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#but Sonny is willing to go as fast or as slow as she needs because he loves her that much
cycat4077 · 3 years
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My Sonnyshine is finally smiling, truly smiling and happy and that's all I've ever wanted for him 🥺😭
#please feel free to discuss the ep with me in the comments#i have a lot of feels and 99% of them are because I am happy when the characters/people I love are happy#so the fact that Rollins is finally opening up to him and wanting to be with him makes me ecstatic#have you seen that genuine smile?#he's in love#he may flirt and drop suggestive shit like the hotel room comment but Sonny Carisi is not a man to hit and run#no he's the type to dive in head first into the deep end#he's gonna treat her like a queen and romance her all proper - just as his Mama taught him to#now don't get all flustered by Amanda saying she wants to keep it secret for now#i really don't think that's her having reservations#instead it's clearly a plot device to introduce conflict down the line with trials and stuff#but to Amanda i think she wants to take it slow and in this case slow is secret and it's all because she's been burned so many times before#she's finally admitted her feelings to herself and to Sonny but she's still growing and that means that she needs time#time to explore her own feelings#her past relationships have all been quick flings - men that are garbage and treat her as such#but Sonny is the polar opposite of all that and she's finally coming to terms with the fact that she deserves someone like that#so of course they're going to be on slightly different pages when it comes to pace#but Sonny is willing to go as fast or as slow as she needs because he loves her that much#ooh look! this evolved into a tag rant anyway!#I just REALLY love seeing Sonny smile with his eyes again#he needs that happiness in his life#sonnyshine of my life#sonny carisi#rollisi#law and order svu#svu spoilers#svu s23 e01
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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years
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one | hard to forget | hangman.
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Ahhh okay. Here we go. This is going to pick up where Darlin left off, give or take a few days so... if you haven’t read that, you might want to stop everything and go click on the link above and do that. I’m a little excited right now, because I purposely ended that one-shot on a cliffhanger. Because I wanted to try this so... Here’s to hoping it doesn’t flop.
↱ pairing ↲
adam hangman page x ofc! rosalie.
↱ summary↲
Adam and Rosalie shared a night together. A night that neither one of them can forget and yet, neither one of them seem to be able to talk to the other about. Between their own personal issues, backstage gossip and other awkwardness, will they eventually find their way together?
↱ warnings↲
I switch back and forth between first and third person (first=rosalie and third=hangman) and I realize that can be jarring for some, so I thought I’d warn you about that now... Now on to the actual warnings you need to be aware of...slow burn. angst. two stubborn fucking people both going through their own issues. alcohol mentions. probably smut at some point, idk. for now, that’s all I got.
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                                                ONE 
[ ROSALIE]
I could feel Adam’s eyes on me, but like I’ve been tending to do lately, I trained my eyes intently on my Instagram app. I was only half listening to what Swole was saying at this point and I think she knew it, because she cleared her throat to get my attention as she nodded in Hangman’s direction.
“What?”
“Did you talk to him?” she gave me an expectant look as she licked the pudding off her spoon and I dropped my head, sighing quietly. “What do you think?”
“I think that if you don’t at least say something, you’re never gonna know.”
“And maybe that’s the way it should be, Swole.” I shook my head as I picked up the bottle of water sitting to my left and sat my cell phone down.
Sonny Kiss flopped down into the chair next to mine and took one look at me before bursting into laughter and shooting Swole a look. “She still hasn’t said anything.”
“Did you really think she would?” Swole scoffed at Sonny, shooting me a playful dirty look. “That man is over there suffering right now, girl.”
“It’s got nothing to do with me though. Besides, look at me!” I shook my head, picking at my salad as I lowered my voice and finished, “I’m a goddamn mess.”
“I swear to God, if one of them doesn’t bring up what happened soon, I’m taking matters into my own hands and shoving them in a closet together.” Thunder Rosa spoke up from her spot at the table. 
All I could do was open and close my mouth, trying to stammer out something in my defense. There wasn’t anything, no excuse I could offer to justify not attempting to find out what the other night meant to Adam, if it even meant anything at all. I just simply couldn’t bring myself to do it.
To hear it one more time. And this time from someone who’d managed to get deep under my skin. Who now lived in my head -and my heart, totally rent free.
I knew I’d never be able to handle hearing the whole “it’s not you, it’s me” shtick again. And I knew that Adam Page was a far better man than I could ever hope to even come close enough to being worthy of.
“So you’re a mess. I mean… He’s been a train wreck too, as of late.”
I gave Thunder Rosa an evil look almost as soon as she said it, but I found my gaze drifting off her and settling on him. Sitting alone in the corner of catering. It took everything in my power not to get up and go over to him like I wanted. But somehow, I managed to keep from doing it. 
“I know! And that’s probably the only reason he stooped to hook up with me! Guys, look. I love all of you but the facts are the facts...Sometimes, things just happen. Me hooking up with Adam last week? He was in a bad place. We know he never would’ve done it otherwise. Kinda sucks because we all know how I felt about it happening. I love the guy. And I just…” I trailed off because I’d been about to remind myself for the millionth time that it was ridiculous, we barely spoke. And he probably didn’t know my actual name, hence the reason he referred to me as darling the entire time. It wasn’t a term of endearment, but more likely, a way for him to distance himself from what was happening. A placeholder name because given how fast we got to that stage, it wouldn’t exactly have been anything short of awkward as hell for him to stop and ask my damn name.
I was determined. It was drilled into my brain. That night probably didn’t mean anything to him. He was lonely, hurting and I was a comforting warm body. We’re both consenting adults, sometimes things happen that way. God, did I not want it to be true. But, I was trying to really hammer it in my brain that more than likely, it was true.
“I mean I beg to differ, but go on, Rosalie. Show your whole stubborn ass, girl.” Sonny insisted, giving a snort and shaking their head at me. Thunder Rosa glanced from me to someone just behind me and as she grumbled and continued to stare behind me, my stomach churned.
“Well, if you didn’t want word getting out, that’s probably not gonna be a possibility anymore. Especially the part about you being in love...”
I felt my stomach starting to churn and I dropped my head to the tabletop, lightly banging it against. “Seriously? Who heard it?”
“Oh, only Matt fucking Jackson.” Swole rolled her eyes as she told me who’d been eavesdropping.
“Well that’s just fucking splendid.” I grumbled quietly, biting my lip as I watched Matt walking across catering towards his brother Nick. He winked at me before whispering something into Nick’s ear and if I thought my stomach was churning before, whew.. It was really churning now.
“Welp, that settles it. Time to look into selling a kidney. To buy a private island.” I tried to make a joke out of the situation, standing abruptly and gathering up my wrappers and the empty water bottle. Bracing myself to walk right past Matt and Nick’s table on my way to the bin.
And then Adam’s table on my way out of catering.
I’d just thrown away my trash and turned around, finding myself body to body with Matt.
“What?” I eyed him, trying my best to play casual. Pretend like I wasn’t fully aware he’d overheard my dirty little secrets. He eyed me up and down, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Just find it interestin’ is all.”
“What?” I rolled my eyes, attempting to make a step to the side and get the hell away from him. 
“You and Hangman.”
“What about it? Look, if you’re about to be sleazy, just know that Adam and I were a one time thing. And I do not intend to repeat what happened with anyone else. Especially not you.” I took a deep breath as I finished speaking, my body tense and prepared for battle. I know how men like Matt are when their ego gets a little wounded.
He pouted a little, leaning in closer. “Oh? But you were just sayin you loved the guy. I was just thinkin… If he’s not into you, darlin.. Maybe you could give me a shot?”
“What I said is precisely why I wouldn’t bother with you.. I’m not into flings, thanks bye.” I snapped at him as I gaped up at him in disbelief. I shoved past Matt with my ears burning, not daring to look anyone else in the eye on my way out. 
“You know you’re curious, sweetheart.” Matt taunted after me. I didn’t even bother dignifying the remark with a comeback because honestly, I was just still seething from the audacity of the guy to even say it to me.
