#also yes i have (1) pinky finger done on the glove so it looks really stupid | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bokunosimpfiction · 3 years ago

Text

Familiar!Heisenberg x Witch!Reader Pt.1 of 2

Summary: Your wolf familiar Heisenberg is a nuisance, as always.

No triggers! :)

Mia looks down into her cup of tea. The cup was shallow and wide, with several golden rings, getting progressively closer as they reached the edge of the cup. Steam rose from the water, bringing the chamomile aroma up into her nose. She looks over at her husband and smiles, softly. “Ethan, we need to gift her another tea set, they only have the tasseography set we gifted them when they moved out.”

You give a hearty chuckle. “I only use these when you come around, the set misses you very much.”

Ethan smiles at you, rubbing the back of his sleeping baby with his hand. “Witches-ware tends to do that, miss the ones who owned it before, hence why I’m not very for giving a new witch used goods.” He gives a jokingly stern look to his wife before he continues. “But Mia insisted.”

“Well, they haven’t smashed them yet, so I think I made the right call!”

You bring a cup from another set up to your lips and take a sip, pinky out just to poke slight fun at her. “I think you’re familiar is rubbing off on you, Mia,” you say, “you come into my house, complain about my tea-set and not even mention that I used fresh Blood of Hestia and Elf Leaf to make the tea you’re currently drinking.” Ethan tries so hard not to laugh at her, knowing a smack on his forehead would follow shortly after. “You know, I’m sure if my familiar was here right now, I’m sure you’d kick him with your new heels on the way out the door.”

Her eye twitches slightly, “Alcina isn’t that bad, is she Ethan?”

He sighs. “I think the only reason she tolerates either of us is because she likes Rose. She’s more Rose’s familiar than she is either of ours.”

“Well at least our-“

“Rose’s-“ You correct.

“Well at least Rose’s familiar doesn’t track in di-“

Her statement is interrupted by your familiar, in human form, bursting through the door and ducking under the frame. He’s covered head to toe in dirt, more mud caked on his boots frosting on a cake, holding various plants in his thick-gloved hands. As soon as the door opened, you could see that feral grin spread across his face, his fangs visible. “I’ve brought the plants you asked for.”

“Excuse me Mia, Ethan.” You rise from your seat to greet your familiar and remove his hat and glasses from his head. His salt and pepper hair and wolf ears are visible. “Hello, Karl.” You place a hand on either cheek and go on your tippy-toes, and he leans down so you can place a curt kiss on his forehead. “Someone went rolling in the mud on their way back.” You too have a cheeky grin on your face.

“Can’t help myself, it’s in my blood.” It’s not “blood” so much as nature, rescues do that,

“I know.” You made it a point to keep your hands on his cheeks. The well-needed attention made him burn like a fever. “You got the eyebright and Dog Berries?”

“Ran into some lion’s teeth and-“ He stops and sniffs the air for a second before turning to Mia and Ethan. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Winter’s and their little dew of the sea…” He goes to step further into the house, but you place a firm hand on his chest. It only stops him because he lets it.

“Take your shoes off and put the herbs in the sink before you greet the guests.”

His expression of smug joy deflates for a moment. He, just like his blood sister Alcina, had taken an extreme liking to Rose. Although his was in a more, “uncle who encourages bad decision making” rather than a genuine care-taker kind of way.

You turn back and seat yourself on the stool again. “I’d apologize about that, but I love him far too much to feel bad about getting up mid-conversation to welcome him home.”

Mia smiles into her teacup but startles and almost spills it on herself when she hears you turn around and yell, “when you’re done bring a stool from the island and come sit with us.”

“Really?” Ethan deadpans.

“Yes, really. He’s very fond of you, did you know he-“ you’re interrupted by him plopping the metal stool he levitated over at the round table and him hastily sitting his ass down in it.

“So, how are the Winter’s doing?” He immediately turns to Rose. “And how’s little Rose doing too?”

Upon hearing his voice, Rose eye’s open, and she looks up at him, and reaches out her little hands. He reaches his freshly washed hand out and lets her grab his index finger. “I’d die for you, kiddo.” He has an uncharacteristically soft smile across his face. Rose giggles and the rest of his features visibly melt.

“Don’t tell her that too often,” Mia jokes, “she just might take that seriously and use you to do something devious.”

“Nothing she does will ever be devious, she’s far too sweet,” he says, “you have an angel in your arms, and not even the cruelest of hearts will change that.” And then he turns and continues to coo at the baby while you and the couple talk about various things.

Eventually, it’s time for them to go, and before they do, Karl practically runs to his workshop. “I have a new toy for your little dew-drop!”

“Dew-drop?” Ethan repeats softer.

“It’s his little nickname for the baby,” you clarify, “because her full name is Rosemary, and you can also call rosemary dew of the sea, and since she’s so small, dew-drop.”

Mia looks down at the baby. “That’s so cute-“

“And we are never calling her that.”

Karl is back, holding a small toy car, painted bright colors, not a sharp or small piece in sight. “I made her a toy car.” He approaches the couple and hands the toy car to Mia, who is holding the scones she came to pick up, while Ethan is holding the baby.

“We never have to buy her toys because you make them all.”

“That’s why I make them, so she knows each one is made with love.” He grins like a puppy that didn’t get caught for chewing the table leg. It’s almost disarming.

Ethan looks like he’s going to barf. You’d smack him if he wasn’t holding the baby. “Well, we’d best be heading out,” he says, and turns and opens the door without being prompted, “we have to walk Alcina.”

After the leave, Karl turns to you. “Alcina is a 9’6’’ tall woman, the only parts of the walk she’ll have issues with is going in and out the door. Fucking super-sized bitch,” he grumbles to himself, heading back to the kitchen to open the refrigerator door.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, just bored.” He closes the door again and wanders into your now open arms.

“You were out in the heat for a few hours, maybe you should take a nap.”

“And you were slaving away in that kitchen making that batch of soap for god-knows how long.”

“I’ve been working on that since five in the morning, so about six hours now.”

“We should both take a nap.” He’s already dragging you to the shared bedroom before you can complain.

“You’re sleeping at the foot of the bed, wolf-boy.”

He blatantly refuses, and instead makes himself comfortable, holding you to his chest like a stuffed animal. “I prefer holding you much more.” It’d be sweet if it weren’t so taboo to let him push you around like this.

“I own you, we both know this.”

“Sure you do,” he yawns, “you let me sleep in your bed, eat at the table with you, go grocery shopping with you-“

“I treat you like a person instead of property, I get it,” you grumble, “I love you, and clearly you’ve let that get to your head.”

He goes uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. “You love me.”

“Of course, I do, not quit talking before I kick you to your own bed.” He does, in fact, have his own bed, that he fits in just fine, that he’s used exactly once. It was his first night here, and he slept for three hours before crawling into yours after three hours because he had a nightmare. He’s never slept in it again. Bastard. But you never really blamed him, you rescued him and his siblings, and their owner was an absolute shithead.

“You’d never.” He places a kiss on the crown of your head. “You love me too much.”

“Weren’t you the one who suggested we nap together?”

“It was you.”

“Goddamn it.”

He squeezes around you tighter, and by the time you fall asleep, you feel his breathing in your ear. You spoil him far too much, to the point where people think you are lovers. Perhaps it’s because you wished you could be, sometimes. It’d be funny, to see how that’d play out. It’s not as taboo as it used to be, but still very much frowned upon. For good reason too. While he isn’t bound in servitude like familiars were long ago, like he was with his previous master, the power imbalance is much too large for you to feel comfortable with it.

He depended on your magic to stay alive, and while he could rely on the magic of the earth, it just wasn’t the same as a witch that cared about him as much as you did. His telekinesis was so much stronger since he moved in with you and got a sudden intense boost just recently.

It’s because you loved him.

Fuck.

#Heisenberg x reader #Karl Heisenberg #Reader #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village #re8 #re8 x reader #Resident Evil 8 x Reader #resident evil x reader

38 notes · View notes

mldrgrl · 4 years ago

Text

Broken Things 21/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall (THIS CHAPTER RATED R) See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

He does not wake first the next morning. Her back is to him when he opens his eyes, but he can see her moving her fingers, twisting her wedding ring as he’s seen her do on occasion. Her hair is in his mouth again and he moves his head and runs a hand over the back of hers. She turns to look back at him.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning,” she answers.

She turns her head away, back towards the window. He turns his hand over and slides his palm under her fidgeting fingers. She stops twisting her ring and then laces her fingers with his. He’d like to kiss her. He’d like to touch her again, but he’s content to hold her like this for as long as she’ll let him. She shifts though, and he loosens his arms and lets her fingers slip out of his.

She only rolls over to face him though and they stay like that for some time, nearly nose to nose. He makes a move, shifting his pinkie finger over to hers and hooking them together. She smiles a little and gives it a light squeeze.

“We can try again,” she says. “If...if you’d like to.”

“I would like nothing more, but only if it’s what you really want as well.”

She reaches up and touches his face. He closes his eyes as her thumb skims over his brow and across his cheek and down his nose. She traces his lips and then touches his chin and then finally rests her hand on his chest. With his eyes closed, the images of her flicker though his mind like the spinning of a zoetrope; she’s arched beneath him or laying naked before him or looking up into his eyes as she touches him. It takes so little of her to get him aroused he’s almost ashamed of it.

She kisses him gently, just a whisper of her lips against his before she slides closer and slips her arm under his to wrap around his back. When she kisses him again, her lips are wet and he can feel the tip of her tongue against his bottom lip. He can’t help himself, he has to bring her in tighter. She moans softly as his hips press against her and his resolve to go slow is shattered.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, twisting her nightgown into a fist at the small of her back. He nuzzles her cheek with his nose and moves down to kiss her neck.

