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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 3 years

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Meant To Be (ii)

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: Over a year after your first interaction with the BAU, it is finally time for your first day as an official team member. Even with all the excitement of the day, the biggest thing you look forward to is seeing Aaron Hotchner again. However, your perfect first day quickly turns out to be not at all what you had imagined.

Warnings: None, some angst?

Word Count: 5,585

A/N: Just know that I promise things are going to get better lol.

NOVEMBER 2007

QUANTICO, VA

For the first time in your life the sound of your alarm is a very welcome one as it rouses you from your light slumber. The whole room is filled with light as the sun streams through the cracked blinds. You had been in this apartment for two months now. It had taken some getting used to but it was starting to feel like home. That was very important to you seeing as Quantico was where you were going to be for the foreseeable future. It took you no time at all to sit up in bed, throwing off your blanket. When you got up to start getting ready, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. Your clothes draped over the chair at the end of the bed, your go-bag on top of the dresser, and your entry paperwork out on the kitchen table. As always, you had thought out every minute detail. You are determined to make sure that your first day at the BAU is perfect. It had taken excruciatingly hard work and dedication to get to where you are now. Nothing and no one is going to spoil it for you.

After getting dressed in record time you grab your go-bag off the dresser and head out to the living room. You set it on the table next to your paperwork and make your way into the kitchen. Scrambled eggs and toast sound like a good way to start the morning so you get out a skillet and a few eggs. Before you even have a chance to turn on the burner the sound of your phone going off in your bedroom causes you to run back in to check it. As you pull it off the charger you immediately smile widely at the name that flashes on your screen.

“Hey there Miss FBI Agent. God, that sounds good doesn’t it? FBI agent. Or maybe BAU agent. Didn’t I hear you say SSA once? What does that mean? Is it good? It sounds pretty powerful.”

“It means Supervisory Special Agent. And anything you call me that means I’m not hallucinating this whole thing is fine with me.”

“I like that. SSA Y/N L/N. Sounds official. Which is exactly what you are as of today! How are you feeling right now?”

“Excited. Prepared. Kind of like I’m on top of the world.”

“As you should! It’s been a long journey to get here, you deserve to enjoy every step. I still can’t believe my little sister is in the FBI.”

Your sister has been your biggest support system for as long as you can remember. No matter what path you choose, you know she will always have your back. It had been heartbreaking to leave her when you moved but you knew it would be worthwhile in the end. Today is when it finally pays off. She has called you almost every day so even though you are states apart, she is never truly absent. Hearing her voice now, getting the chance to share this moment with her, is more important to you than you know how to express.

“I can’t believe that you’re awake before noon.” This earns a scoff.

“I will have you know that I set an alarm for 5:30 so I would be awake in time to tell you good morning before you head off to work.”

“That’s very sweet of you. I’m really glad you called.”

“Hey, there’s no way in hell I was gonna miss your first day!”

“I appreciate that. It means a lot to have your support.”

“Of course! I will always give it freely. Besides, this is too cool not to talk about. You get to catch bad guys. You now have special government access. Plus you can basically read minds. You’re a real life superhero. How totally awesome is that?”

“Oh, I know. Why do you think I wanted the job? I’m glad you’re able to see its merits. Most people find it very morbid. Or boring.”

“Well most people aren’t us.” Glancing over at the clock, you can’t help a small sigh from leaving your chest. Your sister of course catches on. “Do you have to go?”

“Yeah. I only have about 15 minutes. Thank you so much for calling though! I always look forward to hearing from you.”

“Well I don’t have any patients today and I expect you to call me later tonight so we can talk about everything, okay?”

“Okay, it’s a plan. I love you.”

“I love you too. Have a great first day.” You hang up quickly, making your way back into the kitchen to put away what you had gotten out. Instead you pull out a few granola bars to eat on the way. Even though this isn’t quite what you had planned you don’t mind one bit. Talking to your sister is more important. You briefly wonder if she took today off just so she could be there for you or if it is just a coincidence. If it was on purpose, you wouldn’t be surprised. It had always been kind of funny to you what careers both of you had chosen. She is a therapist. You are a profiler. While the two do have distinct differences there are also a lot of striking similarities. It’s just funny how life works out sometimes. Never what you expect.

You head into the bedroom to grab your go-bag, making sure everything you need is in there. Picking up the paperwork from the table, you head out the door and downstairs to your car. After loading your things up, you turn on the radio to the most uplifting station you can find. This is the kind of morning where nothing less than radiant positivity is welcomed. It’s the first day of your new life and you are going to make the most of it, even if it kills you.

The drive seems to go by in an instant and soon you find yourself in the parking lot of the BAU headquarters. There is still confidence bubbling inside of you but seeing the building right there in front of you causes the nerves to kick in as well. It seems so much bigger to you now. With a deep breath, you realize you need a little boost from your good luck charm. The small compartment on top of your dashboard opens with a click and you pull out the piece of paper inside. It feels good to have in your hands and you read the name at the top over and over again. Aaron Hotchner. His business card had stayed in your car all these years and whenever you felt nervous or unsteady, you pulled it out and for some reason it always calmed you. You were grateful to have it now more than ever.

Feeling renewed, you set the card back in its cubby and get out of the car. Things in hand, you stride right up to the front doors and let yourself inside. Once inside the main lobby you head over to the front desk, where a man asks for your ID. Reaching into the front pocket of your go bag you pull out the badge you had collected weeks in advance. A feeling of power washes over you when he clears you, much like a year and a half ago when you had stepped inside the Fort Worth precinct. However, it was a much more intense feeling now.

The journey towards the main offices of the BAU feels like a dream. The elevator carries you to the right floor and you float towards the glass doors that lead into your new workspace. Inside, it is bright and full of life. People move past you with such fluidity that it seems almost like a dance and baby, you are ready to tango.

Soon your attention is being commanded by a friendly voice you recognize very quickly. “Well, look who it is!”

Morgan makes his way towards you, a wide grin on his face. He looks just how you remember. You are glad the first person to greet you is someone you know. Now standing in front of you, he raises his arms and his expression changes as he silently asks for your permission. With a nod, you reach out as well as he pulls you in for a hug.

“It’s nice to see you again sweetheart. I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna show up.” Laughing lightly at this, you feel yourself relaxing. “Look at you, all professional. How does it feel?”

“Completely liberating. It feels like it took me a lifetime to get here and now that I am, I can’t wait to get started.”

“Well, you’re gonna get your chance sooner than you think. We just got a case this morning. They called us in a little early to debrief us. We’ll fill you in on the jet. It’s go time baby.” He lightly pats your arm with a smile as he leads you over to where the rest of the team is, all sat at their desks. Spencer and JJ you recognize but there’s one face that you haven’t seen before. “Look who finally made it.”

JJ stands quickly to give you a hug, patting your back. “Leave her alone. She was doing a lot of hard work to get here. She doesn’t deserve to be teased in her first ten minutes on the job.” She says to Morgan, shooting him a playful glare. “Welcome. We’re really excited to have you here. You’re going to make a wonderful addition to the team. If you ever need anything just let me know, okay?”

“I will. Promise. Thanks.” Spencer is the next to stand, extending his hand to you. Taking it in your own, you nod respectfully. You don’t linger, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Hi. Sorry, I’m not much of a hugger.”

“Oh, no need to be sorry. I definitely get it. It’s nice to see you again. I know we didn’t really get a chance to talk the last time we saw each other but I’m hoping to change that now that we’re coworkers.”

“Of course. I would like that.” There is still a slight awkwardness in the way he smiles but not nearly as much so as when you first met him. He’s the only one of the three that you don’t feel much of a connection with but you are determined to change that. These were your peers now. Your new family. It was important to you that you get to know all of them. It was jarring at first seeing how familiar they are with you already but it doesn’t take long for you to become comfortable as well. However you quickly remember that there is one person you still haven’t met. Turning to her, you extend your hand.

“Hello. I’m Y/N L/N.” She shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Emily Prentiss. These guys seem to have the advantage here. How do you all know each other?”

“Oh, I shadowed them about a year and a half ago now while I was still a student. Today is my first day as a member of the team.”

“That’s wonderful! Well, I’m excited to get to know you as well.” She offers a welcoming smile, one you appreciate. As you look around the bullpen you take note of the fact that Elle is nowhere to be found. At the moment you feel it isn’t your place to bring this up, so you simply smile at the people who are with you now.

“So, I hear we’ve got a case.” You begin, desperately wanting to learn everything you can now so you can fully prepare yourself.

“Yeah,” JJ answers. “It’s a string of high level armed robberies in Los Angeles. Nobody has been able to identify or apprehend any of the unsubs. There are five of them. All of the robberies were almost identical except for the last one. Someone was shot and killed. That’s when the authorities invited us to work the case.”

“Sounds like fun, huh?” Derek chimes in, jabbing you with his elbow.

“I don’t know if fun is the right word. Interesting sounds better, I think. I’m ready to get started though.”

“Yeah, I see that,” He gestures to your go-bag. “Good thing you’re all packed. That was a smart choice. They don’t always tell you to bring a bag on the first day. You’re all over it though.”

“Well, you only get one shot at a first impression. I wanted to be seen as professional. Plus I am very rarely unprepared for things.”

“Good. That’s a pretty good philosophy to hang onto, especially in this profession. The more prepared you are going into it, the better equipped you are to handle the stressors of the job. There’s a lot of tough things you’re gonna have to deal with but if you charge head first with a clear sense of where you’re going and what you’re doing, it’ll take a lot of the anxiety out of it.” You listen intently as he speaks with a tone of sincerity you have not yet heard from him. When he sees you staring at him, he chuckles. “First tip is free but next time I’m gonna charge you. Good advice like that doesn’t come cheap.”

“Okay, good to know.” You laugh, looking towards the others with a smile. “How about you guys? Any free tips for the newbie?”

“Yeah,” Emily chimes in. “Don’t listen to anything Morgan says.” This causes him to roll his eyes jokingly. “Although here’s a real piece of advice. No matter what happens, no matter how hard the job gets, don’t forget who you are. Don’t let this work compromise your beliefs and your morals. There are going to be times when you rethink what you know but don’t let the awful things you see harden you and turn you into someone you’re not. I can already see that you have a real light and kindness about you. Never let the bad people take that away from you or else they win.” Hearing this, your expression softens. For only having known you for a few minutes, Emily already seems to have bonded with you. Enough to give you such important advice. Her words linger in your head for a moment.

“I’ll definitely remember that.” JJ places a hand on your arm.

“Can I add something?” You nod eagerly, wanting to soak up all of the knowledge that you possibly can from these people. “My advice would be to talk to your loved ones as often as you can. Trust me, you’ll definitely want to after some of the stuff that we see. Talking to someone outside of work and grounding yourself in those relationships will help keep you sane. You’re going to be really grateful for a strong support system later on.”

“Luckily I do have a really strong support system in my sister. She basically raised me. She’s my best friend. It was hard to leave her but I know she still supports my decision.”

“That’s so great. I’m really glad you have someone like that.” You nod, feeling a small tinge of sadness when you think about how much you wish she was here with you. However, it passes quickly when Morgan puts his hand on your shoulder as a sign of comfort. The gesture is simple but calming, almost as if he’s telling you that he is a part of your support system now too. You know the people surrounding you will have your back. That thought lifts your spirits immeasurably.

“What about you? I’m sure I could get some good advice from a genius.” You say to Spencer after clearing your throat.

