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bella-feed · 4 months ago

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Stargazing?

pairing: non-idol!juyeon x f!reader. both reader and juyeon are students.

genre: fluff. uni au

warnings: cursing, mention of alcohol. he asks if he can kiss her juyeon calls the reader sweetheart. you guys check each other too many times 😭😭

synopsis: you and juyeon are friends attending a fresher’s party organized by your uni. you both sneak out of the party to tell him something you always wanted to tell.

word count: 2118

tag: @deoboyznet

author: hihi! i finally completed my first fic of juyeon (that too of 2118 words) sigh. thank you for being patient with me. lmk if i missed anything out. also spec thanks to @sanaxo-o for beta reading this fic and motivating me to complete this.

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“Y/n” Sooyeon whined out your name when you ignored her, went outside the dorm room, and entered carrying a box filled with books. “Why do you not want to attend that party? They say the fresher's party of this uni is no less than a MetGala...well…not really a MetGala, but they say the parties here are the best.” She said while blowing a chef’s kiss.

“I know that, but parties are just not my thing. I would rather sit in my room and clean my closet than attend that party.” You said while handing her a pile of clothes.

She was with you to help you settle in the dorm room. “Come on, Y/n. One party is what I'm asking. Is that too much? Is that what you won't do for your beautiful, elegant best friend?” She said pretending to be sad.

You gave her the ‘Stop-your-melodrama-’ look. And she quickly went to your closet to keep your clothes. There was a knock on the door.

“Juyeon-ah you finally came.” Sooyeon sighed after seeing Juyeon near the door. “Please help me. This bitch right here is saying that she won't attend the freshers party.”

“Why won't you attend it? It's gonna be fun. I will be there for you.” He said while entering the room. He took the now pile of books which were in your hands.

His hands brushed over yours while he was taking the book. “I don't know. Parties are just not my thing. I get bored easily.I would anytime choose sleeping in than going to a party.”

“Please Y/n. Go with him at least. Pleaseeeee. Pleaseeee.” Sooyeon started acting innocent, and cute, batting her eyelids.

“But why? Ugh….okay fine.” You said, rolling your eyes, finally giving in. Sooyeon let out a squeal. You scoffed seeing both Juyeon and her clap their hands while smirking.

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You and Sooyeon had gone shopping to buy a new dress for the party. Juyeon had kept you both company as he had nothing better to do.

“Sooyeon-ah. I don't think I can wear this. It's too short.” You said while coming out of the changing room.

You immediately locked your eyes with Juyeon, Sooyeon was nowhere to be seen. The dress in Juyeon’s hand fell as his mouth was slightly agape.

He was quick in picking up the dress he had dropped and in pretending that he was not checking you out. Your eyes were still locked in with his brown eyes. You did not expect him to check you out like that.

Of course, you were a little happy to be checked out like that by him.

“Um…I think it looks nice on you. Y-you look b-beautiful, Y/n.”

“Thank you. But I think it is a bit short and-”

“Shut up. I already paid for that dress. You are getting it, period.” Sooyeon said sassily, interrupting you. She grinned like a small child, who was happy to get their favorite toy.

“You did what? Are you out of your mi-” You were again interrupted by Juyeon saying, “That’s awesome, Sooyeon. Please return this dress to the staff. And Y/n come on, get changed we still have to buy you shoes.” He said while handing the dress to Sooyeon and walking out while giving you a curt nod.

She walked out swinging her hips not before giving you a wink and smirking. You stood there clueless, absolutely not knowing what to do.

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You three spent the entire day together, buying clothes, accessories, shoes, eating food, and going to the in-built arcade. You definitely had a lot of fun with both of them.

“Ah. I’m so tired. Y/n-ahh please let's go.” Sooyeon whined. She sat on the bench outside the mall.

You sat next to her and kept your head on her shoulder. “I'll book the cab. Juyeon, you are going to Chanhee’s right?” Y/n said booking the cab on her phone.

“Um..no. I will drop you both. Don't book a cab, Y/n.” “But didn't you have plans with the boys?”

“It can wait. Come on, give me the bags. Sooyeon already dozed off.” Juyeon chuckled lightly while holding the bags and waiting for you.

You sighed as you slightly shook Sooyeon. “Wake up! Juyeon will be dropping us. Come on, don’t make him wait.” You said to her while still shaking her.

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“Bye-bye. Go safely and eat something before sleeping.”

“I will, Y/n-ah. I'll come tomorrow to help you set up your room. Okay? Text me when you reach the room.” Sooyeon said getting out of the car.

“Hmm. Good night.” You said while pulling up the window.

The car ride was quiet. You were too tired to talk and Juyeon enjoyed watching you slowly doze off.

“Y/n. We are here.” He said to you while parking the car near her dorm.

“Y/n. Wake up. We are here.” He said while shaking you up slightly.

You woke up while groaning ever so softly. You looked confused but later realized that you had slept in Juyeon's car.

“Uh-I didn't know when I fell asleep. Sorry.”

“Don't be. Let me help you with the bags.” He said while getting out of the car. He opened the backseat door, and took out the shopping bags.

“Thank you so much. I'll take it from here. See you tomorrow.” You said while opening your dorm room and taking the bags from his hands.

“Bye. Eat first and then sleep. Call me tomorrow, I'll come to help.” He stood there leaning against his car and waiting for you to wave him bye from your window, then only he had driven off to Chanhee's.

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the day of the fresher’s party

“Don't fucking move, Y/n.” Sooyeon scolded while she was applying the eyeliner on eyes.

“I can't help it. I'm so nervous. Ughhh. What if I do something embarrassing? What if I get made fun of at the party? What if I trip and fall into the pool? What if I spill a drink on myself? What if-”

“Shut the fuck up. Nothing like that will happen. You'll be fine. Juyeon is with you.” She said cutting in between your rant of overthinking.

“What if I accidentally confess to Juyeon that I like him and then he'll give me a drink and I just puke on him?” You voiced your thoughts as you got up from the seat and walked around holding your hair in frustration.

“You won't do that, Y/n.” She said while pressing the bridge of her nose, done with nuisance.

A knock on the door was heard when Juyeon walked in fully suited.

You froze in your place and literally checked him out. You were taken out of your thoughts when Sooyeon nudged you in your stomach.

“Uh–um. Hi, Juyeon. Give me two minutes, I'm almost uh-ready.” You said while clearing your throat and dragging Sooyeon to the vanity mirror so that she could continue with her makeup.

“Yes. Don't worry. I am here.” He said while leaning against the door frame.

The black suit which he wore hugged his body so fucking well. You could almost not take your eyes of him.

He was just using his phone with his one hand in the pocket of his pants and was leaning against the door. That's it! Yet he is looking so fucking hot. You thought to yourself.

You wore a pretty black dress which hugged your body perfectly. You paired it with some heels and earrings. Sooyeon helped you with makeup and hair.

You checked yourself once in the mirror before telling Juyeon you are ready. He shoved his phone in his pocket and checked you out.

He extended his arms, which you held and left for the party. Sooyeon had already left for her home.

You guys were in the lift, when Juyeon said, “You look really beautiful, Y/n. It would be my honor to go to the fresher's party with you. I'll try and stay by your side all the time. But if I'm not there, call me. I'll be by your side immediately.”

“Yes. Thanks Juyeon.” You both got off the elevator when you heard a ping. Juyeon held your hands and led you through the party.

At this point the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. You held his hands tightly as you walked past people. You felt nervous as they stared at you.

Your nerves calmed down when Juyeon softly rubbed his thumb on your fingers.

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You held a drink in your hand and leaned against the bar counter. Juyeon was with his friends at the table playing beer pong.

He turned his gaze in your direction just to be met by a startled you. You were trying hard pretending that you weren't looking at him.

He quickly whispered something in his best friend, Chanhee's ear. Chanhee looked in your direction and gave you a wink and a smile.

Your confused face immediately let out a smile when Juyeon hit him on the back of his head and walked towards you. You kept down the glass of your drink.

“Are you bored?” He asked in a little louder voice so you could hear with the ongoing music in the background.

“I'm fine. Parties are just not my thing. Or…maybe I'm a bit bored.” You say with a nervous smile.

“It's completely okay, sweetheart. Do you wanna go to the terrace?” He said with a soft smile. You tried to hide the blush which crept into your face when he called you ‘sweetheart’.

“Stargazing?” You asked with a lit up face.

“Yes, stargazing.” He said while extending his hands for you to hold it.

You both made your way to the terrace of that building. The area, and the position of that building really enhanced your experience of stargazing.

The moons and stars shone brightly above you both. You guys sat in silence.

He alternated his gaze between the moon and you. Finding absolutely no difference between them. Beautiful, he thought to himself.

“Uh..Juyeon. Uhm..I wanted..uh wanted to tell you something.” You say, nervousness evident in your voice as you fidget with the ring around your finger. You couldn't look straight at him in his eyes.

“Hmm? What do you want to say, sweetheart?” He said while moving closer to you, with his hands in the pocket. The cold air hit your skin, making you shiver a bit.

He removed his coat as he saw you shiver. He engulfed your body with his coat.

“I..I. See whatever I am going to say is…something you don't need to say it back or feel, okay? Hm..I..I like you, Juyeon. I really do. ”

“I like everything about you. The way you treat me or Sooyeon. The way you always hug and reassure me. The way you always ask me if I need anything. The way you always look so fucking hot.” You blurted out without even thinking.

Your hand immediately covered your mouth and your eyes widened. But you relaxed when you saw Juyeon chuckle a bit.

Embarrassment was the next feeling which controlled the emotions in your brain. You stood there, with your head down fidgeting with your fingers waiting for his answer.

“so fucking hot” He repeated your words and laughed softly. A pout crept into your face when he teased you.

“Sorry sorry. But Y/n..” He came closer and held both of your hands in one of his and with the other hand he held your chin up.

“I love you” He said with a very soft smile rested on his lips. Your eyes immediately widened.

“Really?”

“Really. I really really love you, Y/n.”

You engulfed him in a hug. Tears were running down your face while he balanced your weight.

“I love you, Juyeon.” You say while crying. His thumb gently wiped your tears away before he asked, “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”

You were standing against the railing with his coat on your shoulders. You were admiring the stars above you.

He slowly hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.

“Y/n, can I be your boyfriend?”

#deoboyznet #juyeon x reader #juyeon fluff #juyeon #the boyz #the boyz imagines #home is where the boyz is #kpop #kpopidol #kpop fluff #kpop bg

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fertilize-my-eggs · 2 years ago

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Getting some sugar from the king

A/N: this is other reupload, don't worry I'll be making three parts to this, I remember someone ask me for a sugar daddy shigaraki x reader soo I hope the smut in the next few days, btw this older tenko and he's gonna be season six soo not a skinny gamer boy. ( I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE LEAVE ME ALONE )

Warnings: ddlg + age gap + insecure reader + slightly antsy + little masturbation.

You sigh heavily, your face is covered in sweat as you begin to tear up a bit, you are on the floor curled into a ball… crap I can't pay rent for this apartment.

You feel stressed from college, having a job and still can't pay the rent. You pull your phone out and ask your friend for advice.

You: [ hey bestie… I need some advice for paying this rent and I… Idk what to do please help >n< ]

You click send and wait for a few minutes, you hear a bing from your phone and begin to read.

Number 1# bestie: [ Hoiii~!! Uhh I'm not sure bestie but you have to promise not to get mad? ]

You: [ mhmm why? If it's something crazy then I will murder you -_- ]

Number 1# bestie: [ pleaseeee bestie promise me >.< ]

You remove the sweat from your face as you begin to type.

You: [ alright… fine I promise now tell me. ]

They were typing, then pausing for a few seconds then typing again.

You let out a loud gasp as your eyes wided.

Number 1# bestie: [ okiee!! How about you find yourself a sugar daddy?? 0.0 I meant I've been a sugar baby for quite a while and I-... Been thinking they will help you out plus you need to relieve some stress girly… gets some d in you😏😜 ]

You cover your mouth, start to laugh.. Me as a sugar baby??? Would anyone give me money that easily? You begin to sigh long and heavily as your head taps the wall.

No one's gonna want a fat woman like me, you knew your best friend almost your whole life. You were more curvy while they were slim and petite. She could get anyone that fast and you weren't really interested in dating in the past but hey gotta get some quick buck to pay rent.

You: [.... Okay I'll try but it's just gonna paid rent… you play too much lmaoooo 💀💀 ]

You: [ soo uhh how do I get a sugar daddy? ]

You hear the bing again and see she's sent a link.

Number 1# bestie: [ this is where I find my men!! Goodluck on finding some men and good dick~!! >v<]

You: [ STOP YOU PLAY TOO MUCH!! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…. But thanks you bestie luv u😊💕 LMAOOOO ]

You see the laughing emojis and some spicy emojis along with it as you roll your eyes.

You click the link and it pops into a website as you begin to read, you get a little nervous but you need the cash fast..

After creating an account, you start to scroll, you see different men with different status and your eyes begin to wided.

How the hell do they get so much money??

You click on a profile that has very interesting photos and status.

Name: tenko shimura

Gender: male

Age: 45

Status: one billion

looking for a long term, someone to keep me company and unlock a player two to play with. (Looking for 20-45 women, close by)

He's really an interesting human being… Wait, is he a gamer?? You look at the photos of him as he is in some casual wear, sometimes even a shirtless pic or two… you can't help but get flustered, he's pretty athletic and has some scars on his-... Oh my god is that a cat???

You zoom in to see he has two cats and corgi.

Oh my god… I need to message him.

