#but she had guts and determination especially when she fought for fi when he needed it the most to be protected

[cienie-isengardu]

"I know we couldn't leave her in the asylum," Ruu said, "but did anyone think how the poor woman would feel about being surrounded by strange men in Mando armor?" "But we're not the Death Watch," Besany said. She'd fallen into the role of alpha female by virtue of being Ordo's wife. "We're not the ones who killed her family." - Imperial Commando: 501st

This quote is one of the reasons why the entire Republic Commando book series makes me so furious when I’m not focused on Vau, Mird, Deltas or Atin. The female characters, while having a lot of potential to develop, are ultimately not treated with respect by the narrative or even by some male characters, and it is not about an existing conflict of interest that has arisen between them. I mean the moments where Besany is described as Alpha Female (whatever the hell that is supposed to mean in alleged gender neutral mandalorian society) leading other women when men aren't around. Not because, as a former agent of the Republic Treasury Audit Division, she had the appropriate abilities to do so, such as keeping a cool head in difficult situations (established in TZ and TC), self-confidence or even ordinary kindness when she took someone under her wing, so that this person would feel accepted / safe in a new - not always friendly - environment (as in the case of Corr). Instead, she is called the Alpha Female and is the leader "by virtue of being Ordo's wife". Which, excuse me, is shitty reason as hell. Disrespectful toward her as a person and toward other women whose supposed role and worth is now based on their husbands' social hierarchy? Like what, Laseema wouldn’t be a good leader in times of need because Atin is not the favorite son of Skirata? Or Etain, if she survived, because of Darman’s position in Kal’s list of fav boys?  That is the logic of the narrative?

(I mean, there is a chance I'm reading it wrongly, and Besany simply felt she need take charge at what is happening as a way to help Ordo, as the gesture of sharing the burden of responsibility but the text doesn't frame it that way for me.)

And what is even more irking? The whole narrative oh, she is the Alpha Female! Look how awesome she is, when being put in charge! But then never even seen anywhere truly close the "war council" that makes all vital decisions? You know, the one mentioned by book as "The usual war council was assembled-Skirata, Vau, Gilamar, Ordo's brothers, and Jusik." Sure, so great fucking Alpha Female, the queen of kitchen or whatever she is doing now in between the rare moments when IC: 501st remember she exist still. Riiiight.

(Just to be clear, Skirata, Vau and Gilamar, as the Mando veterans and the most experienced men make perfect sense and in truth, a lot of major issues were usually discussed/argued between Kal and Walon first and foremost, with input from Ordo and Jusik. But their decisions were affecting all the members of the clan, especially in regard to Jedi. But if being Ordo’s wife by virtue puts her in charge - or demands from her to act as leader, then her lack there is really disturbing. Even Ruu Skirata talked more about mandalorian politics with her dad than Besany doing anything more prominent than being in the kitchen and watching when boys played? I admit, I may be missing something important so feel free to correct me as I’m lately doing research focused mainly at Vau and his “kids” (including Mird) so Besanny could slip away from my memory. But regardless I think my point will still stand, as women of RepCom deserve better than being gutted out of their previous established traits and sadly turned into mindless wives or waiting to be married with another clone / Jusik (don’t even let me start about Arla Fett 😡)

#star wars #republic commando #republic commando critically #besany wennen #my rants #what irks me the most in that regard RC gave us kal and vau the cynical and arguing and hilarious golden duo of the whole series #but then women are treated either like things or being sidetracked and turned into some parody i dare say #like i'm not even a big fan of besany (mainly due to her connection with ordo and skirata lol) #but she had guts and determination especially when she fought for fi when he needed it the most to be protected #and she is the alpha female because of ordo? #WTF how dare you #i don't mind narrative saying she is the alpha female or whatever #because she proved she has everything is needed to lead / take care of those who needs #guidance of someone who at least looks like they know what they are doing #ordo being the skirata's fav DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING WITH HOW GOOD BESANY IS AT THIS ROLE #but yeah let's tie all woman's worth to her husband's #good damn i hate repcom in regard to that narrative that sidetracks women just for the sake of the oh so brave and poor boys #wait when i will tell you what i think about narrative around arla fett >_<