He chuckles lightly and thinks for a moment. “I guess I would say don’t let your age stop you from reaching your potential. You and I are the same age so I think I know to some extent how nerve wracking all this must be. Just know that even though you are young you have a lot of skills and abilities to bring to the table. Chase after what you want and soak up everything you can now. I’m obviously a strong believer in the collection of knowledge so the more you learn the better off you’ll be later. And you have as much right to be here as anyone else. You’ve done the work so believe in your own skills.” The three of you watch him for a moment and he looks between you. “But, hey, what do I know.” His joke makes you laugh.

“No, that’s really good advice. Thank you.” Before you have a chance to say anything else, a voice from behind causes all of you to stop.

“What’s all the commotion out here?” Turning around quickly you see an older man with dark hair standing on the walkway that wraps around the bullpen. His eyebrows are raised as he begins making his way towards you. Upon seeing him you put on your best professional face but the others seem to stay relaxed as he walks over to you. Once he’s standing next to you he offers you his hand. “Hello.” You take it quickly, shaking hands with him as you maintain eye contact. Unsure of who this man is, you are afraid to make a bad impression. As you look into his eyes there is something so strikingly familiar about him but you aren’t quite sure what it is. “Who might you be?”

“Sorry, sir. I am Y/N L/N. Today is my first day as a member of the BAU. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His dark expression immediately lightens as he gives you a small smile.

“Ah. It’s nice to meet you as well. Sorry to scare you. I just have to keep these trouble makers in line from time to time.” Seeing him smile causes you to grin as well, beginning to relax again.

“Of course. It’s not a problem at all sir.”

“Well I’m David Rossi. Welcome to the BAU, I guess would be an appropriate introduction. I promise I’m not always so scary.”

“Just most of the time.” Derek adds, causing David to give him a look.

“Please ignore him. I like to think I’m a nice man. I don’t want to scare you off on your first day.” At this you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh trust me sir, you won’t. I’ve worked really hard to get here. There’s no getting rid of me now.” This causes him to laugh.

“That’s a good attitude to have. It’ll get you pretty far in this career. Keep working, keep putting the bad people away. It may take a while but it’s a gratifying feeling. In the meantime, just keep your chin up and you’ll be just fine. You seem like a bright kid.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.”

“Please, you can call me Rossi. Everyone else does.”

“Okay. Rossi. Thanks.” With a warm smile he pats your arm.

“If you want a prime example of working hard to get ahead, look at Hotch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man not at work. That’s why he’s the boss.” Derek says. His words make your breath hitch. Just the mention of his name makes you nervous. It’s been such a long time since you’ve seen him and you only spent time together for one day but even so he has been such a huge inspiration to you. And seemingly for good reason. You already know that Hotchner is going to be the man to impress around here but you don’t mind that much.

“Speaking of, have you spoken with Hotch yet today?” Rossi asks.

“No. I actually have some paperwork that I need to give to him before we leave, clearing me to travel and all of that. Could I possibly see him now?” You try not to sound too desperately hopeful.

“Yeah, of course. His office is right up there.” Rossi points to a door across the room. With a deep breath you nod in gratitude and then begin making the walk over to his office. It seems like an endless journey as you remind yourself over and over again that he’s just a person and you don’t need to be so afraid. Or nervous. Excited? Infatuated? Whatever the feeling is, it’s overwhelming. Once you’re outside his door, you close your eyes and breath before knocking. His voice is clear coming from the other side as he tells you to come in.

Opening the door cautiously, you step inside with paperwork in hand. Hotch is sitting at his desk filling something out, not looking up.

“Good morning sir.” Upon hearing your voice he looks quickly up at you. His eyes are just as dark and intense as you dreamed, fixated completely on you. The two of you maintain eye contact for a moment and the world is nothing but him. Suddenly realizing what you’re doing you force yourself to snap out of it, reminding yourself that this man is your boss and you’re acting like a lunatic.

“Good morning.” He says simply, not moving as he watches you intently. Willing yourself to gather up all of your confidence, you walk over to stand right in front of his desk.

“It’s really lovely to see you again. Being here is like a dream. At the BAU, I mean. I’ve been looking forward to it for so long, I almost can’t believe that I’m here. Now that I am though, I’m ready to work. I plan to earn your trust now just like I did the last time we worked together. I won’t let you down.” With a sudden flush of embarrassment, you grip the papers tightly. You have only been in his office for a few seconds and already you have completely exploded in excitement. Taking another breath, you calm yourself. “Sorry sir. I’m just very excited to be here. If you couldn’t tell.”

There is another moment of silence as Hotch’s eyes stay locked on yours, scrutinizing your expression with calm intensity. For a second you can almost see him thinking, as though he’s working something out in his head though you aren’t quite sure what that is. After a moment he stands up, putting you both on equal footing. Everything about him commands your focus and attention. A quiet prayer hangs on your lips as you wait for him to say your name again after all this time. Just once is all you need and then you’d be happy. No more daydreams, no more delusions, no more distractions. Just once and you can do your job. If only he’d quit staring at you so deeply and tell you exactly what you want to hear.

“I do appreciate your heartfelt words ma’am but I’m afraid I’m at a loss. I’m not sure I know who you are.” With that your heart drops. Of all the things he could have possibly said, this was the most disappointing. It’s such a small sentence but it is a mighty blow.

“I’m sorry?” You inquire, hoping that maybe you misunderstood.

“I’m really very sorry ma’am but I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not sure we’ve ever met.” Nope, you had understood what he was saying perfectly much to your dismay.

“My name is Y/N L/N sir. We did meet a little over a year ago now. You came to my hometown to work on a case and I spent the day shadowing you. I was a student at the time. Today is my first day here as a team member.” Hotch says nothing in response for a time, his expression exposing what seems to be a deep sense of regret.

“I apologize. We go through a lot of cases, it’s difficult for me to keep track of all the people that come and go in my life.” That is all you need to hear to shut down any further fantasizing. You had come and gone from his life a long time ago. Frankly you feel foolish for indulging these thoughts anyway. It was one day a year ago. There is nothing to look into. He is your boss now, not some high school crush. This is a professional environment. This would be for the better anyway. At least those are the sorts of things you tell yourself. “I really don’t mean any offense. It’s nice to meet you. Needless to say we’ll get to know each other now since we’ll be working together. Welcome to the team.” He tries to soften his expression but there is still a severity to it that doesn’t ease the knot in your stomach.

“It’s really my fault, sir. I shouldn’t have expected you to remember me. It was a long time ago and you’re a very busy man. No offense taken. I’m excited to work with you.” Trying to change the subject, you extend your paperwork towards him. “Here’s all of my entry paperwork. It gives me authorization to travel, my medical and professional history is there as well. All I need is your signature and I will be clear to begin working.” Looking through it quickly he nods before signing each of the necessary lines. He hands it back to you and you nod awkwardly before deciding to merely head towards the door. “Thank you sir. I’ll take this to the front desk really quickly and I’ll be good to work this latest case. I’ve already brought a go-bag.”

“Oh, you won’t be needing a go-bag.” This stops you in your tracks.

“I won’t?” You ask, turning to face him.

“No, you won’t. You’re not travelling with us for the case.” Every dream you’d had about your first day at the BAU is crumbling around you with every word that comes out of his mouth.

“Can I ask why, sir?” Leaning down to open a cabinet, he pulls out his own go-bag and unzips it to check its contents. This simple act of dismissal is enough to make you feel an inch tall.

“It’s only your first day, I don’t hardly know anything about you. I don’t feel comfortable taking an agent into the field that is practically a stranger to me and to the rest of my team. It will only compromise your safety and the safety of others. When I get back, we’ll have a discussion and see where you’re at when the next case rolls around.”

“But sir,” For a second your own words ring in your head. You’re the boss. No explanation necessary. You are not the kind of person that questions authority. You never have been and you thought you never would be but hearing your new boss say this to you makes your blood boil for some reason. It’s like Spencer said. You have as much right to be here as anyone else and you have not gone through seven years of grueling work to be put on the sidelines from day one. “I have studied and trained for a long time. I put in the work, the same as the rest of you and that’s why I’m here. I didn’t just show up on accident, it’s because I’m good at what I do. I have all the paperwork and I am prepared to put in the effort on this case.” His movements have stopped now and his eyes stay locked on yours, unable to look away as you speak. Once you’re finished he breaks away and sighs deeply.

“I am not disputing any of that but I am responsible for the safety of my team and now that includes you. It would make me feel much better if I could talk with you before sending you to the front lines. I’m on your side here even if it doesn’t seem like it. But at the end of the day I am your boss and I have final say. The answer is no. I want to like you, Y/N. Don’t give me reason to distrust you on your first day.”

“Yes sir,” Is all you are able to mutter as you feel yourself deflate. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.” The shift in your demeanor must have been palpable because his expression suddenly softens and a hint of a smile ghosts over his lips as he walks over to you.

“I know you didn’t. I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’ll have your chance soon enough.” With that, he grabs his bag and walks out of the office. In no more than ten minutes all of your big hopes and dreams for your perfect first day at the BAU were crushed. Everything has been happening so fast that it still seems like it might not be real. It’s all you can do to walk back out into the bullpen. Derek is the first one to notice your mood shift.

“What happened?” With a forced smile you shake your head.

“I’m not going to be joining you guys. The boss doesn’t feel comfortable letting me into the field just yet. I guess it makes sense.” Hearing this, Derek, JJ, and Spencer all three share a confused look.

“It actually doesn’t make that much sense. If you’ve got the paperwork, you are clear to go in the field. Everything should be in order. I’m not sure why he would wanna keep you behind. You’ll learn more in the field than you will sitting here.” Emily and JJ nod in agreement and you shrug off his questioning.

“It is what it is. I’ll just have to make the most out of it.” You quiet down but he can see that there is still something upsetting you.

“Okay, come on. What else happened?” The expression on his face is one of determination as he stares you down, waiting for an answer.

“It’s nothing really. It’s just that he didn’t remember me and I was a little disappointed. That’s all. It’s not really a big deal.”

“No, that is definitely a big deal. Hotch is not a forgetful man. Especially when it comes to people. If he worked one on one with you a year ago and he knew you were going to be a future member of his team, he would have paid especially close attention to you. That just definitely doesn’t seem right to me.” As much as you agreed with him you decided now wasn’t the time to push the issue.

“Well, I’m sure he just had a lot on his mind. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, good luck guys. I’ll see you when you get back.” The look on Derek’s face indicates that he wants to continue the conversation but he doesn’t. The three of them grab their go-bags and head to the door. Following them you smile when Derek gives you a side hug.

“We’ll all go get a drink when we get back. I promise.” You nod.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Before he can walk out the doors with the others you stop him. “Hey. Thanks. I know we still don’t know each other that well but I appreciate you making me feel welcome.”

“No problem, kid. You’re one of us now. We have to protect our own.” With one last smile he disappears through the main doors. Stepping out after him you stop when you see Hotch standing right outside the doors. With a small breath you walk over to him.

“You’ll be working with our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. Go down to the bottom floor. Her office will be the third door on the right when you get off the elevator. She’ll introduce herself. She’s very friendly. We’ll speak when I get back.” With that, he too disappears.

In little more than thirty minutes, your perfect day is ruined before it has even really begun. Thoughts spin inside your head faster than you can comprehend. It feels like your fault for letting your expectations get so high. There is no way of erasing it. No matter how many good days you have from here on out, your first day at the BAU will always be a sad memory. It hadn’t been all bad of course. It had been nice to talk with the other team members for the short time that you had. However, that feeling was quickly ruined by your interaction with Hotchner. He was one of the main reasons you were so excited to begin working. You were sure that he would have some inspirational words of advice for you but all he had done was make you feel belittled. There was no way of taking that back. Now you were side lined for your very first case and it was completely out of your control. You really wish you had your good luck charm right about now. Something tells you you’re going to need it now more than ever. The Hotch that exists within that business card is the one you want to linger in your memories. The respectful and professional agent who had made you feel so respected and appreciated. That is the Hotch you need right now but that isn’t the man you’d spoken with today. That is what broke your heart more than anything. With one last longing look at the main doors you gather yourself up and head down to meet Penelope Garcia.

