#ch 8

[protege-not-protagonist]

Here's a meme for the next chapter

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[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough, Ch 8

Some hints that Isabella's affection for Catherine may not be all that it seems, starting with this, "Isabella having gone through the usual ceremonial of meeting her friend with the most smiling and affectionate haste" and then Isabella taking an entire three minutes to abandon her friend to dance.

I love this part:

She could not help being vexed at the non-appearance of Mr. Thorpe, for she not only longed to be dancing, but was likewise aware that, as the real dignity of her situation could not be known, she was sharing with the scores of other young ladies still sitting down all the discredit of wanting a partner. To be disgraced in the eye of the world, to wear the appearance of infamy while her heart is all purity, her actions all innocence, and the misconduct of another the true source of her debasement, is one of those circumstances which peculiarly belong to the heroine’s life, and her fortitude under it what particularly dignifies her character. Catherine had fortitude too; she suffered, but no murmur passed her lips.

This sentiment is so real, it's like assuring the waitress that you aren't at the café alone and your boyfriend is coming. Catherine wants people to know that she has a partner! She's not unselected and unknown. It doesn't matter that she may never see these people again, the disgrace is real.

Then worse (!) she finally sees Mr. Tilney again but she can't dance with him! The horrors! I love how Catherine doesn't fall for the "mistakes sibling for spouse" trope, which continues to happen in fiction to this day, but instantly realizes that Henry is with his sister.

Thorpe finally appears (ug) and he doesn't have any good excuse for keeping Catherine waiting. However, this reminds me of three other men:

of the horses and dogs of the friend whom he had just left, and of a proposed exchange of terriers between them

We know that Mr. Rushworth of Mansfield Park also annoyed a woman by talking too much of horses (his "sport" would include this) and dogs:

Maria, with only Mr. Rushworth to attend to her, and doomed to the repeated details of his day’s sport, good or bad, his boast of his dogs, his jealousy of his neighbours, his doubts of their qualifications, and his zeal after poachers, subjects which will not find their way to female feelings without some talent on one side or some attachment on the other Mansfield Park, Ch 12

Also, Sir John and Willoughby are arranging the exchange of some terriers:

Such a scoundrel of a fellow! such a deceitful dog! It was only the last time they met that he had offered him one of Folly’s puppies! and this was the end of it! Sense & Sensibility, Ch 32

Now I'm sure a big part of these quote aligning is just the era and being gentry, them with their fancy horses and fancy dogs, but both Rushworth and Sir John notably can't really talk to women, I think we can easily argue that Thorpe is in the same camp. And inconsiderate Tom Bertram delayed another woman from dancing with concern about horses:

He came towards their little circle; but instead of asking her to dance, drew a chair near her, and gave her an account of the present state of a sick horse, and the opinion of the groom Mansfield Park, Ch 12

The real problem here is that men are putting their concerns above doing a duty or a kindness to a woman. Sir John gets away with his devotion to hunting because he is very kind and accommodating otherwise, but John Thorpe, Mr. Rushworth, and Tom Bertram especially really show their selfishness and self-absorption in these scenes.

ANYWAY, joy of joys, Catherine is introduced to Eleanor Tilney, who seems like 10,000,000% more rational and genuine than Miss Thorpe:

Her manners showed good sense and good breeding; they were neither shy nor affectedly open; and she seemed capable of being young, attractive, and at a ball without wanting to fix the attention of every man near her, and without exaggerated feelings of ecstatic delight or inconceivable vexation on every little trifling occurrence.

Catherine does not immediately become friends with Eleanor, but engages in the very small talk that Henry spoofed back in Ch 3.

The faithless "faithful Isabella" reappears, but she's far too absorbed with James to really focus on Catherine, no matter what she claims. Both Catherine and Isabella refuse to dance with their partners more than once, though like Willoughby and Marianne, Isabella and James don't find new partners but instead talk with each other. Poor Catherine barely spends any time with Mr. Tilney as he got bored and danced with someone else.

Now, we know Catherine is already half in love with Henry at this point, but what is he thinking about her? He does seem to have sought her out and he asks her to dance again. This may just be polite, and he certainly feels that nothing is keeping him from finding another partner. I would say he probably enjoyed the first dance and is happy to see her again, but I doubt he's been dreaming of her...