Adam and I collided hard. He reached out to steady me and like an idiot, I shrank away, flinching a little because I was still unnerved by Matt’s whole attempt a few seconds before. Staring up at him a second or two, willing my brain to work. 
The second I saw his eyes darken and get stormy, I swallowed hard. 
,, welp, that confirms it. Guy can’t even look at me without being disgusted.” I thought to myself, taking a deep breath, muttering quietly, “Sorry, I.. I was in a hurry.”
“Yeah, I can see that, Rosie.”
Him actually using my name and not simply settling for Darlin’ had a little flicker of hope daring to spring to light. It was hope I quickly dashed. Nope, not likely.
Those baby blues were fixed on me and I felt my thighs clench all over again. My mouth opened and closed too. I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make everything so much more awkward than it was just leaving it be like I had been.
“I.. I have to go.” I pushed past him and hurried out of catering, down the hall and into the hair and makeup room. I leaned heavily against the wall, taking a few shaky breaths. There was so much I would’ve said if I hadn’t left in a hurry. Everything I felt, everything I wanted and needed, it had all been literally a breath away from spilling out. 
[ ADAM ]
,, Well, that’s that.” Adam sighed as the thought came, shaking his head sadly. He’d been trying for a little over a week now to get her to herself because someone had to mention what happened. It obviously wasn’t going to be her. 
And if the way she flinched back at me a few seconds ago is anythin’ to go by,” Adam thought to himself, “She doesn’t want me to bring it up either.” 
Just the thought ate him up. It added to everything else already happening, everything that was spinning too far out of control for him to even attempt fixing now.
He flopped back into the seat he’d been sitting in and propped his head against his hands, eyes closing tight.
There had to be some way out of all this. 
He really couldn’t stomach the possibility that he was going to lose everyone. Her, before he even really got a chance to have her like he wanted. All to himself.
,, figures, she agrees with the rest of ‘em. Well, fuck it.” the intrusive thought crept in and Adam fought to keep it out.
But lately, it was getting harder and harder to fight these pesky little intrusive thoughts. He was starting to resign himself to the fact that everything about his current situation in life was fucked 10 ways to Sunday and he was starting to realize that while his friends may have set it in motion months ago, he certainly hadn’t helped matters only.
Finishing his bottled water, he stood and made his way over to the garbage, tossing the bottle in. He didn’t particularly care to stick around. Making conversation with any of them seemed a bit of a moot point now. He didn’t even begin to know where to start, making things right with his friends.
And Rosie? Still a huge goddamn mystery to him.
He felt like they might have connected that night backstage. But then she made herself damn near invisible. And she was nothing if not good at it, too. And asking around didn’t help anything. Asking around only seemed to highlight the fact that nobody actually knew her. 
All he wanted was one chance. One shot to explain that if he didn’t already want her so badly he could feel it in his bones way down deep, that night never would’ve went down between them. That he hadn’t just been doing it as a heat of the moment thing. That she hadn’t just been a source of comfort that night.
He spotted Sonny on his way out of catering and he stopped them.
“How well you know Rosie?” Adam asked the question cautiously, eyeing Sonny intently, hoping maybe he’d get some form of answer he could work with. Anything right now would be nice. Because right now, he was officially out of ideas. ,, aside from the obvious one, goin up to her and demandin to talk. Because of course, that’s outta the damn question. I can’t handle hearin’ here politely tell me that night was a one time thing when I want it to be more than that.” Adam thought to himself as he shuffled his feet, waiting. 
Sonny eyed him, a hand on their hip as they did so. “Well enough to say that if you don’t say something first, nothing will ever be said, Page.”
With that said, Sonny turned on their heels and walked out of the area, leaving Hangman to stand there, his hand against the back of his head as he tried to figure out what his next move was.
,, If I even bother with one. That flinch ought t’ be my answer. People don’t flinch without a damn good reason. The reason was obviously me. She regrets it. I need t’ leave it alone. Let her be.” 
[ ROSALIE]
The door banged shut to hair and makeup and I caught sight of Thunder Rosa making her way in, flopping down into my hair and makeup chair again. 
“Girl, that new guy in Lights. He asked for your number again.”
“Yeah, no.. He wants a hook up. God knows I’ve made enough of a mess lately.”
“And you’d only sleep with a co-worker if you really love them. Like Adam?” Rosa teased and I grumbled at her, shrugging. “I never said that.”
“You don’t have to! You’re a shitty liar and you can’t hide anything to save your life. The only thing saving your skin is the fact that the poor guy has a ton of baggage heaped on him right now.”
“Speaking of… That interview with Tony earlier.. Is he okay right now?”
“You’d know if you’d fucking talk to the man.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. The sting of the words he said about himself earlier came rushing back all over again.
“I feel like from head to toe, I’m full of poison.” 
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t un-hear the words. And all I’d wanted to do when I heard him say it was go to him. Show him that he wasn’t.
I kind of have the feeling that right now, he’d never believe me. And it bothers me.
And the fact that it bothers me bothers me even more.
I grumbled at myself in frustration all over again as I dug around in my kit, getting out the stuff I used to do Rosa’s lashes and the other makeup she’d need to paint the half of her face and I sighed.
Yeah, I know everyone is right. I should talk to him. But here’s the thing. I fucking can’t. I’ve literally been outside of his hotel room. A speech all prepared in my head. About to knock on the door. 
And then all I can hear is everything I’ve ever heard out of anyone else when I dare hope that maybe just once I’ll be enough.
Or all the stuff my ex liked to say to try to keep me with him. 
Once that stuff gets in your head and it fucks with you, it never entirely stops. And I know that even if I had him, my own insecurities would probably drive him running for the hills if nothing else did first.
“You know that doing this is letting Jonny win..Right? The only out is through. You need to work through all this stuff in your head that keeps insisting you’re not worth it for somebody.”
“Did you just shrink me, Rosa?”
“I call it like I see it.”
“And all I’m saying is that maybe.. Throwing myself headfirst into… this.. Is not the best idea for either of us right now. I had him, okay? For one night, I had him. If that’s all I get, that’s all I get.”
“But you could have more. You could talk to the man. You could work through whatever happened. Because I don’t think he’d just fucking sleep with you if he didn’t want you already, okay? He’s not exactly like the other jerks we work with.”
“I know.” 
God, did I know. His being completely different than other men was what drew me to him. Because he wasn’t  
He stood out among all the douche bags and dogs that seemed drawn to me like a magnet. For whatever reason, the calm I felt whenever he was around was almost overwhelming. It terrified me because I hadn’t ever felt it before.
It made it entirely too easy for me to just let go. Take the risk of opening up all over again. Something I hadn’t done in so long that now, faced with the desire to do so, I was actually terrified of doing it. 
“It’s driving you crazy, Rosie. Either you do something about it, or you let a shot pass you by. I thought you were the kind of girl who doesn’t scare easily.”
“This is different.” I emphasized my point and gave a pleading look, hopeful that maybe she’d leave the situation alone. But no, of course not. She pressed further.
“No, it’s stupid, that’s what it is.”
And yeah, I knew she was right. It was stupid. And I did want to say something. I couldn’t keep avoiding the guy. But damned if I knew how to go about bringing up what happened between us, let alone anything else I might want and need to ask him.
Besides, the way he looked at me earlier in catering hadn’t exactly inspired any confidence to do so.
“At least think about it.”
“I am. Constantly.”
“I can’t with you.”
“I can’t with myself right now, honestly. I really went all out with this one, huh?” I laughed and shook my head as I sank down into a chair and took a few deep breaths. “It doesn’t have to be this damn dramatic.”
“Exactly!”
‘But then I think I have the nerve to talk to him and I think of a million and one good reasons not to.” 
“Damn it, Rosie.”
“I just… I need time. I need to ease into this.”