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purecantarella · 3 years

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Blackpink Reaction : First ‘I Love You’

hai, not much to say but i hope you enjoy this! 😊 disclaimer : not much, just some cursing.

Kim Jisoo

It was clear to you that your girlfriend was going to be under a lot of pressure and watched meticulously close by fans, the company, and her haters. You were there with her, every step of the way. Through all the hardship, the late nights, and all the tears, you stood behind her happily.

You walked into the recording studio after work, greeting her staff softly who excused themselves to buy dinner for everyone. Jisoo sat next to Teddy, a clunky headset over her ears. You smiled as you creeped up behind her, leaning over to peck her cheek, making her squeal in surprise. A hearty laugh fell from your lips while you waved respectfully to Teddy.

“You should hear the demo, Y/n. Jisoo sounds amazing.” Teddy said with a big smile. You looked at Jisoo for permission before she gave you an enthusiastic nod and you took Teddy’s place on the rolling chair in front of the tech they had set up. “Not that I need proof that my girl sounds amazing...” You said looking up at Teddy then moving your glance to the idol beside you. “But I am pretty damn excited to hear everything she’s been working on.”

The producer then let the roll play and a growing smile graced your lips as you listened to Jisoo’s mind-blowing vocals. You noted the rasp in her voice while maintaining the sweet quality of her natural vocals and the loving message of the song. Jisoo on the other hand was beginning to feel nervous. Of course, you weren’t a critic or someone who was going to hate her if you didn’t particularly like the song, but your opinion held high regards to her.

Once the song ended, you pulled the headset off your head, a serious expression on your face. You leaned back in your seat, rubbing your hand onto your face. Jisoo’s heart began to shatter at your reaction.

“How in the hell...” You muttered softly before your lips upturned into a small grin. “Am I going to keep the Blinks from stealing you from me?” You finished as you stared at Jisoo, who was now becoming increasingly relieved from your last statement. The vocalist then punched your arm over and over again playfully. “Don’t scare me like that, Y/n!” She cried, masking the laughter bubbling in her chest.

You apologized softly, attempting to hug her to which you got pushed away, rolling you further away from her pouting figure. “I’m gonna leave you two for a bit.” Teddy said before winking at you then leaving the studio. The moment the producer walked out of the room, she got up and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer to her body. You smiled, pushing your head into her neck, taking in her familiar and flowery smell.

You pulled away, gazing into her eyes. She leaned close, nudging her scrunched up nose onto yours with a playful grin before she turned to look down at the laptop again. The track of her solo repeated, blasting softly through the headset. Your arms remained wrapped around her waist, your chin propped onto her shoulder as you began to play with her hair, whispering how much you loved her solo, how proud you were of her when it finally slipped out.

“I love you so much Kim Jisoo...” You whispered softly in her ear, almost like a prayer. Her heart came to life, pounding in her ribcage so loudly that she could hear it. A toothy grin fell over her lips as she began to pull you closer. A wave of love and comfort washing over both of you.

Kim Jennie

After a day of smiling and thanking at all her co-workers, friends, and fans for greeting her on her birthday. She felt a little tired but she was also excited for spending the evening with her favorite person in South Korea, you.

She walked into your shared apartment with a big smile as she took in everything before her. Her two dogs dressed up in shirts, an array of food, drinks, and a large cake with the icing saying, ‘Happy Birthday Human Chanel!’ and of course, you smiling down at her wearing a merch hoodie with her name on the front. Jennie giggled at your ensemble and walked up to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. She then leaned up to peck your lips lovingly.

“Happy Birthday, honey.” You said with a content smile. “I can change into something more appropriate if you don’t want to have birthday dinner with your name on a hoodie.” She laughed out and eyed the hoodie again, thinking for a minute. She pecked your lips again before saying, “No, I like it.” You laughed before leading her to the dining table.

Pulling out her chair for her and serving her the food lay before her. “How long did it take for you to put this together?” She asked amused by the each detail that you’d taken account for. “Almost all day but seeing that smile on your face...” You pointed to her grin with your chopsticks. “Is totally worth it, Jen.”

You took her hand from across the table and pressing your lips to her knuckles gently. Jennie then tilted her head, awing at your action for a moment, her gaze stuck on you. You two ate in a happy state of mind as she told you about the surprises her members hatched for her and the rest of her day.

Once you both finished eating, she was preparing to return to the room and get ready to cuddle with you when you stood in front of her frantically. “Hon, maybe you should call your mom really quick!” You said with an awkward smile. She cocked her head to the side at your strange reaction. Then she heard it; a high-pitched bark that caught the attention of both Kuma and Kai.

Jennie’s eyes went wide as she pushed past you and opened the door to your shared bedroom. There she saw a puppy in a playpen cage scratching at the barriers, begging for attention. The idol reacted by running to the small dog with grey fur and pulling her into her arms, cooing at the small animal.

“They’re adorable!” She cried, facing you as you leaned up against the door frame. You moved to walk towards her, scratching his little ear. “I realized that you raised Kuma and Kai pretty much by yourself.” As you wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “And I wanted to raise a pup with you as well.” She chucked as she nuzzled into your shoulder.

“Does he have a name?” Jennie asked you softly as he peered at her with his yellow eyes. “Not yet, I thought we should name him together.” You whispered as he opened his mouth and began to pant softly. You both thought for a moment as you both said at the same time,

“King.” You both looked at each other in surprise and amusement. Before you both fell into fits of giggles. “He looks like that character King!” You exclaimed. “Plus I wouldn’t want to ruin the whole ‘K’ family.” You added referring to the older dogs. She giggled and kissed your cheek gently.

“King just felt right to me.” You smiled then placed your forehead against hers gently. Looking into her eyes, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You placed you lips against hers gently before you allowed the words to fall from your tongue.

“I love you Jen.” A smile tugged at the ends of her lips as she pecked your lips quickly.

“I love you too,” She paued to look down at the grey-furred puppy in her hands. “We should introduce King to his brothers.” Jennie said, looking up at you again. You nodded as you lead her into the living room where her dogs were running around.

Park Chaeyoung / Rosé

"Are you sure you don’t want me to come over, sunshine?” You asked through the phone as you shifted on your shared bed, petting Hank as he huffed tiredly. Rosé had been ranting to you while she took her lunch break. You could tell that she was completely done with the company’s bullshit and she needed to blow off some steam.

You heard a few voices followed by your girlfriend sighing heavily. “No, no, no, it’s okay. You rarely get days off and you should relax.” She paused again, taking in a mouthful of food. After chewing a little more, she looked at the clock on the wall before taking another deep breath. “I have to go, N/n. I’ll see you at home.” She then abruptly ended the call, leaving you feel unsatisfied.

While on one hand, you wanted to try and surprise her at the studio, but you didn’t want to distract her from her work and she may be annoyed with that fact making adding to her stress. You looked down at the sleepy puppy in your lap as he eyed you curiously. A smile fell onto your lips as you got up and happily walked over to the kitchen in hopes to cheer your lovely girlfriend up.

“Oh my God, Y/n. What happened?” You stared at Rosé from the dining table with Hank sitting on top of it, your face filled with residue of the smoke and sweat from the heat of the stove. She dropped her bag and sat beside you, brushing the hair off of your face and made attempts to scrub the marks on your defeated face off.

You huffed softly as you leaned into her touch. She continuously fussed over you making you feel very guilty. Releasing a big huff of air, you looked into her brown eyes, catching her attention. “I’m sorry, Rosie. I tried cooking for you but it turned out to be a disaster.” You pointed to the charred food in the kitchen. “I just wanted you to come home and relax because I love you but I guess that didn’t happen.”

Rosé looked down at you and chuckled softly. “I can’t believe this, Y/n.” You winced at her words before she leaned down and placed a firm kiss on your lips. A smile appearing on her lips for the first time all day. “That you would go through so many lengths just to make me happy...” She paused again to laugh. Her lips once again finding yours, giving you both an unspeakable comfort.

“How about this, N/n. You clean up the kitchen, I’ll order some take-out, we put on the cheesiest movie we can find, and I just hold you. How does that sound, angel?” You smiled down at her and nodded. Both of you stood up and put Hank on the floor. You began your walk to the kitchen when she pulls you into her again, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

“I love you too by the way.” A blush set on your cheeks as she giggled.

Lalisa Manoban / Lisa

It’s not often that you walk into the practice room and not all the girls were there this early in the afternoon. Usually they were bustling around getting into all sorts of hijinks, most of the time headed by Lisa. Now though, all you could hear was the squeaking of shoes and a soft voice counting the beats.

You leaned up against the door, watching your girlfriend’s body move as she counted down and did it over and over again. After a while you decided to get her attention. “Excuse me, I’m looking for my girlfriend.” You called out, catching the young dancer’s attention, making her smile tiredly at you. “Around 5″5, iconic bangs, meme monster, dance machine, hottest member of her group, and mentor to the stars.” You finished as you reached her, handing her a bottle of water. She chuckled and pecked your lips tentatively.

“What’re you doing here, I thought you had work today.” She asked before she gulped down the water. You shrugged and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to you despite her sweaty body. “I wanted to see you. Plus my shift ended a bit ago.” You muttered pressing your lips to the back of her head.

“How about you, what’s this routine?” You asked, moving to lean on the mirror in front of her. “Something that you can’t know about yet.” Lisa said mysteriously, making you smile. You rolled your eyes before pushing off of the glass, leaning down, ghosting her lips, making her want more. “You sure there’s nothing you can tell me, Miss Manoban?”

“I can’t tell you anything.” The shorter woman teased before taking your hands in hers. “But I can show you.” You laughed as she began to spin you around, making you dance with her. You did your best to follow her lead but with no music, it proved to be a challenge.

You started to catch up to whatever beat she was trying to force upon you until you slipped over, taking her down with you. Once you were sure she was okay, laughter began to fill the room, filling it with warmth and life. You looked at her as she lay on your chest. Your hand pushed back her bangs, placing a lingering kiss on the sweaty skin.

“I love you, Manoban.” You whispered against her forehead. Lisa’s smile grew brighter as your words echoed in her mind and in her heart. You pulled away, meeting her eyes that were filled with so much love. “I love you too, L/n.” You lay flat on the ground satisfied, wrapping a secure arm around her waist, keeping her close. She felt your heart erratically beat against your chest, making her know that everything that was happening was real.

i hope you guys enjoyed it! again, not a super long imagine/reaction but i do have a few more ideas in mind other than the requests that i have in my inbox. i’ll get to them, i promise anyway, remember that requests are open and i’m willing to talk or take criticism anytime 😊stay safe always everyone taglist: @labrachrosite

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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Set Me Dreaming / Bucky Barnes Imagine

Request: can you do a bucky fic where reader catches him awake in the middle of the night and fighting off some of his troubles? like maybe bucky resists any type of consolation until he finally succumbs. i am open to any of your ideas/own interpretation! thank you!! <3

Yes I can thank you!! Also Mr Barnes it’s been seven years and I am still looking respectfully 👀

If you like, please comment and reblog!

(The lyrics are Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller/ Frank Sinatra (we’re just going to pretend this version came out at the right time aha), and I got them from Google!)