#northanger abbey readthrough #ch 8 #northanger abbey #henry tilney #eleanor tilney #john thorpe #james morland #isabella “faithful” thorpe

[every-orochimaru]

#naruto gaiden #ch 8 #orochimaru #everyorochimaru

[petri808]

Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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*Special holiday chapter*

“Uwah!” 

Lucy’s excited giggle pierced the cold night air as she held out her hands to catch the snow falling around her. It’s not very often that Tokyo receives snow, maybe a couple times in a season and rarely enough to blanket the ground. On the sidewalk around her, other tokyoites scurry past uninterested in a young girl’s childish antics for it is two days before Christmas Eve and there are errands to run. She grinned at Natsu before looking towards the sky and closing her eyes for a moment while the cold little drops of snow flurries touched her skin. He merely chuckled as a warm smile graced his lips. It never failed to amaze Natsu each time the woman did something to make him fall in love all over again. But here she was, her face bathed in the artificial glow of store signs looking like an ethereal angel. 

This was their first winter after graduating from high school when nothing was yet set in stone and the rest of their lives laid before them. Once Natsu turned 20, he already knew that his father wanted him to succeed as the Oyabun, but he wasn’t ready to be a boss of their yakuza group just yet. He’s still young! And as he watched his girlfriend catching snowflakes, it only steeled his desire to focus on love not business… especially because Lucy is opposed to him becoming the boss. He held back a sigh and put on a smile as she grabbed his hand again to continue walking down the avenue. 

“Did you order the meal from KFC?” Lucy queried.

“Of course,” Natsu lifted their conjoined hands, kissing the back of her knuckles. “I even ordered your favorite cake from the patisserie.” 

“Mmm,” she bounced up placing a quick peck on his cheek. “You take such good care of me,” she cooed and snuggled to his side.

‘I’d kill for you,’ Natsu mumbled in his head. “I wanna give you everything kitten. I’ll always protect and take care of you.”

He knew that she knew exactly what those words meant… and it only added to her opposition. It wasn’t that Lucy was against him being the boss, what she’s really annoyed with is the whole boys club aspect of the yakuza. Natsu didn’t blame her for feeling the way she did, hell one of the things that attracted him was her strength. People often assumed Lucy was just another pretty girl who traded on her looks and lacked in intelligence, but they’re dead wrong. Picture it. The woman who was just minutes ago childly catching snowflakes was always in the top 10 percent of exams and was accepted into Tokyo University, one of the toughest universities to get into for business. Beautiful, brilliant, and feisty. He loved her so much… It’s because of that love that he didn’t want her joining the yakuza. 

Time to change the subject.

“Hey, I was thinking we should go to an onsen after visiting the shrine for New Year’s.” Natsu suggested. “We haven’t visited one in a while.”

“That would be nice, a trip before I start college.”

Natsu kissed her temple. “I’ll book a room with a private onsen.” 

The couple spent a sweet and savory Christmas Eve together at Natsu’s apartment, cuddling under the covers for most of the evening. He lived in a one-bedroom flat on the 26th floor of a high-rise apartment building where the nighttime views of Tokyo were beautiful. Outside the picture window, snow flurries fell and swirled through the air, catching on the light coming from the apartment before disappearing into the darkness. A few scattered buildings around the city were lit up for the holiday season making them stand out in the skyline. These really were the best times, when they could forget the world and all the responsibilities of life that lay beyond the front the door. Here in their own little heaven, where they made the rules, it was always sad to leave it. 

The next morning, Lucy went home with plans to hang out with her best friend Levy because Natsu had to deal with some end of year matters for the organization. No matter, it’s just five days until they’ll leave for their trip. He really hated being apart from her for more than a couple days, but he knew he better get used to it. Once Lucy started school, there will be times she needed to focus on projects and exams that may keep them apart for weeks at a time. He too may have problems that pop up that he needed to deal with. As the current first lieutenant it’s his responsibility to take care of matters before they escalated and required the boss to get involved. 

Finally, the 30th arrived. Natsu picked Lucy up from her apartment and they headed out in his car to an onsen located in the Saitama region. It’s about an hour’s drive, but the route is scenic once they leave Tokyo with forested land flanking many sections of the highway. During the autumn, the colors… all the reds, yellow, and orange leaves are pleasing to the eye, now those trees lay barren, and the pines are blanketed with piles of snow. Mountains of white wintergreens gleaming in the mid-afternoon sunlight.         