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One//  Part Two//   Part Three//  Part Four//  Part Five//  Part Six//  Part Seven//  Part Eight//  Part Nine//  Part Ten//  Part Eleven//   Part Twelve//   Part Thirteen//  Part Fourteen//  Part Fifteen//  Part Sixteen//  Part Seventeen//  Part Eighteen//  Part Nineteen//  Part Twenty//

Part Twenty-One: Returned To Basecamp 

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language 

Word Count: 2.9k

Well, Bruce didn’t quite get the welcome home he was expecting, instead he found an angry Steve, taking heavy sips of beer, on the couch. Whilst Bucky sat outside Steve’s bathroom, trying to get Y/N to open the door, after she had run in there because of Steve’s temper, which had frightened her.

“Please, doll, please come out. He didn’t mean to scare you he was just upset; we all are.” Bucky sat back against the door, when there was still no sound of movement from within the bathroom. When he turned around, he spotted Bruce, who was hobbling into the room, using his cutch that had been given to him by the hospital.

“Hey, bro. What’s going on, it’s like somebody’s died-wait please don’t tell me…” Bruce pointed at the bathroom door, thinking the worst.

“No, no, no, nobody’s died. It’s just…” Bucky dropped his voice, just in case Y/N was listening from behind the door, not wanting to upset her anymore, “…we got a letter from Brock’s lawyer, claiming he wants to take the baby, when it’s born.”

Bruce fell onto Steve’s bed, leaning heavily on his crutch.

“No, surely he can’t. I know he wasn’t found guilty of Y/N’s charges, but aggravated battery, must be a significant charge, for the family court?” Bruce weighed up the pros and cons in his head. A violent charge, must be probable grounds to not allow any kind of visitation, let alone full custody.

“He’s claiming that Y/N is unstable, and that she is incapable of taking care of herself, let alone a child. He’s using her family’s mental health problems as an excuse.” Bucky sighed, standing up from the floor, and perching on the end of Steve’s bed, next to Bruce.

“Shit.” Bruce breathed, shaking his head.

“Anyway, how are you?” Bucky tried to lighten the dark mood that had laid upon the little apartment, and all of its occupants.

“Well, I’m doing a lot better than all of you, clearly. How is Y/N and the baby, has she had a scan yet?” Bruce wanted to get back on topic to what was important. He was okay, compared to everyone else, especially; the poor girl, who he could hear sobbing on the bathroom floor.

“Yeah, they had one today. She’s having a girl.” Bucky flashed him a smile, reaching into his back pocket and taking out the little photograph that had slipped from Y/N’s fingers, when she had run into the bathroom.

“Oh wow, you never get used to how amazing the human body is do you.” Bruce took the scan, staring adoringly at the little baby on the picture.

“No, you really don’t.” Bucky smiled as he looked at the picture again, seeing the curved outline of the baby’s head, attached to the little body, imaging the little girl, running around their feet.

Both the men’s heads snapped up when they heard the click of the bathroom lock, and two little eyes poking out from the bathroom.

“Hey hun, how are you?” Bruce asked her warmly.

Y/N toddled out from the bathroom, wrapping her arms around Bruce’s neck, giving him a big squeeze, which he happily excepted, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“Better now, everyone’s here.” She sighed, pulling back, Bruce’s hand dropping to Y/N’s stomach.

“Wow, you’re getting big now.” Bruce commented, making Bucky and Y/N laugh.

“Mmhm, tell me about it. Can’t fit in my jeans anymore.” Y/N rolled her hands over her bump, little kicks and punches being landed underneath, “Where’s Steve?”

“In the living room, do you want me to go get him?” Bucky asked softly.

“Yes, please.” Y/N agreed, sitting on Bruce’s other side, pulling her arms around herself.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded, leaving to go and get the miserable blonde.