You haven’t heard this song since that night in 1943. Since the night he proposed. Since the night he left. Since the night you lost your Bucky.

‘The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.’

It takes you a moment to see in the darkness of the little New York Apartment you and Bucky had managed to scrounge up the money to pay for. It certainly needed some work, and sometimes you missed that smell of antiseptic and apple pie - that warmth familiarity of Bucky patching Steve up after a fight with one hand, and trying to copy his mom’s old recipes as a treat for when you got home from work in the other. This place only smelt of car fumes, and a certain stench of must and old pine that was just a sucker punch to the stomach every time you entered. Every time the two of you were reminded how stranded Steve had left you. Buck had tried to cook for you, once, a couple of weeks ago, but you had come home to find him sitting slouched, crying, on the kitchen tiles as he sobbed out how his mind couldn’t remember the measurements his mom had written down. But it didn’t matter, you think as you finally spot the sound of the noise. Wherever and whenever you had Buck, you were home. Even if everything needed work, it was worth it.

The record player swirls slowly from its spot on the kitchen counter, languid in its spinning as the familiar notes bounce around the confining walls and fill the place, and the city, with its warm jazz. At this time of night, there’s little to compete with the rippling trumpets, or the baritone voice - just the faraway sound of car horns and the jagged breathing of something coming from the fire escape. For a moment, you jump, forgetting yourself, forgetting you weren’t trapped in Hydra anymore. And then your heart starts to drop as you untangle yourself from the blankets, getting up from where you were holding your fiancée on the floor, to spot his sitting with his back to you. His eyes are gone. You don’t know how you can tell, solely just from the rise and fall of his naked back. You just know him too well, you suppose.

He’s gone from you, at the moment, eyes glazed with a faraway mist as he looks down at flashing, neon lights and dirt-tramped streets of the city he used to know like the back of his hand. But he’s not there either. No, his mind has wandered away with the song, memories allowing him some reverie by thinking back on that day. On you. A warm glow flashes through his eyes, a smile threatening to twitch at the corners of his lips as he pictures you, the love of his life, hand intertwined with his. He had sobbed against your lips that night, forehead pressed tightly against yours as he gazed at you with terrified eyes, drinking in every feature of your face as if he knew it would be the last time he would see it. If he was going to die, he wanted to make damn sure that the last thing that ever passed his mind was you. He could die happy then, knowing that he had been given one proper, good thing in his life, feeling safe in the memory that he had loved it well. That he would go knowing he would love you forever. You pretend not to feel him shake in your grasp as you dig your fingers into your shoulder, pulling him tighter against your chest and whispering sweet nothings into the dance hall, the thought of him leaving the next morning plaguing your every thought.

‘My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?’

He could barely get the words out that night, he had to mouth them against your lips and hope, his silly, foolish hope, that you would agree to marry a man who was being shipped of the next day. He just needed to go knowing that he was yours, thinking the last twenty five years you had spent joint at the hip would sway you towards the sentimental and you would agree to let him be yours, even if only for a day. It didn’t matter, he knew, as his lips trembled against your own, clenching his eyes shut to try and stop the tears spilling down as you nod your head vigorously. It didn’t matter how long you had in this life, he would be yours forever.

‘I love you, doll. I love you so much it hurts.’

‘Don’t you know I love you the same, Buck?’

He doesn’t feel you come up behind him, placing your hands on his back. Every muscle seems to be jumping out of his skin, skin flush and like a furnace to the touch, but you just wrap your arms around his waist and pull him against your back. Glancing round to see your Bucky’s face, his stubble tickles your cheek as you sigh. He’s still puffing out breath into the cold night’s air, eyes glossy and wet and by grief, filled with so much pain and love and fear that it breaks your heart.

‘I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.’

Then he remembers falling. Feeling weightless in the water, gazing up at the blanket of grey sky above him, at peace in the knowledge that you were here with him, your picture still tucked into his jacket and your face the only thing he saw when he looked up at the sky, at the stars. When he finally closed his eyes, and let himself drift away to you. Then he remembers the pain. The pain of remembering you while he was tied down to that chair, jaw clenched and lips threatening to spill his sobs as they punished him for remembering you, again and again and again and again, until the end, he buries you into a pocket of his mind he hopes Hydra can’t touch. He remembers the plea that used to fall from his lips as they hit him, the tremble in his fingers once he woke up and realised that he, that James, that the Winter Soldier was holding a gun against the head of someone he had never even seen before. Not in his lifetime. But he does what he’s meant to do, what he’s told to do, finger pulling the trigger as some thought twitches at the back of his mind, telling him to keep going. To always carry out his missions, saving the world, saving you.

He doesn’t feel your lips brush against his forehead as he begins to gasp now, almost fighting back against your touch. But you only reach out to steady him, grabbing his biceps as you swing yourself over the barrier to kneel down in front of him, fingers tight as he finally starts to settle himself again. You reach up slowly, careful not to startle him away from whatever pain is haunting him, and brush his hair away from his damp forehead. You don’t miss the way he subconsciously drops his head towards your touch, the almost inaudible sigh of relief that brushes against your nose.

He finally starts to remember himself, remember where he is, eyelashes fluttering open and closed quickly. He nearly bursts into tears right there and then when he spots you, wide eyed and obviously shivering from the cold in front of him.

‘Buck. Buck - James. It’s okay, we’re okay. You’re here with me, not back there. It’s alright.’

‘Sweetheart-’, he starts, squirming within himself as he scrambles closer to you. ‘A-are you real? You’re really here?’

‘Of course I am, Buck. I’m never leaving you. Never again.’

For a moment there’s a comfortable silence, a knowing moment of trust and understanding between the two of you, before you tug on his metal arm. He gives it to you willingly, the only person he’ll allow to touch the metal without feeling revolted with himself. You pull gently at his fingers, silently pleading for him to unfurl his fists. His breath shakes, knowing it was the same way you had brought him back to himself that day Helicarrier when he had been sent to kill you. The cruellest trick fate had ever played on him. He still cried about it in his dreams, eyes strained and throat hollow with screams as he strained against you, trying time and time again to stop his arms from hurting you. To stop himself from drowning just by the thought of you.

You- you were real. You were here, and then he found himself full on sobbing again. You shush him gently, jumping up to pull his hands away from his face, away from where he had shoved them into his eyes to try and stop himself. Yet he only grabs onto his shirt that you were wearing, fingers clenching and fists white as he pulls you down to straddle his thighs. He nestles his head into your neck, pulling you tight into his arms until he couldn’t be sure where he ended and where you began. As if there had really ever been a difference for him, anyway. You brush your hand through his hair, appreciating the little hum of delight he tried to give you as your fingers scrape the nape of his neck. He sniffles against your skin, but he’s alright. He knows that you would do anything for him. Your soulmate, your Bucky.

And Bucky knew, as he held you against him, that he would never let you go again. He knew that he couldn’t pretend he was alright anymore, that somehow and someway he would have to make amends for everything he has done - everything he has put you through. Yet some warm hope fizzled at the bottom of his heart as he felt your engagement ring bump against the goose bumps of his back, knowing he still owed you a wedding as well.

His hands are so soft, so gentle, so careful, as he grips onto your waist. His nose bumps against your forehead the same way it had that night, all those years ago, before you had lost him. His tears stain your shirt again, and although he knew he was different now, he also knew there was still some of James Buchanan Barnes left. He knew, because you had his heart, this whole time.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #tfatws #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #the winter soldier #fatws #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #Sebastian Stan

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luckyspot · 3 years

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Terry's heritage does not weaken him as a character and instead both strengthens him and adds to the Batman lore.

Alright, so...anyone who follows me (I know there's only like, ten of you but I love you all the same!) has probably seen that I have been on a bit of a Batman Beyond high as of late.

And I know almost none of you care about my writing, but I do have some ideas in the works.

But, in getting back into the swing of the show that may have actually introduced me to Batman as a cartoon hero in the first place, I am reminded of a very controversial decision regarding our dear beloved Terry and his heritage.

*SPOILERS, but let's be real; if you didn't know by now, you probably weren't interested in the first place.*

(This is gonna be a long one folks)

Terry is a result of gene manipulation done to his father by an organization that wanted to make sure another Batman would be able to take Bruce's place. Due to a lot of science that not only divides the fandom as to exactly what Terry is but also probably doesn't work the way the show claims; Bruce is, on a biological level, the father of Terry and his younger brother.

(Please don't go into the notes claiming "he's a clone" or “he's a copy", at the end of the day there really is no correct term for this)

So, if memory serves and the various posts and comments on the various youtube videos I find are to be taken as a sign of the public's opinion, people didn't like that revelation.

Before anyone gets upset, this isn't me belittling anyone over how they felt about this. I know that many people stated that they felt it ruined a sense of kinship with Terry, saying that it seemed you had to be associated with the great Bruce Wayne to be Batman and that you couldn't be normal. I get that, I really do and that was a downside of that revelation.

But, to everyone that says it weakens Terry as a character, I have to respectfully disagree.

"Terry's just some pawn." "He was supposed to be himself." "Nothing he does matters."

Guys...did we watch the same episode? Am I the only one who processed the last 10 minutes?

The whole argument against it is actually pretty funny, because everyone is getting angry and asking the same questions Terry did.

During the episode, when Terry confromts Amanda Waller, she tells him that up to a certain point, everything was engineered to specifics. He was watched, he was monitored, him and his family.

He was watched for the time that his life could be destroyed in the name of making a new Batman.

What to unpack first here!? There is literally so much said within that statement! Where to even start?

Well first let's focus on the surface:

Terry was intended to be a pawn, a pawn of a bunch of self-righteous manipulators who were willing to traumatize him "for the greater good."

This kind of thing is in no way new, but it shows so much. For one thing, even if Bruce grows older, the world and the people in it have not changed. People will still hurt others, who have done nothing to them. People will do anything if they think they can get away with it.

A single decision, while made for the sake of the city, destroyed a family. Yes, nobody died that night Terry and his parents left the movies. But what had been done still affected a family.

Terry's parents are divorced, most likely because Dad, seeing how his supposed children did not look like him, doubted his wife's faithfulness. Said divorce had an effect on Terry, who became a delinquent latchkey kid with a record. Had they been left alone, could Terry have had a healthier upbringing?

If Terry's parents had died that night, whose to say he would have become Batman?

Considering the city Gotham had become by then, it's more likely that Terry would've become a criminal. And even if he had decided to become a hero, what was he supposed to do? He doesn't have Bruce's wealth, opportunities or even assistance. He would've been just as likely to get himself killed trying to help people.

Granted, there's the possibility he would've been taken and forcefully trained, which leads to result that I'll touch on in a minute. But one must still acknowledge that everyone processes trauma differently, Terry could've felt determination or he could've felt rage or fear. Either way, what he would've become is anyone's guess.

All that stated, we must talk about Batman as a symbol. The Dark Knight, who prowls the streets of a cursed and forsaken city. Standing in the defense of the good people unfortunate enough to be trapped there.

Think about what Batman stands for.

Despite what some modern writers want to push on you (you know who they are...) BATMAN IS NOT A SYMBOL OF VENGENCE.

Bruce swore Justice on the name of his parents, not revenge. He does not want to get back at the criminal element, he wants to defend from it. He wants to make sure nobody else feels the pain, fear and anger that has plagued his life.

As Amanda stated when she realized she couldn't follow the plan, doing what they were going to to Terry would have spat in the face of what Bruce stood for.

They would have trampled his morals, in an attempt to immortalize him.