The ryokan Natsu chose was a mid-sized inn tucked away from the nearby city. Its design featured traditional Japanese style accommodations from tatami floors to pillowy futon mattresses, complimentary yukata robes, and in-room dining services. There are sliding shoji doors that led to a private deck and covered onsen bath that’s open to the outside. It’s a perfect hotel if you’re looking for a cozy, intimate getaway, and that’s exactly what Natsu wanted to spoil his girlfriend with before school stress began. Let Lucy start off the new year relaxed and sated. 

“Of course, I’m being clingy,” Natsu teased as they walked towards the guest room after check in. “It’s been a week.” He wrapped his arms around Lucy’s waist making it difficult for her to walk, but as much as she grumbled through gritted smiles, he won’t let go. The poor attendant carrying their luggage must’ve been so uncomfortable. 

The moment the door closed behind them… “Okay! Okay!” Lucy shrieked and clawed at the arms cinched around her waist. “So embarrassing!”

“Oww! Oww!” Natsu laughed as he finally let go. “Sorry kitten, I’ll leave the affection for behind the scenes.” Lucy rolled her eyes though there’s no malice in her expression, so Natsu still considered it his win. He kissed her cheek. “I’m just happy.” He kissed her cheek again. “Can you blame me?”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed. “No…” 

Yup, definitely his win.

The couple changed into the more comfortable yukata robes and hapi coats before venturing outside. For the three hours before the dinner service would be served, they spent it walking around the hotels zengarden and tea house. It’s a beautifully maintained garden replete with a koi pond that had a wooden bridge that crossed it, several intersecting pathways to follow, benches along the way to rest, and a couple of gazebo structures to enjoy the tranquility of nature. There’s a very light snow fall during the walk, but without much of a breeze the chill factor is tolerable. Natsu couldn’t remember the last time he’s been in a garden like this one. It might have been during a school trip. Had he held hands with Lucy then like he’s doing now? Possibly. Oh well, now there’s this memory to add to the collection.

Because the hotel is smaller it doesn’t have a sit-down restaurant, so meals are delivered to the rooms by request. Guests were also allowed to order specialty menus at the time of reservation, which is the route Natsu chose. He knew Lucy’s favorite dishes and made sure they were included. For dinner he’d chosen a mix of options. A chirashi bowl of sushi rice covered in a variety of fish, scallop, shrimp, and eel sliced thin in sashimi style. Braised pork belly coated with a sticky teriyaki sauce. Red miso soup with wakame seaweed, tofu, and scallion. Shrimp and vegetable tempura, and lastly for dessert, strawberry mochi ice cream drizzled with sugar glaze and kinako powder. The resident sake master included a top line junmai daiginjo sake to go with the meal. Everything was delicious. 

Now that their bellies are full and the sake has mellowed them, it was the best time to relax away the rest of the evening. They took turns taking a quick bath before slipping into the onsen. Natsu went in first. 

“Finally,” he teased from the steaming waters. “I was starting to worry you fell asleep in the bathroom.”

Lucy kneeled next to the edge with the towel wrapped around her body and her hair tied up in a loose bun. “I have a surprise to show you first.”

“Oh?” Natsu shifted his body to rest his elbows on the edge.

She turned around, still on her knees, then let the towel drop down to her waist to reveal her back. “I got it on the 26th so it’s still healing.” Lucy twisted her neck so she could see him. “What do you think?” Then before he started to respond, she let go of the towel and joined him in the water. 

Natsu prompted Lucy to sit with her back to him so he could look at it closer. “It’s a beautiful tattoo, fits you perfectly.” He ran his fingers over the soft, fluid line work that graced her upper back. Top to bottom it covered half of her back, perfectly centered over her spine with the wingspan stretching over her shoulder blades. He couldn’t quite place the style, a touch of whimsy, fantasy, maybe even tribal and the design was part butterfly, fairy, and angelic in its beauty. “Very delicate, perfect for a woman, but why wings?”

Lucy turned back to him. “Because you often call me kitten or angel, so when Levy and I visited the tattoo shop and I saw this design I decided to go with it.” She caressed his cheek and placed a pressured lingering kiss on his lips. “Now I’m forever your angel.”