The door was knocked on and Rosa and I shared a look. I stood and made my way over, throwing it open. MJF stood there, that little smirk as he eyed me up like a piece of meat. I scowled at him.
“What the hell do you want, Max? Was my not unless hell froze over not clear enough?”
“Oh.. it was clear. But here’s the thing.. I refuse to believe it.” Maxwell stepped into the room and I grumbled, flipping off his turned back after rolling my eyes skyward.
Did anybody backstage know how to keep their goddamn mouth shut?
“See. I heard something interesting about you.” Maxwell held my gaze, a calm smirk playing at his lips as he looked me up and down. I could feel my stomach churning already and honestly, it took everything inside of me NOT to just reach out and strangle Maxwell... First Matt, then him.. Because obviously, Matt’s been running his mouth about what he just heard, that has to be it... I reminded myself, taking a deep breath as I tried to calm down.
“Oh yeah?”
“I heard you actually did get mixed up with somebody back here. Contrary to what you told me.. You know, that crap about not mixing business with pleasure.”
“See, here’s the thing, Maxy boy. I never said I considered… anything… involving you… Pleasure. So… there’s that.” I pointed to the open door and he eyed me, rubbing his chin. “You’ll wind up giving in. Everybody does.” I stood taller, giving a firm glance to the door before glaring up at him and tapping my foot. All I wanted was Maxwell to get the hell away from me. I mean.. Sure that was tied with the firm desire to find Matt Jackson and punch him in the cock because somehow, he must have been running his mouth and now, naturally, my personal business was all out there for the world to know, but hey.. Getting Maxwell the entire fuck out of my sight was up high on that list.
“Pretty sure I’d rather bind my legs shut with molasses first. Are you done making an entire ass of yourself? Because I’d really like to get back to my actual job.” I rolled my eyes and again, I pointed at the door. The guy had three seconds and I was going to let my inner bad bitch out to play. Lucky for me, Maxwell seemed to finally take the hint and he made a retreat, eye-fucking me one last time on his way out the door.
Once the door was closed behind me, I leaned against it and lightly beat the back of my head against. “I swear to God, this is… Why am I the kind of person who goes without being messy until suddenly, I go ham and it’s a literal shit-storm?”
“I mean, look on the bright side. Sooner or later now one of you has to bring it up?”
“Fucking hilarious, Rosa. Fucking hilarious.” I muttered sarcastically as I poked my tongue out at her and pouted.
“If the poor guy wasn’t disgusted enough at doing what he and I did last week already, pretty sure he’s gonna fucking LOVE this going around.” I rubbed my forehead, pacing back and forth in front of the door.
“Nobody’s gonna even think about this longer than a day.”
I eyed her with a brow raised. Somehow, I doubted. 
“I’m being serious. This is not a big deal. Tomorrow something else will happen and nobody’s gonna think about it.”
“ God, I can only hope.” I mumbled quietly as I made the choice to shove it all out of my head, get to work on Rosa’s makeup for the night instead. In the back of my mind, I found myself wondering just how far spread everything had gotten by now.
Knowing Matt’s tendency to shoot off his mouth, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the talk of the men’s locker room. I pretty much resigned myself to the realization that if I wanted things to go smoothly between me and Adam, this getting out probably guaranteed they wouldn’t.
And in a flash, something intimate and private, between two people, became this publicly known thing. And it annoyed me, because that was never what I intended. Especially granted what Adam’s already going through with the guys.
He didn’t need this shit on top of it.
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alri-xo · 4 years
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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 2
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A/N: Hi guuuuys so like this is chapter 2... Took me a long time to make this because this week has been a pretty rough for me personally and I genuinely feel like I needed to edit this chapter so much to deliver all the feels and stuff... Hopefully...
Pairing: Alexander Pierce x Reader, Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader
Warnings: Again, age gap, language, rich people being rich people...
The Titanic finally hit more vast waters, gliding through the sea as it head out farther from land.
Bucky and Steve ran down the corridor, the enamel white walls serving a backdrop for the people cramming its sides as they tried to find their way inside.
They weaved through the people to find their quarters, they passed by many people of many walks of life. Like a Chinese man holding probably an English to Chinese dictionary to figure out what the writings meant, children getting lost and the like.
They finally found their room, its painted door looks welcoming, at least to people like them.
"This is it, Steve..." Bucky says as he opens the door, Steve following right behind him as he places his stuff on the top bed of the double decker laughing, "Who says you take top bunk?"
The two other men looked at them, as they didn't look like the original booked passengers. The chocolate man shocked as he looked up from his book and the other leaned against the steel framing of the double-decker.
Bucky neared to the man reading the book and shook his hand, as his face also painted a shook expression, "James Barnes... People call me Bucky..." he greets. He just remained silent as he his eyes gawked at him, then to his friend.
"Where the hell is Ivan?"
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In contrast, Y/N was at first class and not just any first class part of the ship. The grandest suite of the ship.
It had the most ornate wood carvings painted in gold at the sitting room, a wide bedroom, and it had a curtained canopy with red velvet and gold tassels, and it had a place for lounging and eating, overlooking the ocean and the sun striping light onto the furnishings and plants, serving up a tropical vibe.
They set their multitude of luggage to get settled in their temporary home. Y/N had an eye for the arts. Paintings of different mediums littered the room waiting to be hanged... Paintings by Monet and Picasso were there, as Alexander thought they were a waste of money.
Y/N rolled her eyes and she entered her room with their maid and her only friend, Carol... She has known Y/N for a good year now, but they have grown to be very close.
She made Y/N feel like a normal girl with real feelings, and not a girl wearing money for show like her mother is.
She helped Y/N ready her quarters, boxes of jewelry and even larger boxes of garments are to be organized. Upon entrance with her friend and mistress, the scent of fresh paint and a new matress fills her nose.
"It smells so brand new... It's as if they made it just for us..." she chirps happily to Y/N, making her smile, "Tonight, when I crawl into the sheets, I'll be the first!"
Y/N smiles bigger looking at her, but it only lasts for a moment. Alexander is at the doorway, looking at her like she's but prize that he won, "And tonight, when I crawl in the sheets, I'll still be the first."
Carol goes cold in fear, as she knows what Alexander can be to Y/N. She is no stranger to his passive aggressive behavior towards her or Y/N. She turns on her heel, "S'cuse me, miss..."
It's now the two of them in Y/N's room... Y/N turns her back to him as she faces the mirror as seeing him draw nearer to her.
He hugs her from behind, but her expression is bleak, "The first and only... Forever..."
All she could think of was her life. Her future with this man she doesn't even know well, claiming her as his because of her mother's terms. Also, a man twice or maybe triple her age?
His scent of cigarette and faint alcohol filled her nose as he kissed behind her ear and on her shoulder. She kissed his cheek back reluctantly, to show her devotion. Empty devotion.
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Reader's Point of View
Me and mother decided to explore more of the ship, as Alexander insisted. However, where ever she went she had something to say.
It was close to dusk, but a person like me rarely make the sunset grace my vision... Mother forbid it, saying I have more important things to do... And... Staring out into the open, admiring the view is not what a good wife is.
We went down the elevator to the entrance of first class, the reception area with prominent people that my mother and I know.
They know me, but I don't really care as much as she does.
A woman comes in to the entrance, a suitcase in hand, "Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny... Now, do a lady a favor and carry those for me, please..." she asks politely, the feathers on her hat dancing in the air as she moved.
She gave mother a small smile, and mother reciprocated one... One for show... However, mother envied this woman for her looks and undeniably beautiful figure.
No corset can imitate the curves she had... Even if mother had a corset made by the finest corset maker. Nothing.
She is Natalia Romanoff, but people call her Natasha or simply, Nat. She came from a poor background, but struck luck some place west. She was someone mother called 'new money.'
We set off after our last stop, with nothing in front of us but ocean. The ship was unstoppable at this point... Neither is that wedding.