And as if that wasn't enough, turning Terry into a new Batman could have had a very sinister result. He would've been Batman sure, but he would be a Batman who fought for justice based on what others said it was. He would've been an attack dog, setting only on who was deemed a big enough threat.

That's not Batman. Justice doesn't discriminate, Justice doesn't cherry pick.

All this was happening behind the scenes, and Terry didn't find out about it for some 20 years.

Terry confronts Amanda, she reveals the project and Terry is left questioning everything he has known. He questions his will, his choices, his fate; he confronts a dying Bruce and lashes out.

He wonders just how many decisions have actually been his. Had everything been orchestrated to come to this? Is he just a copy, meant to emulate a relic of days long gone?

He realizes...No.

Terry understands that in spite of everything, he is his own person. Which is the reason Bruce, who knew the whole time, kept his silence. Terry is his own man who will make his own choices.

He is not Bruce and by extension, neither is Batman.

Terry decides he will not live as Bruce did. He will not push everyone away, he will not resign himself to a life unhappiness, he will not die alone.

Terry is going to live a happy life and just to prove it, the episode ends with Terry preparing to ask Dana to marry him.

That's a weak character?

A character who resolves to be different than his predecessor? Who stands firm in his desire to live a happy life, in the name of no one but himself?

The whole episode, without meaning to, gave meat and flesh to both Terry and Bruce's character. We see what Bruce did for the city and how it's been decided that a person like him must always protect Gotham. But instead, we have someone else who has chosen to be nothing like Bruce; and still defend the city just as well.

Some heroes are born, some are made; but they will almost always come from where you least expect. A billionaire playboy, a rebellious teenager; both can be heroes.

All of this aside, and we still haven't gotten to my favorite theme about this. (I can hear you groaning, we're almost done, promise)

When one takes into account various themes from various comics and occasionally movies and shows, a picture is formed. Amadeus Arkham, founder of Arkham Asylum, being stricken with visions of a giant, demon bat that haunted himself and his mother. Legends and myths detailing the exploits of a warrior baring the symbol of a bat.

It all sets up the idea of fate and destiny. That Bruce was always meant to be Batman, that everything was ordained by...something. (I’m not personally religious, but the concept appeals to me)

The understanding that the Wayne fortune comes from their assistance in Gotham’s founding; that the Waynes have a responsibility to the city.

Those obligations, that destiny, all of it runs in Bruce's blood and that very blood flows in Terry's veins.

Terry shouldn't have gotten the suit, his father shouldn't have died, he should've lead a normal life.

But fate didn't work that way.

Due to circumstances nobody planned for, a new Bat protects Gotham in the future.

One that laughs, taunts and lives a happy life; but is no less a hero.

*Again, this isn't intended to belittle anyone who disliked that concept. In retrospect, the whole reason they probably did it is people kept pointing out Terry shouldn’t look the way he does. Which, considering they did that so he would look similar to Bruce, is a pretty humorous start to this decision.*

#terry mcginnis #batman #batman beyond #bruce wayne #thomas wayne #martha wayne #dc comics #gotham city #neo gotham #character analysis #this ended up being way longer than planned #if you read the whole thing #thanks #and i'm sorry

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lokiskitten · 3 years

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Loki Laufeyson | Valentine’s Day pt2

Loki Laufeyson X fem!reader

people who wanted to be tagged : @wolfish-trickster @sheris532 @meeksmusic83 @thegirlthatsfalling @peachybaes

plot : ( refer to first part, but not necessarily needed ). After discovering about Loki’s intentions, you follow him up until his room and find the courage to knock on his door. You therefore get the chance to discover about a part of him you didn’t know existed.

warnings : crying, none graphic mention of self-harm, mention of blood.

Hearing that someone was knocking on his door, Loki’s eyes looked up from his hands, tears colliding with the fresh air as he looked towards the entrance of his bedroom. Red marks adorned his left cheeks due to his loss of temper, as Loki had scratched his own skin with the help of his nails. A little bit of blood exited the injury, though the demigod worried more about anyone seeing him cry than someone seeing him injured. Therefore, he took care of wiping his tears away before allowing you to come in with the help of two simple words.

Shyly, you pushed the door of his bedroom open before stepping in, eyes immediately landing onto Loki’s frame which was sat onto the bed. And even if you remained calm at first, your organism immediately tensed up as soon as you noticed the marks of red onto the pale man’s cheek. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” You questioned anxiously, rushing towards the bed and sitting down beside the injured boy before grabbing a small piece of your dress and bringing it up to his molested skin. Loki didn’t moved, and through shame and guilt allowed you to take care of his injury. The truth was he felt immobilized face to your beauty, and absolutely intimidated of course.

Your heart was dying for you to ask him about the letter, however you felt like slowly dipping the disturbed god into the heart of subject. Therefore, referring to the state he was in felt like the best option you had at the moment. “What happened? Did you do this to yourself?..” you questioned sadly, gently patting his cheek as you desperately tried to make eye contact whilst Loki ran away from it. Though, from what you were able to see, he was possessed by sorrow. Eventually, after a couple of seconds had passed, the demigod finally agreed to speak. “Yes.” He responded shamefully, the word barely escaping his lips as he Adam’s apple gobbled up and down.

A sigh escaped your nostrils as you rested your hands down onto your lap, both of you now sitting next to one another as silence was soon to take over the bedroom. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, suddenly remembering that his condition was in fact your fault. Or at least, you thought so. “I.. I took the initiative to pick up your note. But I didn’t read it.” You revealed, shaky hand handing Loki the folded piece of paper. His green orbs diverted towards the note, lips pressing together as he took ahold of the paper which in fact contained a poem.

“I didn’t want to read it until you decided to give it to me yourself.” You added respectfully with a small smile, hoping that this detail would help him feel a tad better. Unfortunately, Loki kept it folded against his lap, sigh escaping his lips in a rather exhausted manner. “It’s.. it’s a poem.” Loki informed, trying his best to keep his brother out of the conversation even though he was secretly dying to ask you about him. A gentle blush spread over your cheeks, feeling rather flattered to hear that he had bothered to take out of his time in order to write you such a beautiful thing that was a poem.

“A poem? Let me hear it. Your voice is beautiful.” You insisted energetically, sitting up a little better as your body twisted towards Loki’s. For the first time since you had walked in, the demigod allowed himself to make eye contact with you, green orbs penetrating into your innocent ones. He was now the one to blush, clearing his throat as he took ahold of the piece of paper and gently unfolded it. Meanwhile, your eager self desperately waited for Loki to finally read his own words out loud for your ears to enjoy.

“In this room filled with darkness,

I am desperately trying to find a source of light.

And whenever bad thoughts take over,

I think of you and it all feels right.”

Loki spoke, harmonious voice resonating in your ears like the sweetest melody. You felt touched by his poem, truly, especially as you could tell that it was something which seemed to matter lots to his sensitive self. Now, that was something you believed Thor would never be able to accomplish. “It’s.. beautiful.” You confirmed, locking eyes with Loki again as a smile finally showed onto his face. You were glad to see him grin.

Believing that this gesture deserved a reward, your body leant towards his before you decided to lay a kiss onto his bruised cheek, causing Loki’s smile to progressively fade away as his respiration slowed down. He seemed surprised, nearly shocked, to be the lucky receiver of such a delicate gesture. “Thank you.” You added, your own self blushing as it was the first time you ever made real physical contact with someone part of the opposite sex. Loki’s lips parted, tongue nervously moistening them up before he allowed his mouth to close again.

For Loki, it also turned out to be the first time he ever received a kiss from a woman other than his mother. Of course, his natural biological self craved for more, but the demigod’s manner tried their best to keep control of Loki’s being for now as he didn’t want to ruin it all. “Make me dance.” You suddenly cheered, standing up from the bed as Loki’s eyes widened. The poor boy unfortunately didn’t know how to dance. “Umh.. I.. I..” he stuttered, looking to every single spot of his room but your silhouette. An amused smirked appeared onto your lips as you moved towards Loki’s personal music player. “Don’t know how to dance? I’ll teach you.”

Once the music started playing, your body turned around and you quickly reached for Loki’s hand, pulling him up before bringing him in the middle of the room. He continued to seem as awkward as he originally was, holding his hands close to your body without touching your silhouette. “You place your hand here..” you explained, grabbing his wrist and positioning his left hand onto your waist. “And the other one, right here.” You finished happily, moving his other hand onto your shoulder. Loki gained a little more confidence as soon as you had showed him the way, and even managed to make proper eye contact with you. In fact, he seemed proud to have accomplished such a thing.

Music played as you led the young man around, both of you swinging delicately whilst standing close to each other. It didn’t take long for Loki to feel comfortable enough to lead the dance, now guiding both of your steps around the bedroom. You heart easily started to flutter, eyes starring straight into Loki’s green ones as he returned the gesture. And without you knowing it, the couple you formed became a real dyad within the aura of Asgard. Slowly, and as cautiously as possible, both of your faces started to near each other’s, ready to give on another an innocent kiss.

Unexpectedly, the disc which played on the record suddenly stopped, causing both of you to be pulled out of this amazing moment you were about to share. Nervously licking your lips, you move away from Loki with an awkward chuckle, making sure to stop the record as Loki nervously eyed your silhouette. “This was very nice.” You notified, insisting on breaking the awkward silence which had easily taken over the ambiance as soon as the music had stopped.

“You are wonderful.” The young man answered, joining his hands behind his back in a respectful manner. A blush spread over your face, smile forming onto your lips as you turned around to face him. However, you two were once again interrupted by the sound of someone knocking onto the door.

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supernovafeather · 3 years

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Sanctions (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Warnings : smut, explicit, p in v, unprotected sex, public sex, sex in front of a husband, unhappy marriage, language, adultery.

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Dishonor is not something your husband Raseid can tolerate. To him all the shame brought by this situation can only result in an exile. Better be far away from Arrakis rather than having to suffer from hurtful gazes.

You don't share his thoughts about it. You, you stand into the "deal with consequences otherwise you don't deserve anything" camp. He made a promise he couldn't hold to Leto Atreides. He is a coward. He could have put this planet in danger. To be honest... you hate that idiot that you got as a husband, hate having been forced to marry him. Not even good in bed. He could have learned after all those years but no. He didn't. You did your best to communicate with him about it. You did. But he laughed it off, his masculine "pride" refusing to see the obvious. After all if you never came it's not his fault, it's because your body just can't. Right ? And love ? Love never existed. You admired him at the very beginning when naivety was dominating your mind. After all he was an important man here, seeing the legendary Leto Atreides himself every week. What a waste of time.

"My Lord, I am ashamed this made everything so uncomfortable for you." You say respectfully as the duke stands there, his icy eyes turned to you as your husband remains kneeled before him. "I don't have access myself to the records and couldn't anticipate what would happen, but if I need to do anything to repair this fault..."

"This is not about you my Lady." He interrupts you with a slight nod, his politness getting stained by his annoyance towards your husband. "But about his incompetence - and even worse - his unwillingness to tell the truth. More importantly, he lied to my advisors and to me. He dared to lie while looking at me in the eyes. And I can't forgive that."

"I understand my Lord." You whisper as you step back and keep your head lowered, your heart pounding harshly as you try to contain yourself.

And in the middle of this civilized and respectful conversation you desperately try to save, a disgusting plea drowned under heavy tears and sniffings.

"P-please my L-lord please take m-my explan-nations in consideration..."

"I have taken them in consideration for years, and almost always ended up disappointed, Raseid." Growls the duke as he stares down at your husband who is now curled in something similar to a ball at his feet, his face pressed againt the floor. "Then I stopped being disappointed as I don't want this feeling to be a continuous part of my life. Do you know how painful it must be for your entourage to bear your presence ?"