Natsu pulled her onto his lap so she’s straddling his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist with hands draping over her lower curves. The steaming waters chased away the winter chill, while Lucy’s lithe body is framed by the lightly falling snow behind her and the overhead light created a haloed glow around her blonde hair. Just, breathtaking… and it’s all his. He grinned and returned the kiss in kind letting his forehead rest against hers, “Damn right your mine, and I’ll never let you go.” 

Snap Snap Snap “Boss? Oi Natsu, why the hell are you staring at the kids?”

“Kids?” Natsu’s eyes blinked and slowly readjusted from daydreaming. That’s right, the restaurant they ate dinner at was across from a park decorated with lights for the holiday season. He was waiting outside while Gray settled the bill when he noticed a young woman bathed in lights looking at the sky while two children, presumably hers, were laughing a few feet away as they made snow angels in the snow. Did he just flash back to a decade-old memory? The second he realized where he was, he turned around to address Gray. “I um, was just remembering how we used to make snow angels too as kids. Remember, Gray?”

Gray’s brow raised in suspicion, “not really, but whatever. I paid so let’s go.”

“Right…” Natsu glanced back to the park one last time before falling in step with his lieutenant. He’d almost forgotten that memory, but how could he. “My angel,” he muttered under his breath and gained another weird look from Gray. 

With the shinnenkai end of year celebration party coming up in a couple more weeks, Natsu had been too busy preparing to notice all the Christmas seasonal decorations around the city. Though a western thing, it was becoming more and more accepted as a secular holiday, especially in the bigger cities. But that wasn’t the issue of the moment. He really loved it when Lucy got that tattoo because he thought that it meant she’d accepted a future with him— Oh, how wrong he’d been because that was the year they broke up and ten years later he still wasn’t exactly sure why.  

“You go on in Gray, I’ll be in shortly.” They’d arrived back at the office building, but Natsu wasn’t ready to go in just yet. 

Natsu pulled the collar of his coat tighter to his neck to brace against a small gust of chilly wind. Lately his and Lucy’s current relationship as rivals was starting to wear on him mentally and it was getting harder and harder to control his emotions surrounding her. Guess ten years of pining really will drive a person insane. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky to allow the little white flurries to chill his skin. Somehow, some way he’ll win his angel back and finally fulfill the wish he’d made at the shrine all those years ago. ‘I said it didn’t I Luce,’ he smiled to himself. ‘I’ll never let you go…’

#nalu #nalu winter wonderland 2022 #nalu fan fiction #fairy tail #nalu fanfiction #we'll take back heaven #ch 8 #special holiday chapter #petri808

[tikus-library]

"Chasing Pumpkin"

Sand Castle AU - Chapter 8

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Characters: Plus!Reader "Pumpkin" x Syverson

Posted: April 28th

WARNINGS: mentions of physical/ mental/ emotional abuse

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There was a ringing.

"-ey… Y/N? Hey, hey, go slowly…"

You felt his large calloused hand cupping your head carefully, helping you sit up straight, "who…?" You needed to open your eyes, that was the rational thing to do. Then you remembered… his grin stretching as your breaths became smaller, the area slowly closing in on you. "Pri–!" you scrambled back, shoving his hand away, a small strangled noise crawling out of you as you finally opened your eyes and connected with vibrant blue.

Syverson's brows snapped together as he stilled, hands held out in front of him as he stayed crouching, he knew that kind of reaction, seen it in so many friends. The panic that set in when they first woke even weeks after a traumatizing event. This was the same, yet different. And he remembered Lulu's words.

"..and she had a bad year with that abusive ex boyfriend of hers.."

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#chasing pumpkin #ch 8 #captain syverson #x plus! reader

[fandombros]

I never realized how much it would bother me that youngsters won't understand references/older stuff anymore. Zack doesn't know Leroy Jenkins but i guess he woulda been like 2 at the time lol. I went back to school a few years after I graduated but my classmates already don't know what a landline is. Stop making me feel old when I'm not even 30 yet lol

#zachary ying and the dragon emperor #zachary ying #live reading #ch 8 #reference #leroy jenkins #world of warcraft #damn

[every-sakura]

#naruto #vol 2 #ch 8 #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #prologue #background appreciation

[princessofpatras]

Chapters: 8/? Rating: Mature Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Catholic School, Catholic Guilt, Modern AU, Auguste Lives (Captive Prince), Teenage Rebellion, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Physical Abuse, Therapy, Homophobia, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Jokaste is a journalist, Auguste survived the war, Slow Burn

Summary:

“He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what is in the darkness, and the light dwells with him” (Daniel 2:22).