“You,” she whispers.

He’s never hated clothing before until now. Suddenly, it’s the worst thing ever to be created and he’s only wearing his drawers and she’s only wearing a nightgown and bloomers, but they can’t come off fast enough. Together, they get her nightgown unlaced and over her head. He has to stop then to touch her breast, to marvel at how perfectly it fits in his hand and how smooth her skin is and how her nipple tightens at his touch. This time, when he lowers his head, she doesn’t stop him. She runs her fingers through his hair and twists towards him when he takes her in his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, lifting his head to give the same attention to the other breast.

“Yes,” she answers.

Experimentally, he closes his teeth onto her nipple, not biting, but gently tugging and rubbing his tongue over the peak at the same time. She gasps and her hips push up into his. He pushes back and suddenly they’re rocking against each other and he has to lift his head. She clutches his head with both hands and he kisses her again. He’s starting to see stars he’s so breathless and his groin is so tight.

“I have to...I have to slow down,” he says.

“I don’t need you to.”

“But, I need me to.”

“Alright.”

He chuckles a bit when he eases his hips away and she whimpers and rolls towards him. He rubs her hip and observes how her stomach clenches and how her lips tremble and how ragged her breathing is. He undoes the ties for her bloomers and pulls the front down just enough that he uncovers a fiery tuft of pubic hair. He runs his fingers over the soft and damp curls. The last time he touched her here he was surprised by how wet she was, how hot, how tight. Even though he knows what to expect now, he’s still caught off guard.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” she breathes.

He eases two fingers inside, moving deeper than he had before. He wishes he wasn’t so inexperienced. He knows there are ways to please a woman, but he doesn’t know what they are and all he wants is to make her feel as good as she makes him feel. He’s guessing by the way she’s rocking her hips with the motion of his hand that she likes it.

“Oh!” she cries, and she inhales with a stutter. “Oh...oh!” She clutches the sheets with one hand and with the other, she grabs onto his wrist and pushes the edge of his palm down against her pubic bone.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

“I…” She seems to have lost all speech.

He can feel something like a pull and a flutter of muscle and heat around his fingers. Her thighs start to shake and quiver and her hand takes a bone-crushing grip on his wrist. She cries out, a sharp yelp and then a whimper and then her face wrinkles as though she’s in agony.

“Kate?” he asks, going still. “Are you alright?”

“I…” She sucks in a breath and then her body seems to melt and relax. “Yes, I’m alright.”

“You’re not hurt? You look hurt.”

Her lips curl up slightly and she blinks slowly. “I’m not hurt at all.”

He eases his hand out from between her legs and finds it’s glistening and sticky with wetness from her. He studies it. He can smell her on his fingers, like damp earth, but headier. The scent of it goes straight to his cock, making him groan.

Katherine reaches down to unbutton his drawers and they make it past his hips, just enough to set his erection free. He grabs onto his weeping cock, lathers himself with her wetness and his own. She pushes her bloomers down to her knees and kicks them away and then opens herself to him. He doesn’t fumble this time, at least not as much. He watches as he glides into her, astounded that he fits so well, like sliding the most comfortable leather glove in the world onto his hand.

“I feel like you were made for me,” he tells her.

“I was.” She wraps her legs around his hips and pulls him so deep he doesn’t know where he stops and she begins.

↭

Katherine doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the next time she wakes, she’s alone in Mulder’s bed. There’s a faint aroma of coffee coming from down the hall and she frantically searches for her nightgown and bloomers that must be somewhere amongst the haphazard bedclothes. She finds her nightgown, pulls it on, and cautiously tiptoes across the hall to her room to get ready for the day.

Her hair is an unruly mess. As she multitasks trying to brush her curls into submission and don fresh clothes at the same time, she pauses as she notices a discoloration at the top of her breast in the mirror. She touches the red-purple blotch lightly. It doesn’t hurt at all, but it looks almost like a faint burn. She remembers that Mulder spent a fair amount of time kissing her there and wonders if his mouth somehow left a mark on her.

There’s no time to dwell on it. It must be late in the morning and she has so many things to do. Mulder shouldn’t have let her sleep. She doesn’t even know if the boys have made it back from their night in town yet and how embarrassing if they’re here and she didn’t even have breakfast on the table.

Dressed and hair tamed just enough, she scurries out into the dogtrot and then checks the grandfather clock. It’s nearly ten in the morning. She’s mortified. She hurries into the kitchen and finds it empty, but a pot of coffee is cooling on the table and there are remnants of a recently cooked meal. The collecting basket is full of eggs, so Mulder must’ve also been out to the chicken coop.

She finds Mulder outside, leading the cows out to the pasture while Queenie nips at the heels of the sheep that run past. He gives her a wave and a tip of the hat and she lifts her skirts to run out to him.

“You didn’t wake me,” she accuses.

“Was I supposed to?” He smiles at her over one of the cows and it moos at him as though she’s holding up their progress to the pasture.

“Well, of course. There are chores to do.”

“What chores? The laundry is done, the dusting is done, the boys won’t be around until later. It’s Sunday.”

“Yes, but…”

“Alright, next time I’ll wake you so you can invent things to do.”

“I should have at least made your breakfast.”

“I was happy to make my own breakfast. The coffee wasn’t as good though.” He smiles at her again over the impatient cow and then pulls off his gloves and tosses them to her. “You want to be useful, run on ahead and open up that fence so Queenie can get the sheep in.”

Katherine nods and jogs up past the sheep to the fence around the pasture. She puts Mulder’s gloves on and then pulls one of the posts down and then the other, opening it up so Queenie can lead her charges through to graze. Mulder soon follows with the cows and finally, the goats that have been dawdling behind and stopping to frolic, come bounding through to join the herd.

Mulder takes the gloves back from Katherine and closes the fence to keep the livestock inside. He puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk to the stables and she stops him before they get there and stands up on her toes to kiss him. He adjusts his hat and grins when she pulls away.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” she answers, honestly. “Because I wanted to.”

He puts his arm around her again, this time around her waist, and she wraps her arms around his middle. They stay like that for some time, holding each other and smiling brightly. Katherine lays her head on Mulder’s chest and he strokes her hair. Finally, they break apart and he kisses her once more before he lets her go and they continue to the stables.

He’s mucking stalls and she’s combing horses when he hears someone calling for him. He pauses with the rake in one hand and she pauses with the currycomb in hers.

“Did that sound like Jimmy to you?” she asks.

“That’s what I thought too.”

Mulder throws down the rake and runs out of the barn. Katherine hops down from the stool she’s standing on and drops the comb into a bucket before she rushes after him. She can see Jimmy coming up the road, riding hard. His horse is kicking up a cloud of dust behind him and even from so far away, she can see it snorting. Jimmy woah’s the horse to a stop and it trots in a circle and shakes its head, unable to slow it’s momentum so completely all at once.

“What’s happened?” Mulder asks. “Where’s Jesse?”

“We were comin’ up over Cactus Pass when we seen a lone horse out yonder and rode up on it. She ain’t got no brand or nothin’ and was just standin’ all by herself midst of nowhere.”

“Indian pony?” Mulder asks.

“No, don’t reckon that. No markings at all. Jesse thinks she might’ve been left by a herd. She looks likely to drop a foal any day.”

“At this time of year?”

“We give her some oats and water and she was mighty grateful for it. Jesse’s bringing her in, but coming over slow since she can’t seem to move all that fast.”

“How far do you think he is?”

“Couple miles maybe. He told me to ride on ahead and let you know he was comin’ just after we crossed Bowman’s Creek.”

“Alright, go get your horse watered. I’ll tack up Blondie and head out to find them.”

Jimmy clucks at his horse and they ride off towards the stables. Mulder turns and starts hustling in the same direction and Katherine almost has to run to keep up with him.

“What can I do?” she asks.

“Get fresh hay into the stall next to Blondie. Move Faithful Jenny onto the other side too. A pregnant mare will do well to be between two friendly ladies.”

“Should we get someone in to take a look at her?”

“I don’t think Doctor Black deals in livestock and the nearest veterinarian is in Abilene. Too far to make much of a difference. Hopefully Melvin will be back soon. He’s got experience with foaling mares.”

Katherine gets to work on setting up an empty stall for the new horse. She’s spreading hay when she hears the wagon roll up and she can hear Jimmy outside giving the men the update. Melvin comes rushing into the stables and immediately starts helping her prepare the stall.

“Mulder said you have experience with foaling mares,” Katherine says.

“I worked at a stud farm for a time,” he answers. “Mostly grounds work, but I know the signs and I’ve been at a few births.”

“Is there something we can do?”

“They usually just take care of themselves. We just need to see that she’s comfortable.”

There’s whistling outside and Katherine and Melvin both leave the stables. The sun is high and Katherine shields her eyes to look towards the road. Mulder and Jesse are coming up. Jesse’s on his horse and Mulder is walking beside Blondie and another horse, moving slowly. Its head is down low as it ambles. Melvin walks out to greet them and he takes the rope around the new horse’s neck and brings it into the stable and into the fresh stall they’ve just prepared.

Jesse takes care of putting up his horse and Trevor takes Blondie from Mulder. Mulder stands beside Katherine outside the stall where the new horse is docilely letting Melvin look her over. She’s snow white with grey spots at her hindquarters and neck.

“What do you think?” Mulder asks.

“I think she’s got a couple weeks left in her yet,” Melvin says. “Udder’s a bit swollen, but no milk yet. Don’t seem like the foal’s turnt yet and she ain’t soft yet in the uh...the birthin’ exit.”

“She’s beautiful,” Katherine says.

“What do you want to call her?” Mulder asks.

Katherine thinks on it for a few moments. “Mary,” she says.