You begin to type a simple sweet message hopefully he'll be interested in me.

You slowly get up from the floor to get ready for a shower.

You check your phone to see if he messaged back and he did.

Tenko: [ Hello Y/n, thank you for the message. Do you want to meet up? ]

You thought about it and messaged back.

You: [ sure!! We're can meet up by that new coffee cafe shop I hear it's has cats and I've never went there =D tomorrow? I'm available. ]

You put the clothes on the counter of your small restroom as you begin to remove your clothing as you look at the message.

Tenko: [ sure wear something nice okay pretty? ]

You start to blush red, wear something nice.. I-.. Uhh I don't have anything fancy like a dress.

You: [ oh I-... I don't have an nice outfit tho. ]

There was little silence in your room until you heard the bing again and your eyes wided more.

Tenko: [ don't worry, we can go shopping after coffee ;) ]

Your cheeks feel like it's on fire and type back.

You: [ awww really? You don't have to… you're too sweet. ]

Tenko: [ shush, I gotta spoil my player two after all. ]

You felt more red and had a huge smile on your face… it's just a payment for rent that all.. As you message back.

You: [ *link* There the coffee shop meet at 8am goodnight tenko~!! ]

Tenko: [ goodnight player two hope you sleep well ;) ]

That wink emoji… I think he's just being playful, you sigh dreamily as you hop into the shower, taking a long shower to get ready for tomorrow.

You feel your belly getting warm and giggle softly.

You start to clean everything, shave your body parts.. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care, he seems very laid back and chill to talk to for 45 years old.

You wonder, he has very long hair, he probably wears it in a bun or ponytail then you feel your core getting heated.

You slowly have dirty thoughts going through your head as you dream of having a rich gamer have his way with you.

Your fingers slide down your wet body to rub your clit.

Imagine it's his finger and soft gentle voice whispering in your ear.

" you're so wet for me angel. " you pant softly, would he be gentle or rough with you.

Your finger speeds up faster and your other hand moves to your entrance.

"such a filthy whore, you love being played like this?" You nod your head fast into your own dirty fantasy.

You wonder if he can last long or have a big penis… I mean size doesn't matter to you but god hopefully he will be a great lover in bed and doesn't last like two seconds like older men do.

You quietly giggle, your high getting close as you slide two fingers inside.

" mhmm don't stop.. Tenko. " You mumble to yourself.

You finally reach your high when you rub your clit fast, imagine his body being close to you and smelling your sweet scent.

Your body twitches, shaking a bit as you sigh softly.

Fuck… yeah my friend right about one thing, I need to get laid fast.

You quickly get out, take a quick dry off your body then head to your bedroom.

can't wait for tomorrow you thought as you begin to sleep cozy in your soft queen size bed.

#older shiggy #sugar daddy shiggy #tomura x reader #minors dni #fanfic #shigaraki tomura #x reader #chubby reader #smut #mha #bnha

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kylianswifey · 2 years ago

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I'm in Love with You - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Hey I’m sending you lots of love sweetheart💗

can you write something like he’s so obsessed with you and you’re not at all.he does everything to make you fall as well but he’s not treating you nice.sometimes even rough and everybody knows that he’s madly in love with you.but your not getting interested til he decides to go somehow dirty over you to force you accept him.and pleaseeee don’t leave it short🥲make it longer than others please😁

Btw I love your imagines💗keep doing it💗

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I parked my car in Neymar’s driveway and I noticed another car parked there as well. That could only mean one thing, Kylian was there. I contemplated whether I should go inside or not. The guy has been giving me a hard time ever since I met him. Being Neymar’s best friend meant that I was also friends with his close teammates. Kylian’s attitude towards me is really hard to understand, one second he’s flirting with me and then another second he’s rude to me. I won’t lie, I find him very cute but this attitude won’t work for me. I approached the door and before I even ring the doorbell the door flies open and I’m faced with a smirking Kylian in front of me. He reaches out to hug me. “Hey, you’re here. I’m glad you made it” he released me, sensing my discomfort. “I didn’t know you would be here, Kylian. Don’t get too hyped up.” “Too late, baby. I know deep down you’re glad I’m here.” I roll my eyes at him at his ‘babe’ comment and step inside the living room. Neymar is focused on playing Fifa on his tv and I give him a quick hug letting him know I arrived. “Hey, hun. How are you? I’m sorry, give me a second to finish this.” “That’s okay. I was in a good mood until I saw your friend’s car parked outside. You didn’t tell me you had company?” “Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention.” He gives me a quick response, unbothered by my annoyance. Kylian, on the other hand, sat across from me on the couch looking at me and smiling. “I’m sure you would’ve came even if you knew I was here.” Kylian said and waited for me to answer. He likes to mess with me, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. “Whatever. Ney, can I borrow some clothes, this suit is very uncomfortable and I didn’t have time to stop by at my place after work?” “Sure, sweetie. Take whatever feels comfortable.” Ney answers with his eyes still glued to the tv. I stand up and make my way to Ney’s bedroom. There’s a hoodie and some shorts laying on the bed, I decide to wear those and not go through his clothes. They look very baggy on me, but It makes me comfortable and that’s what matters. I return back to my seat in the living room and I see Kylian smirking at me, wanting to say something but then decides not to. That was weird. I make my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Standing by the fridge door, I hear stood steps approaching me from behind. I don’t even bother to look who it is. I know for a fact it’s Kylian. I grab some strawberries and shut the fridge door and turn around to look at Kylian leaning against the kitchen counter. “You look cute.” “Thanks.” “-in my clothes” I looked at him wide eyed. Is the messing with me? “What?! No, they’re not. I grabbed them from Ney’s bedroom.” “I put them there because I took a shower after training.” “I will change right now.” “No, don’t. I like seeing you like this, It feels like you’re my girlfriend.” “NO! That’s why I will change. I’m not your girlfriend.” I place the knife on the counter and turn around to face him. I have to admit, I low-key enjoy his comments towards me sometimes, but they make me confused. “Why are you so flirty and yet mean towards me sometimes? I don’t get you at all, Kylian.” “Mean? No. Flirty? Yes.” I decided to let it go and made my way back to the living room with strawberries on my plate. I scroll through my phone while the guys are taking turns playing. I couldn’t help but chuckle at Kylian’s comments towards me every time he scored. He said stuff like ‘look at this, babe’ or ‘ this one’s for you, amor’. Neymar didn’t seem surprised by any of this, he only kept glancing at me from time to time.

I felt myself becoming tired so I decided the place my phone down and rest my eyes for a little bit. After sometime, I felt someone put a blanket over me and run their fingers through my hair. I didn’t move, I was somehow asleep, but I could feel what was going on. I wondered if that person was Kylian. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw Kylian smile at me. I took a look at my surroundings and realized that It was already dark outside, the TV was off and Neymar wasn’t anywhere in sight. The only source of light was the light from the kitchen. I realized that I overslept, I wasn’t supposed to spend the night here. I look at Kylian one more time who could feel I was thinking of getting up. He placed his hands on my arms. “Ney went to sleep, it’s already pretty late. Go back to sleep, I will wake you up in the morning when we leave for training.” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

“No, I need to go home and get ready for work there in the morning.” “We’ll leave an hour early, that’s enough time for you to go home and change.” “Where are you going to sleep?”

“On the other couch across from you.” He smirked at me and I closed my eyes wanting to go back to sleep. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel him staring at me with his hands still placed on my arms. “You’re so beautiful.” I heard him say but I decided not to react to it. In my mind, I could feel myself soften from his words and I could feel my heart warm.

“I would love to wake up to this face everyday.” He kept talking but I didn’t move at all. I could feel him stand up and make his way to his couch, he muttered a soft ‘whatever’ and laid down, throwing the blanket on top of him. He laid facing the couch and turning his back to me. I could tell he was annoyed my by reaction, he wanted me to say something.

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I was extremely bored and the fact that other people around me were having so much fun didn’t help at all. I was out partying with the guys and some of my girlfriends. I could tell I was a little drunk because my head was spinning. Neymar was chatting with my friend Sierra and Kylian was having fun with the guys he brought, so in conclusion, I was invisible. I hadn’t spoken to Kylian since that day at Neymar’s house, so this was the first time I’m seeing him since then. I decided to go get another drink. I could feel someone approach me to the bar. There in front of me stood a tall guy, he was very handsome. I turned around at him and smiled. “Hey, are you having fun?” “Not really, my friends are pretty much ignoring me” I blurted out everything, realizing once again I was drunk. “Would you like to join me and my friends?” I doubted whether I should join them or not, I turned around to look at our table one last time and I saw Kylian staring at me with a weird expression. He stood up at made his way to us. He wrapped an arm around my waist and took a disgusting look at the guy. I brushed his hand off my waist and took the drink from the bartender.

“She’s with me, mate. Have fun!” Suddenly, I was being pulled so hard by my hand from Kylian I couldn’t prevent my drink from spilling. He took us to the corridor near the bathrooms where it was a bit more quiet. As soon as we went there I pulled my hand from his. “Hey, what was that? Great! Now I have a wet dress.” “What are you doing?” He pushed me against the wall and placed both his hands on the wall, trapping me. His face was so close to mine, I couldn’t help but stare at his lips, fuck, I’m so drunk. “What are YOU doing? Why did you pull me out of there?” He kept staring back and forth between my eyes and lips. He was so close I could feel his breath on me. “I don’t like seeing you with other guys.” “Maybe I like seeing myself with other guys.” He seemed so taken back by my words. He paused for a moment before he spoke. “Oh, really? Go have a nice night bitching around then” with that being said, he pulled himself away and left. I was so confused about this interaction. Why did he say ‘bitching around’? Is that all he thinks of me? Is that why he’s been trying to flirt with me?

My thoughts were interrupted by an urge to throw up. I dropped the glass and my purse on the floor, I placed a hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom. The bathroom was empty, thank god. I bend over the toilet and threw up. I was so desperate, I didn’t realize my tears falling down my cheeks. I was letting everything out, including my emotions.

Kylian’s POV:

The second I said those words to her, I regretted it. Why didn’t I just admit to her that I was jealous? Why did I have to practically call her a ‘bitch’? I made my way back to the bathrooms. When I got there, I didn’t see Y/N, only her purse and a shattered glass on the floor. I picked up the purse and made my way into the women’s bathroom, I figured she would be there. When I got inside, she was throwing up and her stall door was open. I placed the bag near the sink and went to her. I grabbed her hair and rubbed her back. “Hey, you’re okay, Y/N.” I told her, she took a look at me and turned back to throwing up, I realized she had tears in her eyes. I felt guilty because I made her cry. I rubbed her back until she was finished. After a while she sat on the floor and rested her head on the wall. I sat next to her. “Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” She didn’t protest at all, she just nodded her head and tried to stand up, being unsuccessful. I stood up and reached my arms out for her to grab them. She stood up and took the purse. I grabbed her other hand and we made out way to the back exit. Once we were outside, we sat on a bench next to each other. She wasn’t looking at me or saying anything, she just stood there. “Are you feeling better? Please, talk to me, Y/N.” “Do you really think I’m a bitch?” “No, fuck no. I was jealous, okay? Seeing you talk to other guys makes me jealous.” She seemed surprised by my answer and turned her head to look at me. I was waiting for her reaction, however, I couldn’t help but brush my hand on her soft cheeks and wipe some of the tears. She didn’t resist my touch, she actually leaned her head more into my palm. I pulled her slowly to my chest and she gribbed my shirt at my waist. “Are you feeling better?” “My head hurts so bad.” “Let’s stay here for a little bit and then I’ll drive you home, okay?” She didn’t respond, just nodded her head against my chest. I ran my hand through her hair, this seemed to calm her down.

We stayed like that for a couple minutes before we decided to head home. I texted Neymar, letting him know about the situation. We stayed quiet during the whole ride to her place, she kept playing with her fingers on her lap and looking outside her window. When we arrived at her place, I parked outside her front door and turned to face her. “Would you like to spend the night?” Her offer took me by surprise, she seemed uncomfortable by my silence so I spoke up. “Yeah, I would love to.”

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She came out of the bathroom wearing per pajamas and handed me some large shorts she had on her closet.

“I couldn’t find a large shirt, so you’ll have to sleep shirtless, is that okay?” “Yeah, it’s okay. I sleep naked anyway.” She gave me a playful look and threw a pillow at me, laughing. This was the first time I’ve seen her laugh tonight. “Can I sleep with you?” I gathered the courage and asked her, she looked at me and gave me a small smile, nodding her head. “Not naked though. You have to wear the shorts.” We both laughed and made our way from the living room to her bedroom. I went to the other side of the bed and laid down, she laid down on her usual side of the bed near the door. As soon as we laid down, we turned on our sides, facing each other. “You’re really beautiful.” her cheeks turned red from my words, she was shy. She reached out her hand and I grabbed it. She came closer to me and laid her head on my chest. “I like you, Kylian. Even though, you’re a jerk sometimes, I like you.” “I promise to not be a jerk if you go to dinner with me tomorrow night.” I shot my shot and waited for her response. “Okay. I will go to dinner with you.” I raised my arm up in the air and a form of celebration making her laugh.

“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that from you. I’m so madly in love with you.” She raises her head up and looks at me. She collides her lips with mine. I deepen the kiss.

After a while of kissing, I place my arm around her waist pushing her down and getting on top of her. I trail kisses down her neck slowly. She lets out a soft moan, making me go crazy. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. “Don’t do that, It makes me go crazy.”