In the span of one year, Laurent lost everything; his parents, his best friend, his brother, his innocence. What waited for him in the shadow of his grief presented itself as love. It takes Laurent three years to figure out that it’s not. He teeters now on the cusp of revelation, nudged along by Auguste’s return from war and by a budding romance, but will it be enough to pull Laurent out of the shadow?

#lykmc #captive prince #captive prince fanfic #my writing #laurent of vere #auguste of vere #damianos of akielos #l #capri #catholic high school au #ch 8

[ri-afan]

Jesus Christ, Saiki

#saiki k #ch 8 #screencaps #manga #suicidal mention

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 8

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Characters: Brock Rumlow, reader, OC!characters

Posted: Aug 13th

A/N: I hope yall like this chapter! All mistakes are my own.

WARNINGS: fluff? A bit of angst but not really?

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"So, how many have you replaced?" Shelly asked, there was a lull in the crowd, giving you time to chat.

Your schedule had somewhat returned to normalcy, Brock assuring you that books would be there and that you shouldn't work yourself to death to replace them. He was right, but seeing your bookcases empty made your heart sad. "The entire first series," you answered with a smile, and held up a paperback which you had managed to find on sale, which had been a stroke of luck. It had finished the first series and it had been one of your favorites by Ophelia.

Shelly hummed as she leaned back in her seat, "well, I need you to close your eyes." You narrowed your eyes at her and she made a face prompting you to do as she asked. You listened to her rustle around a bit until she sang out to open your eyes.

"Waiiiit!" Blake screeched as he slid to a halt beside you, both held out books for you. You took them and sat speechless for a moment.

"No crying and we already spent the money so you cannot say anything about it. Plus, we owe you, so just shush." Shelly said decisively.

You nodded and hugged the books prompting the two to laugh.

Blake nudged your shoulder. "How's the guy?"

"The guy? Uhh.. B-Brock?"

He snickered as he leaned against the counter and nodded. "What other guy?"

The guy.

After you had cracked your head on his chin you had told him that a hug was the best thing for you and every morning since when you walked in with your coffee first thing he would be right around the corner.

Brock would step into your space and wrap his arms around you wordlessly, your face would warm but you quickly tucked your arms around his torso and squeezed with all your might, unable to control the smile that stretched from ear to ear as you plastered your face to his chest.

"He's uhhh, out…" you felt your chest warm as both of your friends stared at you. "He's been out on a mission for the last week…" it had sucked, going from getting a hug every day to nothing. You grabbed at your coffee before your phone dinged.

BR: be back tomorrow

You stared at your phone in amazement, had he heard you talking about him? You looked around before remembering you had an audience. "Don't say anything!"

"Brock and Y/N sitting in a tree-"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G-" Blake cut in.

"No, but it's cute!" Shelly assured you with a grin, "he's like such a badass but he's super sweet to you."

Blake nodded, "not that we could do much but we were planning on making his life hell if he was messing with you."

Shelly nodded, "imagine getting insane amounts of mail sent to your office and not knowing why?" She pointed, matter of factly to you with a nod.

You shook your head with a laugh, Brock wouldn't be bothered by that, if anything he would just dump it on someone else's desk. But it made your heart happy, you had gone from living in a nightmare to having two best friends and then there was Brock.

Brock who glared and snarled at everyone but 'begrudgingly' gave you hugs in the mornings. He dropped food off at your desk without a word and hurried off before you could say anything, you had even met the team he was in charge of; they were a rowdy bunch, curses flowing easily, elbows finding space in each others ribs, they even gave Brock a ton of shit about hiding you. Shelly was flirted with and Blake even got attention, the guys shoving him playfully from one to the other till Brock tugged him from the group with a growl.

And then there was the fact that he texted you he would be back tomorrow.