Mulder laughs. “Well, that definitely is appropriate. Just please don’t make me name any little colts that might drop, Jesus.”

“I wouldn’t get ahead of things,” Melvin says, frowning as he runs his hand across the horse’s belly.

“Why?” Mulder asks.

“Somethin’ don’t seem quite right, but I can’t say what it is. Just somethin’ don’t seem quite right.”

Katherine’s stomach sours and she swallows back a bit of bile that rises in her throat. Mulder turns to her and she turns away. Her knees begin to shake just a bit as she walks out of the stable. She feels Mulder’s hand at her back as the sun hits her face and she closes her eyes against it.

“Kate?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Just needed some air is all. And...it’s about time I get started on noon dinner now that everyone is back home.”

“You want me to help you?”

She shakes her head. “You go on and help Melvin get Mary settled.”

He gives her a look like he doesn’t quite believe she’s alright and she gives him a small smile and then tips her head up and kisses his jaw. He bends and kisses her lips lightly and holds her hand even as she walks away. Their arms extend briefly and then their fingers slip free and her hand swings loosely at her side. She walks away slowly, keeping a normal pace even as she bites her lip and stomach rolls. She knows she’s going to be sick, she just needs to make it inside and out of sight before she does.

#i wrote this #broken things #chapter 21 #MSR #AU

76 notes · View notes

everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

Text

KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS

Michael “Riz” Ariza x Reader

Chapter 6: “The first date: first attempt”

Word Count: 2.3k

Author comments: Warning of some angst, and I'm not even sorry. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, more or less 'cause I cut it to keep Antonio's part, but credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x @xx--day-dreamer--xx @spiced-reads @leaalfred ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“I can't believe you're gonna actually do'et”.

Your father appeared from nowhere, resting a shoulder on the door frame, cross-armed. He looked at you from top to bottom, rolling his eyes with a snort, while you put your makeup on point with a red lipstick. The rest was somewhat light, but you needed to highlight your lips, one of your best attributes.

“Do what, dad?”

“Trying to ask Riz out”.

“Why?” You inquired turning at him, with both hands supported on the edge of the sink, twisting your neck some inches to the right.

“'Cause he's my friend, my brother”.

“Then, I just have to kill you. Which is a good idea 'cause he could feel guilty for god knows why, so he would want to take care of me. Maybe live together at the ran—”.

“He's older than you. And not even his type”.

“The encouragement you give me… Wao, papá!”

“I'm trying to protect you”.

“Well, thank you. I don't need it, okay? I've been preparing myself since I have fifteen. And… shouldn' you let me commit my own mistakes?”

“Good. I don' wanna hear you cry after him laughing at this… bullshit”.

Those last words felt like a knife stabbing your chest. Almost five years working on it. Trying to be his friend, losing your ass even when he was simply breathing close to you, taking interest in whatever he could be doing (...). It wasn't only a physical attraction. You really found him very intelligent, funny, hard-working and loyal. And it could sounds bad, but sometimes you wished to be one of Vicki's girl, because of the much care he had with them. Almost five years working on it, arming yourself of courage, just to see how it burned among the flames of your insecurities at the end.

You raised your eyes subtly outlined, looking your reflection in the mirror. One minute ago, you were feeling stunning, amazing, out of this world, even sexy wearing a tight black dress over your knees and a heart shaped neckline. It was the first time you were dressing like that, trying to surprise him, being used to see you on your ‘rider outfit’ which is a cool one too. Now you felt ridiculous, with some painful lashes running under your chest, snorting because you knew your father was right. Taking off the makeup from your face with a wipe, your father put his head out the door.

“Are you re—? What are you doing? For god's sake, (Y/N), when I get to the party, there will be no beer! Those fucking prospects drinks more than the fuckin' Charlie Sheen on his day off”.

“I forgot I have an exam next week, leave to the clubhouse”. You just said, cleaning the red color covering your pinky lips.

“Mi amor, listen…” He raised a hand close to you, being stopped before he could touch you.

“Dad, just fuckin' leave! Okay? I'm fucking fine”. Interrupting him, you threw the wipe inside the sink with a sudden move. “I fuckin' get it. Your brother. Older than me. With interest in women, not in… in… I don' even know what the fuck I am”.

“Cariño...”

“A fuckin' clown, dad. That's what I am. A. Fucking. Clown”. You pointed out every word on air with your left forefinger.

“You don' need to be this rude”.

“Well, fuck you for breaking my fuckin' heart, instead of telling me ‘go, do it and if he doesn't want you, I'll hold you’. That's what a normal father would say to his daughter”.

“I didn' mean to hurt you”.

“But you did”. Turning at your father to face him, you took off the black dress raising it on air hanging it in your fingers. “I had to work at Bernardino's one month to afford it, and all the makeup you see here. From dusk till dawn, surrounded by creepy drunk old men”.

“I could have paid it for you”. He said then, with a guilty tone of voice because of everything.

“But, that's not the point, dad! I was trying to show Riz I can also earn my own jack”. You leaned towards the toilet where you left your huge Mayan's black shirt to wear it. “Go to the party, get drunk with your brothers, fuck some chick and have fun”.

Your father toured his incisors with the tip of his tongue, nodding in silence. After clean the mess in the bathroom and keep all your stuff there, you just lay down in bed hugging one of your big pillows. You were waiting for that weekend for five long days away at the university, as every week since you move out of Santo Padre to San Diego.

You didn't know you had keep it. You totally forgot it and finding it brings you bittersweet memories of that night and what happened the days after. Giving a spin over the black high-heels, putting well the tight dress on, you have a look in the mirror. Still fitting like a glove to your anatomy. And you're incredibly stunning in it. You like it, you have always liked. But you don't feel like you can use it. It's like if it is going to bring some bad luck to your relationship.

“Shit, you look like a cheap bitch, baby”.

You were so self-absorbed, that you haven't realized Riz was resting his back on the door frame.

“Yeah, I'm gonna ask Vicki to be one of her girls, 'cause you can't even find your small cocky”.

Teasing each other all the time it's a current mood. And you love it. Turning at him and focus all your attention in your husband, your eyes notice the way he tied his hair in a small black bun with some bristles falling by his temples. No matter how many years can pass away, he will run you out of air with the most minimal detail.

“Are we celebrating something?” Riz lifts up an eyebrow, licking his lips. Not being nervous, but excited about the idea. “I know every special date and today isn't one of them”.

“It's just a dress, Michael”.

“Really? I was about to ask you to marry me again”. He chuckles crossing both arms on his chest covered by leather.

“I bought it seven years ago, for a… date I should have had, and that never happened”.

Riz's jaw get tense from zero to one hundred, just in a second. His gesture turns into somewhat more confused, when he notices the sadness and the pain in your voice. You never told him about that night, but maybe could be a good moment to do it. Your eyes come back to your own reflect in the mirror, before taking off the shoes, heel against heel losing almost seven inches of high.

“One month working in a… bikers' pub, enduring bullshit, to buy it. But I stayed at home”.

Riz isn't sure if he wants to know how a guy broke your heart, but he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know why you kept that dress, seeming it like the dead body of a bad memory. And you're talking about something that happened seven years ago. Before being together, so he's starting to make his own Netflix movie in his head.

“I was i—”.

“I don' wanna fuckin' hear it”. He just raises a hand slightly, shaking his head.

“Why?”

“I don' give a fuck about what you did seven years ago”.

His hardened voice gives you some chills around your back, knowing he's really angry because of what he's imagining. Something too far from reality.

“Take that fuckin' dress off”.

And that is the best confirmation to know the grade of his annoyance.

“Riz, I wanna tell you something”.

“Fuck, no! You have told me a million times that I was your first love. Your only one. But something happened seven years ago that broke your fuckin' heart and fucked you down, and you keep that… clothe you were gonna use with him. How the fuck should I feel, ah? So you lied to me and… what? I was the second choice?”

“You should be a film director”.

“Good, thank you for first hurting me and then fucking laughing in my face”.

“Could you plea—?”

“FUCK, NO, (Y/N)! I'm fucking disappointed right now!”.

For a second you could swear that your husband is about to cry, with his eyes getting reddened. You can feel the tension in his body, seeing how furious his chest grabs and expels the air.

“It was my father”. You say then, before giving him the opportunity to leave the room. “My father broke my heart, actually. Even if the date wasn't with him. It was me who didn't go”.

Now, he's a little more confused, turning at you after giving you his back some seconds ago.

“Actually, me and… the ‘other guy’... we never talked about having a date. I just… wanted to force it. I mean, he was my friend. The point was come to the clubhouse and maybe earn some time together, alone”.

Yes, you're making him suffer a little, but he never was clear with you. So it's a kind of payback. And you know exactly what he is thinking. Clubhouse, Mayan, friend, seven years ago: Angel. He has been your best friend since ever.

“I can't fuckin' believe you…” He whispers letting his head falling down, until his chest meets his chin, laughing between teeth bitterly.

“But my father told me that he would never notice me, as I wanted, as I wished it. Do you wanna know why?”

“Fuck, no. And fuck you, (Y/N)”.

You have to do a big effort to not break in laughter, walking closer towards him.

“Because he was his brother. He was loyal. And a little bit older than me. Apparently I wasn't his type either”.

“I'm fuckin' done with this… bullshit, (Y/N)”. He says then whilst moving his hands about to lose his mind, walking away from the main room, looking for his helmet to leave the house.

You don't move a single inch of your body, waiting just one second before raising your voice.

“But he finally noticed me, 'cause I broke a bitch's nose who was talking shit about him!”

Silence. You can't hear his heavy boots touring your home. Riz is standing next to the principal door, and you don't need to be looking at him to know it.