“Don’t kiss me then.” She teases me and smiles. I lift her shirt, revealing her stomach and breasts. I make my way down, kissing breasts and grabbing them. She shuts her eyes, moaning. I stop kissing her and look at her, I need her confirmation to continue further. As much as I wanted this, I needed to know she wanted this too. She gave me a quick nod and kissed my lips. I pushed down her pajama shorts slowly. We had a long night.

#kylian mbappe request #kylian mbappe one shots #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #mbappe imagines #mbappé #football imagine #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #kylian x reader

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harus-simp · 2 years ago

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Everything's alright

-Gunwook x reader-

Warning:none,just really fluffy 😚

Requested: heyyy could u do a gunwook one in which y/n, who's a really strong person, always tough, doesnt cry easily .etc, suddenly starts crying one day while watching a sad movie and how gunwook gets shocked and comforts them,yeah bye haha (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon,here's your request ;))

Thank you for waiting patiently, I really hope you like it <3

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When someone asks gunwook to describe you strong is the first word that comes to him, however his opinion might have changed due to a small act of yours.

When someone thinks of you they don't immediately relate you with a fragile and vulnerable person, quite the opposite actually.

You are known in your school for being like a hard rock, not in the sense of being too serious or too stone faced, but rather having a hard exterior.

In all these years spend at this school nobody had seen you cry once, not once. You don't consider yourself insensitive tho,it's just you didn't need to cry to express your empathy or your understanding in itself (at least when other people were present)

Gunwook your boyfriend found it at first admirable and a little scary at times, because he was the complete opposite. He considered himself a crybaby, he really was a lot more sensitive and connected with people easier.

But throughout time he got used to your behaviour and accepted it completely.

However today was the day were he would see a completely new side to you.

The day was too cold to go out so you both just decided to stay inside and enjoy each other's company. Being as close as you could was an absolute blessing for him so he was really grateful for the weather that day specifically

You had opted to just cuddle and watch a movie which you would obviously pay no attention to, or so did gunwook thought.

He first brought a huge blanket to wrap you both in order to heat you up and keep you warm. Then he came with a bowl full of popcorn because what is a movie without it? Well still a movie, but the fun is not there (you know what I mean, right?💀)

As he had brought the essentials,now was the time to actually choose the movie, which always resulted horribly as y'all's tastes were completely different. While you preferred horror movies and those kind of creepy ones, he was really fond of these cheesy romantic ones. Two complete opposite genres.

"Babe please let's watch this one, you know I don't like horror movies"he said while putting his best puppy eyes so you could give in.

"And I don't like romantic movies!!!!"you whined

"Yeah, but the past few times we've watched what you wanted, now it's my turn!"

(Don't know if you seemed like an old couple bickering or siblings tbh hashjwj)

"But-"

"Pleaseeee"

And before you could protest he used his lethal weapon, his gummy smile. He began smiling and laughing at the situation purposely for you to give out to his petition.

And who were you to turn him down, with that cutie grin that was on his face? Nah, incapable of that.

"Alright..."

And that's how he got what he wanted, yeah that pretty smile of his was definitely a problem at this point.

However, the cheesy movie turned quickly into a quite sad one. The main leads were going through a harsh breakup.And that's one of the reasons you didn't like this type of films. You were really cold towards the outside, but in reality you were actually quite sensitive.

Sad things made you cry quite easily, but you didn't want to show a vulnerable image towards others, so when the nostalgic and sadder part came you inevitably started sobbing in silence, not wanting to worry your boyfriend.

But gunwook was not dumb, he noticed it instantly being shocked about it.

"He-hey, jagiya are you okay?"he said pulling you closer to his embrace and engulfing you in a bear hug holding you close.

"Yeah"

"What is it babe? You know you can tell me, I would never find anything weird or silly if it comes from you,you know".

And that was enough for you to break and tell him how you felt.

"It's just that this movie is really sad"you answered hugging him tightly

And that made him giggle lightly at your cute behaviour.

"Awww, don't worry y/nnie it's just a story"

"Gunwook, please let's not end like that"

And he didn't even hesitate for a second, kissing your lips softly preventing you from talking. And as he separated he took your hand and gave it a light peck.

"I would never let that ever happen to us y/nnie, I love you too much to let you go through that"

"Thank you gunwookie, I love you so much"

"I love you too y/nnie"

And just like that you cuddled for the rest of the day as he would refuse to let you go in that state (and perhaps he didn't want to break apart either ajssjs).

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a-bucket-of-trash · 2 years ago

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Draw me like one of your french cannibals- Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One shot

Prompt: Kelvin wonders how much you draw in your spare time. Idea by the sweet @hubbelebubbele (This was fun as fuck) XD

Tag: Smut

As if the summer heat were a weapon of mass destruction, the usually constant cannibal attacks had almost completely stopped on that island, and although you had no idea why, you were truly grateful. For months neither you nor Kelvin had a couple of days of peace, so seeing themselves in more than a week of absolute tranquility was something you really needed, almost spiritually. Letting down your guard, just a little, could be felt even in your muscles.

On that warm morning you sat on the long wooden bench against the wall of the cabin you had built with enough effort and inventiveness, looking around in the shade. You used to keep watch like that, half alert for any danger, half drawing. Because your skills to make maps, trace routes and make portraits based on eyewitness accounts were not the only thing you knew how to do, your ability to draw was more a consequence of a hobby than a job.

You used to carry your generous sketchbook with you everywhere, quite big, quite thick, just in case. Although now it served to distract you and keep track of the wild plants you shouldn't eat, so now there were a few pages of drawings made with charred wood.

And while you were drawing the beautiful landscape in front of you, you noticed a certain adventure companion walking with his typical graceful gait and sitting next to you, in the shade, sighing, somewhat tired. He had been washing some of his clothes in the river, but the morning sun was pretty unforgiving. Although you weren't wearing your vests or jacket, the military shirt, while basic, was also black and quite thick, so it was easy for you to start cooking alive in the sun.

You glanced at him, watching as he leaned against the wall, half sprawled on the seat, enjoying the shade and the breeze. You ignored him a bit and continued drawing, since keeping company like this was quite normal. His eyes fixed on you and he slightly spied on what you were doing, very curious, since he always saw you do that almost in secret. He moved a little closer, his eyes passing over your shoulder, interested, looking more carefully, but he saw how you closed the notebook and looked at him with the face of "What do you need?"

He quickly took out his small notepad from his pocket and wrote "Let me see while you draw, I'm curious", his eyes full of intrigue.

You refused with excess impetus, your cheeks somewhat flushed, partly due to the heat. You didn't like being seen drawing, it was your moment of privacy, what you captured was only for you.

You saw him write and put his note pad basically on his forehead, as if the “Pleaseeee” was a sign, while Kelvin made the most irresistible abandoned puppy face a guy his age could do. You hated that, his eyes seemed stolen from the cutest of puppies in the universe.

You rolled your eyes, and you brought your open notebook closer to him, so that he could see what you were drawing. Kelvin smiled, clapping his hands, glad to have convinced you, looking at a copy of the landscape in front of them, which, while simple at the moment, was also quite impressive. He stared at the strokes for a moment, before giving you a couple of effusive thumbs up. You saw him start to turn the page, which made you jump, uncomfortable, closing the notebook to him and taking it out, shaking your head a dozen times. And although he kept insisting, you kept refusing. Which was worse, he was overly curious and now he had a need to see what else was there.

His golden opportunity came the next day. Midday was too warm to do anything but stay indoors, and since there wasn't much to do inside the cabin, you opted to take a little nap. He was inside too, sitting up, bored, and as soon as he saw you were asleep, his eyes drifted to your belongings half-piled on top of your backpack, dangerously close to him.

He saw the notebook basically on top of everything, and knew that it was his only chance, so he took it more carefully than he had ever had on the island until then, his eyes half riveted on you. If he had always been this silent, he would have been able to touch the buttocks of the cannibals without being discovered. He sat up better, turning the pages as if they were going to biodegrade at any moment, looking, reviewing the drawings, his eyes flicking to you every second. It tasted like mischief and he loved it.

There he saw everything, the pages excessively loaded with drawings, as if you wanted to take advantage of each blank space. He saw some landscapes, very detailed drawings of toxic plants, painting styles of cannibals, some maps where you located water, food and caves, plans of those same caves, scribbles, animals, and drawings of him. Quite a few and, unlike the other drawings, overly detailed. There was one of him sleeping, some portraits, him smiling, one with an ax in his hand, sitting, fishing. One of the drawings was of him, full body, from behind, without clothes, but it was as if you had tried to guess his musculature by removing his clothes, not seeing him directly.

Kelvin tried not to laugh, understanding why you didn't want him to see that. And that also made him think with what kind of eyes you were looking at him. Was it just artistic? Or was there something else? He carefully put the notebook where it was and stood still, looking at you, thinking.

His machiavellian plan went into effect the next day, another afternoon of pleasant warmth and the absence of enemies. You had sat down on the bench again, trying to finish drawing the landscape that you had started a few days ago, when you noticed Kelvin's walking approaching from one side. You looked at him, your face flushing red, your heart skipping a couple of beats, seeing him shirtless, standing next to you, his stupidly sexy torso exposed. He smiled, bringing his notebook closer to you, where you read a "Draw me, I want to pose for you."

You stood still, processing that, processing everything. You saw him lean against the wall, posing, like he was modeling underwear, focusing on ripping off a few muscles.

You swallowed saliva, sweating and slowly looked for a blank sheet to start drawing him, nervous, feeling his gaze fixed on you, while your eyes focused on how his body looked, light and shadow following its curves, the soft marks of its muscles, arms, his pants a little lower and looser than usual, leaving his hips slightly visible. It burned your cheeks, your hands and the rest of your body, while you tried to draw him as well as possible.

You looked at him again, seeing him still, and you saw his pants, which were too loose, being moved by gravity until they went down by themselves to his ankles. Your eyes saw the pants on the floor, his complete lack of underwear and his mischievous expression, suggestively moving his eyebrows.

Now you had to decide whether to finish the drawing now or after taking that man as yours.

#kelvin #sons of the forest #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader

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daffodil-screaming · 6 months ago

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I have three hours alone in a tiny airport pleaseeee keep me company 👉👈

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therealcocoshady · 11 months ago

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AAAAAAAAA THEY MADE UP BLESS

Em explaining why it hurt him so much was so well written!! the laughing gas tho this was way too funny :’) and you’re so real for saying he shouldn’t wear a hat to his photoshoot DROP THE KANGOL PLEASEEEE

cant wait to read what will happen next 💗

I am so glad you enjoyed this chapter 🥰

I thought I needed to write a little part about Em's feelings because, to be honest, I am saddened by the many many pics in which he acts like an asshole for no reason. I mean... I'm pretty sure he's got feelings too, right ? 😅

Also, I drew the laughing gas thing from my own experience. Obviously I didn't have such a gorgeous man keeping me company in the ER, but I did say some pretty funny stuff 😂

Also, I think at this point we need to start a petition for him to get rid of the Kangol hats. He makes them look good for sure (I think he's the only human who could look hot in those tbh) but whenever I see a pic of him WITHOUT a hat, just his hair and beard... Yeah... Instant crush. 🥰

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

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castlebyersafterdark · 5 months ago

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I'm never gonna be in a situation where the person I'm sleeping with has that as a factor, if that's what you’re getting at. I did actually try to date a few girls when I was a teenager but, yikes. Never got very far hahaha. But it's not like women (and those who otherwise experience this) are so super mysterious. It's not secret knowledge. Moral of the story: I just know for a fact that many men are purposefully obtuse or immature. Sexism. All that. Simplifying the issue but for the purpose of this ask! 💁‍♂️

ok wow i'm gonna need some vintage vinny elaboration! this is sooo interesting

firstly - getting as personal as you wish or dont wish, can you elaborate on your teen experiences dating girls to give some context to mike?? any similarities aside from the superhero thing haha? or not, if we're speaking metaphorically. i mean, when s4 opened with mike boasting to dustin about how el 'literally saved the world twice', i was like... dude. that's literally guys just showing off their trophy girlfriend cos she's got big tits yet he doesnt know anything about who she is.

and secondly, men being purposefully obtuse and putting women on pedestals because of sexism? oh, if you have time pleaseeee elaborate on that too! sounds like you were amongst that perhaps before guys knew you were gay so they tried to get you to laugh along and you were just like... hahaha... ermmmm...

Oh gosh, not the vintage Vinny lore 🤣 High school me is so... I mean. We have to give our teenage selves some grace. We were all so young and stupid and naive and confused and it's not our fault! That's just life. And if you are still a teenager - stay strong, power through.

If you want context to explain Mike, my path wasn't quite similar, but I understand where he's coming from. Since this is the space I'm spending my time, just some anecdotes for comparison sake later. I think something to consider with Mike is that I really don't think he recognized his sexuality for what it is until we see him in season 4. This is the beginning stage of, hmm not acceptance because he's not accepting it, but recognition? Eddie. Not being able to tell El he loves her. His weird reaction to seeing Will again. Not being able to reach out to Will. Isolating himself through his off screen depression in between the seasons. He's going through it. Gay thoughts are one thing, behaviors we read as super gay as watchers of the show but for the character it's not apparent yet - the subconscious. Internalizing it. His journey is latent. But he's in it now. I think a part of him did want to have a girlfriend, he's supposed to want a girlfriend, and El - what a perfect girl to have by his side! He doesn't recognize Will for what he could be to him, even if his behavior can be read as a crush, esp in season 2. But he's young. He doesn't really know yet. Conformity and internalization are a hell of a beast. He's getting there. Tooth and nail.

