckled at that and shook his head, “Y’know you don’t have to always call me ‘Mr. Cameron’, kid.”

“I know! That’s just what my dad taught me… Rafe.” You giggled as you emphasized his name. “It just feels more polite.”

Rafe finished pouring your drink out of the mixer, and you grabbed the cool glass when he passed it to you.

He watched as you brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a sip and enjoying the sweetness.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Mmm, it’s really good!” You took another sip, this time tasting more of the alcohol.

Your gaze landed on the sweating glass in Rafe’s hand.

“Could I try yours? I’ve never had whiskey before.”

He laughed, passing the glass to you and you put your cocktail down on the table.

“You’re probably not gonna like it kid.”

You shrugged with a smile before raising the glass to your mouth and taking a small sip.

Rafe was right.

The high alcohol content brought an immediate heat to your face, and the flavor made you gag a bit.

He laughed when your face contorted in disgust, “what did I tell ya?”

You quickly grabbed your sweet drink to wash the nasty flavor from your mouth before giggling.

“Oh my god, Rafe, how do you drink that stuff?” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not so bad. You get used to it after 35 years,” he chuckled, grabbing the glass when you passed it back to him.

You suddenly realized that Rebecca was absent. She was always the one who cooked around the house.

It was actually very odd that she hadn’t made an appearance today.

“Where’s Rebecca?” You casually asked, hoping he didn’t pick up on the nervousness in your voice.

Rafe frowned, looking at his drink for a moment before taking a swig.

“She hasn’t been feeling great.”

“Oh.”

“She’s upstairs sleeping, probably won’t even come down for dinner,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor, and you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

There was an awkward silence as Rafe seemed uncomfortably lost in thought. You were beginning to think that you had said something wrong, running over your conversation and thinking about all the ways you might have just fucked everything up, but then the moment passed as soon as it came, and Rafe was smiling at you again.

“So I guess that means cooking is up to us tonight, Y/N.”

You happily set to work with him after deciding on what to make for dinner, chicken pasta in a creamy red sauce.

Chopping the required veggies wasn’t difficult, although Rafe did have to step in to help you cut the onions when you got too teary eyed.

Washing your hands off at the sink gave you more opportunities to sneak peaks of him as he cut the chicken breasts into better portions.

You liked watching the skillful way he chopped up the meat and vegetables. There was something undeniably attractive about watching Mr. Cameron cook.

It wasn’t a sight you got to see very often considering Rebecca usually handled the meals.

Returning to your cutting board of veggies, you started cutting the tomatoes into chunks when a sick idea crossed your mind.

You only hesitated for a moment before placing your finger in the way of the knife’s path, careful to only nick yourself, but you still hissed in genuine pain when it sliced into your skin.

“Fuck-” you cursed, not even having to fake your reaction as your voice wobbled. “Mr. Cameron?”

You turned to him, showing him the cut on your finger as blood began dripping out of it. Tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Shit,” his arm came to your back as he led you to the kitchen sink, turning on the warm water and testing it for you first. “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushed to the bathroom as you let the water run over your finger, watching the crimson seep out from the cut. Your lower back tingled where he had touched you.

Rafe returned, grabbing your hand gently and examining it before wrapping the bandaid around your finger.

The close contact with him made your heart thump harder in your chest and your cheeks flushed when he looked into your eyes with a concerned look.

“Is that better?” His voice was quiet and tender, and you felt your heart melt a bit as he held your gaze.

“Yeah,” you responded breathlessly, leaning in just a little bit more.

Several moments passed where the two of your stared at each other in silence. Rafe’s pupils flicked down to your lips before finding your eyes again and a chill passed through you.

The air seemed to crackle with tension around you. Your heart was thundering in your chest.

Was this the right time to make a move? Hasn’t he been giving you signs all night?

Everything you had seen so far was undeniable.

He wanted you, and you were beginning to think that he wanted you to know that.

The sound of a door closing upstairs made both of you jump, and Rafe took a step back from you, clearing his throat as he turned away before twisting the knob on the stovetop back on and staring down at the pan.