“That night when Coco was full patched! I was ready to go and ask him out!” You add dancing your hips from the left to the right slightly, waiting patiently for Riz to coming back. “I was mentalizing myself for almost five years to do'et! But I thought my father was right! And I decided not to do it 'cause… I was more scared of losing that friendship, than him breaking my heart”.

Even if that last sentence is recited something low, you're sure he has heard it, with his steps walking through the hallway right to the room.

“But… well, I finally got my date, but I didn't use that dress just in case it brought me bad luck. I was too in love, to ruin it for a superstition. And I kept it in a bag”.

Riz appears again with pursed lips and his dark eyes on his feet. A little ashamed because of his words, but still being mad because of you making him believe something it wasn't true just to tease him.

“And…” Taking some steps close to the Mayan, you grab the helmet to leave it above a chair, placing his hands on your waist after that. “I made him the love of my life, my best friend, my confidant, the prize of my good karma, my soulmate…”

“All that?”

“Nope, I made him a lot of things more. But those are the most important”. Traveling your hands to his shoulders and lifting up yourself on your tiptoes, you kiss your husband with all the love you feel inside your chest. Slowly, enjoying it.

Sometimes you forget how lucky you are of having Riz by your side, and sometimes he does it too, but you know you own the whole world being together. He's the most kind man of all. The most loving, pleasing and empathic husband you could ask for. Always working hard to make you smile, to make you feel like a goddess, to make you feel proud of what you two have. Michael lives for you, and you live for him.

Deepening the kiss a little more by straining his tongue between your lips, his fingers go up to your cheeks caressing them and pushing you closer to him, with his scent intensifying and flooding your lungs. His mouth molding perfectly to yours, as always, so slow that steal you a soft gasp tangling your hands on his wrists.

“I have never felt love for anyone it's not you, mi rey”. You say almost in a whisper, when you pull away yourself a second to take some air, touching his nose with yours. “And marry you for a second time sounds so good…”

“Change your clothes, mi amor”. Riz soughs, eyes closed, with a silky loud tone bristling your skin. “We're leaving”.

“To Las Vegas?” You sound excited as a five years old about to go to DisneyWorld for the first time, even if you're already married.

“You wanna marry me again?”

“I wanna marry you every day of my life, Riz”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #michael riz ariza x reader #riz ariza x reader #riz ariza #michael riz ariza #keeping up with the arizas

130 notes · View notes

kannra21 · 5 years ago

Note

okay, some headcanons for ya; 1. overhaul's reaction to a confession and 2. overhaul as a boyfriend

Asdfghjkhgfds thank you for sending me this he's the best boi I can't!!! 😍😍😍 I decided to turn headcanon into a scenario so I hope you enjoy!

Warning: T/M, don’t read if underage

Genres: fluff, angst, self insert

Overhaul's reaction to a confession-

First and foremost, we all know that he's pretty blunt regarding those things, so getting in touch with his feelings would be really weird, considering that he never let emotions interfere with his thoughts.

There's never the right time to talk to him since he's always so busy in his office. You'll often find him typing something on his laptop, roaming through his documents and filling his paperwork. He doesn't have time for trivial things, Shie Hassaikai needs him and he has to finish his project as soon as possible in order to repay his old man.

When you confess your feelings for him, he's genuinely confused and lowkey awkward. "What is the person supposed to say in this type of conversation?"/"Are they nuts? Why would they go after a person like me?"

Don't blame him, he never had this kind of experience and everything he's ever done in his life was restoring yakuza and producing Quirk erasing drugs. It's a miracle Hari even considers him a friend.

Since he doesn't really know how to give a proper answer, he'll grow frustrated, tell you not to bother him with stupid stuff and leave him alone.

When you exit the room, he'll feel terrible. He doesn't know what he did wrong, but there's a certain bug inside him that's telling him he messed up. He's growing uncomfortable, he can't finish his desk work because of the guilt eating him up. It felt as bad as his mysophobia.

Why does he feel this way? He decided to take a break to analyze his every thought. Why he tolerated you more than the rest of his underlings.

You were the only person after pops who showed how deeply you loved and cared for him. It was new, it was rare, and he couldn't brush off the fact that this affected him in more ways than he'd like to admit. No one really loved him for who he was, the monster that he's become. And still you decided to stay by his side, refusing to leave despite all the danger he persistently exposed you to.

And then he felt an odd ache in his heart. He's had enough, he really wanted to return to his project and not waste more time than necessary, but first he needed to get rid of these thoughts plaguing his mind.

He went to Chrono since he's the only person he can openly talk to about anything. He described what he's been going through, how disgusting it felt and that he recently started experiencing weird heart palpitations, making him seriously worry for his health.

Chrono gave him a sympathetic smile, he didn't want to laugh at him because he knew that this would only upset him even more. He calmly explained that he fell in love and that his so-called heart palpitations *he almost snorted but he was lucky he possessed enormous self-control* were a natural response from his body, that it was normal and that it was nothing he should be worrying about.

After his talk with Chrono he reached your room and almost knocked on the door if he hadn't barely made out your quiet sobs coming from the other side.

Fuck fuck FUCK! He knew he messed up. You were always so respectful of his space and fulfilled his every wish that, when you finally decided to be a little selfish, you became so coldly rejected by him. And that hurt him more than anything else. Pops was right, he always toyed with people and treated them like rubbish, he was a terrible person. He focused so hard on his goal that he completely forgot about everything around him. He handicapped his old man to make him happy, abused his granddaughter to make him happy, killed and mistreated his subordinates to make him happy. All for him, all for that grandiose goal that he had on mind, his sick mind. To make it clear, he wasn't sorry at all, but that didn't mean he couldn't realize his own mistakes. He wanted to conquer this world, but doing so alone would be kind of sad and miserable, now wouldn't it? For the first time in a long time he wanted to do something right.

He knocked on the doors to announce his presence, not expecting you to open and greet him. He started to apologize and confess his feelings for you, not expecting you to answer anything in return. He basically talked to a door so if anyone were to accidentally walk on him like this, they'd probably think that he's gone nuts. But he couldn't care less, he was that desperate.

After he finished, he slowly distanced himself and planed on walking away if it weren't for you opening the doors and stopping him in his leave.

You were so happy your feelings were reciprocated. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, anything. But you knew perfectly well that he couldn't stand human contact because of his mysophobia, so you held your respective distance and thanked him. He came to you and intertwined your pinky finger in his. He said that he's ready to take small steps. He was ready to change for you, and nothing could make you happier.

Overhaul as a boyfriend-

He's pretty awkward regarding relationship things. He's still learning how to open up and properly talk to you about feelings. The only way he can show it is through money so he'll spoil you and buy everything you want. But he himself isn't so affectionate as you'd like. You walked beside him carrying all the bags while he held nothing, and ofc he won't, he's the yakuza boss. Until some random people walking by shouted what an asshole he was for not helping his lady. Only then he realized and took all of your bags. Don't be angry with him, he's trying to figure out how all of this stuff works.

He's still busy with his work but he always makes sure to dedicate some time to you. He's asking Chrono for tips and keeping him regularly informed in case of emergency. Once when he payed you a visit, he accidentally let it slip and you laughed. You never guessed that the big bad yakuza boss would ask his subordinates for love advice. He felt embarrassed. You told him that this was very unlike him to which he replied that he's slowly starting to lose his guard around you. He's finally trusting you to the point where he's letting his guard down. Your presence made him feel comfortable and the sole thought of it warmed your heart.

He asked you to join his work in order to spend more time with you, you know, combining comfort with useful. Only to realize this wouldn't work out so well considering you two were doing everything but work, you were more of a distraction to him than anything else. He needed to continue on his own but he'd always miss you.

He's taking a walk with you and holding your pinky finger, this time he's not wearing any gloves. He thinks there are some things he'd need to get used to, and he can't feel you touch thought the latex material. He's edging every part of your being but you kind of felt grateful for it, it was a way of showing you his trust and love.

He loved to spend his time with you at night. For a disaster man he surely valued his peace a lot. The two of you would sit on a bench outside in his hydrangea garden, with lamp above you being the only source of light. It was quiet and you'd listen to the sounds of the night and his calm breathing. It was the most relaxing thing. You weren't cold since you wore warm clothes and seeing him in a good mood brought a smile to your face. He started to talk about his childhood and how he used to hang in this place with pops, more times than he can remember. He admitted that he brought you here because you were special to him and that he wanted you to be a part of his positive memories. You kissed his covered lips and this was the first time you saw him blushing. He expected his skin to break out in hives but nothing happened since you were sitting outside on the fresh air. The two of you decided you'll do things like this more often.

The next day you wanted to prepare a surprise for him. You cleaned your room entirely from each and every corner and aired it out. You also did the top-notch hygiene and made sure there wasn't a single ounce of dirt left, and then you told him to come over. Just by entering he could sense how clean and disinfected everything was. And you also smelled beautiful, like something flowery and sweet. He asked you why you did all those preparations and you told him you wanted to touch him without worrying about his problem. He understood and took off his gloves and mask. It was so unusual to see him like this, completely exposed without a care in this world. He carefully took your hands in his and you noticed how small they were compared to his. This was the first time you could feel his hands at full display, it was a special experience, a feeling you'll never forget. He kissed your fingers *and risked having Kardashian lips haha*, but surprisingly nothing has happened. He could feel your skin all he wanted and no reaction would be made. His lips were so warm and soft against your skin, you wondered if they felt any different from the night before. And although you wanted to reach them so badly, he slightly pulled away, teasing you like an overhole he is *yes fully pun-intended*. You were mad at him, you waited what felt like ages for this faithful moment to come and now when you're finally allowed to do so he's messing with you. You wanted to take all that dirt from the outside and smear it across his freakishly beautiful face. The fucker was lucky he looked good otherwise you'd throw him through the window, ending him once and for all *although you were Quirkless and didn't possess this sort of power but still*. Then you asked him why he started untying his tie to which he replied that he wanted to take things further with you, of course, if you're allowing it that is. You were worried because you had no protection with you, he told you he'll just use his latex gloves instead which made you yell at him for being an idiot and he laughed. This was the first time in a while that you heard his laugh, it sounded wonderful and you couldn't bring yourself to be angry at him anymore. It was so unusual to see him joking around. Was this really him? Or has someone drugged him perhaps? You weren't entirely sure but you wanted this moment to never meet its end. He said he'll enter his room for a second just to get the stuff from his drawer. Did he really just prepare for all of this? Has he seriously been thinking that one day something like this could possibly happen and decided to take precautions? He never ceased to surprise you, you thought to yourself.