It's bad coming from you but you want to laugh so badly now. Yet you don't, skillfully hiding your repressed laugh by bowing your head and biting the inside of your cheeks. Finally someone other than you tells him the truth. You would feel bad if Raseid was a better man, not necessarily loving but at least not cocky and malevolent towards the people around him. Your main problem today is more what would happen to you afterwards.

"M-M-My Lord," says the trembling form at the duke's feet, "I..."

Your leader ignores him, walking past him to stop right before you. This makes you straighten your stance.

"Your dumbass of a husband could have ruined all of us all due to his idiocy."

"I know it more than well my Lord." You whisper as you lower your gaze down to his chest. "This is not the first time and I am sorry."

"Raseid, how do you explain that your wife - that you despise so much - is so much more clever and respectful than you ? I thought you claimed that women don't deserve our respect ?" He says mockingly as he turns around as your husband raises his head up to him.

The silence is so tense that the larvae on the ground turns back into his pathetic state as you dare to walk away from the duke to face yhe idiot, rage boiling your veins. Leto Atreides doesn't stop you, certainly enjoying the battlefield incoming.

"What have you dared to tell about me, my beloved and wonderful husband," you ask with a disdain so clear he sighs.

This time he looks at you directly, still kneeled and snot covering the bottom of his disgusting face.

"Only the truth. You get driven by your emotions. You follow your guts when you shouldn't. Everyone knows about how loud you squeal in bed when I honor our fucking stupid wedding that shouldn't have happened. After all you are like all the whores of this planet : you spread your thighs for your husband who at least works hard and needs his release."

"Needs his release ? Needs it ? Does a dumb little piece of shit need some release when his favorite hobby is to get drunk with some mercenaries ? Does something as insignificant as you make me come in bed ? No, it doesn't. Trust me I would know it by now if you could do anything with your cock, certainly to busy rubbing it when you were a teenager rather than listening to your military and logistics classes ! I deserve your respect for not treating you like the piece of shit you are."

This rebellion has him standing up roughly, his face distorted with rage turning into disbelief as you rub his face forcefully as you wipe his repulsing face with a tissue, like a mother would do to a misbehaving child.

"And you said you were the one making sure your wedding was still loving." Scoffs the duke behind you as your husband looks away from you when you throw the soiled tissue away. "I knew you were a liar, but not even being able to honor your wife nor to even respect her... that's quite something. You have a clever, responsible and beautiful lady doing her best to look at you in the eyes, accepts to share your bed, and you can't take care of her. Is this any sort of physical disability to this point ?"

Normally you don't really appreciate this obsession of men about their sexual performance, but having the duke himself humiliating your husband like this... it is too good to be ignored. It sounds so great, like in a dream waiting desperately to come to reality.

"I appreciate your compliments my Lord," you say as you keep staring at your mute husband, "and I can tell you this must be something like this."

You walk away, arms crossed as you turn your back to the two men, your jaws clenched as you try to keep some control over your nerves. What an idiot who wasted so many years of your life. Raseid finally forms a few words, even though stuttering.

"Please let-let me go free m-my Lord."

"This won't be the case," sighs the duke out of annoyance, "so stop begging like a child. You know what your incompetence literally cost to us. Your wife was there to alert me, fortunately. Be thankful to have her by your side."

"If she is so great why don't you make this bitch scream your name my Lord ?" He asks with a hysterical laugh as you tense up in pure humiliation, your cheeks burning under your inner rage. "Instead of complimenting such an ungrateful whore on abilities she is not supposed to have, please do ! Please fuck her like she should be ! Please show us how good you would be if you were her husband !"

Never before - absolutely never - you raised your hand on your husband. Never any slap, even coming from him. But this time it's stronger than you, the noise echoing in the room.

"HOW DARE YOU TO SAY THINGS LIKE THOSE ONES ? WOULD HAVE YOU TOLERATED IT IF SOMEONE SAID THE SAME THINGS ABOUT YOUR MOTHER ? I SPENT SO MANY USELESS YEARS BY YOUR SIDE, AND YOU THANK ME BY SAYING THAT ? I knew you were desperate to hear a pleasured woman for once in your life but you're going too far "

"And why not ?"

You blink at the voice behind you whereas your flabbergasted husband is already looking at the duke. It takes you a few seconds to turn around, your anger vanished as he raises an eyebrow to you. His expression is serious. Deadly serious except for this almost sadistic grin targetting your husband. You feel your own eyes softening at your duke, curiosity and an adrenaline shot making you speak up.

"My Lord... you must have something else to do rather than..."

"My main problem now is to make this idiot understand that he is nothing. From bed to high responsibilities. I am myself appalled this flamboyant asshole can't even make you have some good time."

"He really can't succeed at anything I can assure you." You say as you let him eyeing you up and down, his long eyelashes surprisingly noticible now that you think about it.

Raseid stutters a few times, rubbing his eyes with his palms before muttering some words you can't understand. Not that you focus much on them.

"My Lord," pleads the larvae, "I got a bit too annoyed I am sorry and..."

Your grin widens as his words only make the duke getting closer to you, his forehead even resting against yours without the slightest hesitation, taking your breath away by doing so. Never such proximity happened before, and certainly not in such an intimate way. Your heart is pounding louder, quicker, and your viper side accepts this possible fate. An intercourse with Leto Atreides ? To punish your husband ? Who are you to refuse it ? Especially as he has always showed respect to you no matter what.

"Look at this lady here Raseid." Says the duke as he rises your head by placing a finger under your chin, his head tilted to the side. "Even after a marriage of something like four years I am pretty sure you don't even look at her adequately." Then he rubs your cheek with his thumb, your eyes connecting with his bright ones, a seductive grin appearing on his face as he keeps talking to the other man. "This is how you should treat her."

A gentle kiss is something so foreign to you that you barely react at his, also taken out of guard due to his beard thiccer than Raseid's. Not that you are used to his kisses anyway. Your hands find their way on his chest, but you just hesitate with your lips for a few seconds. Then, all your moral education combusts as you start to answer back, owning a satisfied sigh from him.

This is supposed to be a punishment to your husband. The ultimate humiliation that would lead him to quit Arrakis for good. Technically your are the duke's tool now. But you still try to lead this exchange, your hunger for a satisfying intercourse burning your guts and veins as you deepen the kiss. A quick pause, a heated gaze later then you are back at kissing him passionately, preaaing against him as you hold his head between your hands. His are roaming over your back, and you smile against his lips as he dinally dares to touch your buttocks through your outfit.

"My Lord..." pleads your husband.

This only gets him silenced by a warning glare from the duke. You chuckle as you kiss the bearded cheek several times, gently and earning his hand back onto your buttocks. You feel empowered like never. Safe enough to try to moderate just a bit the punishment for your husband. Yet safe enough too to show Raseid he definitely doesn't own you.

"Raseid," mutters the duke, "don't interrupt your wife please, can't you see she is busy ?"

Like to prove his point you kiss him again, your hand soon rubbing his crotch shamelessly. And how interesting it is down there. Seeing his behavior he would certainly have no shame in showing everything to Raseid. And you know your husband will definitely feel bad. He doesn't like it when others have more interesting assets than him.

"My Lord you are controlling her." He says ragingly as you watch him looking away. "She is not conscious of her actions. She is scared of you."

You scoff before running your figers through the duke's beard, your eyes captivated by all the details of his face they can get by being exceptionally this close to him. You already noticed he was a handsome man but now your whole body is as hot as lava, wanting more right now.

"Not scared. Only greedy for once."

This answer receives an appreciative hum from Leto Atreides and before you can add anything your throat and neck get covered by hickies as you embrace him tightly, glaring at your fulminating husband from above his shoulder.

Feeling desired is good after all those years. It never felt sentimentally reciprocated every time Raseid would want to get rough. But with this man ? It's different. Not only the respect he had showed you during so many years, or your own desire of revenge against Raseid, not even because your duke is objectively a man attracting you. It's just... natural. Even his own gestures feel automatic. It's intimate even though he roll your dress up to your belly to have access to what is underneath. His kisses are atill passionate, like the ones of a lover recently back from a desperate battle. And you welcome this lover, your eyes closing as you enjoy the first times his hips grind between your open legs. You are getting accustomed to the sensation of your duke's shaft moving inside you, and also at this glint as he taunts your husband over and over.

"What a shame I have to make sure this lady gets what she deserves." He mutters before kissing you as he thrusts several times slowly yet deep inside you against the table. "Look at this wonder."

Your flattered chuckle covers your husband's defeated answer, and you kiss the bridge of the duke's nose softly to thank him.

"My Lord," you coo as he starts to pound a bit harder, "you feel so much better than he does."

"Don't understand how he can ignore you little one." He answers breathlessly before changing the angle just the slightest, having you muffling a moan. "Oh right there my sweet... see Raseid ?"

Your husband barely mutters an answer that Leto Atreides pounds harder into you, his fingers holding the back of your head tightly to keep you close to him as you muffle some begging moans against his chest. You forgot how good it feels to have a competent man taking care of you. Soon you don't even hide your noises anymore, moaning with your eyes closed.

"My Lord... my Lord I love it... more please..."

He goves you more, having you know laying down the rable as he keeps pounding, his hand on your throat withoutpressing it. Your dress reveals your body up to your belly, but this doesn't stop his free hand from grasping your breasts anytime he can. Eventually, fhe delightful combust takes over your whole body, and the world turns into a blurred mess for a while.

You are starting to come down when you feel something warm spreading onto your thigh, and you look up to see the satisfying amount of seed. As the duke is rubbing his shaft, he is looking at your husband, his desire of humiliation still present.

"Yes Raseid. I just made her scream my name. Wasn't it literally what you asked me to do ? Also, don't take it personally if I cum on her leg. What a shame it would be to give her a child that would have you as a father. Now get out of here. You'll take the next ship to leave Arrakis. Our soldiers already had the info before this little trial of ours."

He puts his clothes back on quickly as you can barely sit on the table, your dress still a mess. Well. This was excellent. Exquisite and any other word that would describe it so well. Your husband doesn't waste his time and is out before you can even frown. What about you, you think as you get a new embrace from the duke, his lips finding your throat.

"A wonder I said," he purrs, "you were so good. You should have seen jealousy burning in his eyes."

"And you are not going to exhile me ?"

He ahakes his head gently, a tired smile on his lips as he looks down at you.

"Free to go. I guess you can consider your marriage as over. Stay on Arrakis if you want, after all you are the one who told me about Raseid's actions and you didn't know anything before. There won't be any sanction against you. But if you want to leave... leave. You are free as I said. I only hope you enjoyed this moment."

"More than enjoyed my Lord."

Getting a smile from him you push your luck further by kissing him before standing up. Your dress is long enough to hide the seed rolling down slowly from your thigh and you can barely believe what happened. If you are quick enough you'll reach your quarters before it reaches your shoes.

"Thank you for everything my Lord," you say with such a genuine relief that he caresses your cheek, "don't hesitate to come back one day."

This leaves him speechless as you walk away, his hand mid-air and a tempted smile on his lips as the doors close behind you.

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elf-bot · 3 years

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not an issue - eunhyuk

genre: fluff

wc: 462

request: hi lovely! please can write something about eunhyuk dating a girl twelve years youngers? something in the early stages of the relationship. thank you:) have a great day!

You waited for Eunhyuk on the first floor of the building as you had a date together that night. You were a little nervous, playing with your fingers and touching your hair to be sure you looked good.