Personal takes under the cut like always!!

Me? I wish I could explain how sexuality develops and how people know young while others don't. I cannot give that insight. When kids talked about crushes and stuff about girls, I knew I had to keep my damn mouth shut because I thought about boys. And I knew it was weird. I told myself, fine. Keep that secret. But you gotta think about girls, too. So I forced it. I never pursued a girl, but if some brave girl made it clear she liked me - yeah, I'd try it. Go on little dates. Kiss, make-out, but I just never really wanted more and I fucking knew why!! And kissing and making out were just really fun to do. But - I liked the company of girls. Girls are awesome!! But that was all.

It's brings it back to why I relate the most to Robin, which I've mentioned. I made a close friend in my junior year. She was so cool. If I was straight - I'd have wanted her to be my high school sweetheart. We were outsiders in our extended friend group because we hung out with the skater kids and stoners - but neither of us could skate! We were both such shit at it. So we stuck together. And she confessed a crush on me at one point. I couldn't break this girl's heart or pretend. So I came out to her. The only one who knew besides my sister. And she was sad but told me it made a lot of sense, which rocked me to hear, but we remained friends. Took her to prom actually. Senior year I ended up in a complicated fwb situation and I was in no way taking him to prom and I still feel like an asshole about it.

So. There's some lore!!! Being a teenager is so hard. Sexuality is a behemoth of confusion and the journey is winding. Give grace to your teenage self. What did any of us know? How do you navigate all that?

As for the "men being purposefully obtuse" comment - I remember now what I meant for it. It was less about the average man putting women on a pedestal and more about men being so purposefully backwards that the misogyny and sexism override any sense or logic. I meant like, how you read about some conservative senator making an inane comment about women's bodies, for example "if she didn't want to get pregnant she should have just controlled her body and not gotten pregnant" or that some guy said "why can't she just hold it and wait until later" about a woman having a period like a grown man saying that?! All the comments you see screenshot from idiot twitter threads. Come onnnn, men! I know how these things biologically work and I'm a cis gay man, why can't you straight men learn some basic facts about the people you want to date or just simply have sex with? I feel like a lot know, but they on purpose, refuse to portray themselves as anything but these ignorant brutes, hating women while desiring them. Do they really not know or is not knowing part of the image. "Can't let them know we understand women or else we can't keep on being dicks and saying it's impossible to understand women." Irritating!! Sorry for the rant hahaha

#Posting this stuff feels kinda good like hey guys thanks for reading my diary 🤭😉#asks #queued

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OH OKAY SO I’M GONNA CRY. SO THATS WHATS GOING ON. AAAAAAAHSHBSWBEHHS I CANT BELIEVE ITS HEREEEEEE!!! BODYGUARD ABBY IM GONNA EAT YOU WHOLE BABYGIRL!!!!! this fic just received a 60 minute standing ovation from ME. can you believe it guys??? the power of ray strikes again (thank god, this fandom would be NOTHING without you)

"God, forbid your hair be in ruin, sweet girl." Abby's wet lips look inviting, especially when she's smirking at you. Delectable, enticing, desired seeping underneath your soul as you try your best to keep them at bay.

"Now that would be positively tragic, wouldn't it? Just a paparazzi's wet dream. Need my hair in ruins for them to get a handsome payday." Abby shakes her head, the budding smile threatening to reveal itself. You can see how it grows, despite the effort she makes to disguise it.

"I think you do enjoy my company. Paid or not, I bring some light into your life." You play with the ends of her hair. The blonde feels a tingle pricking at her skin. She ignores it.

"I can see that smile."

abby anderson call me sweet girl challenge ready set go!!!! hahahah pleaseeee i’d enjoy her company so much!! i’m smiling so hard rn omg… the way you write her is so fucking CUUUUTEEE. she brings all of the light into my life i swear to god… and so do you, raybear, with these absolute lethal masterpieces that you craft for us 🖤🖤 thanks a billion for this mwah mwah mwah i’m gonna smooch you sooooooo hard it breaks my lips

It's these little things Abby remembers, constantly getting her in trouble.

When paparazzi are around, you always accept her hand as she guides you through the swarming crowd. Abby knows you despise it. How inhumane it makes you feel. You feel like an attraction, an object the masses had come to see rather than being viewed as an actual person. In these moments, you cling onto Abby the most. While she's intimidating to all, there leaves a small exception for you, never has she once been anything to you more than just a sweet, gentle giant she wants close to her at all times.

GENTLE GIANT GENTLE GIANT GENTLE GIANT!!!!!!! so unbelievably true… i need her so bad… ngl i would HATE being an actress and you capture this anxiety and overstimulation so well, but would i do it just to have abby as my bodyguard??? well… i’m not saying no…. please i need her to be my bodyguard every day when i get anxious about other strangers walking on the same sidewalk as me….. i need to grab onto her big warm hands…….. mmmmmmh 🍽️

remember when i said some fics deserve to be made into movies??? yeah. yeahhhhhhh HEAVY on this one. (me saying “remember when” as if it wasn’t literally last night 🤦) but SERIOUSLY this is so perfect i can SEE IT PLAY OUT IN MY PEA SIZED BRAIN!!!!!! i’ll never EVER stop singing your praises rayray…. and if you and emi ever wanna cook up a real script… heh… let’s just say…. remiplutenna world domination……

"Please tell me this is the woman I ran into earlier or else I'm going to be even more embarrassed for answering a stranger's phone."

"Well you're in luck."

"Oh thank fuck—" You curse yourself before being so vulgar with someone who you didn't even know. "Sorry! God, this is all my fault. I must have swapped our phones when I picked them up and didn't even realize."

AWWWW THIS IS SO SMART OH EM GEEEE. ACCIDENTALLY SWAPPING PHONES???? AAAAAAAA THATS ADORABLE 😭 abby being in such a rush and a cranky mood that she doesn’t even notice….. real… but i’m swooning i need this to happen to me and her ASAP although my loser ass wouldn’t know how to handle it 🤦 but lemme pretend in the magic of this fic that i would be so chill and cool for a sec 🙂‍↕️

There is a moment, a short one where your eyes go to her chest, the silver barbells constricting against the small fabric, clear as to what lies beneath.

Abby does smirk at that. She's only human.

well yes 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and damn i’m only human too, lemme stare at this bitches nipples for a few minutes… i mean… uhhhh…. lemme suck on them???? or ummm wait….. i didn’t mean to say that haha. yeah sorry heh.

i’d let her guard my body any day…. actually, i’d let her do whatever the hell she wants to my body but that’s a conversation for another time.

"Did I do good? You always say you miss stargazing with your brother back home. I know it's not as quiet as the cabin you have, but I thought it would be okay for now."

"The view isn't bad, not one bit." She admits as she lets you rub her abdomen, the goosebumps crawling upon her skin the more Abby lets you touch her as if she's yours to hold. "Lev would like it. I'm convinced the kid likes you more than me now."

LEV MENTION OH SO IM REALLY BAWLING NOW. MY BABYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! i need to go stargazing with her NOWWWWW we’d have such a fun time, me and my nerd ass 🤓 but also i wanna hold her and hug her and kiss her… sigh, domestic abby i need you. rayray try not to make me sob challenge failed 😞

"Abs, look at me." She meets your eyes, away from the constellations in the sky, afraid if she looks for a moment too long she'll be stuck here forever. "Talk to me, m'right here, not going anywhere unless you want me to."

Instantly, Abby grips your hips, keeping you in your place.

"No, that's not-"

"What?"

"I'm not what you want. I'm surely not what anyone needs. Hell, l've only been with one woman which is deemed to be for not being enough, right? I'm the girl who came out too late, who doesn't have enough experience but because I'm built like some fucking adonis I need to know whatever the fuck I'm doing but I don't. I never know what l'm doing. The only thing I know how to do is protect you, that's all I'm good for and I'm not gonna screw that up just because-”

"Because what?" Your pelvis is on top of hers, your face coming closer to Abby's, watching as you are irrevocably close to her, closer than you've ever been, wet lips ghosting over her pouty pink lips. Abby doesn't even know when you moved, how you got so close, too lost in her own head to register your movements.

NOOOO ABIGAIL ANDERSON DONT SAY THATTTT MY HEART IS SHATTERING 😭 please my baby has too much anxiety… she just needs me to hold her and kiss her and protect her for once…. SHES WHAT I NEEDDDDDD i would gladly be scared and lost and confused by her side 🖤🖤🖤 my sweet sweet baby who i love so much…. who i wanna kiss….. among other things….

"It's not something I'm proud of and I never wanted you to see me differently but l'm not ashamed anymore though. I'm not that person anymore. I haven't been since I met you." Abby falls silent, her cheeks turning crimson before she can try to hide it "You not knowing how I was, it's just the humbling I needed. Not to mention you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen — you still are— but you had a girlfriend so I kept my feelings silent. Something just felt different with you and then you were single and I was afraid of you."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to ruin you so l made a promise to myself. I would never start anything with you, not unless I was in love with you."

"You love me?"

I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH, ABBYYYYYYYY 😭 GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!!!! AND GOD RAYRAY PLEASEEEEE CAN I CATCH A BREAK FROM THIS SWEET FLUFF BEFORE MY ROOM FLOODS FROM ALL OF THESE GOD DAMN TEARS??????????? the way you write dialogue is sooooo cute and so incredibly realistic 😭 my poor babygirl is oblivious and she needs me to repair her heart (which i’d GLADLY do.)

Like honey to a bee, there's nothing that's ever been so sweet.

This is all you need.

"Abby?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"Let's get out of here."

DA PERFECT ENDINGGGGG YUPPPPP!!!! I NEED TO KITH HER NOWWWW!!!!!!! I NEED HER PRETTY SOFT LIPS ON MINEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! SUCH POETRY RAYBABY IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES FOR YOU TO WRITE A BOOK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEUHHHH!!!!

i love u so much sweetiebear rayray and i love everything you cook for us although sometimes it’s deadly (like right now, my heart can’t take this)… i’m actually biting my metaphorical tongue so hard rn (get it, cause i type with my fingers on here, and not my mouth??? hahahah) to keep myself from getting sappy cause i always do and then i feel like a fucking ding dong after 😭😭😭 but i am so proud of you and this banger nonetheless, and i’m adding this (along with the rest of your masterlist) to my list of amazing fics i need to re-read :33 mwah mwah MWAH!!!!!

≛ LONELY IS THE MUSE!

❝ ABBY!CENTRIC ONE SHOT ❞

feat. bodyguard!abby x famous actor!reader

warnings. eighteen+, suggestive nsfw content: reader fell first nd and abby fell harder, some angst, fluff, slightly coded fem reader, personal trainer!abby, just two idiots pining. i saw the discourse for some romance and i wanted to do my part. enjoy friends.

LONELY IS THE MUSE, entangled in an endless web of a high profile life, everyone waiting on you hand and foot, hollywood’s star in their prime — everyone needing a piece for themselves. yet the mysterious blonde who has not a clue to who you are catches the eye of the lonely muse.

wc. 8k

“You know you don’t have to stand this close to me.” Abby counters, but her words didn’t make you move an inch. Not that she really thought they would. Secretly, she enjoys your gentle touch. She likes how comfortable you feel around her. The downpour in New York has your arm entangled with her own, your hand gripping her bicep as she holds the umbrella.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to ruin my hair.” You replied gently, as you rested your head against her relaxed bicep.

“God, forbid your hair be in ruin, sweet girl.” Abby’s wet lips look inviting, especially when she’s smirking at you. Delectable, enticing, desired seeping underneath your soul as you try your best to keep them at bay.

“Now that would be positively tragic, wouldn’t it? Just a paparazzi’s wet dream. Need my hair in ruins for them to get a handsome payday.” Abby shakes her head, the budding smile threatening to reveal itself. You can see how it grows, despite the effort she makes to disguise it.

“I think you do enjoy my company. Paid or not, I bring some light into your life.” You play with the ends of her hair. The blonde feels a tingle pricking at her skin. She ignores it.

“I can see that smile.”

Better than anyone, Abby knows the gleam in your eyes is too dangerous to entertain, so she looks forward. It’s what she's paid to do, to keep you safe. Not to entertain some weird crush that will soon pass when you move on to the next actress, artist, or producer. She doesn’t need a reminder of how different your world is, she’s already abundantly clear on where the both of you stand. Worlds apart from each other, even if you’re leaning against her, the greedy hands of the public grab onto you first, mercilessly sucking the life out of anyone who enters your life.

All it does is isolate you, making your life incredibly lonely. Trapped on the throne you built with your raw talent, but the industry is a double edged sword, as much as it appears to lift you up, it impales any sense of normalcy at a private, peaceful life. You take pride in these little moments you have with her. It’s the only time you get to have a taste of normalcy, even if you did have a bodyguard, which wasn’t entirely normal. Yet, Abby is a gentle reminder of a life she wishes to have. Someone who is kind, and loving; a soul that exists for no selfish gain, greed, or selfishness.

Sometimes, you take advantage of it.

Abby knows you crave physical affection. Ever since your messy break up, you’ve been finding any little excuse to justify it. Abby didn’t really mind at all. Even if she tried to deny it in her head, she’d miss it if you stopped. The incessant need you have to be close to her at all times, your essence bleeding on to her, suffocating her with everything she wants, but knows she can’t ever let herself dip into the deepest edges of you.

Especially, not when you are still attempting to decode the wreckage of your last relationship.

Abby hates seeing you like this, but she knew there was little she could do to help. All she could do is let you ride the wave of heartbreak, take in the silent tears hitting full cheeks, and hope it would all end soon for you. For now, she would allow immediate proximity.