Long story short you had a great time and managed to take a nice nap afterwards. Overhaul's phone started buzzing and he saw that Chrono sent him a message to call him as soon as possible. He didn't want to wake you up so he went to the bathroom and answered the phone. Chrono sounded worried beyond belief and asked him where he had been. Apparently, he didn't leave a single message to anyone and they all thought something bad happened to him. Overhaul just answered that he's ok and that he'll join them soon after he takes a shower. Chrono wondered why he sounded so calm and dreamy but didn't want to push the conversation any further. After he showered and put his gloves on, he kissed your forehead before he left, leaving you in the warmth and comfort of your bed.

One day he decided to roam through your stuff while waiting for you since he thinks that he owns you so basically all of your stuff also belonged to him *the audacity*. And he accidentally found your diary, bingo. He went through some pages and read them at fast pace. He found out what stuff you liked and he took a note to himself to use it at the moment of need. From now on he's giving you presents you actually liked and you didn't have any idea how he knew all of this stuff. But you never got the chance to ask him about it, you just took everything you've been given.

He's very possessive of you. He's trusting Shie Hassaikai members with you but if any other germocarrier dared to hang with his precious lady he's ready to overhaul them at any given moment. Is he overreacting? Of course not. He's just giving you the treatment worth of a queen. And no, he's not joking around, he overhauled a person for real. It was some nice guy who was selling magazines and newspapers. He stood a bit too close to you for his liking and he killed him right on the spot.

You two broke into a terrible fight, you shouted that his possessiveness took the best of him but he insisted that this was the only possible solution to things. You distanced yourself for some time, refusing to talk to him or whatsoever. It has been three days by now and he can't take it anymore, he felt terrible and he wanted to do anything to return things as they once were. He bought you your favorite things, still no response from you. He took off his mask and gloves to show his vulnerability once again, still no response from you.

In the end he got to the doors and imitated the same apology he did a month ago, it worked.

He told you how horrible he felt and that he'll never repeat the same mistake again. You held his bare hand and even though it got covered in hives he couldn't care less. He was just glad this entire complication had reached its end.

One day you washed your hands together. He dried them in some cloth and then he handed you over to use it as well. As you dried your hands you felt something thin and cold underneath, you picked it up and noticed it was a ring. You started crying and he got genuinely concerned, he started blaming himself that he messed it up again but you shouted the word "yes" and he hugged you. You were both so happy to be with each other and share beautiful moments like this together.

#ask #overhaul #writing

20 notes · View notes

lubdubsworld · 7 years ago

Text

Hold me close ( Keep me warm ) ( Hoseok x OC)

Part 2 of the Mine till midnight Series.

Part 1 is this ===>Make it hurt. ( then Kiss it better )

Universe : A/B/O Dynamics. <== Click this if you’re unfamiliar with the universe.

pairing : hoseok x Oc

Setting : this is set in a small province near Daegu . unlike in the yoongi story there’s not a lot of progress for omegas here. They are mostly prostitutes or maids. The protagonist is a sex worker as well. omegas are sometimes bred in omega mills to be forced into prostitution.