“Rafe?” Rebecca’s voice called out as she descended the stairs.

You grabbed your cocktail, taking a large gulp to try to calm the anxiety that was quickly spreading through your body.

“Yeah Becca, I’m in the kitchen. Making dinner with Y/N.” He responded, his head swiveling to the kitchen door when she entered.

“What time is it?” She asked, her voice shaking a bit before her eyes fell to you, examining your outfit.

You picked up your phone to check the time, “it’s 6:52.”

At that, you noticed her tense, and when she pathetically apologized for sleeping in so late, again, you had to bite back a giggle, keeping your face as neutral as possible.

It seemed Rebecca Cameron was slacking even more than you thought.

No wonder Rafe had been so obviously struggling to hold himself back.

In comparison to his mess of a wife, you must have seemed heaven sent.

Rebecca and Rafe exchanged an unreadable look for several seconds, but Rafe was the first one to interrupt the silence.

“Y/N, could you set the table? We’ll finish up dinner in here.” He didn’t break eye contact with his wife and you mumbled out an “okay, Mr. Cameron,” before grabbing a stack of plates, silverware, and napkins, and carrying them out of the kitchen.

As you set the dining room table, making places for four people in case Charlie showed up (though you doubted that would happen), you could just barely hear Rafe and Rebecca’s muffled voices from the kitchen. You strained to listen in to them and your eyes widened when you heard your name.

“I’m just saying, sometimes it seems like Y/N’s here more than Charlie is recently.”

There was a long pause.

“What are you saying, Becca?”

Another silence. You crept closer to the door to listen in.

“I mean, don’t you think it’s just a little strange that she’s not off hanging out with other college boys with Charlie more often?”

“We’ve always let her come over to use the pool if she wanted, the Y/L/N’s don’t have one,” Rafe replied with unfamiliar gruffness.

“She’s been walking around all summer in little- little fucking bikinis and short shorts, Rafe! I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Rafe scoffed before chucking humorously, “you slept in until almost 7 o’ clock today, Becca, I don’t think you’re really in the right state of mind to be making wild accusations like that.”

They were arguing about you!

Your pulse was racing with excitement. Was this the first time this had happened? Even Mrs. Cameron, who was an idiot, could see your flirtations with her husband.

You clearly made her insecure, and that thought alone made you feel incredibly gratified.

Their voices had quieted down so you sat at the dinner table waiting, and there was about a minute of hushed whispers, before Rafe finally stepped out of the kitchen.

Your heart fell when you saw what was clasped in his hands however.

“Hey kid,” Rafe nervously shifted on his feet, looking down at you before offering you the leftovers container with a generous serving of pasta inside. “Becca’s um- not feeling great again, you know how her illness can be. I think it’d be best if you went home now.”

You frowned, incredibly disappointed that Rebecca was robbing you of enjoying a meal with Rafe. You and him had worked hard on it together.

You had literally bled for it!

Not wanting to upset Rafe, although sure that his wife forcing you to leave had pissed him off, you reluctantly grabbed the container before standing up to leave.

You looked up at him, silently willing him to make a move, to tell you what he was really feeling, but his stoney face revealed nothing.

Gathering your backpack and purse, you said goodbye sadly before opening the front door and walking to your car.

You slapped the wheel in frustration, wiping away the angry tears falling past your lashes before pulling out of their driveway.

Rafe stood inside the house, watching you through the window as you drove off.

He sniffed, jaw ticking as he stalked back into the kitchen to find his wife.

Becca was still in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter looking frustrated, but she jumped a bit at his appearance.

“I sent Y/N home.” She could tell by his voice that his anger was simmering just beneath the surface and his words sent a pang of anxiety through her chest.

He walked past her to the empty counter space, pulling the bag of coke out of his pocket, arranging the white powder into a long line and leaning over to snort it.

Rafe stood up again, his twitchy knuckle rubbing under his nose to brush away any extra residue as he turned to her.

“Don’t fuckin say shit,” he snapped after her lips parted and she looked at him with a mix of fear and judgement.