You’re hurting. You need it.

The first few weeks, even a couple months after, she expects it. Now it’s month four, and you were still touching her all the time. Lame excuses falling from your lips daily and Abby was sure you didn’t even believe them. She thought about bringing it up to you, establishing healthy boundaries before she crosses a line.

Yet, it feels…nice.

It felt good to be needed. The reason she had taken this job in the first place. It wasn’t what she had imagined for herself – a bodyguard of a famous musician. She jokes about it now, but it's a twisted fate for the two of you. Your eyes shine bright whenever someone asks, and you always take the lead.

Abby has always been more reserved, and your personality is as bright as the sun. She liked Abby the second she laid eyes on her. Not because she was beautiful or the most gorgeous human she’d ever seen.

Which she is.

No.

Her stupid pounding heart, the one she felt beating violently out of her chest, loves you, has no idea who she is. She had thought possibly the blonde stranger was putting on a front, some did. They liked to conceal their intentions behind greedy eyes and malicious intent.

But Abby turned out to be different.

When a blossoming friendship turned into a job opportunity, it took Abby through a loop. It was the very last thing she was expecting from you. You’d kept her in the dark and when you announced exactly who you were, Abby really didn’t know. Never was she really a fan of social media, didn’t really partake in it unless someone was showing her the latest trend going around. She’s a little old fashioned but she likes it. It worked in her favor when it came to you. Unknowingly, for the first time since your fame struck as quick as lightning, you had the pleasure to befriend someone who had no idea who you were.

As fresh as breathing your first breath of air, you took pride in the circumstance. Someone enjoying your company for who they are and not just for your social standing, fame, or most importantly the money. Before either of you could really even fully come to it, Abby has become such an influential person in your life, and then you were attempting to entice her with a job opportunity, and she accepted.

You thought it would take longer and knew from the moment you had asked. But her life was uprooted by you, and she felt guilty about how much it fills her up with glee.

In the last year, Abby became the only person worthy of your trust, the only one who would keep your confessions confined, not letting the secrets drip like cheap wine down the drain. Rather more as if she was out in the vineyard, carefully hand picking the grapes for the wine as she crafts it herself. Giving it the love, care, and attention it needs to flourish into fine beverage. From one sip alone, knowing she would crave for the taste.

Getting to know you in ways some would dream of. Often, the mass of the public did, but you’re more selective who you let in your life now. Swiftly, you noticed how easily Abby listened.

Listening and seeing you for who you are, not some strewed version the media made you out to be.

She understood why you felt the need to and maybe why you felt comfortable with her. You spent time with her more than anyone. After two years together, she had learned every little detail about you. Where you liked to get your morning coffee, your favorite brunch spot, which bar you like to frequent when you had a night to give, which gym was your favorite, and to not speak with you until you’ve had said coffee.

It’s these little things Abby remembers, constantly getting her in trouble.

When paparazzi are around, you always accept her hand as she guides you through the swarming crowd. Abby knows you despise it. How inhumane it makes you feel. You feel like an attraction, an object the masses had come to see rather than being viewed as an actual person. In these moments, you cling onto Abby the most. While she’s intimidating to all, there leaves a small exception for you, never has she once been anything to you more than just a sweet, gentle giant she wants close to her at all times.

Her stature is standing a little over six feet tall. Her arms always looked too good against the tight fabric of her shirt. The one you grip onto as she is navigating through a crowd with you in tow, she’s always focused. The remainder of your team was behind you, while she was always in front of you.

At all times, protecting you.

But it was moments like today, you were grateful for. You blended with the hectic life of the city. You were just two people waiting at a crosswalk, waiting to get to your next destination.

Abby tries not to pay too much attention to how you’re squeezing her bicep, with a strong grip further indication you weren’t letting go anytime soon.

She supposes it’s better than feeling your hand in hers. There were times when Abby deemed it necessary. She would grab it whenever she needed to get you through from point a to point b, quickly. It made you follow her pace instead of lingering behind. She didn’t even know how she was supposed to feel with your head resting against her arm, your body so close to hers.

How was she supposed to act normally?

The rumors were already getting bad. You denied them when asked, and you did gracefully each time.

All Abby could think about if this moment was captured, it would be perceived as intimate. It felt like it was, but she didn’t want the entire world to see. Not when she felt the two of you walking this very nimble line of friends, something professional, and something more. She didn’t need thousands of eyes giving their two senses in a situation she didn’t even fully understand yet. All it took was one person to snap a photo if she gets too close to you. If her touch stayed on you for too long, or if she let the love reach her eyes. The ladder was the most difficult to control. It’s a part of her just as much as the air in her lungs.

This life is new to her. At times, Abby wondered if she’s biting off more than she could chew.

The only reason she’d left was for you. She had a small, quiet life. Abby’s life was very average, a cloud of normalcy hovered above her before the two of you met. A personal trainer full time and she resided in a cabin about half an hour from where she worked. She chopped wood to relieve stress, Her girlfriend liked it at the time, and she did too. She had her two dogs, and a darling kitten.

She enjoyed the privacy. The isolated countryside her sweet family could reside in. Abby had built this life she was proud of, and it made her happy. For a time, it worked. She was genuinely content with where she was. There wasn’t a need to stress or control where her life was going. It felt like a huge relief. She tended to live inside her own head, not be present in what she has right in front her.

It had been months since she felt like that. It’d felt good and she was proud of herself for not succumbing from within and really coming to terms with what she had built around her. This was the most difficult route for her to take. To allow herself to be open, even if there was a chance of her falling.

Abby really should have felt remorseful for leaving it all behind.

Nora was sweet. The most caring partner she ever had, but there wasn’t much she could compare it to. Besides her, there had only been two, and she didn’t even count Owen. A long misstep until she landed where she needed to be. He did care for her, and he seemed to be more kind-hearted than most men, but the bar was set so low, he should’ve exceeded expectations.

And he did, in some areas.

Others, he fell more than flat but there was little to nothing he could do about it. Abby likes girls and he wasn’t one. Her sexuality shattered their relationship into a million pieces – leaving neither of them any option but to move on.

Nora felt real. This genuine connection she’d never experienced before. Abby knew it one year into their relationship. The pair had built this life together, one where she didn’t feel trapped in, and one Abby could be proud of. She felt acknowledged and loved Nora. There wasn’t a sliver of a doubt in her mind this where she needed to be.

She tells Nora when she needs space, and she isn’t ashamed of it. If she didn’t want to go out, Nora wouldn’t guilt trip her into it. Abby didn’t feel pressured to intertwine her identity with Nora just because they were together. Nora hardly ever gave Abby a reason to be upset. She showed up like partners were supposed to, even when Abby didn’t.

But it was a heavy weight to carry for Nora. Being her first serious queer relationship, Abby was left stunted in areas where Nora had to lend a helping hand. She never made Abby feel bad about it, but the two of them could feel the string keeping them threatening to snap.

Often, it frustrated Abby. To always be the one receiving help and never giving it. She didn't blame her partner, but she was left at a crossroad.

She never understood Owen more and it really pissed her off.

To no fucking end.

But Nora was far more patient than Abby had ever shown. Maybe it was the testament to love or maybe Nora was just a good person and Abby is shitty. She had more patience than Mother Thersea herself, and it amazed her. Always guiding Abby with a gentle hand, never getting upset with her even when she let her anger shine through.

It makes her feel undeserving of a love she could never earn.

This pure and untainted love had never touched her before, and she’d never fallen this hard. Abby didn’t want to be anywhere but here. She really thought this could be it. Nora could be the one. They could get through those hardships together, right?

Then you came and overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

She was running late, which was completely out of the ordinary for Abby. Instead of her neat braid, her sun kissed-blonde hair was in a low bun. Underneath her eyes was evidence of her lack of sleep. She hadn’t been getting any as of lately and the bags only seemed to get deeper.

Abby wouldn’t call the fights constant, but it sure did feel like it.

The back and forth, having the same fight consistently. Abby was more than frustrated. The biggest efforts she made were dismissed by Nora, even making her upset at times. She was trying too hard and being annoying, or not doing enough and then it meant she wasn’t present in the relationship.

Abby felt her stuck at a wall, Nora on the other side of it and she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

So, she was running late.

One of the many fights they’ve had with each other as of late. Nora is tired of dealing with a “baby gay” as she likes to remind her in the heat of their arguments. Abby gets offended, her lips forming into an even deeper pout, her porcelain skin flushed in anger before she gives them both space.

Contemplating about the future of their relationship in the shower, causing her to be late to work in the process.

Astronomically behind – her client arrived at the gym she worked at half an hour ago. The most recent argument with Nora plagued her morning. All they seem to do is argue, trapped in what they both need from the relationship, but all the two of them could do is argue, argue, argue.

But neither of them makes a move. They are still as the eerie silence that carries them into questioning.

It’s when she’s too inside her head, fearing about the future, when she violently bumps into you. Body colliding with yours, Abby’s stone-like build causes you to crash into the pavement, your belongings scatter along with Abby’s.

“Fuck. Are you alright? Sorry, I’m in such a hurry, I’m sure I wasn’t even paying attention.” You let her pick you from the ground, she does with ease. She looks right through you and you expect the excitement, the excited tears, or to be asked for a picture but it never comes.

“For a moment I thought I ran into a wall—” You giggle to yourself. “Really, I’m alright.” You spoke softly. You pick up both of your belongings that had slipped from both of your grips, returning it to its owner.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Abby asks again.

You think it’s cute how much lace of concern is conveyed in her cerulean eyes, full of light and wonder, so beautiful it stops you in your tracks.

“No no! I’m fine! Really don’t worry about it.”

Honestly, you’re still in amazement she has no idea who you are. It makes your fondness of her grow even more. The two of you depart quickly, go about your day, and you think nothing of it until you go to unlock your phone to message your manager and it’s not a picture of the moon you’d taken during the eclipse, it’s the mysteriously hot and kind woman you’d run into before.

Shit. She has my phone.

Lucky for you, Abby was coming to the same realization. Ready to bring out the workout she had planned out for her first client, opening her phone to access where she had written everything out only to find this isn’t her phone. Well, fuck.

Abby hollers at Dina to take over the client for a moment, excusing herself for a moment before retreating into the office to call from her direct line.

Idiot Anderson. Now you get to make an idiot of yourself, twice.

Way to go.

She calls her phone and it rings a few times before the familiar voice chimes through the speaker, the one she heard this morning during her fit of anxiety.

“Please tell me this is the woman I ran into earlier or else I’m going to be even more embarrassed for answering a stranger's phone.”

“Well you’re in luck.”

“Oh thank fuck—” You curse yourself before being so vulgar with someone who you didn’t even know. “Sorry! God, this is all my fault. I must have swapped our phones when I picked them up and didn’t even realize.”

“It’s okay, really, if I was paying attention where I was walking this morning it never would have happened. Did you wanna meet?”

“No! Let me. Please, this is all my fault. I should at least be the one who makes the drive.”

“Are you sure? It’s really no trouble. I don’t mind.”

“I’m really sure.”

Abby offers the address of work, thinking once after she does if it’s a good idea, a total stranger knowing where she works but she’s already giving the street name and suite number before she can even make her mind. Abby usually doesn’t get nervous but this situation has sent her into a frenzy, thinking about how dumb she could have been. Nora will get a good laugh out of it she thinks, then she is reminded of the fight the two of them were still in. She wonders if she’s even tried to reach out to her yet or if Nora’s just waiting until Abby’s anger rolls over.

More favorably, the ladder.

Until the two of them have the comfort of their lives, the cushion they have between their shared friends and the home they share twenty minutes out of the state, until it comes up again and they’ll be contemplating it all over again. Anxiously, the front desk girl, Bevs, the younger girl who has a crush on her, shyly comes up to her.

Bevs says what she assumes is your name, confusing Abby in the process.

“You know her?”

“How could you not? She’s one of the most famous actresses ever.” Abby is stunned to say the least. Truthfully, she had no idea. Her lack of social media keeps her out of the loop and as much as her friends tease her about, if Abby knew who you were the first time around, she’s sure she wouldn’t have been able to say more than two words. Clearly, you’re a fresh face to her. Already, Abby knows Manny is going to have a field day when Bevs lets this information spill in her sheer excitement.

Great, she thinks.

“Oh.”

“I put her in your office. Some of the clients were already starting to have questioning looks, putting the pieces together. Hey! Maybe they're as clueless as you.”

“Bevs, go back to the front desk.” With a curt nod and realizing she has pushed too far, with a tail between her legs she retreats back to her post.

Okay, Anderson, let’s get this over with.

Abby smells you the minute she steps foot in her office. It’s not the usual pinewood scent the candle in her office radiates. There’s a lingering smell of lavender with just a hit of vanilla. It’s sweet as it engulfs her nostrils, she finds herself sniffling slightly, a silent beg for more of it. You’re standing the minute you’re aware of her presence. Painfully, Abby is aware of her lack of clothing. The tight sport jacket is left unopened, her black sweatpants, accompanied with her sports bra, abs on display as she watches your eyes examine her carefully.

She’s not sure how to feel about it.

There is a moment, a short one where your eyes go to her chest, the silver barbells constricting against the small fabric, clear as to what lies beneath.

Abby does smirk at that. She’s only human.

You keep staring at her for a minute longer, well it feels like one but Abby deems it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s really not a problem.” The more time goes on, the sweeter you are. “It’s pretty close to where I live.”