hoseok is a cop who thinks omegas should also be treated fairly.

~~~~~~~~~~~

prologue

The first thing that strikes Hoseok when he steps into the alley, is that the small crowd gathered around the huge trash can is made up of all betas.

No Alpha.

It makes him heave a sigh of relief because he doesn't want to deal with an aggressive opponent at the moment. The gun at his waist was effective in most situations he faced but he didn't enjoy using it very much. the lack of scent from the onlookers may be the reason why her scent hits him like a two ton truck on the highway.

It sweet and motherly. The scent of heated vanilla oil and sun-dried rose petals. He can feel long-buried instincts threaten to surface and he takes a deep shuddering breath and calms himself down.

"What the problem?" He says gruffly and the betas immediately pull away from the trash can. He can hear whimpers from inside and he feels his gut clench as the scent of fresh blood mingles with the smell of urine, trash and almost fully masks out the scent of rose and vanilla. Almost but not quite.

"She's got a pup. It's male." One of the betas, a rather frumpy looking women hisses, her tone dripping with fury. He can understand the vehemence. The woman was clearly sterile, evident from the small blue band on her wrist. No doubt the thought of an omega giving birth to a male pup is driving her insane.

"It can't be hers. She's obviously stolen it!" Someone else growls and Hoseok resists the urge to snarl. Most betas were ignorant but their arrogance never failed to startle.

He pulls his badge and gun out and points at the trash can. All of you, leave now.

"She assaulted me!" A voice yells. " I want to file charges!!"

Hoseok raises an eyebrow at that.

"The omega assaulted you?" He frowns.

"Yes.. she has a knife." The man shouts. That makes Hoseok pause in surprise. What the hell?

"Let me take a look. If i decide she's too weak , you'll be the one facing charges instead. Is that okay?" He says coolly and the man immediately backs away, moving back and leaving along with the others . Hoseok takes a deep breath, removes the safety off his pistol and carefully inches to the trash can.

When he flips it open, an inhuman sound comes out to hit him.

"i'm a cop!! " He quickly says, "You're safe..."

The woman...girl really, at the corner of the trash can is almost naked. There is, blood and grime all over her and she's clutching a knife, wild panic written all over her. She's small, even for an omega and her hair is matted with blood. It's the pup that catches his attention. The little baby is cradled between her thighs, right at the V of her legs and he feels nausea rise up when he realizes that she couldn't have given birth more than a few hours earlier.

The blood and tissue remnants in her thighs and the surrounding surface of the trash can were clear signs. His heart clenches when he sees the birth cord from the baby's bellybutton still uncut, disappearing into her body. He swallows in disbelief and horror. What kind of a world was this, he thinks faintly. What the fuck kind of world was this , that did this to a young girl??

Trying to get his bearings , he pulls out his radio and quickly calls for help.

Afterwards, he grips the edge of the trash can and gently lowers it to the ground. She panics for a second but when it's done he holds a hand out.

"Come here. I won't hurt you. We'll get help..." He says gently and she looks at his hand like it's a snake poised to strike. And then she swallows and shakes her head.

"The.. b-baby.."

"Okay. Wait a second." He quickly went to the back of his car got the first aid kit and returns, rubbing the knife in his hand with some rubbing alcohol before turning to her. She's still cowering, legs drawn up the baby held cautiously, wailing for milk, the bloody cord still connecting it to her. He's had enough training to know what to do. Slipping on gloves, he gently cuts the birth cord , ties it off in a knot and gently helps her expel the remnants of the cord and the placenta by pressing against her lower abdomen. He then helps her hold the baby against her chest, vaguely aware that her gaze is completely catatonic. She's in shock.

Once the baby is secure against her body he pulls both of them into his arms and carries them to the squad car.

The baby continues to wail and she finally blinks, staring at him in distress.

"i don't..klnow what to do.." She chokes out and he feels his stomach clench.

"it's okay... Come here...I'll help you.." He says awkwardly, helping the baby nestle in the crook of her elbow, mouth at level with her breast before leaning back. Afterwards it's smooth sailing. The baby easily finds the nub of the mother's nipple and latches on feeding voraciously. The omega whimpers a little and then quiets down, curling against the seat and slowly her eyes drift shut. Hoseok hesitates before pulling out both the neck pillows from the front seats and nestling them around the pup, to make sure it didn't fall.

He didn't have the heart to shake the omega awake.

Fifteen minutes later the ambulance draws up and Jimin jumps out of the back door, looking worried.

"I freaked out when Taehyung told me you'd called for medical help. Thought you got shot again." His friend said nervously and Hoseok shook his head.

"I found her in a trash can . She's unclaimed and clearly gave birth just a few hours ago."

Jimin grimaces in genuine sympathy.

"Can't have been easy for her.Come on let's get her to the hospital."

"Where's Tae? isn't he supposed to be helping you?"

"He's stuck with an emergency case at the hospital. Don't worry I'll be fine. Is she conscious?"

"She fell asleep but i checked her for injuries and well, she doesn't seem to be hurt otherwise." Hoseok says firmly, as he watches Jimin, gently reach out and stick his pinky fingers against the baby's suckling mouth, freeing the omega's nipple. Hoseok holds his breath waiting for the pup to start wailing again but he doesn't , sucking on air for a few seconds before happily nuzzling into Jimin's embrace.

"That's a beautiful sturdy pup. Fathered by an Alpha no doubt." Jimin says firmly. Hoseok glances down at the omega who is now fully asleep, mouth slightly open, buried in his coat which he'd draped over her. Hobi gives him a little nudge.

"She's pretty. Are you sure she's unclaimed..." He says confused. Hoseok nods. As a beta , Jimin wouldn't be able to sense whether an omega was unclaimed or not. Hoseok feels both envy and sympathy for his friend.

"She's unclaimed. But I'm more surprised that she's managed to birth a male pup. Alphas don't sleep with Omegas. " He says frowning. It could be rape, he supposes, but alphas were rare . Very rare . And very coveted. They seldom had to go about committing rape. Beta women would always be willing to warm an alpha's bed. Omegas were generally considered worthless. They were weak, easily influenced, malleable. A definite liability. Most of them worked as housemaids or prostitutes. A few of them were claimed omegas, claimed either by a client in the heat of the moment or by their employers. A claimed omega would have a modicum of protection because whether they wanted to or not, Alpha's tended to be very protective and territorial of their omegas.

It was the unclaimed ones, like the one currently lying in the ambulance, that ended up getting the short end of the stick.

Recently the government had made a clear rule that any unclaimed omega birthing an omega would have the pup confiscated if the pup were an omega. It would probably bring down the omega population drastically. Most of the omegas were unclaimed after all, and omegas were only ever born to other omegas.

"You okay, Hoseok?" Jimin says, strapping himself in after checking the omega's vital's one last time.

"Yeah...there's no report to file so I'll probabaly head home. "

"Should I let you know what happens to her?" Jimin says casually, already monitoring the pup who was beginning to stir.

Hoseok thinks about it for a second.

"No." He says firmly, before turning around and walking back to the car.

Chapter 1

The air was stale, fetid and it made me want to stick a finger inside my throat and puke all of my insides out. Trembling a bit, more fear than cold, i burrowed a bit further into the huge coat and breathed in the comforting grounding smell of the Alpha who had rescued me. I didn't know his name, only that he smelled like something that made me want to smile and cry at the same time.

But he had left his coat behind with me and the scent that lingered behind was enough to keep other alphas and betas away. I had my pup nestled deep into a small makeshift carrier, tied tight around my back and shoulders. I had named him Yunsu. The Alpha had left an impression on my son as well, and the little one wailed any time I took him away from his coat.

Sighing, I tried to focus on the task at hand. I had started working again and somehow, the alpha's scent helped me get clients who were a bit more decent than the usual ones. Most of them thought I was just a house wife looking for some fun and not an actual prostitute. And that made them treat me a little more gently than usual. But it was okay. I was set for the next week or so. All I had to do was buy some supplies for Yunsu , diapers and some baby formula and i could stay off the streets for a few days. The convenience store was about nine blocks away from the small apartment I stayed at, and the distance was covered , on foot easily. But i still felt jittery and nervous.

To make matters worse, Yunsu was an Alpha. I was proud. Of course i was. I'd been so terrified he would be an omega. Male omegas were considered abominations. He would have been killed in the streets once he presented. But as an Alpha my son would be revered. Worshipped almost. But the problem was, no one would believe that an Omega , and unmated omega would give birth to an Alpha.

Three times, last week I'd been stopped and questioned by some patrol men for carrying a male pup. If it hadn't been for the Alpha's scent , I was pretty sure Yunsu would have been taken away from me.

Which meant that I was in trouble now. I had to find the alpha again and ... I don't know, maybe request a few more items of clothing? Or ask him to mark me. Marks could last for months. But i didn't know his name. Didn't even know where he lived or worked. He was a cop but then almost all Alphas were cops. It was one of the best professions for temperamental, violent men who couldn't really control their own strength. I cowered a bit at the thought of falling into the wrong hands after the Alpha's scent faded.

The convenience store was relatively empty and I was grateful that no other Alpha was in sight. I moved slowly, wary of waking Yunsu who had a very loud mouth on him once he woke up. I barely finished paying for the purchases and bagging my things before the scent came in, wildly enticing and completely surprising.

"That's an Alpha. What are you doing with an Alpha pup?"

The beta's slow drawl made my entire body bend in defense. It was a physical reaction, something beyond my control and yet i felt terrified , burying myself deeper into the coat.

"I.. I.." I stopped when Yunsu stirred . I quickly, balanced him, wrapped an arm around him and he peeped over the fabric of the carrier to growl lightly at the Beta, a slender women in probabaly her early twenties. She was accompanied by three or four other women , all betas. The look of contempt on her face was so obvious, the disgust emanating from her almost tangible as she stared at me.

"Wait... why is that scent so familiar ?" One of the ladies said suddenly and then froze. The beta who had confronted me suddenly rounded on me, eyes blazing.

"You filthy little whore...Were you with Hoseok?" She snarled and reached for my throat. i reacted instinctively , pulling Yunsu closer and dropping to my knees, curling my body in a way that would make sure he would be spared the impact of the blow, if the woman hit me. What were the odds of this woman actually knowing the kind Alpha who had helped me. Another thought struck me and I deflated further. Was the woman , his mate? He had smelled like a mated Alpha.

"Sowon, wait. The pup smells like him too..." One of the woman said and she stopped, sniffing the air again.

"Impossible. Jung Hoseok would never touch an omega with a ten feet pole. Let alone father a pup with this filth..." She spat at my feet and I felt some of my bravado return.

"That's none of your business. Leave me alone..." I said nervously.

"Not if you're running around with a kidnapped pup. there's no way trash like you could bear a male pup. An Alpha , at that!!" Sowon growled. I glared at her.

"It's my pup... Leave me alone!!" I said angrily, feeling my inner omega begin to whine in protest at the threat. Sweat was beginning to gather on my hairline.

"Call the police..." One of the women said quickly and I froze.

"Wait..no..." I said panicking. Police officers were always Alphas and while Hoseok ( was that his name?) had been kind not all Alphas were. Especially not to an omega who wasn't mated. I panicked, pulled Yunsu closer and the pup felt my distress, reacted by mewling into the curve of my neck. I stayed crouched while one of them pulled out her phone and dialled quickly. It was horrible, having to stay low in front of women who were definitely not good people.

I hadn't done anything wrong. You don't choose your biology. I was born an omega. I hadn't chosen it. But I would eternally be punished for it.