The taller man approached her and with the counter behind her back and nowhere else to go, she shrunk in on herself as he harshly glared down at her. She knew that he’d only be more pissed off now.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t make me so goddamn miserable all the time.”

His hand shot out, gripping her small wrist tight and she cried out in pain as he looked down his nose at her in disgust.

Rafe never laid a hand on Rebecca in front of other people, which is why she had felt confident enough to talk back to him when she knew someone else was at home, when she assumed that she would be having dinner with her husband and another person.

But now she was so very alone.

He twisted her wrist painfully and she whimpered, tears quickly coming to her eyes. But her husband had much less sympathy for her tears than he did for yours.

“I’ve been getting really tired of your shit, Becca.”

She struggled against him, trying to escape his hold, but that only made him more engaged.

His large body caged her in, easily allowing him to wrap both of his hands around her throat.

Rebecca’s fearful eyes widened, and she managed to choke out his name before her cut off her wind pipe.

Rafe’s veiny fingers tightened around his wife’s throat, ignoring her as she desperately scratched at his hands and arms.

Her face grew more and more red as she hopelessly gasped for air. Rafe slammed the back of her head against the cabinets before throwing her to the ground.

Rebecca took a panting breath before sobbing in pain and cowering away from the blond, but he was just getting started.

“I don’t want you to bring up Y/N anymore.” His voice was scarily even. “I think your obsession with her is getting unhealthy.”

[michellemouse]

Biggy Doodle >_<

[michellemouse]

I don't even read the comics (I'm dangerous)... and I have a question.

Is it legal to be a Mickey Mouse fan even if I have never read the comics and be guided only by the series/movies and my instincts

People not knowing that Mortimer is Minnie's ex 😭 like how I'm supposed to teach you'll comic lore when you don't know the cartoon lore.

[local-meme-lord]

Let's goo

My guy been in jail for like 93 years for stealing some eggs

I will do the same one day

[churrothezanyrabbit]

DANGIT NOT AGAIN I KEEP DRAWING THIS STUPID CRACKSHIP

WHY

WHY

[michellemouse]

Verdad!! JSJSJSJSJSJ

Hay que estar preparados para lo que sea 🤣😎

(Btw, te quedo re bueno el diseño:00)

Slicker Rathole

I forgot that mortimer’s prototype character is going to the public domain until 2 years XD

[sandwitchstories]

Mistletoe and Idle Hands

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Blessed Yule, Happy Kwanza and a very joyful any other holiday I missed! May this season be filled with love, laughter, and light for all. And if it is not or if this season is hard for you, I am sending you a big hug and I hope this story brings you a little bit of joy. ❤️

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

WC: 1558

Summary: You and Kyojuro are at a Christmas Eve party at his best friend Tengens Uzui's house. A few glasses of eggnog in Kyojuro gets a case of idle hands and you are the only cure.

CW: MDNI, Smut, Christmas Smut, AFAB terms used to describe reader's body parts, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cream pie - Please see AO3 for a full list.

Divider by: @strangergraphics

The evening had started innocently enough. You and Kyojuro had gone to Tengen’s for a Christmas eve gathering. The eggnog to rum ratio was a little tipped in the latter’s favor, causing you to both have a buzz going. 

You were all sitting around the table drinking and talking when you felt Kyojuro’s hand slide under your skirt and up your thigh to rub his fingers against your center. You had to work hard to keep your face passive and bite back any sounds as his curious fingers discovered one of his presents a bit earlier than planned. 

Kyojuro kept a smile on his face and was active in the conversation even as his fingers worked between your folds, rubbing and teasing, making you get slicker by the second. You gave polite smiles and chuckled at the proper times, but your mind was clouded by the feeling of your husband’s fingers sliding into you.

You excused yourself to the restroom, needing to put yourself together before you came on his fingers right there in front of your coworkers and friends. A few moments later a knock came at the door and Kyojuro let himself in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

You met his eyes in the mirror as he locked the door behind him and moved to stand behind you. His large hands grabbed our hips and pressed his hard cock into you. You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze. 

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked, lowering his lips to press a kiss against the skin of your neck.