Abby didn’t know it then but you were lying straight through your teeth. The trainer didn’t know you moved around your entire day to make the phone swap or the butterflies swarming your stomach from just how attractive and nice she seemed to be. There was something about her that sent your caution flying to the wind, drifting in the leaves with the rest of your pride.

“Well I appreciate you coming out this way, even if it’s in your area. I really wouldn’t have minded taking the drive.” Abby pulls out your phone as she hands you yours. It’s simple, transactional, and it should have just been left at that but you had a fondness of putting your foot in your mouth.

“Are you a trainer here?”

“Uh, yeah. Been doing it for a few years actually. I spent so much time here already, now I get paid for it. Can’t really complain.”

“Do you ever do private sessions?”

“Um-” Abby scratches the back of her awkwardly, not sure if you’re asking her genuinely or if you’re trying to insinuate something else entirely.

“Oh fuck no! I didn’t mean it like that. I just have a….job opportunity I have to get in shape for and you just look like you know what you’re doing.” Abby thought you might as well point to her physique but if anything she was flattered. It was always nice knowing something she’s been working on for years, her longest standing commitment besides Nora, is appreciated.

“Sure, we could work something out.” You slightly smile before you exchange phones, this time on purpose, to put in the other’s number. Normally, she didn’t give out her number to clients, but Abby makes an exception for you that day. To this day, she’ll never outwardly admit why she did, not even to herself.

Two years later, she’s single from her life being turned upside down by you. The casualty being her own relationship, leaving Nora behind was one of the hardest decisions she’s made. Nora never agreed on Abby taking the job. As much as Nora wished for Abby to be more open about their endeavors, as soon as she accepted an offer that could drastically expand the trajectory of their life, Nora couldn’t be asked to compromise another thing.

That was that. Not even two months into Abby working for you and Nora had called it quits. Abby never talked about it, only you knew she had a girlfriend she used to talk about when you began training with her, and then it was just silent. Back then, you didn’t know her well enough to pry, so you didn’t.

Even as time passed, the two of you became friends through your employment, spending all your time with her during press season for your upcoming film, Lonely Is The Muse, together. Today was the only day you had off, even if it means Abby technically had the day off, you insisted that both of you leave the hotel and go out for the day. It's the most peace you felt during the European leg of the tour. Only one more day of dealing with your sensory issues, people in your face telling you when and where to go, or the distasteful question regarding your past public breakup instead of the work you were promoting.

Some interviewers were kind enough to let the drama go but some wanted to get their own viral moment, waiting for you to say the wrong thing. As the industry likes to say, any publicity is good publicity.

When you’re America's sweetheart actress of the century, such luxuries can’t be afforded.

As your manager likes to remind you, there’s a reputation you have to protect.

“Would you like to head back now? Long day tomorrow. Last day of interviews and then your flight leaves first thing in the morning.”

“Did Stassie put you up to this?”

“Maybe.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the fun one.”

“Mhm, your definition of fun is letting you do whatever you want.”

“And the problem with that is?”

All Abby can do is chuckle.

“What do you want to do then?” Abby asks. She takes note of the sparkle in your eyes, as blinding as the sun but obtaining the serenity of the moon. “I’m all ears sweetheart.”

It’s how the two of you end up here, a rooftop party, a friend of a friend you said. The party was lowkey, more than the typical ones you would get invited. Maybe because you weren’t in Los Angeles, Miami, or New York — but tucked away on another continent — or perhaps everyone here is just discreet.

There’s only two fans that come up to you instead of twenty. You’re thankful for some sense of normalcy, one night where you can just feel normal. It still never gets old, people coming up to you as they confess the impact you’ve had on their life. It feels unbelievable at times but you’re grateful for the luxury life you’ve been granted.

“Here. No liquor tonight.” Abby hands you a glass of red wine, your favorite beverage of choice when you couldn’t have tequila.

“Yes Ma’am.” You playfully salute her. More than anything, you enjoy the not so subtle chuckle. “Not that I don’t love your company but isn’t Stassie supposed to boss me around?”

“She felt under the weather. Plus, we both know you don’t listen to her.”

“And I listen to you?” Your hand plays with her loose blonde hair, smoothing out the white button she’s wearing.

“Yeah, you do. I wonder why that is.” Abby is playing with fire tonight. Possibly due to the fact that you wouldn’t leave her side, not even for a moment, keeping your body close, practically gluing yourself to her. Yes, she’s charged with keeping you safe and protected but it seems you find enjoyment bringing it to another level entirely.

“You’re much nicer to look at, that’s all.” It’s light, a quiet whisper, not meant to be heard by anyone — not even for Abby to hear. “Don’t wanna make my handsome bodyguard upset.”

Faking your pout as you let the words leave your lips, Abby chuckles as you get closer to her, her body standing strong as you push your weight onto her. Stoic as always, while you lean on her, she keeps her eyes peeled. Ensuring your safety at all times.

“Flattery isn’t going to get you a shot tonight.”

“I’m just stating the obvious.”

Abby chuckles, again. She’s delighted you’re enjoying yourself, even if it comes at her expense. There’s a soft jazz song playing outside, couples dancing to the music, you zone out for a moment as you look upon one in particular.

They are older, possibly in their forties, raven hair beginning to gray, fine lines crinkle when they smile at each other but it’s hard to take note of anything else but the way the couple looks at each other. Your mind wonders how long they’ve been together, if it’s been for years, months, a couple weeks.

It doesn’t really matter. You just want that.

The feeling isn’t lost on you, especially when you’re in the arms of the woman you love. For her, she’s being protective, doing her job but you wish it was different. A bubbling desire dripping off your tongue, a need to have her close to you but because she wants. Not because she’s paid to.

“If I can’t have any tequila shots, god forbid, you have to dance with me.” You down the rest of your wine, placing the empty glass on the bar. “C’mon, you can give Stassie an earful later.”

Pulling her towards the makeshift dance floor, Abby leads as your head rests against her chest. The steady, soft heartbeat soothes you, a reminder of the safety you feel with her. Caught in the riptide of her kind eyes and heart full of gold. It’s what makes her so unique, so loved, so her. With a surprisingly good tone, Abby sings to the music softly before twirling you around and spinning your body back to her.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Your hand rubs lovingly on her lower back as she holds you in her arms. You take pride when it doesn’t feel transactional. When she holds you and it feels as if she was meant to. There’s nothing else comparable to it, her frame melting into yours as your soul finds solace in her warm embrace.

“There’s plenty of things.” Playfully, Abby smirks.

“Oh yeah. I’m sure.”

The sarcasm practically drips out of you as her smirk grows wider.

“Can I ask you something?” You hesitate for a moment as you find her beautiful blue eyes staring into your soul. It’s only then does everything troubling might dissipate while she holds you — secretly hoping it’s forever.

“You can ask me anything.”

You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts as you move to the delicate beat. “Do you ever wish for a life where you could have had a normal life? I wonder if things could be different.”

Immediately, Abby answers.

“Not anymore, no, not for a second.”

If it was even possible, Abby pulls you closer to her, not urging a word more. It’s how she is, cold and distant to some but they don’t feel the stutter in her breath when you’re near or the soft pad of her thumb rubbing soothingly on the back of your hand. Or the soft words of encouragement when you’re having a difficult day.

They hear none of it.

She dances with you for a couple more songs, before you find solace on the couch. You lay beneath the moonlight, your body cuddles into her side as you stare up at the sky.

It’s lost on you how you’ve ended with her, someone as kind and untainted as her, wanting to spend her free time with you, but you’re grateful for it. Whatever god you have to thank, you’ll get on your knees to praise their alter for bringing Abby into your life. She’s the best thing to ever happen to you and she doesn’t even know it. Albeit, she hardly knows the extent of how wonderful she is.

“Why here?”

“It’s a good night, nice weather. Why not?”

A question with a question. It’s the most straightforward answer you’ll ever give her. Innuendos for the sweet girl to piece together, but with the soft circles being drawn her stomach with the pad of your finger leaves little to nothing to decode.

“It’s nice, yeah.”

Abby always has so little to say but her mind swarms with a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea and a million of why this is where the constellations in the jaded sky have led to you. Straight into the pits of innocence, a heart that’s been hurt more times than she can count but still as golden and whole as one could be.

“What do you think of Italy?”

“It’s nice.”

“Nice? That’s all I get?”

Abby smirks but her body stills when you play with the waistband of her trousers before gliding back to the security of her abdomen, carving the liner of her defined abs. The ones she tries so hard to cover up, but you saw on the very first day you met her.

“Do you want more?” You ask, an eyebrow raising in suggestion. Abby knows it’s a double edged sword, one she doesn’t want to be injured with.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game.” Cautiously, Abby warns. “I’m not sure that last drink was a great idea.”

You rest your head on her sternum, sapphire eyes looking down at you as her hand finds home on your waist, the blunt of your nails scratching softly at her stomach.

“They always seem like a great idea at the time, don’t they?” With a gentle hand, you caress her scarred cheek, the pad of your thumb gently tenderly kissing the freckled skin. Outlining the softness of her jaw with your left, while your right one refuses to leave her stomach.

“I don’t see how anyone would ever want to leave you.” Abby hums, not giving you much to go off of, tight lipped as she’s always been. The Nora situation has always been on your mind. One day, Abby’s speaking of her like she’s the love of her life and the next? Abby stiffens so tight when you bring up her name you promise yourself to never speak of it again. Until now, almost two years later, you’re more curious than you have ever been. The fatal ending, not belonging to you, but still you paw for the answers with your greedy palms.

“You can just ask me if you want to know. I can see the look in your eyes.”

“What look? I don’t have a—”

Abby tilts your chin with your palm, leaning into her touch as you often do.

“Yes, you do.”

“How do you know this look?”

“Hm.” Her thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “You’re just trying to get me in trouble now.”

Your tone shifts, your eyes become transcendent, more crystal clear than they’d been all night.

“What happened between you and Nora?” You ask, treading lightly on the ground you’re skating upon, in fear the ground beneath you might just crack if you apply too much pressure.

“Why is it so important to you?”

“It’s not that it’s—” You face plant into her chest, giving yourself a moment to breathe. Fuck, even her chest smells good.

“You don’t ask about anything unless it’s of value to anyone. You don’t waste time, you’re very adamant about it. Painfully so.” Blonde eyebrows relax as she closes her eyes for a moment, but her touch on you soothes you. It’s gentle; a somber comfort bleeding into blissful joy.

“But I’ve spent a lot of time with you.”

“Yes, you’ve spent a lot of your time with me.

Abby opens her eyes to see you, your head tilted to the right, as you look upon each carve of her angelic face, the one that could only be carved by the gods above, resembling an angel on earth. As pure as the snow with the biggest heart of gold you ever have had the pleasure of knowing.

“What?”

“I didn’t say a thing.” You smile slyly.

“We didn’t break up because of you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Abby sighs, “You’re not some homewrecker. My home with Nora was already wrecked before we met.”

“Are you just saying it to make me feel better?”

“No, I’m not.” You play with the ends of her golden hair, it hurts to be this close to what you want but knowing it’s so clearly out of your reach, league even, all of it will end the same. “Nora wasn’t fond of her being my first relationship with a woman. It caused a ripple effect, me feeling like I wasn’t good enough and her feeling like she has to carry me in the relationship, emotionally anyway.”

“Is that why you broke up?”

“No.”

“It was because of me.” You state, as a matter of fact, knowing there is no other truth to be known. With tears welling up in your eyes, an ache in your heart, one that made you ache all over. The dread of the guilt weighing heavily on your heart, time and distance still isn’t enough for you to run from it.

“It was a job that was a great opportunity. Alright? It wasn’t you, even if I hadn’t, we both wanted different things. I didn’t even realize it until after but I wasn’t happy. I promise, it has nothing to do with you.”

What Abby didn’t know, you needed to hear her say those words. In the back of your head, a monstrous demon unleashes in your mind, telling you crashed her relationship. You were the problem and her inevitable doom, but she’s assuring you it wasn’t the case.

“We hardly knew each other back then.”

As pathetic as it sounds, Abby can’t imagine her life without you.

“Yeah hardly.”

There’s that look again, pouring into Abby’s soul as it eats her up whole, the gleam in your eyes begging for more. It’ll complicate things if Abby gets involved, she knows this, but it already seems like she is despite her best efforts not to be.

“Did I do good? You always say you miss stargazing with your brother back home. I know it’s not as quiet as the cabin you have, but I thought it would be okay for now.”

“The view isn’t bad, not one bit.” She admits as she lets you rub her abdomen, the goosebumps crawling upon her skin the more Abby lets you touch her as if she’s yours to hold. “Lev would like it. I’m convinced the kid likes you more than me now.”

“As he should. I’m pretty damn amazing.”

“He asks too many questions though.”

“About what?”

“I dunno…..things.” Abby retreats back into her shell, the layer of protection she uses to protect herself from getting hurt. Most of all, out of everyone the gods could torture her to be confused about, of course it has to be you. Everyone in your life is always begging for pieces of your time, pieces of your affection and bits of your time to suck you dry. Abby has always wondered how you juggle it all. It feels cruel to even think you would put her in the mix.

Painfully, there’s nights like tonight, where she sees the desire swarming in your eyes — every part of her pleads to give in to the temptation. Give into something she’s never even let herself think about until the last few months. As thick as drywall, there was a barrier keeping her heart from you, one she kept to protect you and herself even.

The absolute last thing she wanted was to wreck everything this has to offer. If she makes the wrong move, all of it can come crashing down on you…it’s the last thing she wants. Make you a martyr in her story, one she thinks and dreams of often but knows you’re too big for her to exist in your life. The circles you run in don’t even exist in the same planet, the same fucking universe if Abby’s being honest.