When he arrived you expected to see him alone and instead he came with some of his members. Apparently they finished work at the same time, you vaguely remembered they were preparing a new show. Eunhyuk approached you with a hug.

“Sorry if I made you wait a little,” he said with a smile.

“It’s fine, I just got here,” you reassured with a nervous chuckle. “And they are...?”

Eunhyuk grabbed your hand to introduce you to his members.

“Oh, the’'re Leeteuk and Kyuhyun. Everyone, this is Y/n, we’re dating,” Eunhyuk said proudly.

“It's nice to finally meet you” Leeteuk bowed respectfully.

“He never stops talking about you, he always have something to say about you,” Kyuhyun joked. “How much time did you say you have together?”

“Hey, stop!”

Eunhyuk blushed tremendously. You turned your gaze to your feet.

“I hope he says only good things.”

“He does, really. Don't pay attention to this little devil,” Leeteuk reassured to make you comfortable.

“Thank you, hyung,” Eunhyuk whispered. “I think we need to go now...”

“Yeah. Me too,” you agreed.

They said goodbye and you walked to his car to get to your destination.

“So, how it’s everything going?” you asked.

“Good, we’re recording something new. I told you that, right?”

“You did,” you smiled. “I’m happy about it, but you don’t tell me any details!”

Eunhyuk took your hand, keeping the other on the wheel of the car.

“It’s a surprise. And I can’t say it... yet.”

“Then tell me why you took your friends to meet me today,” you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Well we just finished at the same time.”

“It felt like meeting your parents... For a moment.”

Eunhyuk stared for a moment with wide eyes.

“Why is that?”

“I bet they care a lot about who you’re dating,” you smirked. “And I might know they are curious so...”

Your boyfriend chuckled.

“So?”

“I am younger than you, and people talk,” you sighed.

“That’s not an issue,” he took your hand again placing it on your knee as you arched your brow. “I really mean it. This is about us, not other people and I’m happy with you.”

Your cheeks heated up a little. Your heart fluttering at his words and you leaned to kiss his cheek leaving some lipstick on his blushed skin.

“I am also very happy with you, even if we just started a couple of months ago” you smiled. “So next time if your members come with you just send a text so I can be ready.”

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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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.

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“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.”

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“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.

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“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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trustsalvatorewriting · 4 years

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hold tight || tamaki suoh - chapter one

Summary: In which a politician’s daughter begrudgingly transfers to Ouran Academy

Word Count: 2,036

Preface | Chapter One

chapter one : out of element ❝ i feel very small. i don't understand. i have so much courage, fire, energy, for so many things. and yet, i get so hurt, so wounded by small things ❞

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"Perhaps I should have warned you about the uniform."

A light chuckle left Kyoya's lips when he was met with Kana's frightening glare. Her usually slender figure was covered up by a pastel yellow school uniform. She grunted and pulled at the puffy sleeves, muttering, "I have been dressed by Versace himself, and you stuff me into this monstrous uniform. I look like a pastry."

Kyoya rolled his eyes, ignoring the death glare she had sent his way. There were times when it felt as though being in her presence was no different from being in the presence of a very angry goddess. The goddess of death, perhaps. Her porcelain skin and obsidian features would surely fit the bill. But then, his nickname at Ouran Academy had been "The Shadow King." Surely commoners such as Haruhi Fujioka viewed him the same way he saw Kana Kadenokiji.

"You have far more important matters to attend to than your outfits. The drive to the school will be about thirty minutes. I can walk to you to class when we arrive."

The girl only hummed, turning her head and pressing her head against the window. She and Ootori were only a few days apart, birthday wise, so it was no surprise they'd ended up in the same class. She knew she would have an adjustment period. There was a vast difference between having to see Ootori every week and seeing him everyday.

It would be a welcome distraction, though. It would be refreshing to see a life outside the walls of her bedroom. She swallowed the lump in her throat, fingers gripping her yellow skirt. "Are there any updates?"

Kana watched a look of remorse cross Ootori's face, and she wished she'd never asked. "None."

"I asked you for this one thing--"

"Your brother is a fifteen-year-old boy who ran into the woods in broad daylight. He couldn't have gotten far, so please, let my family handle this," He responded.

She motioned for the driver to shut the partition, turning her attention back to her dress. It had taken a full week for her to completely transfer her files to Ouran. When she'd arrived, she was presented with a tour of the pink European-esque architecture. It was beautiful, to say the least. She was sure the only thing she would have to worry about was getting lost.

Her eyes landed on the diamond encrusted ring around her finger, and she remembered the club activities Ootori involved himself in. He'd mentioned it briefly, as though he were asking her rather than telling her. Truthfully, she couldn't have cared less; but she supposed she would have to, now that she was attending the same school as he. She wondered if he'd ever spoken of it to his colleagues.

"You don't have to take it off if you aren't comfortable with it," Kyoya explained, as though reading her mind. "No one at the school is aware of our engagement except those who put effort into researching each of the students. It's public record, so there isn't any point in hiding it. And most of my work at the Host Club consists of finances and advertising, so there's no problem there."

"I thought you were supposed to be the Cool Type."

"You don't think so?"

A sigh left her mouth. "I am going to be your wife, Ootori. I think whatever you want me to think."

Equals. It had been an unspoken agreement between the two that they would treat each other as equals, and nothing less. They were each brilliant in their own way, they would each have their own roles to fulfill within the business. Still, that never stopped the uneasy feeling that rested in Kana's stomach. The feeling that one day, Ootori would surpass her in her own game, and she would become Ootori Kana: wife of the CEO of Kadenokiji Industries. Nothing less, and unfortunately, nothing more.

Thirty minutes passed in complete silence. Ootori was writing in his little black book, and Kana spent the remainder of the travel staring out the window. Every so often, she would catch a glimpse of Jun, hiding in plain sight; but she would blink, and the image would be distorted. It would be a boy with skin that too tall to have been Jun, or perhaps too skinny, or perhaps too happy.

Kyoya had requested that they be dropped off at the back of the school, stating that it was a much easier route to the classroom they would need to get to. Kana glanced down at her schedule and sighed. These classes couldn't have been much harder than the ones she'd been given at home.

"These classes are going to be much harder than the ones you've been given at home," Kyoya stated, opening the door on his side of the car and reaching for his bag. "You're going to need some time to adjust, but I assure you, you'll be alright."

She narrowed her eyes at the Shadow King. He hadn't mentioned anything about rigorous schoolwork -- come to think of it, he hadn't mentioned anything about schoolwork. Most of his arguments consisted of Japanese education and distractions. Not five minutes and she already found herself missing her Parisian tutor, Emilie. She'd had an odd name and her Japanese hadn't been perfect, but she might have preferred the familiarity to whatever nonsense awaited her.

Emilie had taught her English, French, and Latin. She'd been the kindest of Kana's three tutors, and even when she'd been harsh, it had been hard to stay angry at her. The girl was of Indian descent and had stood at 5'2" with sweet brown eyes and a warm smile. Snapping at her had made Kana felt as though she'd kicked a small kitten.

Jinwoo had taught her maths and sciences -- and by default, Korean, as he refused to speak in Japanese. This had been something Kana forced herself to becoming accustomed to, assuming that he hadn't known how to speak Japanese or English. She learned three years later that the old man was fluent in Japanese, English, Mandarin, and Swiss.

Rosita had been her music teacher -- or musical warlord. She'd used extreme methods in her efforts to teach Kana the violin. The lessons stopped when she turned fifteen and her father noticed light bruising on her left hand. They never spoke of it.

If the classes at Ouran Academy were more extreme than the ones she'd taken at home, she swore to herself she would call her driver to bring her home within the first hour.

Kyoya had gone out of his way to lead Kana to her classroom, speaking to her despite the cold aura she seemed to radiate. He spoke of the founders of Ouran Academy, the subjects, he'd even gone out of his way to mention the Host Club. He was well aware she had no interest in learning any of this, but he would take comfort in knowing she was well-informed.

"The teacher was previously a professor in Tokyo. I can give you a copy of his file so you're aware of his credentials."

"No, thank you." Kana stopped at the door of the classroom and took a breath. As she stepped into the busy classroom, it occurred to her why her father had invested so much money into home-schooling her and her brother. The teenagers in front of her were no better than heathens.

She wondered how many of them would know who she was. Whether or not they would approach her, and she rehearsed the cutting lines she would respond with in her head. Kana made her way through the classroom, taking a seat three rows from the back -- one seat away from Ootori. Her eyes shifted to the black-haired boy, who stood at the doorway speaking to an eccentric blond male. The corner of her lip switch as she watched Ootori deadpan at the boy's eccentric movements.

'That must be Suoh, then,' She thought to herself. Ootori would mention him every now and then -- mostly to vent about what an idiot he was. Still, Ootori seemed to treasure their friendship, and she wondered if he was as interesting as Ootori had described him. 'The Host Club's king,' she recalled.

The group of students fell into silence as the professor entered, and everyone scattered to their seats. Suoh took the seat behind Kana, and it occurred to her that she should have checked the surrounding seats before choosing.

Despite Ootori's warnings, the professor was rather liberal in his teachings. He was kind, extending a hand to Kana as he asked her to introduce herself. When she respectfully declined, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she was met with Suoh's strange violet irises.

"Hello, Princess. My name is Tamaki Suoh. It's a pleasure to have you here." He took a hold of Kana's hand, placing a kiss to her knuckles. "I assume you've heard of me?"

"Tamaki, please take your hands off Miss Kadenokiji," Ootori sighed, already exasperated at his antics.

Kana glanced at him, amused that he hadn't been able to last ten minutes at Ouran Academy without breaking his façade. He'd always been so composed during their meetings. Was it Suoh that was able to bring it out of him? If so, how far would she be able to push him?

"It's nice to meet you," Kana replied to Suoh, slipping her hand out of his grasp. When the smile fell from his face, she added, "Ootori has mentioned you quite a bit."

Ootori glared at her through his glasses, and Suoh threw himself at him, yelling praises about how much he loved him and how he always knew they were meant to be friends. Mischief danced in Kana's dark eyes as she turned her attention back to the professor. She had always known how to play her cards correctly. It was no wonder why her father had chosen her to be his heir.

"Mommy dear, I always knew you cared for me! Why, it's no wonder, after all. My blond hair and light features compliment yours, perfectly! You are the moon to my sun. I am the stars in your sky. We are perfect for each other!"

Kyoya cleared his throat. "Tamaki, shouldn't you be focusing on making Miss Kadenokiji more comfortable? It is her first day at Ouran Academy."

"Ah, yes. So, tell me!" The extravagant French boy turned his attention to the girl, leaning so far over his desk that, if the laws of physics had applied, he would have fallen. "Why did such a beautiful girl like yourself transfer to Ouran Academy?"

"Because I wanted to," Kana responded simply, doing her best to focus on the lesson.

"You know, I've heard about you and your family."

Kana stiffened, her grasp tightening on the fountain pen between her fingers. Surely he wouldn't bring up her brother's disappearance in such a public place. Information such as that could be used for blackmail. There was no use if he was going to announce it in the middle of a classroom, and why wasn't the professor interfering? Surely this has to be against school policy. No one else is talking. Was this a daily issue? Had they gotten so used to it that they didn't bother cutting him off?

"All of you are just so beautiful. Tell me, do you get your beauty from your mother or your father?" Suoh flirted, while Ootori simply copied down his notes. "I'm sorry, I can't help but ask. I've never seen a beauty quite like yours, Princess Kana."

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, ignoring the ink puddles that were now staining her paper. Perhaps attending a school in which everyone knew who she was, wasn't her best distraction after all.

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lastsonlost · 4 years

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This is what it looks like when you can't see past your own bias.