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Third Person Point of View
The creamy glow of the afternoon filters on the grand ship. Every bit of floor illuminated by the setting sun. Bucky and Steve made their way out of their quarters and out to the open deck, as they looked over the rails that kept them safe in the ship.
Bucky looked down at the ocean. The glassy blue sheets splitting in two as the ship glided across like a fine blade.
The captain of the ship smiled. His beard full and his hair neat under his hat, blue eyes as blue as the ocean he driving on.
He turned to his companion of dark hair, slicked back as his blue eyes as crystal clear as the water that hits the shoreline.
"Take her to sea, Loki... Open her up..." he says as his companion nods and obliges.
"Yes, Thor... And may I remind you, Captain..." he begins emphasizing the title, "You should stir her not me..." he chuckles.
Thor rolls his eyes playfully at his brother, watching him leave then watching the sunset glow in front of him.
Below the decks however, work is being robust. Men covered in soot as the doors blazed bright flames as they added more to make the ship pick up.
The shipbuilder watches the engineers and greasers work their magic, seeing everything move accordingly and how he wanted it. He built the beauty they are working in and he is proud of it, it's exactly what he wanted.
The propellers under water pick up pace as more energy was introduced to the ship. They chopped through the water making it glide faster.
On the deck, Bucky's hair was blown by the wind, the scent of fresh air and sea filling his lungs as a big smile on his face appeared. Steve was holding on to his hat as he looked into the horizon.
Captain Thor Odinson looks at the same view, as if feeling triumphant and free. The massive ship his steed as his brother looked through the glass as they rode above the deep sea.
Steve smiles, looking at the water and asking Bucky to do the same, they spot two dolphins running with the ship. Their forms going up and down, above and under the sea as a pod of dolphins appear near the front of the ship.
Steve then stares through the horizon, the sunsparkles on the ocean beam warm light like gold under the slow setting sun.
"I can see the Statue of Liberty from here..." he grins happily as the wind in his face blows, "Very small, of course..."
Bucky smiles back then stands higher near the hand rails that keep them prisoner in such paradise, "I'M THE KING OF THE WOOORLD!!!"
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Reader's Point of View
The next day came like a fast turning of a page. My first night in the ship was pleasant, as if the waves rocked me back and forth on its calm waters. The scent of everything new made it feel even nice, knowing that all of it can be as comfortable as can be for me.
We were having a meal with two of the people who are the most important passengers of the ship. Tony Stark, the person who named the ship RMS Titanic, the ship builder, Bruce Banner.
They collaborated, Mr. Stark had the vision and Mr. Banner did the mission to make the Titanic into a reality.
"She's the largest moving object made by the hand of man in all of history..." Mr. Stark begins to say, "And our master ship builder, Mr. Banner here, designed her from the keel plates up."
He looked down and smiled shyly, not wanting the attention, "Well, I might have built her, but it was Mr. Stark's idea... He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy will never be challenged... And here she is..." he says slapping the table proudly, "willed into solid reality."
Natasha looked at the two other men and cocked her brow "Why are ships always being called 'she'?" She asks jokingly, "Is it because men think half the women around have bigs sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?"
I smiled as they laughed, mother being quite amused of Natasha's words, "Just another example of men setting the words their way..."'
Admittedly, Natasha is witty and fun, but she is not everyone's cup of tea. Especially with my mother and her group of friends.
The waiter approached our table and thankfully, he had matches. I lit my cigarette and placed the thin end of its holder, savoring the smoke down my throat.
"You know I don't like that, Y/N..." my mother tuts quietly, making me look at her and glare. I blow smoke as she backed away slowly.
"She knows..." Alexander mumbled, taking away the cigarette and stubbing it out on the ash tray, as he said our orders. What he wants, I'll also get. As if I had a choice sometimes.
"So, you're gonna cut the meat for her too, Alexander?" Natasha asks smirking.
Alexander ignored her question, turning to the other men at the table and at my mother. In all honesty it might be the only thing that is left for him to do to me at this point.
They discussed about why the Titanic was named as such, being synonymous with everything that is big and grand, but secure and safe. Me being bookish and a person who is as educated as everyone on this table, it made me want to bring up something big.
"Do you know about Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of interest to you, Mr. Stark..."
Mr. Banner choked on his meal, holding back a laugh and it made mother glare at me.
"Y/N what has gotten into you-" I cut mother off as soon as she heard my chair creak on the floor.
"Excuse me..." I muttered as I walked away and out.
Natasha's Point of View
Well, that was rough.
Katherine's eyes widened, mortified by her daughter's actions. Definitely not what a mother wants to see in a daughter like Y/N.
At least for Katherine.
Also, as a wife for a man such as Alexander is such a leap. She seriously could've gotten any man for her daughter. Someone her age, perhaps? Not someone who could possibly be dead after the wedding night...
Oh, I'm just teasing...
"Seems like you got a pistol in your hands, Pierce... Think you can handle her?" I asked nonchalantly... It is reality what I'm saying... Since when did I fake it like the other women on first class?
"I guess I should mind what she's reading from now on..." he grins half heartedly as she follows Y/N out.
Jolly good show... Jolly good show indeed.
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Bucky's Point of View
"Look, daddy... Look at the birds!" The little girl says happily looking at the seagulls flying above the ocean, her father supports behind her as she is seated on the metal railing.
The energy they give off reflects on my ongoing sketch. Innocence and certainty, wisdom and care. A different aura from what I used to draw while I was some place else.
Steve looks over my shoulder, seeing what I have came up with and gave me an appreciative nod. He taught me how to draw and sketch, and now I am as hooked to drawing as he is.
Our two roommates hung out with us breathing the fresh air and the scent of the ocean. The bliss stopped when we heard the scent of dog poop in the air.
We looked up to see that the ship staff brought the dogs from first class to take a shit on the deck for third class, and with one of them having the most wrinkled face it would pass as something not of this earth.
"That's totally normal here... First class dogs come down here to take a shit..." One of them says, making me and Steve laugh a little...
"Yeah... Tops the scent of the room next to ours every night..." his friend says making him laugh, "Well, maybe the stink of the money they all have too..."
The guy from the staff glared at him, making them stop laughing as he left with the dogs.
I shrugged, "That's when we know where we rank in the scheme of things..." and Steve nods in agreement.
Then silence filled the air for a moment, the sound of the water and the squawking of seagulls in the horizon was our music.
"I'm Sam Wilson... This is my friend, Peter Parker..." he says stretching out his hand to shake mine and I shake his.
"James Barnes... Bucky for short..." I greet back, but his face paints curiosity, "Short for Buchanan..."
"Steve Rogers..." Steve greets as he exchanges handshakes with Sam and Peter, as I focus back to my drawing, the final strokes left.
I close my leather sketch pad and slip my pencil inside of it with a sigh. Surely, this ship is a work of art as everyone says it is... It's no lie...
I looked up to look around and I see her. Oh, she's an angel....
Who looks like that amongst all the people here? She's made by the gods.
She glowed under the sun, her dress shines and ripples in the wind. The silk on her skin hugging every curve and edge she had perfectly as her eyes looked over the railing.
Her cheeks flush as the heat made them redden, sun kissed. Her (y/h/c) hair in a neat updo with tendrils romantically falling freely framed her gentle face.
She looked at me, her (y/e/c) eyes sparkling and dolly, but expressive with a sense of distress for someone who had the world wrapped around her finger. Then she looked away again at the horizon.
Then all of a sudden, an older man approaches her... Her father, perhaps? Then he wraps his arms around her, but she tries to push him away.
Oh, he's her lover... But, they bicker a little as the man continues to try and persuade her.
I wish I could've looked at her longer. I was, but I wish she could've looked at me just as long.
"Oh forget it, Barnes... You'd rather have angels fly out your ass to be next to the likes of her..." he says making Peter and Steve laugh. I ignore them as I focused on the lady at first class, now storming back inside to her little world to live her little life as a first class passenger...
When will I ever see her again?