“Oi, asshole. Your girl needs you to be calm and collected, and supportive. Think you can manage that, because if you can’t then tell me now, so I know to keep you away from her.” Bucky scolded Steve, deeply unimpressed by the way he handled the whole situation. The shattered mirror shards still laying discarded on the carpeted floors.

“No, I’m calm now.” Steve replied, shortly; standing from the couch, he moved past Bucky, and poked his head into the bedroom.

Steve smirked, when he saw Bruce, showing Y/N his scars on his shoulder and head.

“He really did a number on you didn’t he.” Y/N frowned, the pit of guilt forming in her gut.

“None of it is your fault, honey.” Bruce wraps his arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, so people I hurt, keep telling me.” Y/N leans into Bruce.

“Because it’s true.” Y/N’s back stiffens, as she slowly turns around to face Steve, who looks like a scolded schoolboy, coming home to tell his mom he got detention.

“Can you give us a minute, Bruce. Sorry to make you get up.” Steve apologises, as the man slowly pulls himself up, hobbling towards the door, but not before stopping to whisper in Steve’s ear.

Y/N can’t hear what he was saying, instead she chooses to fiddle with her fingers, unaware Steve was now walking towards her, until the bed dipped next to her, and the man next to her gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have reacted like that; I shouldn’t have scared you.” Steve begins his long thought out apology, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Y/N’s face, the tear tracks down her cheek, were too painful to look at, knowing he had been the cause of them.

“I know you didn’t mean to. You were just angry, like I am.” Y/N took Steve’s hand, rubbing her thumb along the back on his bloodied knuckles.

“He’s not going to lay eyes on this precious baby, let alone take her from us. I promise you, my love.” Steve captures Y/N’s fingers that were running up and down his arm, kissing the soft skin.

“I believe you.” Y/N looked at him for the first time, his blue eyes followed the trail of salty streaks down her cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mixture of sorrow, for what he had caused his love, and determination to keep his family together.

“Are you sure you forgive me?” Steve looks at his lap, when his eyes meet Y/N’s and he’s reminded of the Bambi like, look of horror Y/N gave him when he began to raise his voice, and smash anything breakable in his sight.

“Yes, Steve I forgive you.” Y/N grabbed the sides of Steve’s face, pulling his lips, flush against his. Steve smiled into the kiss, gladly guiding their lips, as he continued to savour the taste of her lips.