“What things?” You pout, your hand traveling south, caressing her thigh with a familiarity Abby wishes you didn’t have. She wishes for a lot but they never come true, that’s all you can be, a dying wish Abby curses upon a fading star.

“It’s just stupid shit, not worth mentioning.”

“Abby…”

“Yeah?”

“I—” You take a deep breath, your voice already shaky and you haven’t even told her yet. “I don’t think you even know how much you mean to me.” Abby isn’t sure where you’re going with this, terrifying her instantly.

Have you finally had your fill of her? Were you gonna fire her? Now?

“Lev doesn’t just talk to you about us.”

“Us?” Nervously, Abby stomach clenches, unprepared for where this conversation is heading.

“Why are you so scared?”

Abby visibly and loudly gulps, almost making you giggle slightly.

“I-I’m not.”

The stonewall she attempts to hide behind but you won’t let her, not tonight. Slumping in the shadows, waiting for you to find someone else to love as she watches your happiness from a far, that’s what she allows herself. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Abs, look at me.” She meets your eyes, away from the constellations in the sky, afraid if she looks for a moment too long she’ll be stuck here forever. “Talk to me, m’right here, not going anywhere unless you want me to.”

Instantly, Abby grips your hips, keeping you in your place.

“No, that’s not—”

“What?”

“I’m not what you want. I’m surely not what anyone needs. Hell, I’ve only been with one woman which is deemed to be for not being enough, right? I’m the girl who came out too late, who doesn’t have enough experience but because I’m built like some fucking adonis I need to know whatever the fuck I’m doing but I don’t. I never know what I’m doing. The only thing I know how to do is protect you, that’s all I’m good for and I’m not gonna screw that up just because I—”

“Because what?” Your pelvis is on top of hers, your face coming closer to Abby’s, watching as you are irrevocably close to her, closer than you’ve ever been, wet lips ghosting over her pouty pink lips. Abby doesn’t even know when you moved, how you got so close, too lost in her own head to register your movements.

“It doesn’t matter.” Abby puffs out.

“It matters to me.” You sink into her, further, if it's even possible. “No one matters more than you, alright?”

“But there’s people.” Abby looks for an excuse to get up, she comes up enough so she’s sitting up against the armrest of the patio couch, holding your lower back as she does so, leaving you straddling her hips.

“I don’t care. All that matters is you.” You push a piece of blonde hair away, seeing her beautiful cheeks more clearly, her shining blue eyes finding its unique path to your heart, the one especially made for her. “Here just let me talk, alright? You don’t have to say anything. Just listen.”

Abby is nearly crying, practically purring as you run your fingers through her cascading blonde hair. It’s too much but not enough. Although she is sure of one thing, the one thing she wants more than anything.

“I’ve always been one for pretty girls. I had a reputation around Hollywood, always chasing one after the next, never reaching my fill or as the tabloids like to say.” You chuckled half-heartedly; the wound cutting deeper than you would have liked. “My publicist having to pay paparazzi an obscene amount of money to get these photos from ever hitting online, month after month, it was pathetic really. Just trying to fill a hole, one I didn’t even know how to fill.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“It’s not something I’m proud of and I never wanted you to see me differently but I’m not ashamed anymore though. I’m not that person anymore. I haven’t been since I met you.” Abby falls silent, her cheeks turning crimson before she can try to hide it “You not knowing how I was, it's just the humbling I needed. Not to mention you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen— you still are— but you had a girlfriend so I kept my feelings silent. Something just felt different with you and then you were single and I was afraid of you.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin you so I made a promise to myself. I would never start anything with you, not unless I was in love with you.”

“You love me?”

“It’s impossible not to.” You sigh into her, forehead pressed against hers, her strong hold not letting go. “You don’t have to say anything or do anything. I don’t expect anything in return. I just can’t live in a world where you think because you’re not experienced as some, you think you’re less than people who are.”

“It’s true, I’m not there with everyone else and it shows.”

“Abby, you’re not getting it.”

“Well, no shit. I’m not good enough for any of this, you especially.”

“It’s not…” You bite your lip as you reach for her hands on your waist, intertwining them with your own. “Abs, it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.” Your lips ghost over her lips again, but this time Abby inches closer, her breath warm as it hits your mouth.

“What?”

“If I was a patient person and waited for you.”

More than before, Abby’s breath is heavy as the rise and fall of her chest is rapid, trying to calm herself down but it’s impossible when you’re this close. It’s a lot for her, maybe she’s overly sensitive, but your touch is practically lighting her on fire. Abby wonders if it will ever be able to be put out or if your magnetic touch will leave her scorned.

Puppy eyes inwardly pleading for an ounce of your touch, so sweet as she supports your weight with her strong thighs, anchoring you to her — never quite letting go. A single glance detrimental to the layer of protection she built around herself.

“There’s no more waiting, m’right here.” Abby closes the gap indefinitely, lips connecting with yours as they move in perfect harmony, as if this is what she was made for. Involuntarily, she whimpers in your mouth as you gently tug at her bottom nibble at her bottom lip, your tongue sliding in as it dominates her own. It happens too quickly — the way her very being melts into you.

Like honey to a bee, there’s nothing that’s ever been so sweet.

This is all you need.

“Abby?”

“Yeah, angel?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

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The Good Bad Mother Live Blogging

I know of this show because Lee Dohyun is starring in it but I didn't add it to the list bc it seems a little too depressing. But now Lee Dohyun's in the military so nothing new from him for a while but my desire to see him act reignited after his episode in Death's Game, so I decided to see if I'd be interested in any of the shows he's done and this one seems more lighthearted than I expected, like this Youtube edit I saw (even though it'll likely still be fairly heavy at times because I know there's child abuse).

Seems like a beloved show with an actor who is beloved to me, I hope I enjoy it. Besides, not like I thought I'd love 18 Again as much as I did.

Ep 1 (Apr 1)

ahhh cute, the pig proposal

aughhh he's so happy to be a dad, i'm assuming he's gonna die or be so injured that he's at the hospital forever or something? will the fire that this guy warned about be the reason...

Ah fuck, not the fuckers wanting to tear down the farm... will they set the farm on fire and get the husband killed? ever since that guy warmed about a fire, i keep thinking it'll be the cause of this man's death, I even wondered if the torch whatever will have fire that does something lol

agh duh these fuckers are committing arson, as expected

nooooo, not all the fucking villagers having been bought or threatened by the Construction fuckers

and fuckass prosecutor bruhhhh are they gonna kill him or something?

this reminds me of the beginning of Psychopath Diary where things were just piling and piling and piling up and I couldn't do it anymore

they done killed him and framed it as suicide goddamn

she's going to a different village, i see

these villagers are so funny lmfao

ah, the other baby was a girl (as expected because they kept wanting a son too much and it was uncomfortable...), is she gonna be the love interest?

I'm not surprised Mijoo's father turned out to be trash, he wanted a son way too much

Lee Dohyun 1st appearance, hiiii

Mijoo's crush on him is cute

pleaseeee Kangho likes her too hehehe

not at this exact timing pleaseeeeee

nooo the birthday meal

Kangho and Mijoo are so cute man, do they divorce or something later on? Cuz I know Kangho has 2 kids he seemingly played with but was the mother of those kids not in the picture? I vaguely remember that they maybe reconnected or had a happy ending in terms of romance

Ah, and this is where he decided to become somebody who will be cold and powerful

ahhh ewwwww not the parallels but Kangho becoming the terrible shitty corrupt prosecutor T.T and for a Construction company too, nonetheless

omg not A construction company, THE construction company: Woobyuk... girl they killed your dad! the guy you're calling boss, I'm assuming, is the same guy, Song Woo Byuk !! so unless you're doing this to gain his trust and betray him, you're fucked

I think in this show and Psychopath Diary, it's like yes, this much corruption can exist or these terrible things can happen to one person, so the unfortunate circumstances piling up were worse than in A Killer Paradox which had bad circumstances but it was due to accidentally murdering someone (+ some possible supernatural power), which is easier to deal with because it's extremely unlikely.

Very good episode, I'm really engaged and it's a good mix of humour vs tragedy.

Ep 2 (Apr 1)

ewww Kangho nooo, working with Woobyuk Construction and taking bribes like cars and houses T.T and even getting offered to be the dude's son like that man killed your father !! At least he didn't give the phone as evidence though... maybe in the end when he's back to being his old self, he'll use it to take down Woobyuk

Kangho sliiightly suspicious, like is he actually just getting close to Woobyuk to take it down?

he's too happy to be this man's son so I'm like nah he's into this but then he keeps repeating the homerun or strikeout line and didn't give the phone ah

ah you're a shitty father too I'm assuming

Kangho... wouldn't be cheating on Mijoo right? He wouldn't, right? No, right? like I assumed he's a bad husband since he's rejecting her calls but...

why is her mother pretending she's in the US? Are... Kangho and Mijoo not married? I thought the Jouri calling Kangho was her... aren't the kids supposed to be his? Maybe Mijoo got pregnant when they ended things and Kangho doesn't know? Since he apparently never visits the village either?

oh i see, the father is unknown

ouch, Kangho not letting his mother come up to his room when she brought food all the way to Seoul for his birthday

Oh Tae Soo? was that the prosecutor's name from Kangho's father's case or no?

Is that the ballerina girl who had a scuffle with Mijoo?

So this is still in the past right? Kangho for some reason targetted Oh Tae Soo's daughter for drugs, is it because he's Woobyuk Group's enemy? but I thought they worked together?

oh I hate this I am sooooo susceptible to Lee Dohyun being a romantic interest like omg this is not the ship I'm gunning for, where's Mijoo?!

damn, Oh Tae Soo threatening Kangho just like that

ah, she is indeed the ballerina who kicked Mijoo man fuck

also he hasn't broken up with her yet, so has this happened like just a few days ago or what?

ah, Tae Soo betrayed Woobyuk group

pls Kangho's plan to join Woohyuk Group, himself, and the president together by becoming Woohyuk's son and Tae Soo's son in law

but I also don't trust Woobyuk group and Oh Tae Soo to not work together and betray Choi Kangho as well

Is he... gonna fucking kill the mother/baby???? Choi Kangho...

he is so fucking utterly deplorable oh my god Choi Kangho just murdered someone and their baby... like I'm in disbelief... I want to think that he just pretended.... and somehow didn't have the people in the car when he pushed it into the water

oh I see Jouri is the village name lol I forgot and thought it was a nickname for Mijoo lol

Awooga, he wants to be adopted by the Chairman, which means he has to no longer be the son of his mother or what?

Ah, the fucking food thing really got to me like in all these dramas and also IRL, I'm freaking obsessed with food and sharing food between families and significant others and close friends etc, so it was already tragic before when the mother kept telling Kangho to not eat too much/to not be full so that he's not sleepy and the way he didn't have his birthday dinner with his mom the day he got stuck with Mijoo and not accepting the food that his mom brought to Seoul but now her offering him food again and him rejecting it

and finally, the accident

I've realized that the woman who plays Mijoo was also the cop from Strangers From Hell.

Woah, not only is Lee Dohyun the lead in this but the director Shim Na Yeon is also the same director as Beyond Evil.

I already know the kids are Kangho's because of comments on that edit. The biggest question for me now is whether Kangho is double-crossing these powerful people or not, because I don't think he actually murdered that mother and child and maybe he is just biding his time and such.

But idk if we're gonna actually get any of the plot stuff in the next 10? 11? episodes since he's gonna be kid-like

Anyway, so far, they're obviously both unlikeable because although the mother started off kind in ep 1 and is not again kind and pitiful, she abused Kangho throughout his childhood by forbidding him from eating too much or engaging in hobbies or doing anything fun while now Kangho isn't just cutting off his mother (not unreasonable IMO) but also scheming with powerful corrupt people (unreasonable and deplorable if true and not just him biding his time).

Ep 3 (Apr 1)

Ah fuck, the way he doesn't let him eat is actually insane like he has to hide when he's eating food

I was wondering if the accident was intentional, seems like Oh Tae Soo was maybe behind it

omggg the daughter was behind it?! crazyyyy. I was like I don't see how it'd be planned that only he would get hurt but it makes sense if she was in on it

I wonder why she's in on it and for how long? Like did the father tell her that Kangho's using her after he was threatened and that's why? Or was it even before that?

are we gonna have a stalker or something for Mijoo's storyline? I want better for female characters than to be threated with rape and murder fr. Her nail salon is fun, let's continue with that

oh my god it's Samsik the dumbass

So Samsik was tricked into taking that ring or what?

crying at them simultaneously asking each other when Samsik is discharging and when Mijoo is coming back but then being like whelp... back to work

girl this is so fucked up like he forgot such huge chunks of his life but not the mantra of if you're full, you'll be sleepy and if you're sleepy, you can't study.

I did wonder if the woman was gonna run away with the money but they did open the shop and her and Mijoo were working together, so I guessed no... oof

It's a terrible mix of humor and cruelty to once again see Kangho deprived of food "for his own good"

Well, at least he's moving his wrist/hand enough to eat again

Ep 4 (Apr 1)

Bro, I can't be binging the show like this, each ep is 70-80 mins long but I'm obsessed, why is it so good?

the 7 year old twins are sooo funny lmfaooo terrorizing their father like this not that they know the relationship yet

omggg she'd taken out the money from her bankbook that she had for her kids for this nail salon T.T

bruh Mijoo and Kangho are so cute and she's even investing in him and believing in him, is Kangho the one who leaves? After he makes it? I'll be so mad

ah, Woobyuk guy knows that Choi Kangho knows that he killed his dad

oof, Kangho's mother faced with the fact that Kangho took bribes and has harmed innocent people and people protest him

not the kids talking about how their father is a horrifying bastard according to their grandma right to their father Kangho heh

omg this is such a tragic scene when she's losing her mind over Kangho having been a terrible person but also he literally doesn't remember

ahhh Mijoo and Kangho meeting ?!?!?! cried

Lee Dohyun as a male love interest or as a son with a mother-son or father-son relationship being explored always gets me like fr. 18 Again, Death's Game, Good Bad Mother all have bits of both and he's so good at it.