The only problem was the Harris guy who had bumped into you twice since Brock had been away. You hadn't thought much of it when you first encountered him, his shoulder slamming into yours and nearly knocking you off your feet. He had snickered before apologizing and leaving you.

The second time you had landed on your hands and knees, papers scattered this way and that.

"Clumsy bitch," he had guffawed before running off.

You sighed and wondered how to deal with it? You couldn't get Brock involved, not with the way he handled things, you couldn't get him in trouble.

"Will he be back soon?" Shelly asked, bringing you out of your thoughts as Blake reached across to help a person out.

You nodded.

"You gonna get him something?"

"Get him someth-?" You hadn't thought about it, but now that you did it would be the best idea.

**

He bounced his knee, he was ready to be back. A week away hadn't felt like an eternity before. The mission was a success, of course it had been, his strike team was the best, he demanded it.

There were a couple bruises but nothing that wouldn't heal.

His team of six were in high spirits, a little tired but nothing some R&R couldn't help. The jet landed and they stepped off, eager to hit the lockers, get cleaned up and head back to their places to relax finally.

He stopped as he spotted you.

Harris was a full head taller than you, looming over you, broad shouldered, and yet you stood your ground and glared up at the man holding a Tupperware away and behind you. He reached out around you and you finally took a few steps back.

"Boss, isn't that your girl?"

His girl?

He paused, "yup."

"She holding tupperware?"

Brock grunted, "yup."

"Looks Iike enough for us."

Brock nodded, another grunt and it was instant, the men's chatter ceased and the atmosphere became charged. They followed as he made a beeline to you.

**

"That for me?"

You shook your head and kept both hands firmly on the large Tupperware container. You had stayed up last night to bake dark chocolate and blueberry cupcakes. After asking around you had learned the men would devour the things, apparently they had no qualms about stuffing their faces with sweets. Who was gonna stop them?

"C’mon, you need to apologize to me, I think that there container would be enough."

You bit back tears, "why are you doing this?"

He leaned over you with a smirk, "why? Sweetie-"

"Don't call me sweetie, I am not your anything!"

Harris grinned, "I like that, you haven't gone running off like I thought you would. So, how bout you hand that over to me and we will be even."

You felt a shiver run through your entire being as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, your feet slightly off the floor. You planted a hand on the bottom of his jaw and shoved as hard as you could, surprisingly the large oaf disappeared and you landed on your feet. You stared at your hand in disbelief turning to come face to face with Brock.

"There you are."

You gripped the tupperware in both hands, relief washing over you quickly followed by curiosity, where had Harris gone to? You grimaced as you wondered if Brock had seen the man handling you?

"I- uhh… BROCK!"

He stifled a grin as you slapped a hand over your mouth. "You came to greet me?"

You nodded and surreptitiously looked around, no sign of Harris. Where had the man gone off to? "I, I made… cupcakes for you and your team," and suddenly you felt foolish, would these big guys really eat cupcakes?

"What kind?" He watched your gaze drop, your smile shook, your nose was a little red. "Show me."

You jumped at his gruff voice, looked up to find him standing with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised. You nodded and opened the container, snatching a chocolate one out quickly. "It took me all night to make enough but- well not ALL night-" Your face reddened and Brock watched as you stammered. You were rambling, you were rambling and he hadn't said anything, you couldn't look him in the face. "I should just…" you squeaked as he leaned down and took half of the cupcake in a single bite, right from your hand.

Hrs caught hold of your wrist to keep you from back peddling while he chewed and swallowed. It was delicious, thick dark chocolate, topped with a sweet light chocolate icing.

Your heart thundered in your ears as he unwrapped the rest of it and ate it from your palm, your mouth falling open as he licked icing from your thumb and pointer before tossing the wrapped into the bin nearby.

"Damn boss."

"Yeah boss!"

"Right in front of everyone in the bay!"

Mortification ripped through you, you had been so preoccupied you had forgotten where you were. You had even forgotten about the problem that had been present before Brock had shown up.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled, fingers still secured around your wrist.

"Hey Y/N..?" The blond, Benny if you remembered right, stepped closer, "that… cupcakes?"

You nodded before smiling, "I made enough for all of you!"

The men cheered and Brock managed to grab one more before the Tupper was pulled with happiness from your hands.