“Good, because Bruce said he would shove that crutch up my ass if you didn’t.” Steve joked breaking the kiss.

~~~~

“How much is your fee?”

That was the first question she asked Shuri, as she joined Y/N and Steve at the coffee shop on the outskirt of Brooklyn.

“I owe you, Y/N. I owe you so much. I’m so sorry for failing you.” Shuri grabbed Y/N’s hand, the way she clenched Y/N’s hand, was almost bone crushing, and Y/N had to regretfully and as respectfully as she could, detach her from her hand.

“It wasn’t your fault, Shuri. He’s a cunning bastard, always has been.” Y/N patted Shuri’s arm, once she had finally taken her hand back.

“I should have fought harder; I should have found more witnesses. Hell, I should have dragged Parker there myself.” Shuri continued to ramble, Y/N eyed Steve, who was smirking.

“Shuri, none of us could have predicted what would have happened, but what we need to do now, is work out how we’re going to stop Brock from taking my-our baby.” Y/N took Steve’s hand. Steve gripped Y/N’s hand, his chest swelling when Y/N used that pronoun of ‘our’.

“Of course,” Shuri sat back, grabbing her laptop from her bag immediately bashing the keys, bringing up various documents:

“We already have an advantage, with him receiving a suspended sentence, and being charged with Aggravated Battery. That marks up his record, do you have any previous?”

“No, my record is clean, not even a parking ticket, I can’t drive.” Y/N laughs, shrugging.

“Excellent, what about career, what do you do for a living? Brock’s a lawyer, which means he has a very stable income.” That was when the smile dropped on Y/N’s face, picking at the decaying couch.

“Y/N?” Shuri pressed on.

“I-er…” Y/N coughed, embarrassed by her lack of drive, “I don’t really have a career, I’ve had lots of different jobs, but nothing permeant.”

Y/N felt ashamed as she admitted to two very well educated and successful individuals, that she in fact did nothing for a living, and was living off of scraps she was given by her parents,

“Okay…are you and Steve still living together, along with Dr Barnes and Dr Banner?” Shuri asked, there was a hint of something in her voice, but Y/N couldn’t quite work out.

“Yes.” Y/N nodded.

“Do you have plans to move into your own home at any point?” Shuri tried to tread carefully, so not to sound at all judgemental.

“Umm, not really.” Y/N looked at Steve, who was gripping he hand tightly.

“Okay, well this might, not be so good. You see; Brock is trying to claim that you are not capable to take care of this baby, by the looks of the letter, he’s using the fact you don’t have a stable income or a fixed address as viable excuses.”

“But she does have a fixed income, I make more than enough to provide for both of them, Christ, I’ve been making enough to feed three grown men, the last ten years, I can take care of them.” Steve defended.

“That may be true, but the court will also see that Y/N does not have a permanent residence-“

“She lives with me; my home is more than adequate.” Steve’s voice was rising, and it was making Y/N cower, as his tone harshened. Steve noticed the way that Y/N whimpered and took a deep breath.

“Look all I’m saying, is that I can take care of her and the baby. They have a home, with three doctors, she couldn’t be in safer hands.” Steve tried to reason.

“I know, Steve. If I were the judge, I would throw Brock’s claim out, and him in a jail cell, but I’m not, and we can’t. We’re going to have to think of some other strategies. However, as much as I hate to say this, but biologically and legally, you don’t have a right over that baby, Steve.” Steve felt like the wind had been knocked from his chest; he knew in his mind that the baby wasn’t his, but to have someone say that to him, nearly broke the poor man.

“I understand that. But as long as there is breath in my body, that baby is ours.”

~~~~

“Sweetheart, try and sit still.” Steve pleaded, when Y/N turned and wriggled around once again in his lap, during their movie marathon.

“I’m sorry, my mind’s just somewhere else tonight.” Y/N sighed, leaning back onto Steve’s chest, his arms circling her waist.

“I know, I get it. Mine too, wanna talk?” Steve turned Y/N around so that she was straddling his waist, her hands going to the neck of his shirt, rolling the cotton between her fingertips.

“I can’t stop thinking about what Shuri said, and about how I’m too stupid to get a job, and now I might lose the one good thing to come out of that shitshow of a relationship.”

It wasn’t that Y/N didn’t have any ambition to find a job, she was desperate to be independent, she just couldn’t find anything that she enjoyed enough to stick with. Y/N enjoyed the few weeks that she spent working in her mom’s salon, she liked the frequency of regulars, the catch ups with the elderly customers, and playing with all the cool hair dyes, when the young customers came to visit. There were times Y/N thought about setting up her own salon in Brooklyn, but she didn’t have the funds to do that, and with her now being five months pregnant, the chances of her requiring all the licensing and building permits were unlikely.

“You’re not stupid, sweetheart.” Steve spoke softly, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Compared to you, Mr Doctor, I’m not exactly Brainiac of the week.” Y/N half-heartedly laughed, but her weak smile dropped when she noticed that Steve didn’t find her comment funny.

“Please stop talking like this, bubba. You mean everything to me, sweetie, everything. I don’t care that you didn’t go to college, I don’t care that you haven’t got a permanent job, as long as I have you in my arms, and my life, then that’s all that matters. We can look for a place together, maybe if we get ourselves a place, then the court will see that I can take care of you just fine.” Steve’s fingers move under Y/N’s shirt, dancing along her stretched skin.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow.

“I’m asking if you want to live with just me, not the band of misfits that follow me?” Steve chirped, stroking along Y/N’s neck, his thumb rubbing over her throat.