“What do you think, Mr. Idle Hands?” you arched an eyebrow at his reflection.

“I think,” he said, his hands moving to slide up your body, his thumbs catching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up to the top of your breasts, baring the swells barely contained by your Christmas themed bra. He pulled the cups under your breasts making them jut up slightly before he cupped them in his hands. “That there is something better we could be doing than listening to the others talk.”

“That’s not very good behavior as their guests,” you chided but made no moves to stop him as your hands held onto the counter you were pressed against.

“No, it’s not. But behaving badly doesn't sound so bad right now,” he said, mouthing your neck as his fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling on them until you whimpered softly and your eyes fluttered close. 

He nibbled up your neck to your ear, sucking and nipping on the lobe before taking a step back. His hands guided you to bend forward over the counter while he used a foot to spread your feet apart. His hands pulled your skirt up and rested it on your lower back so your ass and pussy were exposed. 

“You act like I’m incorrigible, and yet you’re the one wearing crotchless panties,” he said softly in your ear as his fingers slid up and down your slit. “So wet for me already.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you agreed, sucking on your bottom lip to keep from crying out when he slid two fingers into your sopping cunt. You tried to reply to him but his wicked fingers were hitting every single right spot in your gummy walls with practiced ease. ”These…ahhh… these were sup-posed to be your early Christmas pre-pre-present when we got home.”  

“I quite like them,” he grinned at you in the mirror. He smirked at you when your jaw went slack as he added a third finger to curl and scissor in your pulsing walls. “Quite.”

“Oh, fuck, Kyo,” you moaned softly. 

“That is a fabulous idea, my love,” he grinned at your words. He leaned slightly to mouth at your neck as he undid his pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. It sprung forward against you, the pre covered tip dragging across your flesh. 

He dragged the swollen head of his cock through your honeyed folds several times before he pressed in. He groaned softly against your skin as he fed you inch by inch until he bottomed out, so deep within you. His fingers dug into the plush of your hips as he ground against you. 

“Oh, gods, baby. So deep,” you said in a loud whisper, pressing your hips back into his. 

“That’s just the start, gorgeous,” he said, sucking a mark into your neck before he started moving. 

You kept his eye contact as he thrust in and out of you, savoring the feel of every inch of him dragging back and forth as his hips rocked. His hands moved to grip your swaying breasts, squeezing the globes in his hands. 

“You feel so good, Kyo,” you said, eyes fluttering as he thrust.

“So do you, my love, so do you,” his mouth turned hungry at your neck, teeth now joining his lips as he throbbed inside of you. 

You let out a small gasp when he yanked your thigh up onto the counter and he pressed you fully down on the counter. A hand fisted in your hair and the other slid under your raised thigh to rub at your clit in time with his hips. 

“Need you to cum for me, beautiful. Need to feel you fall apart on my cock. Can you do that for me, my love? Can you cum for me?” He asked in your ear, as if you had any choice in the matter. Kyojuro would not settle for less than you cumming before him. 

“Trying,” you answered, panting, eyes watering. 

“I’ve got you, my love, always,” he said, pulling out.

He quickly turned you around and put your bare ass on the counter. He yanked your hips forward and buried his cock inside you without a moment to spare. One hand moved for his thumb to be able to sway back and forth quickly over your clit while the other buried in your hair and pulled you close for a passionate kiss. 

You buried your hands in his flame colored hair and returned the passion in his kiss as you tried desperately to rock your hips into his. He hit that perfect spot that made your vision speckle and you limbs twitch, sending you over the edge. He swallowed your cries in the kiss, never stopping his thrusts as you came apart on his cock. 

“That’s it, my love. That’s it. So pretty when you cum for me,” he cooed, nipping at your lips. “Just- just a little longer. I’m almost there.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you pulled his head into the crook over your neck as he pinned your legs apart and picked up his speed. “Cum for me, Kyo. Fill me up, baby. Need it. Want it for my early Christmas present.”

“Well then, I could never deny my beloved a Christmas wish now could I?” he teased, kissing your shoulder. 

He sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, moaning against your flesh as you arched into him, pleasure coursing through your veins and making you clench on his cock. He came hard, slamming his hips into you and grinding against you as he filled you with his warm hot seed. You slumped against the mirror, holding his head against you as you both came down from your highs.

You let out a soft breath laugh when he lifted his head to kiss you gently, and you saw what a mess you had made of his hair. You could only imagine what your own looked like. You cupped his face and kissed him gently several times. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grinned, kissing you again. He tucked his cock back into his pants before helping you off the counter, and pulling your long skirt back into place. 

You turned to the mirror, fixing your bra and shirt, and trying to fix up your hair before you reached for the toilet paper only to have him grab your hand and stop you. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. 

“No need for that. We’ll be leaving now. Can’t be awake when Santa arrives,” he grinned, reaching for the door and unlocking it. He grabbed your hand and leaned forward to whisper in your ear as he opened the door. “I am quite turned on by the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

“You are so on the naughty list,” you huffed softly at him, praying you guys were able to make a quick exit as you felt the proof of your escapade slickening between your thighs. 

He laughed and pulled you close for another quick kiss. You pulled apart as you heard footsteps approaching. Tengen gave you guys a knowing smirk and pointed to the doorway above your heads. “Seems like that mistletoe did it’s job.”

“I think it was more the eggnog,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. 

“Is that so?” Tengen asked, turning to head back to where everyone was gathered. He glanced over his shoulder towards you both and said with a smirk as he walked away, “Well… I guess all I can say is that I sure hope you two and Santa don’t end up being the only ones coming tonight.”

[seongwars]

hiraeth | jeon wonwoo

model!wonwoo x veterinarian!reader genre: fluff, no real angst

I really want to start my wonwoo series but I have too many wips at the moment so this will have to suffice 😭

You and Wonwoo grew up as childhood friends and next-door neighbors in a small countryside town. You both dreamed of moving to the city—you to become a veterinarian and him to pursue a career as a photographer.

But tragedy struck when your sister and brother-in-law were killed in a car accident, leaving behind your baby niece. You decided to stay in your hometown, attending a local university to take care of your niece and grandmother. Meanwhile, Wonwoo moved to the city, where he was unexpectedly street-cast as a model and quickly rose to fame.

Your friendship falls apart when Wonwoo comes home for winter break, and you both get into a heated argument when he tells you that he's ashamed he grew up in a place like this and that you'd never be good enough to make it like he did.

That was the last time you'd ever spoken to him.

A decade later, Wonwoo unexpectedly returns home, shocking everyone. No one knows why, but the paparazzi and fans flood the town trying to figure out his whereabouts. Wonwoo tries to evade the paparazzi and his rabid fans and hides out in Mr. Kwon's barn.

Meanwhile you're helping Mr. Kwon find his missing cow, and it turns out she gave birth to a calf in a field. All is well until a bunch of cars speed by, potentially stressing out the cow and her calf. Stupid city slickers!

You return to the barn and find Wonwoo hiding. Obviously, you rebuff him but then point out he's covered in poop.

Later at dinner, his dad reveals that these rich developers keep coming to town trying to convince people to sell their land and there's lots of resistance from the locals. But they keep getting threatened by these city folk!

Oh and you're being romanced by Choi Seungcheol, your niece's gym teacher.

Wonwoo doesn't like that.

You and Wonwoo somehow always seem to cross paths. Whether its dropping your niece off at school or making a farm call, he always has on a dumb disguise.

The only person in town who seems thrilled about the sudden rise in tourism is the town head, Lee Jihoon. Because money.

Sometime later, your grandmother invites Wonwoo and his dad over for dinner, and lo and behold Choi Seungcheol is also there.

It turns out that Seungcheol is originally from the city but took the teaching job in the countryside because it was too competitive in the city. Sure, Jan.

You get an emergency call from Mr. Kim because his dog Kimja is having a difficult labor. You rush over, doing everything you can to help her. Despite your best efforts, Kimja doesn’t make it, and neither do the rest of the litter, except for one tiny, puppy.