When the squad car pulled up I could feel myself shrinking further while Yunsu started growling. A natural reaction to another Alpha. Even though he wasn't even a year old, his instincts were strong. I stayed low while the man made his way over. He was mated but clearly a mature alpha and my body began to tremble in submission even when he was a few dozen feet away. The betas began preening at once , standing straighter, pushing their breasts out provocatively as they stared at him.

"What's going on here?" He said roughly and I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up.

"Officer, we think she's got a kidnapped Alpha pup... " Sowon said swiftly and the Alpha made his way closer. His breath caught in his throat and nostrils flared , Irises turning red momentarily and I swallowed. He was about the same age as Hoseok. Late twenties or early thirties, with pewter colored hair and slanted eyes. He was tall, built lean and strong and I dropped my gaze quickly when he came to stand in front of me.

"Are you a house wife?" He said briskly and I almost lied.

"No..." I admitted finally.

"Whose pup is it then?" He said softly.

"Mine.." I said stubbornly and Yunsu growled. The man's face softened a bit.

"He's an alpha...? Where is his father?" He said quietly. And then he reached out and lightly grabbed my upper arms, lifting me to my feet. I stumbled a little, quickly balancing Yunsu against my chest.

"He's not.." I stopped , biting my lips in distress.

"I'm sorry. You know the rules, you can't have an Alpha pup without an Alpha mate. You're going to have to come to the station. We will contact your pup's father and sort this out."

I stopped breathing for a second.

"No..No.. you don't understand... he..."

"No arguments. It's the rule. You're going to have to come with me." He said briskly. I could feel protest building up inside me at the unfairness of it all , but my body rejected the idea of antagonizing an Alpha, so I nodded and followed him to the squad car. He actually helped me in, which was surprising in itself. Once I was settled down he started the car and then turned around to offer me a smile.

"Are you a friend of Hoseok's?" He said casually and I blinked in surprise.

"Uh... I'm not.." I said nervously.

"It's just that, I know that coat. i bought it for him last Christmas." He laughed.

I gripped the coat tighter and he chuckled a bit.

"Hoseok's my cousin. At first i thought you may have stolen it, but it's worth a few hundred dollars. If you'd stolen it for money you would have sold it by now, right? I'm guessing you're wearing it to mask your unmated scent?" He said thoughtfully.

I swallowed.

"You're very smart." I said finally.

"I'm a detective. I kind of have to be. I'm Kim Namjoon by the way. And don't worry, I won't try to contact your pup's father if you don't want me to." He said kindly. I felt relief flood me in a whoosh.

"Thank you..i..."

"But you would have to enroll in one of our omega protection Programs. Many NGOs work to find you employment. You can get yourself hired in a nice Alpha household with.."

"No.. !! No! I...I'm fine by myself . Please, I don't want to be in any program..."

"I'm sorry...It's either that or contacting your Alpha. " He said apologetically and I bit my lips in frustration. How could I explain to this a man who had likely never been threatened by anything in the world. All these so called Omega Protection Programs were nothing more than preying fields for the rich and powerful.

You were never safe until an Alpha actually claimed and mated you. Made you his own. Bile rose in my throat at the thought of becoming yet another Omega in the system, exploited and used by rich Alphas who were too ugly or old to attract beta mates. At least , alone, I could pick and choose who I allowed to touch me.

"I wasn't doing anything wrong.." I tried to keep the tears of frustration at bay but failed. "I was only buying food for my baby..."

He didn't say anything to that and i sank further into the seat, absently turning around to bury my nose into the lining of the coat, sniffing the calming scent of the Alpha. It was a little faint now but still there, and it calmed and grounded in a way that was, come to think of it, a little dangerous. i couldn't become dependent on something like that.

The police station was huge and the confusing scent of too many Alphas was enough to give any omega a headache. Sighing i huddled a bit more, Yunsu, nestled in my arms, his baby head stuck out comically as he peered all around with warm brown eyes that were full of eager curiosity.

"Wait here." Namjoon made me sit in a small enclosure and I dropped my gaze quickly when no less than four Alphas crowded around me, all looking very curious, teeth bared and nostrils flaring.

After what felt like an eternity a very familiar and soothing smell reached me and I felt my bones melt with relief when I caught sight of the Police Officer from five months ago. He looked as handsome as ever, dark brown hair combed neatly and his perfect skin glowing as he stared at me, pleased recognition on his face.

"Oh, hello there. Nice to see you again." He smiled by and I was struck by how handsome he looked. Not bulky, but strappingly tall and intimidating the way most Alphas looked but also with a rather quiet sort of strength which fairly radiated from him.

More protective than aggressive.

"Hello. " I said, not sure what else to say.

"where's the little imp i saw that night? Ahh...there you are...!!"

Hoseok lifted the pup out of my arms and Yunsu went wild, nipping and nuzzling Hoseok's neck with exhausting fervor making the Alpha laugh loud . Namjoon raised an eyebrow and most of the other alphas looked very curious as well as they stared at the pair. When he had the pup firmly nestled against his chest he turned to give me a smile.

"There's some forms you just need to fill out, don't worry about it. i'll sign a witness form that your Alpha is no longer in the picture. We'll get you a formal certificate that you're the sole custodian for this little terror. He's very active. A first class Alpha in every way. "

There was a hint of pride in Hoseok's tone, almost like the pup was his and I flushed.

"that would be a great help, Alpha." i said politely and he made a noise of impatience.

"Please call me Hoseok." He said easily," Jung kook , why don't you take..." He stopped and stared at me, " i never got your name..."

I blinked, hesitant. The truth was i didn't have one.

"I don't... have one. "

Hoseok frowned.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was born in an Omega mill. We weren't given names." I said quietly. "I was called Nabi." I offered.

"Butterfly?" He said in English and the words were foreign on his tongue,his wrapping around the sounds in a way that was rather beautiful. The way he said it made heat lick upwards from my stomach to my throat. his heated gaze lingering on my neck for a split second before he turned away.

I nodded.

"Okay. Jung kook will work that out. Go ahead..." He said. " I'll take care of this little one." Yunsu yelped when Hoseok nuzzled his head against the pups soft belly.

I hesitated but I could tell that Yunsu trusted Hoseok and my own instincts were telling me that Hoseok was one of the good guys, though I hadn't met a whole lot of those. Taking the arm that jung kook offered, I slowly followed him to the end of the corridor , through a small hallway into a nice big office. jung kook made me sit in front of a huge oak desk and went behind another door to fetch a bunch of forms. The next hour or so was spent carefully filling out a bunch of forms. Most of the questions were easy and monotonous almost.

About half way through , Hoseok came in , standing behind me and watching Jung kook fill out the form. He kept a steady stream of instructions , helping out anytime I hesitated while filling the info.

"occupation." Jung kook smiled and i flinched.

"uh..."

"it's okay. Leave it blank. " Hoseok said at once and i suddenly felt acutely embarrassed. i wished i had been anything but a prostitute but that was what I was. Hoseok lightly squeezed my shoulder and then said some other stuff to jung kook about forms and clauses and I sat still .

Once it was done, they both signed and sealed the paper.

"This should be processed in about two weeks and-"

"By tomorrow." Hoseok interrupted and Jung kook blinked. " I'll go get it signed from the Captain, personally and drop it off at your place tomorrow. Why don't you tell me your address." He looked at me and I quickly wrote it down on a piece of paper.

"it's getting late. Let me take you and your pup to dinner..." Hoseok said brightly

i panicked.

"You don't have to do that , I..."

"I want to." Hoseok said curtly. " Come on..." He smiled encouragingly and there was really nothing else to say.

We stopped for dinner at a small diner and Hoseok balanced Yunsu on his lap before ordering rapidly. He was clearly a regular and the waitress, a pretty blonde beta with grey eyes couldn't stop staring at him.

"Didn't know you were seeing someone Hoseok.." She drawled, after delivering our orders and shooting me a glare.

"Just a friend of mine, Sowon. Where's Yerin?" He smiled.

"Out with friends..."

Hoseok frowned.

"It's almost eight. Shouldn't she be home by now..." He shook his head but waved Sowon away, before turning to me. " Yerin was one of the kids we rescued from an Omega auction last year. She's seventeen now and i helped her elder sister, Sowon here, and Yerin get an apartment and a job. Yerin goes to school now. Tell me a bit about yourself. " He said with a smile and i felt admiration bloom inside me . it was rare to see an Alpha sticking up for omegas.

"It's nice. I... I don't have a family. it's just me an Yunsu now." I said with a shrug.

"His father?" He said bluntly and i shrugged.

"He was one of the guys running the mill. It's based in Daegu... He used to pimp me out to a few of the rich guys in Daegu...When he found out i was pregnant he wanted me to get rid of it, so I ran." I said softly.

Hoseok frowned.

"Daegu? I thought most of the mills there were closed." He said , eyebrows furrowed in concentration. i shook my head.

"there's a lot of drugs and omega and even pup prostitution there... It's worse when one of the omegas get pregnant. There's... tests to check if the baby in the stomach is an alpha or omega. They kill the betas and the Alpha pups, but they send the omega pups back into the ring, for pornography right from when they're three or four years old.." I said, hands shaking a little as buried memories surfaced.

Hoseok had stopped eating and was now staring at me in disbelief.

"What the actual fuck? Are you serious? How come I've never heard about this shit..." He looked stunned .

"It's an underground thing. A lot of really important people are ...the clients, you know. They're very careful about keeping the cops out." i said softly.

"Do you still have any contact with them?"

I froze. I didn't want to go back there. The look on Hoseok's face was scary on so many levels.

"it's alright. you're safe. I won't put you in harm's way..." He said suddenly, reaching out and wrapping an arm around me and I felt my breath catch as his scent hit me deep and hard. He pulled away at once but his scent lingered and I felt a bit drugged.

"I do know the place. it's in Daegu..." i said nervously, unwilling to get involved. it had taken me such a long time to manage to escape the place. i had no intention of being sucked into that again.

"Okay. Don't worry about it. Listen, my cousin...you met him right? Him and his omega have an apartment in my building. Would you like to stay with them tonight? there's some stuff i want to check out and I would rather you stay somewhere safe while i get things done. Seokjin's a great guy, he'll take good care of you and Yunsu." He said firmly. That made me frown. Namjoon's omega was a male? I felt like I'd fallen into a rabbit-hole. Apparently in Hoseok's world omega's weren't treated like filth.

"It's alright. You don't have to..." i said nervously but Hoseok waved it off.

"It's no trouble. You look really drained, I'd rather you don't return back to the streets like this." He said firmly. " Just for a few days. Then you can leave , if you still want to." He smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Namjoon's apartment was big enough to fit ten of mine. i stood outside, stunned, while Hoseok took his shoes off and held the door open. He had a key and i realized he must be a frequent visitor here.

"Hoseok, you better not have brought a guest without telling me!!" A loud voice called out and the next second a breathtakingly beautiful man came into view wearing a soft pink sweater and white jeans. He had strawberry blonde hair and cotton candy pink lips, pouty and full , with huge brown eyes. I stared with my jaw slightly unhinged. He was the most gorgeous omega I'd ever seen.

He looked at me and his face split into a wide smile.

"Oh hello there!! Namjoon just told me... Are you the one our Hoseok fell in love with five months ago? He couldn't shut up about you for a whole month. " He laughed and I stopped, surprised.

Next to me, Hoseok went red.

"what the hell, Kim Seokjin, I'm going to kill you!!" He hissed, stumbling over the threshold and launching himself on the bigger omega. I smiled hesitantly before Seokjin peeled away from Hoseok and held his hands out for Yunsu.

"Give me that little cutie and come in. Sit down. " He cooed and Yunsu frowned only for a second before happily hugging the omega and tickling his neck with his nose. I felt a little smile tug on my lips when i noticed that Hoseok avoided meeting my eyes. Had he mentioned me to his friends? I felt oddly flattered and shy at the same time. i looked around and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Hoseok lives on the apartment overhead. You can stay there if you like . He has more room.." Seokjin had a teasing smile on his face and Hoseok growled at the back of his throat.