“I think I can help with that.” Bruce’s voice made Y/N and Steve jump, as they twist their heads to see Bruce leaning in the door frame of his bedroom.

“Bruce, how long have you been stood there, you pervert?” Steve jokes, considering the way Y/N was straddling Steve’s waist.

“Long enough, sicko.” Bruce shuffles to the couch, Y/N climbed off of Steve’s lap, Steve sitting up, allowing Bruce some room to perch on the couch.

“What did you mean you could help us out?” Y/N asked, looking at Bruce, who cleared his throat, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“The settlement money that I was given, by Brock.” Y/N’s eyes widen when she realised what Bruce was alluding too.

“No, Bruce we couldn’t take your money. Besides you’ll need it, until you can get back to work.” Y/N shook her head, completely ruling out Bruce’s suggestion.

“I don’t need it, Y/N. I’m being paid by the hospital for compassionate leave, it’s why we have insurance, the best thing I could do is go on holiday with it. I’d rather you used it to create a new life with Steve and that baby.” Bruce rants, Y/N looks to Steve, she didn’t know what to say. Bruce was offering Steve and Y/N $25,000, that would be more than enough for a deposit on an apartment in New York.

“Bruce, we couldn’t-“

“Steve, I’m not taking no for an answer, take the money or, I’ll make you.” Bruce threatened, he smirked, but the glint in his eyes, was one of the upmost seriousness.

“Thank you, Bruce. Thank you so much.” Y/N threw her arms around Bruce, he happily excepted them, pulling her tightly to him, mindful of the bump.

“You’re more than welcome.” Bruce whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder, reaching his hand out to Steve, which he shook.

~~~~~

“I can’t believe Bruce would do that for us.” Y/N was giddy, as she brushed her teeth, Steve had been sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, digging his toes into the carpet.

“Steve…Steve didn’t you think it was generous of him?” Y/N turned with the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, her mood dropping when she noticed the glum look on Steve’s face.

Rinsing her mouth, and wiping away the excess foam from her mouth, she wondered into the bedroom, kneeling on the floor in front of Steve, resting her folded arms on Steve’s thighs, his hand immediately cupping her head.

“What’s the matter, puppy?” Y/N looked up into Steve’s troubled eyes, trying to read his face.

“It’s all well and good us finding a place together, but…it doesn’t solve the issue…the biological issue, that we’re going to have.” Y/N tilted her head, she didn’t know where this defeatist attitude was now coming from, considering the fact, that up until ten minutes ago, he was near tears of joy, after Bruce’s revelation.

“What are you talking about, so far you have been the greatest father this baby could ask for, regardless of DNA.” Y/N cupped Steve’s face, pulling his lips towards her, and giving him a light kiss.

“I know. I already adore this, little ladybug, and she’s not even here yet. But the court will see that Brock is the biological father, giving him an advantage over us.” Steve sighed, pushing his forehead into Y/N’s.

“Your name will be the one on the birth certificate, I’m going to give all parental rights to you.” Y/N promised.

“Sweetheart, that won’t matter if Brock gets his way, I don’t have any legal power in this situation.” Steve concluded, making Y/N eyes swell with tears.

“How, how can I give you the rights that you deserve?” Y/N begged, she didn’t know who she was begging, but she was on her knees, looking for help.

“I don’t know, bubba…unless…” Steve’s brow furrowed, as he sat deep in thought.

“What, what is it?” Y/N asked him frantically.

“Unless you marry me?” Y/N laughed shaking her head, falling back onto her bum, and laying her hands down flat behind her.

“Shouldn’t you be the one on your knees?” Y/N jested, looking down, still shaking her head in disapproval.

“This isn’t a joke, Y/N.” Y/N’s smile disappeared, and she slowly peaked up to look at Steve, whose face was stone.

Y/N shuffled backwards, as Steve crawled off the bed, moving onto one of his knees onto the floor.

“Will you marry me?”

A/N: Holy shit, well that was an eventful chapter!!!

Part Twenty-Two//

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