Wonwoo, still awake, sees you coming home and you're a sobbing mess. He musters the courage to reach out to you, and you kind of just rant about how you did everything to try and help her and the rest of the litter but you failed.

"You did your best and that's all that matters."

You bury your face in his shoulder, unable to stop the tears. It’s been years since you’ve felt this defeated. As a veterinarian, you’ve faced so many challenges, but nothing like this. Never something so completely out of your control.

Wonwoo admits that he came home because he also felt like a failure. He was supposed to play the lead role in an up-and-coming movie by the famous director Yoon Jeonghan, but the project was put on hold due to Jeonghan's frustration with Wonwoo's inability to act convincingly as they looked for a new lead.

"He said I couldn't act my way out of a paper bag."

So, Wonwoo came home to reevaluate his life choices and decide if he could start over.

You tell him he absolutely can, that it's not too late. But that he shouldn't give up or let some city boy take his place.

"You're gonna let some city boy prove he's better than you? Go take back what's yours!"

You both reconcile and you go home.

The next day, those darn developers come back, and the townsfolk are out protesting. You, your grandma, your niece, Wonwoo, and his dad are all there, standing with the protestors.

One of the developers recognizes him, even with glasses, and mentions that his daughter is a big fan.

"Wonwoo? Famous? Nahhh," the townsfolk laugh, waving it off like the developer must have mistaken him for someone else.

The developers approach Wonwoo and attempt to sway him to their side. They want him to convince the town to sell their land so they can build their fancy golf course. But Wonwoo refuses outright because this is the place that raised him, and no amount of money or pressure can change that.

Using his star power, Wonwoo pulls every string he can to get the developers to back off. In the process, he uncovers a shocking twist: Turns out, Seungcheol was a spy for the developers and, to top it off, the son of one of them!

Wonwoo tells you the truth, and with a heavy heart, you end things with Seungcheol.

"He was too perfect," you sighed.

Thanks to the power of privilege and friendship, Wonwoo manages to help save the town from the developers.

While everyone is celebrating, Wonwoo tells you he's going to go back to the city and convince Director Yoon to give him another shot.

"Make sure you rub it in his face when you win an award for that role."

Over the next few months, Wonwoo visits home between shoots, and you both rekindle your friendship—and something more. It's in the way his eyes linger on you just a moment too long.

Or after a particularly long day, you find yourselves sitting on the roof of his parent's house, eating ramen. Somewhere between conversations of the past and future, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in a quiet, tender gesture.

The night of the Golden Carat Awards rolls around, and everyone gathers in the courtyard of the town center to watch the ceremony.

Wonwoo’s name is announced among the nominees for Best New Actor, and the crowd quiets instantly.

“And the winner for Best New Actor is…” The announcer pauses dramatically, drawing out the moment.

“Jeon Wonwoo!”

When his name is called, you let out a little gasp, unable to help the way a smile breaks across your face as the crowed erupts into chaos. Wonwoo’s dad, who had been sitting quietly at the start of the evening, is now sobbing uncontrollably.

“That’s my son!”

Your heart swells with pride as the camera pans to Wonwoo, standing from his seat to hug the people around him before making his way to the stage.

“I really didn’t think I’d be standing here tonight. Thank you to the Golden Carat committee, my team, the amazing cast and crew I’ve been lucky enough to work with—and, of course, my fans. None of this would’ve been possible without you.”

Wonwoo pauses, glancing down at the trophy for a moment. You wonder if he’s collecting his thoughts or trying not to cry. Then, he looks back up, his expression softer now, almost shy.

“I’d like to thank my family for their unwavering support,” he continues, his voice quieter but no less heartfelt. “And…” He hesitates, his lips curling into a faint smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“My guiding light. Someone who’s been my source of inspiration to keep fighting against those city boys, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

The courtyard falls silent as every single person turns to look at you and you can't help but sink lower into your chair.

“Marry him already!” Mr. Kim yells.

When Wonwoo returns, he’s standing on your doorstep with a bouquet of wildflowers your niece helped him pick out, grinning from ear to ear. He promises that he'd be happy waiting for you to come home, taking care of the laundry while you help animals.

So you take him up on his offer.