"Hey!" He barked, the men stopping before they could escape with their treats. "The trash?"

"Oh… the Widow asked for it!" They grinned broadly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Trash?"

Brock swung his honey brown eyes back to you, "don't worry bout it yeah? No Barbie or Ken today?" He asked before he started off, easily dragging you behind him and stuffing the cupcake into his mouth.

You stared after the group of men that seemed to be bickering over the treats and finally looked back to Brock. More importantly, at his hand wrapped around your wrist, looking away as you remembered the feel of his tongue on your skin and how that had gone straight down your spine to your belly.

Your heart fluttered.

What was that?

**

"Hey…the boss' girl? "

"Yeah? What about her?"

"But is she really?" The men turned to watch as Brock dragged you behind him.

"Has he taken her out on a date?"

The group feel silent, munching on the cupcakes.

"We gotta do something."

"Mmm."

"No way that guy knows how to handle a girl like that."

"No, no, she's sassy!! The boss likes that about her!"

The men cracked up, shoving each other.

"She nearly melted into the floor cause he ate out of her hand!"

"Do ya think she even realizes?"

"Fuck…"

"Hey… do ya think the Widow left any of that little bitch?"

"Shit, no more cupcakes-"p

"Let's go beat up on Harris…"

"YEAH!"

#bullish #ch 8 #brock rumlow #brock x reader #avengers au #idiots #these two are idiots #but theyre getting there..

[imberlae]

#katsuben ouji no hanayome san #hama #mujirushi shimazaki #mangacap #manga #ch 8 #hanae takashina #imberlae

[masked-alien-lesbian]

As long as PB keeps this attitude...if they try to make us feel sorry for their “tragic love” I will be sick

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The Butler

Chapter 8: Arrest

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Rating: T for Teen

“And you retaliated with death.” The Queen’s voice was calm, and collected. “And did not have the forethought to be honest with me, therefore taking advantage of me. In fact, for all I know, you are lying to me again.”

“I never meant to- your Majesty-” Eksender called.

“I will be sending word to the fae King and Queen to see if they claim you and your actions, and if they do- then we will proceed with a trial,” Queen Aikaterine said.

“As the agreement between our countries states,” Guard said as he strode forward to stand before Eksender. “Anyone betraying the peace we have wrought is allowed a fair trial, but is required to be locked away until it can begin. And in this case, you have soiled the peace, Eksender Ryber.”

Maybe Butler should slip him a little tongue, too.

Eksender scowled. “You can’t chain me-” he protested. The tips of his hair were turning a dull, muddy brown. “Or- me-”

His voice cracked.

Butler’s eyes flicked to Eksender, noticing the red that drew across his cheeks and the black in his eyes flicker. There he was. Douglas Fir, taking back his flesh now.

“As pursuant to the laws between our kingdoms, I cannot chain you with iron,” Guard replied. 

There was another clink. Butler’s eyes fixed to Guard, watching as the man undid a golden chain from around his neck. It looked so fetching against the blue, and more so as Guard wrapped it thrice around his hand. 

Blue had never really been one of Butler’s favorite colors before, but he was beginning to like it, he thought.

“The law says nothing about gold,” Guard said.

Eksender’s shoulders hunched. He took a step back. The pink of his flesh was gone now, and Butler watched as Douglas Fir turned and began to run. He ran right through the open doors of the Queen’s room, his booted feet ringing on the marble.

Idiot. He wasn’t going to get far, not with Guard on his tail.

Butler stood back, his hands on his hips as he watched Guard walk after him. Douglas leapt, his wings unfurling. With a crack, Guard vanished, only to reappear before Douglas Fir with the gold chain outstretched. He wound it around Douglas’ wrists before he could take off.

“You are coming with me, fae of the fae realms.”

Butler smirked. It showed the ugly bastard right. He looked at the Queen, holding Ilse up. “Shall I send food to the dungeons, my lady?”

“And word to the fae King and Queen if you would,” Queen Aikaterine said. “And word to the healers, for Ilse’s sake, please.”

Butler swallowed. His heart fluttered nervously in his chest. He had not considered he would have to send word to the fae royals himself. Still, after what the Queen had done, it was best not to argue. He bowed.

“As you wish, your Highness.”

It was time to send the missive and see if it would hang him. Butler was not looking forward to it.

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