Aka: what happens when your lived experience is inconvenient to the narrative.

By Andrea Thompson

Watching the movie “Brian Banks” is...awkward. To some extent, it's a classic sports underdog movie, but the struggles Brian Banks had to overcome are anything but conventional. As the movie continually points out, he's exceptional. And he is, in more ways that this movie is aware of.

Based on a true story, which the movie is quick to point out with dramatic music (uh oh), the title character, played by Aldis Hodge, muses on his great love for football, which he was on track to play professionally until he was stopped in his tracks at 16 years old. It's how he was stopped that would make anyone pause; Banks was falsely accused of rape by a classmate.

After some bad legal advice leads to jail time and some years struggling to navigate the conditions of his parole (and having to register as a sex offender), Banks struggles to simply find a job while simultaneously fighting to clear his name and reclaim his life. He also repeatedly writes the Innocence Project and asks them to take his case. Refusing to give up even after they reject him, Banks goes to meet with the lawyers on the project in person, first convincing them to give him advice, then take him on, and finally, actively fight for him.

It's impossible not to get invested in just how much Banks had to overcome, from his poverty-stricken childhood and the various legal road blocks that threaten to end his fight before it even begins. Banks wasn't imprisoned, so he was not a priority for the Innocence Project, and since he took a plea rather than going to trial, he needs completely new evidence rather than simply using what was already discovered. He also has to stay sane in jail, especially when he's put in solitary. Banks even took the initiative and managed to record his accuser recanting her confession.

Except. Except. Well, there was going to be misgivings about this film being released during the #MeToo Era, wasn't there? That the film would fully embrace Brian's perspective and his struggles is natural, even admirable. However, this type of story demands more, and what the movie doesn't say is far more noteworthy than what it does. It doesn't mention that the percentage of false rape accusations are not only incredibly low, the conviction rate for them is even lower. It limits its empathy for what many women have gone through to one scene, where Banks's love interest Karina (Melanie Liburd) reveals she was raped in college, and how devastating the aftermath was for her.

Even if there's little to no doubt of Brian's innocence, it's hard not to wince as his accuser is subjected to the kinds of questions which are used to discredit actual victims, as the men questioning her ask just what she expected to happen when she went off alone with Brian, why she didn't shout, etc. It also doesn't help that Brian and the people assisting him are all easily identifiable as various levels of middle class while his accuser and his family are...not so much, let's just say.

Yes, Brian Banks suffered a terrible injustice, and he proved himself to be exceptional not just for his athletic prowess, but the strength of character it took to fight for the truth over a period of years. The performances are also incredible, and help to elevate this movie above the simplistic melodrama it would otherwise be, although it also depicts faith and how it can be a bedrock for those in pain more respectfully than most mainstream films are typically capable of. It's all in service of someone who deserves to be vindicated, but it shouldn't have to come at the expense of so many other victims.

Rating: C-

Fortunately I wasn't the only one who took issue with this "review".

Cassandra3

This is a disgusting review of a great film. I can not believe that I read what I just read. And also why did you put "(duh duh)" after saying it was a true story. You give Feminism a bad name and I am embarrassed to even have someone like you even pretend to fight for women's rights. SMH

Andree4

This is a wretched review, that quite possibly reveals deep-seated implicit biases, on your part. You didn't review the movie, you made a political statement, rooted in radical feminist, and male-hating rhetoric. This man, along with other men of similar misfortunes, is the victim-not the woman who accused him. He is a human being, that has every right to have his story told, unmolested by contrived issues that would shift the focus off of him, onto a non-victim. And so what if his economic status is above his false accusers status: does it then justify her lies against this man, that resulted in his imprisonment? Nice attempt at a fake out, but I'm sorry-you miserably failed. At the core it appears as if you feel more sorry for false accusers of men, than the men who are falsely accused by these liars. It appears that way, in light of you inserting that jab. This pitiful analysis betrays your binary agenda: all women are truthful and good, in spite of potential liars and deceivers amongst them, whereas all men are just BAD-because they're men. And God help the men if they are assertive, confident and forthright, for then they'll be accused of having TOXIC MASCULINITY, whereas a woman with those same qualities will be labeled a BOSS. Look at the woman in the mirror...

Crystal4

This is a horrible review of the movie. It doesn’t even review the movie. It more about your perspective in the Brian Banks case. I have never seen so much bias. You make it sound like the movie forces you to see Brian Banks as a victim. When in all reality he IS the victim. He was accused of raping his girlfriend and it was completely false. It was prisoned and register as a sex offender. His whole life changed on a lie from a girl who’s family wanted money. What other victims did it come at the cost of ? He just telling his story. SHOULD HE LIE OR WATER IT DOWN, BECAUSE IT HURTS YOUR SENSITIVE IDEALS ? Should he not get justice? Please explain to me what you are trying to say.

Jesse4

Even in the face of a story that proves there are two sides to this extremely challenging issue, you demonstrate that you have no regard for men who can see their lives completely destroyed when false allegations happen. This review is equivalent to me watching The Accused then writing about how it was important to shine a light on violent gang rape, but not if the movie didn’t properly explore situations where men were jailed over false allegations. I also love how you threw in the problem with WHITE MEN when the movie is about a BLACK WOMAN FALSELY ACCUSING A BLACK MAN OF RAPE. Your ideology clouds your vision to where the hierarchy of victimhood drives all understanding of right/wrong and how any narrative should be interpreted. It’s transparent to 90% of us, but your kind lives in an echo chamber. You aren’t more educated...you’re more indoctrinated and I’m looking forward to the cultural shift that sees your viewpoints thrown in the dustpan of history.

Gordon Shumway4

At no point in this cinematic review did you review the movie on its story-telling, 'watchability', acting, or general movie presentation. You took your biased, personal opinion about the story, and decided that it does not fit your false narrative that the female is always the victim.

#brian banks #the Brian Banks movie

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style-beat-webzine · 3 years

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Who likes to rock and roll?

I do, I do, I dooohooo (if you know you know)

So, you’re probably wondering why the rock and roll in all my socials, huh? We get it, Michelle likes to rock and roll, but why? Well here’s the story you little rockers, enjoy the whirlwind, it’s not really a whirlwind but that word felt right, haha

“It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled” - Led Zeppelin

And it really has been a long time since I rock and rolled, I mean I’m obviously referring to the pandemic, but also the fact that I haven’t photographed a concert in 6 years. I used to photograph bands with photo passes in the photo pit at concerts. Some of those passes have been for some of my favorite bands; The Maine, The 1975 and All Time Low (at the time, not huge ATL fan anymore) just to name a few bands. I stopped because I got too into my head that my photographs weren’t as visually pleasing as the other photographers in the pit with their big fancy lenses and expensive cameras. Obviously in retrospect, I’m an idiot to think that, but that’s how I felt at that moment in my life, so I stopped.

Here’s a picture I took of the band, The 1975. I think this was the last show I actually photographed with a press pass and haven’t photographed a concert since. That was back in December of 2015!! This particular show was at the Riviera Theater in Chicago, IL

While I was taking classes at my community college I took every single photography course they had to offer ranging from film to digital. I started out in film photography in high school then progressed to digital while I was at college, I became a fan of how cost effective digital photography was opposed to film photography that’s why I made the big switch, other than that I loved being in the darkroom developing images with chemicals and water washes. The professors at my college would leave out art magazines for us to read while our film developed, or if you had some down time waiting for your prints or film to dry. I found out about a music photography book in one of those magazines, the book was about the photographers who photographed rock and roll musicians. It’s called Who Shot Rock and Roll?, how perfect is that title!? I put it on my xmas wish list that year and got it!! I read that book the moment I got it and didn’t stop until I was finished, well I’m exaggerating because it’s pretty hefty in size, haha it was a really fun read, highly recommend if you’re interested in that sort of thing. I’ll link it HERE

After I read that whole book, one of my life’s missions was to get a photo pass and photograph a band in the photo pit, and I did just that. Did you know that it was The goddamn Rolling Stones that made the 3 song rule?! If you’re not familiar with the 3 song rule, it’s a rule that the photographers in the photo pit only have the first 3 songs to photograph the band before they have to get out of the pit. Bullshit right, but ok Stones, I see you and fuck you Sirs, respectfully. Sometimes you don’t even get the full 3 songs, when I was photographing the band Circa Survive we got kicked out of the photo pit a song and a half in, (Anthony Green kept jumping into the crowd). The bouncers told us we had to leave after the song we were currently photographing was over which was song number 2, but it still puts a damper on your spirit to hear you won’t get another song to photograph the band. Then there’s this feeling of added pressure to make sure you get the winning shot, or else the whole photo pass is a waste. I’m being dramatic, but you get my point.

Thankfully I did get that winning shot!! Here is Anthony Green performing with Circa Survive at the Vic Theatre in Chicago, IL in October of 2012

Honestly the adrenaline rush you get from photographing bands from the photo pit feels like a drug, and I became addicted. Any concert I was going to I tried to get a photo pass for it, most of the time I was successful luckily for me!!

Here’s a fun little side story about one of my favorite bands, The Maine. I got to photograph them quite a bit, and one of those times I was leaving my house to drive into Chicago to photograph them at one of their concerts, my Dad called me a groupie because I’ve seen them so many times and he recognized their name. I laughed so hard and said “I don’t sleep with the band, Dad!! I’m just going to take pictures of them, who do you think I am?” haha like wtf, Dad!? So then I had to teach him what a groupie was :)

Anyway, I’ve always felt that my spirit was a rock and roll one from an early age, I’ve always stayed true to myself and always felt like I rebelled against societal norms, because I saw the hypocrisy in a lot of those “norms.” But it was mainly because you know, certain situations throughout your childhood that made you feel like an outsider and all that jazz. Moving on from that tangent, one of my favorite things about Rock & Roll is that it’s origins stem from Black Culture. Don’t quote me, but I believe it was a mixture of jazz with rhythm and blues that were the foundation of what became the Rock & Roll genre. My dad was the first one who taught me that Little Richard and Chuck Barry were the true rock and rollers, and not all those classic 70s rock bands you hear so much about, (hint, hint: please refer to those groovy hair flips in the beginning of this post). I honestly didn’t believe him until I took a course in college called Mass Communication for my journalism degree. There was a chapter dedicated to how segregated the radio was and how white artists would cover the black artist songs. And you guessed it the black artist wouldn’t get any recognition for their actual work!! Prime example, when you hear the song “Hound Dog” who do you think of? Probably, Elvis right, or maybe Little Richard? White America hid shit from us yet again didn’t they, because the first person to record the song was a black woman named Big Mama Thornton who was a rhythm-and-blues singer. Where’s her page in the United States music history books? I mean I didn’t find out about her until this year (2021).

One day I was letting my mind wander and I thought who was the first person to record the song Hound Dog? I thought it was Little Richard, because I had a sneaky suspicion that Elvis certainly wasn’t the first. So I researched it and found Big Mama Thornton, and her voice is so powerful. HERE is a youtube video of her singing Hound Dog, and a mega plus, she’s plus size too, ahhhh she’s perfect!! I’m going to have to do some more digging on her and her musical career :)

Here she is, Big Mama Thornton!! I’d love to see what that dress looked like in person.

That’s basically how I’ve come to name all my socials with Michelle Likes to Rock and Roll, because I do, I like rocking and rolling through life. I always want to keep searching for new things that I find interesting and to discover new music and trends.

Enjoy your moment and thank you for the read!!

Sincerely,

Michelle

PS I found this video on youtube of Jimi Hendrix singing Hound Dog you can find it HERE

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