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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years
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Begin Again: Chapter 2
Fandom: SEAL Team
Characters: Sonny Quinn, Lisa Davis
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By the time they landed they still had nothing and Lisa’s heart had started to really hammer inside her chest. They couldn’t lose Ray. The team would never make it without him. Not to mention how devastating it would be for Naima and the kids. 
They disembarked and went straight into Mandy’s office, still searching for anything useful. “God what are we going to do?” Lisa asked, rubbing her temple.
Mandy continued to click back and forth. “There’s got to be something here. There’s way more footage than we thought. We must have—“
She trailed off and stared at the screen, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh my god.”
“What?” Lisa leaned closer. “What is it?” 
When she finally saw what Mandy had spotted her heart sank. “Is that Vic?”
“He lied,” Mandy said, grabbing the laptop and getting to her feet. “He lied to the whole team.”
“And he was going to let Ray take the fall.” Lisa’s head was spinning. It was a relief, but also gut wrenching; a betrayal of all of them.
“We have to tell Eric,” Mandy said grimly. 
Eric’s face didn’t change when they showed him the footage, but Lisa could feel his anger and sadness. “What do you want to do?” she asked.
“Let’s take it to the team. Decision is their’s,” he said. 
She watched everyone’s faces as they played the footage, seeing on each of them the moment they realized what it meant. It wasn’t a surprise when Sonny nearly jumped across the table to strangle Vic, or that it took three of the guys to hold him back. This was the kind of wound that couldn’t be repaired.
“That was brutal,” Mandy said when they’d left the room to let the team decide Vic’s fate.
“Nothing worse than betraying your brothers,” Blackburn said with a shake of his head. “I’ve got paperwork to take care of. You two make sure to get a good night’s rest. You’ve earned it.”
“You all right?” Mandy asked when he had gone. “You look pale.”
Lisa swallowed, silently begging her stomach to stay in place as it churned in her gut. “Yeah I’m good. Just worried about the guys.”
Mandy nodded. “Well you should get some rest. I’ve got a couple calls I have to make.” She eyed her critically. “You sure you’re good?”
“Yes!” Lisa tried to play it off with a laugh. “Go make your calls. I’m going to stick around and make sure the guys are…as okay as they can be.”
Mandy seemed skeptical but left her alone. Lisa was grateful for some time to go lick her wounds privately. She walked to the armory and took up residence outside of Sonny’s cage, settling on the floor because she really didn’t think she could stay on her feet any longer. Her head went back to rest against the metal links and she closed her eyes, willing the nausea and dizziness to go away, along with the thundering headache. She just needed to relax for a little bit and then everything would be fine.
She must have drifted off for a second because she was startled awake by the guys trudging in. One look at their faces told her all she needed to know; Vic was no longer part of Bravo. And that was going to hurt for a long time. 
“Davis,” Clay said. “What are you still doing here?”
“Wanted to see if you guys needed anything,” she said from the floor, unable to make herself get to her feet. 
Ray’s eyes met hers briefly, jaw tight, steely resolve in his eyes. “We’re good,” he said. “Thank you. For what you found.”
She nodded. “Couldn’t stand to lose you.”
Everyone seemed eager to leave, packing up their gear and heading out without much conversation. She couldn’t blame them. All she wanted was to fall into her bed and forget about this entire mission.
“Time for you to go home killer,” Sonny said, offering her a hand.
He pulled her to her feet and she immediately staggered, breath catching in her throat as the world spun. She grabbed onto Sonny’s arm and felt his hands catch around her waist as she collapsed into him.
The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, Trent directly in her face. “Davis, hey, look at me. Do you know where you are?”
They were in transport right? Or maybe they were still in Caracas? “I—I don’t—“
She couldn’t remember. Oh god. She couldn’t remember. 
Well this had taken an even shittier turn of events. Sonny trudged with the boys back to the armory, his gut clenched so tightly it hurt. They’d never lost a brother like this before. Half of him wanted to tear the kid apart and the other half wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. He’d gotten used to having Vic around. Had even started what felt like a friendship. Seeing Ray rip his trident like that…Sonny shook his head. It royally fucking sucked.
Davis was propped up against his cage looking like death warmed over and it made Sonny feel just a tiny bit better to have her there. It felt normal again after a lot of months of weird.
“Time for you to go home killer,” Sonny said, pulling her up off the floor. Her face immediately drained of color and she grabbed his arm for support. His hands automatically went to her waist, catching her against his chest as she went completely limp. “Jase!”
Bravo One turned and saw the situation and then immediately caught the hallway door, yelling for Trent to come back. Sonny lowered Lisa to the ground, mindful of her head. Clay handed him a pack and he used it to prop her up a bit. “I’ll call for medical,” Ray said, reaching for the room phone as Trent returned and dropped to his knees.
He checked her airway and her pulse then rubbed her sternum fiercely until her eyes fluttered open. “Davis, hey, look at me, do you know where you are?” Trent asked.
“I—I don’t—“ She looked so scared and Sonny felt a wave of terror swamp over him.
“What’s your name?” Trent tried.
“Lisa.” Her face relaxed a little bit in relief.
“And what’s my name?”
“…Trent.” The answer was far too slow in coming for anybody’s liking.
“You know what year it is?”
That got nothing but a panicked stare. “Okay, it’s all right, just breathe. Help’s coming. We’re going to get you taken care of,” Trent said, keeping his voice calm even as his hands continued to move, loosening her clothes and checking her skull for any injuries he might have missed.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll just go home.” She tried to sit up and blanched.
Sonny and Clay each put a hand on her shoulders. “No you need a CT scan,” Trent said. “With these kinds of symptoms you could have a brain bleed.”
Base medical arrived at that moment, listening as Trent explained the incident and her symptoms.
Sonny wanted to follow them as they left, but once again there was still work to be done. Things had to be put away right or it would mess up the whole team. 
He worked as fast as he could and it still took him over an hour to get to the base hospital. The team had spent so much time there over the years that the doctors and nurses knew them all by name. Monica was behind the desk. “What is it Quinn? You get in another dust up?”
“Not me this time,” Sonny told her. “Lisa Davis. She still here?”
She consulted her computer and nodded. “Down that way. Sawyer’s in there with her.”
He wandered down the hall until he found the room. Lisa was asleep, Trent scrolling through his phone by her bed. “Just wanted to check in. How’s she doing?” Sonny asked quietly, his eyes glued to her pale face.
“Better now. They gave her some fluids so she was more lucid before she fell asleep. Said she threw up on the way home but didn’t want to make trouble.”
Sonny felt a shiver go down his spine. She’d been hiding this from them and he didn’t want to think about what could have happened if she’d headed home without further treatment. “She uh, she gonna be all right?”
Trent nodded. “CT just came back. She’s got a pretty severe concussion, but no skull fracture or bleeding. They’re going to release her in a little bit.”
“That’s good. I can wait with her if you want to go. You got life to get back to.”
Trent looked hesitant. “She’s going to need someone to go home with her. She can’t be alone with such a severe concussion.”
“I’ll watch her,” Sonny said. “I don’t mind.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah it’s not a problem.”
It was a huge problem. Lisa might kill him for getting in her business. But he wouldn’t sleep tonight anyway without knowing if she was okay. Might as well keep her company while he did it.
If Trent suspected anything he didn’t show it as he stood. “I’ll have my phone on. Call if there’s any issues. Anytime.”
“Yeah, will do.”
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The Best Gift (Rollisi fic)
So, I actually wrote the following fic for the Rare Pair Exchange a few weeks ago. But author reveals just happened today, so I decided to share it here for Amanda Rollins week, in @svucharacterappreciation
It’s my first time writing Rollisi and I had a lot of fun doing so! (Maybe I’ll do it again?) G-rated, about 1700 words. Crossposted from my AO3 account (where you can find the rest of my SVU fic.)
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“You don’t have to stay and help, Carisi.”