"Please don't mind my immature hyung. He's a grown ass man but has the personality of a ten year old. " Hoseok shook his head in disgust and i smiled at him.

"i don't mind." i said cheerfully and Seokjin cooed again.

"You're adorable. No wonder our Hoseok was charmed. Anyway, I already made dinner. i just Namjoon to get some wine for us. We'll have dinner and I'll fix the guest bedroom for you. Will Yunsu be okay on the bed.?" Seokjin smiled and I nodded.

Namjoon returned about ten minutes later and afterwards I just sort of sat there in the chair, observing the rest of them. they were clearly very close to each other, especially Namjoon and Seokjin who touched each other frequently and well, tender little grazes that let me know how much they loved each other. they were clearly mated and the scent of soft peaches hung all around them wherever they moved.

Hoseok sat on the floor, balancing Yunsu on his knee, laughing each time the pup tried to sit up and rolled away in failure. But Hoseok was encouraging and Yunsu was persistent and before we knew it a whole two hours had passed with Hoseok and Yunsu playing on the floor while Jin fixed dinner and Namjoon kept a steady stream of chatter through the house.

I felt oddly out of place but at the same time, welcome. Especially by Hoseok who kept telling me things about Yunsu like I didn't know them already. Little phrases like , ' he's really persistent'. ' he's stubborn too.' 'he's trying to sit up.' ' he's got knobby knees.'. It was odd, watching someone else take so much pride and joy in Yunsu's little actions.

Dinner was literally the most delicious meal I'd ever had. I ate embarrassingly fast, but Jin seemed content to sit next to me and keep feeding me extra helpings. When we were done, Hoseok and Namjoon disappeared to the study with a glass of wine each and Jin hoisted Yunsu into his lap and led me to the balcony of the apartment. I followed quietly noting the beautiful koi pond in the corner and the many different plants.

Yunsu began dozing off and Jin sighed contently, stretching out on the lawn chair and i settled on the small love seat nearby.

"Hoseok is a nice guy. He told me about your circumstances. I'm very sorry you had to meet such terrible people in life. " jin said somberly and i smiled at the beautiful omega.

"It's alright. I'm glad i could meet you tonight. It gives me hope, somehow, seeing you so happy. I used to think that all omegas are cursed. But clearly some of us are happy." I smiled and Jin wrinkled his nose.

"I wish I had some tale of woe to make you feel better. i was just lucky. My parents are rich and Namjoon was a family friend. We've known each other from childhood. i was a male omega so they lost no time getting me mated the moment i turned sixteen. But it helped that Namjoon liked me. Loved me even. He's kept me safe and happy." Jin smiled .

I nodded. It was funny but true. omegas didn't really crave money, or wealth or a career. A mate and happy home usually was enough to keep us happy.

"Hoseok is..." i stopped suddenly embarrassed. i had no business talking about him to Jin.

"Mated? You can smell him right? He was actually. Mated to namjoon's sister. She was a beta, a year older than Hoseok. But then.. she died four years ago in an accident. Hoseok's never been the same afterwards., He used to be really talkative and funny but now he's just a little too somber for my taste. But he's healing. These things take time after all. So none of us really talk to him about it. "

in other words don't bring it up.

i nodded, feeling an oddly painful twinge in my heart at the thought of someone like Hoseok losing a mate. He had been so caring to me, a stranger. i could only imagine how much he must have loved her.

Suddenly the entire situation stuck me as surreal. Today morning i'd been in my crumbling apartment with no money to buy food. But here I was in a penthouse , tonight. What was happening? Why had Hoseok brought me here? He didn't have to, did he?

The Daegu omega ring.

He'd wanted to investigate that.

of course.

Somehow in the course of the night, I'd forgotten why i was here.

Hoseok only wanted my help with doing his job. I had to keep that in mind.

COMMENTS ARE LOVE! I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING A HAPPY HOSEOK FIC...I WANTED TO DO THIS SO BADLY...ALL THE FLUFF FOR MY HOBI....

#HOSEOK SMUT #HOBI #JUNG HOSEOK #JHOPE #MYHOPE #BTS FANFICS

123 notes · View notes

scrawnydutchman · 7 years ago

Text

Some Issues with Gravity Falls

MAJOR KNITPICKING AHEAD! ALSO SPOILERS!

So here’s a joke for ya: who has two thumbs and missed out on one of the biggest animation bandwagons in recent years? THIS GUY! It took me a while to get around to this show for a number of reasons. Work, making my own animations, checking out other things, shear laziness, etc etc. But I finally got around to watching all of Gravity Falls; the revolutionary mystery show considered to be one of the best to hit television in recent years. So what did I think of it overall?

I think it was great . . . . if only a little . . . problematic . . . at times.

Alright, now I can already hear the sharpening of pitchforks from here. With any luck it’ll be the Stan corporate brand known for falling apart instantly. Just know I actually like this show a lot. It’s visually stunning, especially the backgrounds and lighting and the animation on Bill Cipher. It features an immense talent in it’s voice acting cast including some of my favorite people like Matt Chapman, Justin Roiland, a cameo of Larry King and even a cameo from Louis C.K. (okay well . . . it was a lot cooler before I found out he’s a sexual harasser but y’know). It’s very funny, with consistently witty dialogue and characters. Especially Soos. Everything Soos says is genius.

Beyond that the mystery is very interesting, the conclusion is ultimately satisfying, and I genuinely like all of these characters. But that doesn’t mean this show is flawless, and since everybody praises this show for pretty much the same reasons and going more in depth on the good points would just be preaching to the choir, I want to draw emphasis to some issues I think are worth talking about. Because even for the very best shows, if it’s too sacred to criticize than it’s also too sacred to evolve. It’s important to accept how you could have done better so we can get even BETTER shows than Gravity Falls in the future. Anyhoo, I’ve stalled long enough. Let’s get into it.

1. More than a few fakeouts in consequences

So to many people this is a very “big stakes” sort of show, and in all fairness it isn’t hard to see why. The show literally ends with the world going to pure chaos for more than a few days and with some really morbid imagery such as a throne made of stonified people. And that’s honestly not even the creepiest image here. This show also has a lot of dramatic twists and turns such as the dilemma of whether or not Dipper will leave Mabel to pursue a career in paranormal research alongside his Grunkle Ford, whether or not Grunkle Stans memory is lost for good, whether or not Soos can cope with his father never being around, whether or not Mabel can take Waddles the Pig back home with her, etc etc. But the issue is this show has a tendency to imply consequences without completely following through with them. Stanley’s memory comes back to him in the end (which begs the question did Bill have a chance of surviving?). Soos went to go play catch with his dad in Mabel’s simulation, despite there being an entire episode prior dedicated to the lesson that if Soos’ dad couldn’t make the sacrifice to be there for him on his own than he isn’t worth the time (that episode is my favorite btw and the reason Soos is my favorite character). So it’s like he threw everything he learned in that episode out the window. Mabel has a scene where she has to tell Waddles to stay behind in Gravity Falls . . . only for her Grunkles to ensure he comes. But quite possibly the worst offender in this category is the whole thing about Dipper deciding to stay with Mabel and giving up his desire to become a paranormal investigator. The shows been teasing the idea of Dipper and Mabel being divided for a while, especially with the contrast between them and the Stan brothers. But the whole reason the Stan brothers were divided in the first place was because Stanley put his own needs before what his brother really wanted and, frankly deserved to have. Had he been honest with Ford about breaking his machine and giving him time to fix it, the whole Bill Cipher thing would’ve never happened and, even if they had to spend time apart, the tare between them wouldn’t have been as bad. Similarly, had Mabel just been more understanding of her brothers feelings the Weirdmaggedon would have never happened either. And honestly, I think the idea of the twins going their separate ways would have been a much realer message. Yes, family is important and yes, Dipper may act selfishly at times too. But a fact of real life is, no matter how tight you are with your family, it’s VERY rare for you to want to stay on the same path forever. Because Mabel and Dipper are very different people. They have different aspirations, different outlooks, different wants and needs. There’s nothing wrong with that and their differences don’t HAVE to divide them completely. They’ve proven that time and time again. But nope. Status quo is God. After Mabel’s selfishness literally left the world in ruin it’s DIPPER who ultimately makes the compromise in his own life dreams to set everything right. Considering how often Dipper makes compromises for her anyway (as pointed out by Bill Cipher) it honestly kind of left me bitter. It’s especially ironic because the whole point of Mabels fantasy world episode is getting Mabel to accept that time passes and happy moments in life can’t last forever . . but she ultimately gets what she wants anyway. You see what I mean by there being no real stakes?

Now, granted this is a Disney show and Disney has a reputation for fakeout deaths and implied consequences with no real follow through. Just look at their lineup of animated movies. But Gravity Falls actually has a reputation for being a very dramatic show, and consistently more adult than most childrens programming. It challenges a lot of kids sensibilities anyway, so it’s kind of disappointing that it falls back on some typical TV cliches of “maintain status quo” like tons of shows do. Also, I just think the whole idea of Dipper and Mabel staying together because they think wanting different paths will tare them apart is honestly kind of a bad message.

2. Some inconsistencies here and there

Okay, so I’m about to step into some knitpicky territory here. You’ve been warned. Inconsistencies between show episodes is really nothing new, and for that reason strong continuity is always praised. But Gravity Falls is a very unique case in that it’s narrative thrives on being consistent with all the things that have happened in the past. That’s why in the finale all the monsters of Gravity Falls and all the things that were foreshadowed come back in one big grand fight with Bill Cipher. There’s also clever little additions like how the time travel guy makes cameos in episodes prior to his first official appearance. So it’s obvious that small details are very important to the structure of the show. But unfortunately that’s kind of a double edged sword as it trains your audience to purposely look for bits of information only to find some things to the contrary. One that comes to mind for me is the finale when the Stan brothers change clothes to trick Bill Cipher. There’s a zoom in of the hand of Stanley wearing Fords clothes as he shakes Bill’s hand. The issue is . . . it still has six fingers somehow. And actually that’s a consistent detail for as long as Stanley is wearing Ford’s clothes. I’ve heard the argument that because it’s Ford’s gloves that’s why the extra appendage is there (which begs the question where do you get 6 fingered gloves?), but if that were the case it would have been a nice touch if they purposely made the pinky finger of the glove look limp, like there’s nothing in there. Would have been nice foreshadowing for the twist that’s coming.

*I wanted to put a gif here but didn’t know what I should pick. Settled with this.*

Beyond little things like that there’s also little character inconsistencies. Like in the episode “A Tale of Two Stans” Stanley tells Ford to stay away from his family so as to not put them in danger, only for Ford to start hanging out more with Dipper anyway and Stanley says nothing. Again, kind of knitpicky stuff and in any other show I’d probably be more forgiving of it, but this is the kind of show that demands this level of attention.

Really, that’s all I got against this show. It’s still some of the best quality animation to hit the airwaves in sometime, and it gets many things right that a lot of shows don’t, either because they unfortunately aren’t handled with the most care by their network or because the creators didn’t take the best route they could. It definitely still deserves the praise it gets and it still delivers on a lot of what it promises, and it’s also just in general a lovably original idea. There are just some ways I wish it went instead.

#disney #gravity falls #animation #cartoons #tv #mabel and dipper #dipper pines #mabel pines

6 notes · View notes