Ep 5 (Apr 1)

losing my mind, Mijoo and Kangho are so cute

oh...he's hiding something from Mijoo? I saw some comments that said that maybe as he was finding more about his father's death and concocting a plan, he decided to leave Mijoo (and his mother although that was already done) so that the enemies don't have something to hurt him with/harm Mijoo to get back at him

oh he even says there's something he wants to do and she says and you must do it on your own? so ig it really is revenge related

"That's it? I thought I'd receive more for devoting myself to making you a prosecutor." frrr agh women supporting their male partners through school and such and then these dudes leaving them once they achieve their dream

ahh her talking like he just used her for cooking, chores and love T.T

omg I just realized the nail thing like Mijoo doing her mother's nails with markers as a child vs properly now

so am I supposed to actually care about/pay attention to this artist mans and whatever he's up to?

plss it'd be hilarious if the yakuza story is true bc someone on the on-air thread was like maybe the mask, funny lady is actually in a gang

why are there so many mentions of the foot-and-mouth disease like farm restrictions and on the TV, is something gonna happen to her farm?

oh yeah Jiwoong was in this for 1 second apparently lol

oof, so Hayoung's father told her that Kangho killed his other woman and child (when in fact he (pretended to?) kill the father's other child lol)

okay as soon as the pig started running and the kids + Kangho started chasing, I was like man what if there's a car crash but at least the singer dude crashed his own car and didn't hurt one of the kids

omg how must Mijoo feel to see Kangho and her kids barelling towards her, she's never seen this happen (it didn't even happen for 7 years)

damn the village president and the mask lady are rich af

anyway, I know the mother apparently dies by the end, so I guess this illness is the beginning of that?

bruhhh that's fr crazy, Woobyuk's men have just been hiding inside the cabinets to protect Kangho?

Omg I think I remember a scene from the edit where Kangho made a mess but was trying to convince his mother that in fact some kidnappers or strange men came and made a mess. I thought it was a funny coverup but seems like the pig thing happened but also the fight between strange men was true loll

Ep 6 (Apr 1)

ah, they're not there to protect Kangho but to find dirt on Oh Tae Soo, which they may assume is with Kangho

not the guard yaoi in the closet (lol!)

do we have to pay attention to that Star tattoo on Oh Tae Soo's man?

What exactly are they looking for the original copy of? Is it to do with Kangho or possibly to do with the case of his father from 35 years ago?

is Kangho's mother going to do something for the mother who was protesting against Kangho in front of the office building?

pls I'm dying at this singer Hoon mans literally making the rounds around this village to meet the former elementary school classmates

omggg not the kids literally being like heh it feels like we're eating dinner as a family, Kangho dad, Mijoo mom

omg the kids also don't like carrots, just like Kangho

"Was I a bad person to Mijoo-ssi too? I hope I wasn't. But I guess I was" alksdfjlaksdfj;laskdfj k;l

omg Young-soon's parents and brother died in a car crash?

stage 4 stomach cancer omg

not the "stand up" like I get that she's doing it because she thinks she won't be here for much longer but he'll have to live on his own but like come on...

Does Mijoo's mother know that Kangho's the father at all?

Ep 7 (Apr 2)

dyinggg these bodyguards actually buying the farm, I’m gonna need them to have a house and a farm and a relationship by the end of this show lmfao

nooo i expected the pig disease but they aren’t even the ones sick, the goats nearby are and so they gotta be culled

oh so Kangho was exposing Woobyuk Group in disguise but as the man said, he was patching it up as well.

ahh Yejin having a breakdown like our dad must be smart and cool and rich and great!!!

omg she really was planning on killing herself with the herbicide and now hanging herself? nooooo

this show is fucking insane omg

also i got impatient and checked and it seems like at least by mid ep 12 his memory is back? he was talking about needing to commit multiple crimes to cover up one crime but by ep 10 he was still child like im supposed to now just go to sleep after that ending?

Ep 8 (Apr 2)

this is actually so fucked up like yes he can’t stand or walk. yay what the ruck, you’re throwing him into the water in the rain to make him try to survive? it kinda bothers me that by the end i guess he’ll fully gain strength and ability in his legs but it could’ve been interesting if they showed that he was never able to walk again or maybe he could stand and walk for short periods of time but still needed his wheelchair. but that would be a focus on disability and this is more concerned with shock and emotion

that letter… what did Kangho know or plan?

omg?! in the memories?

this showwww

Ep 9 (Apr 2)

I’m so excited that we’re getting to see this actually because i was afraid we wouldn’t get answers before man’s memory comes back

ohh the art thing

so he found out about the Ih Tae Soo being in kahoots with Woobyuk after doing a lot of investing

kinda confusing when exactly the timelines are bc it’s like before appointment day, appointment day, his investigations as a prosecutor

also he doesn’t mention Mijoo by name right

i don’t get the yoon jaemin and jongsu thing like what is happening

oh is that woobyuk guy’s grandson

as expected he didn’t kill them

i mean yeah she’s human but the way they’re showing her humanity by her showing the aftermath of her literal and immense abuse like idkkkk i felt like he should have been mad and angry and not so understanding of his own abuse for his entire childhood but ig that’s just what happens when you grow up in an abusive situations like this

what was that at the end? corpse in the water? was the woman in the car the mother of oh tae soo baby? did she kill the boat guy and go back in a car with someone else?

Ep 10 (Apr 2)

makes sense it was a dream cuz it was so over the top

so everything really is burnt. i get her insistence on her no longer being a prosecutor seeking revenge tho

crying at these bodyguard buffoons (but also i thought they’d already gone through the shed and taken the original paternity test document)?

augh setting him up with a woman for marriage while he has no interest in it and seems to not even know what it is fr

losing my mind at lee dohyun’s fave

ah, Kangho’s memories of Mijoo from their teenage years

aw kiss after the same sentence as the hospital

just remembered that the mother thinks Mijoo has a husband in the US

he started calling her mijoo-ya another ssi

sooo done w Samsik and his thieving ways. hope kangho gets him a silly ring

wait she died? also somebody on air said how did the escape plan happen if oh tae soo men were watching and taking pics

ah repeating cycles of abuse and imposing her will onto kangho

oh she told her mom about Kangho being the father

dang what’s mijoo planning on doing? confessing its kangho and her kids?

Ep 11 (Apr 2)

did like 15 mins of work, took a nap and now im back for more episodes

well Mijoo is gonna get Kangho in the end but Hoang! do not worry, i can marry you!

omg Kangho returned bags or presents or whatever to his mother but had the dna test in one of the stitchings and then his mother gave it away which landed in Samsik’s hands

but he’s fr a shameless dumb fucker so idk what he’s gonna done w it

let’s just let this woman die <3 we had kangho saying that his mother actually isn’t a bad person and i was like i’ll let it slide bc she’s i’ll in bed so you’re sympathetic towards her but the way she’s yelling at kangho saying why do you keep ruining his life? oh die fuck you

and while we’re at it let’s also kill samsik he’s learning too much

oof now fuckass Samsik has some important stuff

oh samsik's giving the info to Tae Soo daughter...

lol fool, did he give the original DNA copy?

and just straight up asking for 202 million won

augh, Samsik stresses me out and then even gets kidnapped? Is it Woobyeok group?

ah, Oh Tae Soo's men?

oh, same tattoo as guy who the Woobyuk people chased before. Who is he and why is his identity always hidden?

Ah, Oh Tae Soo thinks that this stuff was recorded because of Woobyuk?

I mean yeah, Hayoung did in fact try to kill Kangho lol

girl where is Samsik, the bodyguard couple saved him but he disappeared or what?

auuu Mijoo and Kangho singing the same song to their children and mother respectively

aww cute Yejin with her nunchi

Is this fire Oh Tae Soo's doing?

okayyy Kangho's memories are back I'm guessing since I already saw a bit that made me think so in ep 12

Ep 12 (Apr 2)

Ah theoretically Samsik lead the Woobyuk guards to the burning farm so I'll forgive him

sorry I'm dead, Kangho leaving the place carrying Samsik on his back is actually crazy lmfao

ah, Mother saying it was her fault that caused the fire so that there's no investigation because Samsik was mentioning strange men and she knows they caused the fire to warn them/Kangho

last 3 eps, so of course things are piling up, including Kangho being arrested under suspicion of murder (the fuckers even said they'd pin Kangho as the father)

ahh he's back

Lee Dohyun looking at the kids

ahh did Kangho think Mijoo was with the other guy and they're his kids? Also just realized I called Kangho Dohyun lmfao beautiful man

Death's Game didn't have Lee Dohyun with kids but this one also does, just like 18 Again ahhh

Mijoo cries just like her younger self did at the hospital after her accident, ah

ah, the car was locked from the inside, so are they gonna have to drop Kangho as suspect? Or not as strongly?

plsss not Mijoo teaming up with Samsik to confront the ex-fiancee on whether she literally drugged Kangho to murder him, even though literally Samsik last time got caught by Oh Tae Soon (her father) and beat up

omg the ep is already done? Just ~110 mins left? wtf already?

The thing is... we're gonna just get that Kangho has always loved his mother (even the We Are Happy song in his day-to-day? c'mon) and never meant any of the mean stuff he did. idk if just sucks that she's been so abusive his whole life, including this time, but we are just going to happy a pretty boy full of sympathy for her because everything wrong happens in her life, which gives her a pass to be a POS I guess? Like I understand why she does the terrible things she does, but there's no catharsis because there are no consequences for her. And I don't even need Kangho to cut her off tbh bc people often don't cut off abusive parents but just... something more.

Also some parts of it were kinda anti-climactic like them each finding out the info the other was hiding, the conversations/script was like hm

also omg the timeline was confusing me but Kangho dated Hayoung for SEVEN years ?! Makes sense since Mijoo saw them at the building when the kids were babies and they got engaged recently. okay acc the kids are like 5 years old international age, so more like they dated 4-5 years but that's still crazy long

Ep 13 (Apr 2)

Ah, the baby is also dead, rip

These police officers are not gonna let this go huh? Which would be good if they were working for our ML lol also I wonder if they really think this happened or if they're just working for Tae Soo

I believe in the bodyguard farmers to betray Woobyuk and help Kangho and live happily with their farm and be married in a couple years

man I was actually liking the Mijoo and her mom convo quite a bit bc again it's a cycle but THEN Mijoo thanking her mother for staying with ther POS father because it allowed her to have a father? girl... it's better to not have a father like that and obvi your mom was Going Through It

woahh everybody sleeping on the floor together, childhood memories fr

Things def happened this ep but feels like more should have happened, rather than like Mijoo & Samsik humourous scenes at the hospital or whatever.

Ep 14 (Apr 3)

ahhh that baby is alive and the mother killed herself to save him

the court scene is very messy but dramatic enough lol

girl whennn are we getting to see the reveal of the kids finding out kangho is the dad

as her death scene was acc sad

dyinggg at Samsik and Hayoung lmfao like i very very briefly wondered when the initial meeting about the dna test happened but obviously that went sideways lol but this is funny

jk doesn’t seem like she likes him back which is not unexpected

yaas my gay farmer ex bodyguards

loll mask lady turning out to be yakuza daughter fr

we never got to see them realize he’s their dad aghhh

It was a fine ending.

Overall:

Lee Dohyun <3 The reason I looked into the show, then I didn't watch it because it seemed to heavy, and now watched it because of Lee Dohyun and heard the show was humourous.

I don't think I've seen Lee Dohyun play a character who is just his own self lmfao In 18 Again, he was his 40-year-old self in his 18 year old body. In Death's Game, he was the original guy in Lee Dohyun's character's body. In The Good Bad Mother here, he is playing that his 35-year-old self has returned to his 7-year-old self.

It was so addictive and entertaining, watched the whole show in like 2 days and 2 hours. Impressed by the acting of Lee Dohyun and the mother and Mijoo's actors.

The show was mostly about the mother and son relationship, with the revenge plot + the Mijoo/Kangho romance arcs in the background.

I deeply wish that Kangho hadn't apparently forever loved and understood his mother and did everything for her and sang her favourite song while studying for the Bar or whatever. Like obviously he went low-contact with her in Seoul even before he discovered the stuff that made him break up with Mijoo, so I think the reasons behind that and the hurt and betrayal that caused him to take such an action should have been focused on more. Like things just kept on going wrong with the mother's life, so we were supposed to feel endless sympathy for her but she abused Kangho greatly. Like he literally didn't eat the first few days because the mantra was stuck in his head, that's so abusive, I just. Why couldn't we have had a middle ground where Kangho gets to actually say and acknowledge that his mother's actions hurt him so, so badly. Like we got fleeting moments of him being angry or her saying she's bad but it was all explained away or he understood or whatever.

Anyway, idk, I think if that relationship was more clear + the ending of the revenge arc was more solid, I would've rated it higher because I did enjoy this but some things bothered me significantly.

Rating: 7/10

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