“It’s no problem,” Sonny assured Amanda, as he picked up another errant plastic cup and tossed it in the trash. “See, in my house, growing up? My mom always used to throw these huge birthday parties for us kids. Everyone in the family would be there, all the cousins and aunts and uncles. Seemed like half the kids on Staten Island, too. She’d be up all night before the party cooking and baking, and then she wouldn’t go to bed after the party until every room was pristine clean again. The rugs had to be vacuumed, the kitchen floor swept, every dish washed and hand-dried.” He paused, bending over to retrieve a streamer that had somehow gotten wrapped around the dining room table leg. “But she wouldn’t let anyone help her, either, because she had her way of doing things—the only right way. It was just how she was.”
Amanda snorted and kicked a chair back in place, her hands full of gift bags to be sorted through tomorrow. “Well, as you should be able to tell by now, I’m not nearly so fastidious.”
“No one was—short of my mother’s mother, my nonna Marie. But I always felt bad seeing my mom exhausted by all that work. So trust me, you don’t need to do everything here yourself.”
“You’re right about that. And I definitely won’t refuse help offered willingly,” Amanda said with a smile, one that Sonny beamed right back at her.
All the other guests who’d shown up for Jesse’s first birthday party had left some time ago. Fin had dragged Munch off the premises first, the two of them arguing about current political events—as usual. Olivia had said goodnight when Noah started getting cranky and restless, perhaps not pleased that he wasn’t the center of all the adults’ attention for once. Melinda and her husband had stayed a while longer, happy for the relaxing evening out with friends—and sharing stories of how nice it was once the kids had grown up enough to leave the house for college.
“It’ll be a lot of years until I know how that feels,” Amanda had said, “but I’m in no hurry to rush through these early years.”
“Don’t be,” Melinda had assured her. “You’ll be reminiscing about them from the day she starts talking back at you.”
Amanda had also invited a few other young moms from the prenatal yoga class she had attended before Jesse’s birth. They’d stayed in touch because it was nice to have other mothers—most of them single moms themselves—to talk to, vent at, and lean on as necessary. And Amanda had been happy to see how their little ones were growing so fast...much like Jesse herself.
Jesse, who surely had no idea why so many people had been in their home, making all this noise and fuss over her. She was now fast asleep in her crib, and Amanda was getting close to the point where she’d love to simply crawl into her own bed, too.
But she didn’t mind Sonny lingering behind. She wasn’t a neat freak, but it could be depressing to wake up the morning after a big party and have nothing but a huge mess to clean up.
Wake up by herself, to the quietude of an otherwise empty apartment, save her dog and the baby she hadn’t planned for, nor expected.
“I’ll take these out to the trash chute,” Sonny said, hefting three plastic bags up over his shoulder as if he were Santa Claus.
“Thanks,” she replied distractedly as he headed for the door, throwing the deadbolt so it wouldn’t lock behind him. Sonny knew where the trash room was; he’d come over to make and share dinner enough evenings. In fact it had almost started to become routine, once every few weeks when they had the time. Dinner, catching up on the latest reality shows piled up on her DVR, talk about their various ongoing family dramas...
Talk about anything other than work.
Or the possibilities that were right there in front of them both.
It was nice. Sonny was nice, she thought as she settled down on her sofa with a wistful, tired sigh. She’d been seriously skeptical about him at first, but he’d grown a lot since he’d first landed at Manhattan SVU. Or maybe...maybe with time she had become more able, and willing, to see who he had been from the start.
Because Sonny was always there for her, in ways that few other men ever had been. And that’s why she was determined not to do anything to fuck that up.
She’d made more than her share of mistakes with men in the past, including—on more than one occasion, she had to admit—men she had to work with. At least her “mistake” with Declan had ended up giving her Jesse, who was now the best part of her life...but.
Still.
Sonny.
Sonny was a man who would stick around, unlike Declan. She knew that. And Sonny wasn’t carrying tons of baggage with a separated wife and multiple kids, like Nick had been.
Damn it, Amanda. A good guy—maybe the right guy—finally comes along and now you’re gun-shy. Don’t want to be the girl who ends up sleeping with every available man at the office. And yet, with Sonny she had the feeling it would be about a lot more than just sex. They’d had all this time to get to know each other, to become friends first. That would make things different, and better, right?
“Amanda, did you hear me?”
“I’m sorry, what?” she said, jumping as he startled her out of those thoughts. Sonny had returned from trash duty and was now standing before her, looking concerned.
“I asked if you wanted to save what was left of the meatballs and sausage in the crockpot? I just need a container for it.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. There should be some clean tupperware in the cabinet above the sink.”
“OK, will do. There’s easily enough for two lunches yet in there.”
“You can take it home if you want.”
“I won’t say no to that.” He turned to head to the kitchen, but then paused to ask, “You okay?”
“Me? Of course! I mean...why?”
“You...you looked kind of sad when I came back in.”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just the post-party blahs, I suppose.”
“Being ‘on’ and entertaining for hours. I get that. It can be pretty draining.” He sat down next to her. “You sure that’s it, though?”
She bit her lip. Did she really want to have this conversation?
Right now?
Ever?
Or was she being stubborn and unfair to both of them, to keep denying what was there between them? “Sonny, you ever think about...I mean if I am projecting and off-base here please tell me to shut up and that’s fine and forget I ever even asked, but...”
“About us?” he interrupted.
“Uh...yeah. I mean...we hang out after work, you’ve tried giving me cooking lessons, you like being here with Jesse...”
“And Frannie!” he put in with enthusiasm, causing Amanda to laugh. The poor pup had gone into hiding from all the noise and activity and was still sulking in her dog bed in the bedroom.
“Yeah, and of course Frannie, how could I forget my first baby-girl. I guess I can’t help but wonder, why you do all that instead of, I dunno...getting out there and trying to find someone to share time with who you don’t have to see every day at work already. Someone who isn’t all tangled up in this line of work and all the stress we have to deal with.”
“I could do that,” he agreed, nodding his head. “But...maybe I’m more interested in spending time with someone who knows what this job is all about, who can help me deal with it better myself. And because...well, I like you, Amanda. I like you a lot.”
“I like you too, Sonny,” she admitted, and it was true. Her attraction to him had been far from immediate. Yet as she’d come to appreciate his kindness and heart, she’d felt her own heart opening up to deeper feelings for him.
“But I know you’ve been through a lot and I didn’t want—I don’t want—to rush you into anything you aren’t sure about.”
“I appreciate that,” she said, allowing herself a small smile—one that grew as she saw Sonny flush a little and look away, endearing in his moment of shyness and vulnerability. And so when he looked back to meet her gaze, she took a chance on leaning in for a light kiss on his lips.
It was sweet, and tender...and cautious. Like Sonny. She pulled back and they sat quietly, awkwardly, for a few moments, sharing shy glances and a few nervous laughs. Then he looked to her with a serious expression, his eyes focused as one hand cupped her cheek, and drew her to him for a much more sensual kiss.
Oh, she could fall hard, and fast, if there were more kisses to be shared like this one. What other surprises might Sonny have for her, she wondered?
Before she could contemplate such things for very long he pulled away, giving her a dreamy if regret-tinged smile. “It’s getting on pretty late, I should head home.”
“You could...stay...if you want.”
“I could,” he agreed, reaching up to stroke her hair with a light touch. “But, I meant it about taking things slow. I don’t want to mess this up. You know?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He stood with a sigh, and so did Amanda, following him to the door. He lingered there for a moment, in the open doorway, and then suggested, “If nothin’ comes up this weekend, I can give you a call, we could do something together? I mean, something more than cooking dinner and watching Below Deck or Dancing with the Stars.”
“I’d like that. Good night, Sonny.”
“Good night, Amanda.” He seemed to be considering one last kiss, but then perhaps he knew if he went for it, he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. So instead he smiled and headed down the hall to the elevator, casting one last smile and wave in her direction as he did.
She returned both, then closed the door, locking it behind her. Still grinning, she looked at all those gifts for Jesse from her friends, and appreciated having them in her life.
But Sonny had given her the best gift of all tonight.
The gift of hope, and maybe one more chance at love.
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Motion Sickness Chapter 30
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(Ruby POV)
I watched Jaune wheel Qrow away. They said they were headed to the Malachites' bar first without any real direction afterwards. I suppose they'd start turning up stones there and see where that led.
I really needed to work up the guts to tell Qrow about Jaune. Qrow trusted him, he even liked Jaune. I really was just stalling on that front but family was hard. I'd never brought a boyfriend home before. Not that I was bringing Jaune to my house. He'd already been there though, before we were dating. The point was I wasn't sure Qrow would object to Jaune at this point. They were like two peas in a pessimistic pod. Qrow even shared his flask with Jaune after Jaune got roughed up that day.
I wanted to go to him so badly, then. He came back soaked in blood and we really hadn't had the chance to talk about it, even. We hadn't had the chance to really talk since the Gold Saucer when I told him how much he meant to me and how I truly felt.
The real trouble was Yang. I wasn't really sure how she would react to the news. I mean she knew Jaune was a good guy. He was trustworthy and wore his heart on his sleeve. Now she sort of knew the alarming competence that he had developed so she couldn't even complain about that. Jaune was a man now.
Pyrrha's and my work. I could be proud of that.
On the other hand, Yang certainly wouldn't handle the news we were sleeping together well. She was my big sister. That pretty much said it all but she'd done so much to raise me, too. She wanted to keep me safe and small. That's what she still saw me as but I was too big for that now. She'd learn, we just needed baby steps first, probably. Maybe a kiss on the cheek around her to start.  
I sighed.
I missed being kissed by him. I pressed my fingers against my lips as I imagined him taking them again. All passion and want. Heat flushed my face as I thought of the last time we were together in the shower here. His body pressed against mine and quiet gasps leaving my lips. Steam and need between us and nothing else.
It sucked having to hide things. Jaune hadn't complained since I'd told him what I wanted but I'd like to believe he was suffering a little too. It wasn't cruel, it just showed what he was just willing to do for me. He was willing to do a lot for me.
He'd killed with me in his heart thrice now, I knew. He was willing to get his hands dirty and when things got ugly he was right there up front with it.
I needed to prove I was like that too. I needed to show that I could lead with that same force of will that he had.
"What's the plan Ruby?" Weiss asked me. Like I was supposed to know how to infiltrate a brothel. Just because I knew some things now didn't make me an expert on brothels!
"Ren goes in." I said. "And gets a lay of the place." He didn't look happy about it. "How many exits and entrances? That sort of thing." I was quick to try and reassure him.
"Outfits?" He asked.
"If you can get your hands on some, sure. Shoot for something Yang's size. Or any of our sizes, really." Anything was better than nothing.
He glanced around at each of us, as though taking a mental stock of each of our outfits one last time. He was looking like each of us like we were sending him off to die much more than he was checking us out and his gaze showed it.
"Not Ruby's." Yang interrupted.
"Yes. Even mine." I ordered over her. I shot her a glare. And she shot one right back, slightly incredulous. I never said out loud that I would do it but I would. This is important. Jaune would do the reverse, not that that thought was nice to have. I had to be willing to go the miles I had to be willing to go. "If you can get your hands on it, yes absolutely. We cover a wide range of heights and sizes so if you get one thing it might just about do it." Yeah, I'd prefer if Yang did it, but if I had to...
Ren gave a single slow nod. "Do we, uh know where this place is?"
"Jaune said it was on the lower levels, right?" Nora brought up. "How big could the lower levels be?"
"Well it's the biggest of the levels." Weiss corrected lightly.
"Uh guys. Jaune left directions and an address." Oscar waved a hand behind our little pow-wow. He had a sticky-note in his hand. "So you don't have to guess about that."
"Oh uh." I stammered. Here was Jaune covering for me again. Thinking a few steps ahead. "Good. That's good. We don't have to guess about that, that is."
"I don't think they'll just have a box of outfits by the door." Nora chipped in again. "How do you suppose he gets some? Past sleeping with one of the girls I doubt he'll be in position to get his hands on their clothes."
"Plus wouldn't they keep the outfit on? Isn't that the whole appeal?" We all turned to look at Oscar. "I mean…" He trailed.
It was too late for him to save any measure of bright red face, but he may have had a point. Nora, for one, didn't look happy about Ren going so far. I wasn't super comfortable with the idea, either. Even those of us going to seduce the Don were only doing it to get into position.
None of us intended on going through with the deed.
"We'll just improvise. We'll wire you up." I said. I grabbed the wire and gear Qrow had put together. "Put this on." It was basically earbuds that hooked up to his scroll and we'd just be mid call with him while he was in. Bing, bang, boom. He was wired up. Ren threaded it under his outfit and plugged it into his scroll. They had modified a microphone next to his ear. Something subtle but it would ensure whoever was wearing it could be heard by those of us outside. It wasn't unusual for someone our age to walk around with one headphone in.
Not even suspicious.
"Improvisation is not my strong suite," Ren sighed.
"Do we just stay here while he goes in or…" Weiss asked.
"Maybe..." I thought for a moment. "No, better to be close. We'll find a restaurant or hang-out. We'll be nearby," I assured Ren.
He breathed in and out meditatively but said nothing. I thought maybe he was relieved but it was hard to tell with Ren.
Nora seemed to actually know and reached out and touched his sleeve. "You'll do fine." It was a small sign of affection but was made larger by Ren's silence. Yang even looked away from the two of them.
He gave her a single martial nod.
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"So this is what the lower levels are like?" Nora wondered. "Bit of a mess, isn't it?"
"Jaune's been hanging out down here?" Weiss asked. We watched a dust bomb get sold over a counter like a candy bar. "Alone?"
"Qrow's been with him. For the most part," I defended. It wasn't like Jaune had been waltzing around by himself. He'd been pushing my handicapped uncle around. Which, okay, I saw Weiss's point.
In a fight, Jaune would have been basically alone. I suppose he had been, too, that day he killed someone again. My uncle wouldn't have been able to do anything other than watch.
I really needed to talk to him.
He'd acted comfortable down here in the lower levels. I knew he had some criminal background but as I watched weapons freely exchange I couldn't help but wonder what I'd been consigning him to. Had he really been relaxed down here. I know Yang looked like she was feeling fine but I could tell her skin was crawling from how much she was looking around. Jaune would get an entirely different kind of attention than Yang would, I knew that, but still.
I'd just been relaxing above and never knew. Never even gave it much thought. I'd been baking cookies for God's sake and Jaune had been here with people baking bombs. I wasn't sure I wanted to think about what Malachites' bar was like and beyond.
I mean he had killed somebody in a bar fight.
I really, really wanted to talk to him.
We found the Honey Bee Inn. A multi floored white building with many bright signs and neon hearts near the entrance. We tried not to stand outside and gawk at the place we'd be infiltrating in all our own bright colors.
We found a bar across the street and Yang walked in with a confident look. She lowered her shades and looked around and no one asked us for our IDs. I mean Nora, Weiss, and I were short enough that I was sure the guy behind the counter had questions. On the whole though, he didn't seem to mind so long as we paid upfront. Which we did.
I meagerly sipped the alcoholic drink Yang had ordered for me with a grimace and tried to keep a clear head. Ren marched into the Honey Bee Inn with his wiretap turned on and connected to Nora's scroll set to the speaker which sat in the middle of the table.
"I'm in." Ren murmured. "There's a bar inside and… and a bunch of girls. They're not wearing much."
"Well you're in the right place." Yang reassured dryly.
"Eyes to yourself sonny." Nora warned. I was glad she was at least having a good time. Or having something.
"Get yourself a drink, look casual," I advised.
"Roger that." Okay well if he kept saying 'roger that' outloud his cover was blown. "What should I order? I've never been in a bar before."
"Just a whiskey or vodka. You're a big guy," Yang informed him.  
"Is prostitution even legal here?" Weiss asked the table. That seemed like a fact worth knowing.
"Probably not," Yang enunciated each syllable slowly.
"The girls are just acting like waitresses," Ren muttered. "Vodka." He said a little louder.
"On the rocks." Yang continued.
"On the rocks." Ren echoed. He figured that she was giving him instruction awfully fast for somebody who professed to not think fast on their feet.
"No one would order one dry," Yang went on. "Just relax and trust me."
We heard Ren sigh through the microphone and I could imagine him nodding. Yang had street smarts that would help with this. There was a reason we wanted to get her alone in a room with Corneo.
"Do you have a plan to get their outfits?" Weiss asked.
"Maybe." Yang's gaze flickered over to Nora.
"Well don't leave us in the dark, spit it out already." Nora exclaimed.
"Ren, when a waitress comes up to you tell her you like the outfits but that you have a girlfriend. Tell her you have a fetish for it or whatever."
"What?" Nora wondered.
"You can't be serious." Weiss wasn't in either.
"I don't know that I can do that." Ren told the microphone.
"So what? That he just wants to, like, buy one?" I asked. The concept seemed so foreign.
"Why not?" Yang wondered.
"Actually…" Weiss weighed in. "This could work."
"That's what I'm saying. He likes the outfit just not any girl in there in one. It's the perfect excuse. It's shady, it's kinky, and he's willing to pay cash. That should be pretty normal."
I wondered for a second if Jaune ever wanted me to dress up like something. We were so fresh into things that it wasn't like we needed to spice anything up. I felt my face flush slightly at the pleasant memories. Thoughts for another time.
"Okay." Ren breathed. "Okay. I'll give it a try."
"Well we really only get one shot at it. Don't mess up." Yang gave him the business. "And try to get more than one. Tell them you have more than one girlfriend."
Weiss gave her a look.
"What? Being poly isn't as rare as people make it seem. Especially here in Mistral. People are pretty open minded in this part of the world."
"I-I suppose." Weiss stuttered out. She got this way about stuff like this. Weiss was somebody I could talk to about anything, we were besties like that, but that doesn't mean I'd actually talk to her about anything, we were besties like that, I suppose.
"It's not like that in Atlas, then," I asked.
Weiss shook her head.
"Sounds uptight, ice queen. You don't need any of that." Yang stretched her bionic arm over her head, getting at her back a little.
"Hey!"
"How are you doing handsome?" A woman's voice crackled through Nora's phone. "Can I get you anything?"
"Yeah, um you see the thing is I have some friends, who are girls, girlfriends, even." Ren stuttered out. "And we were wondering if we, well, I was wondering, anyways, if I could buy a pair off of you guys. See I'm sort of into the look, if you understand."
"I see…" the girl's voice came through. "How many girlfriends a guy like you have? The good looking huntsman type."
"Ah…" I could practically hear Ren thinking furiously. "Four? Four."
I mean we'd told him to go for as many as possible.
"How much money you got?" The woman whispered conspiratorially. "I think I can help you out."
"Tell her we'll pay a hundred fifty for each outfit." Yang pumped a fist.
Ren did some quick math. "Um I'll pay you six hundred Lien."
"No, no, sweetheart. How much money do you have? "
I heard Ren swallow through the mic.
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"She made me open my wallet and everything." Ren bemoaned. "I'm out two grand!"
"Easiest money she ever made." Yang laughed. Ren had delivered with a box full of these honey-bee costumes. They had fuzzy bras with bright blue wings on the back. They came with these black and yellow striped bottoms which did not leave much to the imagination. The outfits left the midriff exposed, Ren was right, the girls inside were not wearing much.
The two pieces weren't that much more exposing than a swimsuit, I supposed. I held one up to my own body.
We were back in our hideout rental, and digging through the box Ren had made out with. He was holding his face in his hands while Nora patted his shoulder.
"I gave her your heights and I think she just guessed, I'm not sure how well they'll fit unless there's something about girls I don't know about."
"Oh. There's a lot you don't know about girls." Nora kept pating his shoulder. "That isn't one of them, though."
"I think she did decent." Yang said holding up the largest set to herself. "These bras are a bit on the one-size fit all kind. No matter if you show some underboob, sideboob, or cleavage. Kinda the point, even. Just need the important bits to be covered up. Y'all might have to do some switching, though."
"What did I miss?" Oscar came around a corner. He saw Yang holding up the fuzzy cups and round bottoms and said aloud. "Oh my Gods."
"Oh please." Yang threw the bra and bottom over her shoulder, she flicked her waist-length yellow hair back at the same time. "I'm not even wearing it yet. I will rock this."
I thought Oscar was about to burst a blood vessel, his face went so red. I giggled a little at his awestruck look.
Yang's hair went with it better than mine and Nora's would but I thought Weiss's would do fine. She cheated though, her hair looked nice in everything. Especially something like this where the white would contrast with the black.
I imagined it now, looking more silver than white, petite breasts covered with the little fuzzy cups and felt heat climb up my neck.
I shook it off as Jaune walked in. He was wiping his face off with his shirt, forehead sweat, mostly. His shirt went up and the heat came back, riding all the way up my face as I got a good look at his stomach and a bunch of warm pleasant memories rushed me.
I sighed when I saw the beginnings of the massive scars and his shirt lowered.
I felt like slapping myself awake. Maybe that alcoholic drink had left me more dazed than I pleased but the warmth felt nice.
"Jaune!" I shouted, holding the outfit up still. I watched his eyes go wide and an adorable blush ride him up. I grinned which only faded slightly as Qrow rode up behind him.
"Where," Jaune enunciated, "did you guys get your hands on those."
"The Honey Bee Inn of course!" Nora exclaimed.
"Right. The bee stuff should have tipped me off."
"What do you think?" I asked, holding the outfit over me.
"Yeah Jaune?" Nora bullied. "What's on your mind?"
"Um…" he managed cutely. Yang was right, I wasn't even in the thing. I already felt… powerful in a way. I kinda liked it.
"Eyes to yourself kid." Qrow grunted. "That's my niece you're looking at."
"I'm getting a good look, too." He was still staring. He was staring hard enough to make me blush some more and when someone looked away it was me. He looked at me like he was hungry. It had been a little while. I suppose I sort of invited it on us with how I'd gotten his attention.
"Yeah?" Qrow asked. His gaze flickered between us, like he was figuring something out, he rolled his eyes and muttered about kids. "Well we learned some shit about the Don you're probably not going to like."
"He likes new girls. They hire on new staff every time he visits the Honey Bee Inn. He gets bored fast and he likes virgins," Jaune said.
"Wow, who'd you have to beat up to learn about that?" Nora asked.
"Some guys. They were obstinate," Jaune said. He looked his knuckles over and I noticed the skin was rolled like he'd been punching something hard. Probably skin over bones. "And over what was basically gossip, no less. Still it should help with the plan. Slipping some of you girls in next time he's around. You'll go unnoticed if you mix with the new staff."
I had to wonder what he had been up to while this time I was out with the gals drinking. It seemed he'd outdone me again in his commitment to the cause.
I fumed silently and lowered the clothes.
"It's as good a plan as any." Weiss folded her own brassiere and bottoms over one arm.
"You're going in too, Weiss?" Jaune asked.
Weiss said, "I suppose I am. The plan was to get as many of us in as possible, right?"
Jaune just nodded and shot me a sideways glance. His concern did him credit but I needed to be in there. Boots on the ground, so to speak. Good thing the getup didn't come with heels or I'd be screwed.
They came with these fuzzy shoes.
"Well this is better than just Yang and I going in, and you boys get to see us in these." Nora leaned back. "Win, win."
Jaune shot a look over to his comrade in testosterone on the couch. "What did you guys do to Ren?"
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-WG
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