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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 237. brb x oc

a/n: PROTECTIVE BRADLEY!!! (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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A seal doesn’t notice a shark approaching right away, but they know the shark is there. Beatrice,right now, was the seal. Her talking to the two baby girls was cut short when she felt a shiver run up her spine, her eyes widening but she didn’t turn around, she stayed put, keeping her hands on both girls until she heard it.

“Beatrice,what a surprise!’

Miranda.

She inhales shakily, slapping a small, yet suspicious,smile on her face before turning her torso around to face the other woman, “Miranda…” she blinks, “What…a surprise to see you here.” indeed, it was very weird to see her around,right now. Behind her was her husband…Mark? Yes, Mark, the one Rooster met at the base.

Miranda smiled politely, though there was a subtle air of smugness about her. "I was just telling Mark how I decided to try this place out. It's lovely, don't you think?"

Beatrice nodded, trying to maintain her composure. "Yes, it's a…we love this place,” she winces because of the sudden stutter, then clears her throat, “We love this food truck.”

Miranda's gaze shifted to the two baby girls within Beatrice’s reach, and she raised an eyebrow. "I see you're enjoying some family time as well. How sweet."

Beatrice felt a chill run down her spine at Miranda's seemingly innocent remark. She wasn't used to the woman being so overtly friendly, and it made her even more suspicious of their intentions.

“Yes.” she whispers, “My husband is close by too,so.” he could see that both Éowyn and Nicole were paying attention to this newcomer. Both her daughter and niece appeared to be just as suspicious as she was, “With my other niece.”

“Ohhh,right,” Miranda waves her hand, “This little one,” she points at Nicole, “That’s your baby,right?”

Beatrice nodded, her grip on Nicole and Éowyn tightening ever so slightly. She couldn't help but always feel uneasy about Miranda's sudden interest in her family, "Yep, that’s her alright.” she kept flicking her gaze to Rooster,checking if he was coming or not, but he was still waiting for their food.

Miranda's smile remained polite, but her eyes seemed to linger on the two children. "How adorable. It's always nice to see families spending time together." She then turned her attention to her husband, Mark. "Mark, did you hear that? This is Beatrice's baby and her niece. Such sweet little ones."

Mark, who had been standing a few steps behind Miranda, offered a polite nod. "Nice to meet you," he said, his tone neutral.

What the fuck.

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort in Mark's presence as well. She knew very little about him, and his reserved demeanor didn't ease her suspicions."Nice to meet you too," Beatrice replied, her smile still forced. She was determined not to show any signs of vulnerability in front of the Haltons.

Miranda, seemingly oblivious to Beatrice's unease, continued the conversation. "It's funny how life brings people together, isn't it? Just a chance encounter! At a food truck!"

"Yes, it is. We've enjoyed coming to this food truck for a while now. The food is great." she already said that before, calm down Beatrice.

Miranda's gaze shifted to the menu, as if contemplating what to order,tapping her chin in thought. "Oh, I'm not sure what to try. Do you have any recommendations?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, not wanting to seem too eager to engage in conversation,trying to busy herself by fixing Nicole’s hair . "Well, the beef tacos are delicious, and the quesadillas are quite popular."

Miranda considered the options, seemingly taking her time in making a decision. "I think I'll go with the beef tacos, then."

Mark nodded in agreement. "I'll have the same."

Beatrice glanced at Rooster, who was watching the interaction from a distance, his expression unreadable. She knew that they needed to tread carefully, especially with the Haltons.

Her husband was partially turned from the truck, elbow on the window and his other hand on his hip as his eyes narrowed, Bianca standing close by, excitedly chatting with the cook inside and unaware of what her uncle was doing. Rooster couldn’t hide the squint because it was already night time and the sunglasses would be an obvious mistake.

But he had his eyes on the two, letting out a heavy sigh when Mark approached him, a small smirk on his face, “Rooster.”

“Mark.”

The other man arched his brow, “What? How do you know my name?” he jokes, playfully punching Rooster’s shoulder - only for him to wince slightly because the other pilot was pure firm muscle - and biting back a wince, “I thought I told you to call me Hal. All my friends call me Hal.”

Rooster’s smile was tight lipped, “Sorry Hal. I just,” he shrugged, “Checked your file,” partial lies, he kinda did, “And saw your real name. What…a coincidence for you two to show up here,huh?”

Mark, or rather, Hal, chuckled at Rooster's response. "I suppose it is a bit of a coincidence," he admitted, his tone light and casual. "We just thought we'd try out this food truck, you know? Heard good things about it."

Rooster raised an eyebrow, his instincts on high alert. He couldn't help but feel that there was more to the Haltons' sudden appearance than just a desire to try the food truck. "Yeah, it's a local favorite," he replied, keeping his tone equally casual.

Bianca then looked up when she noticed the other adult. Her green eyes stared back at the man, then she pursed her lips, tugging the bottom of Rooster’s shirt to bring him to her level. He smiles at Mark, then slowly leans down, “Uncle Roos.” she whispers, cupping his ear, “Who’s that?”

“He’s a colleague of mine,Bibi. From work.”

His niece’s eyes narrowed, “...he’s weird.” she whispers quietly, “I don’t like him.”

Boy didn’t he mirror that thought.

Bradley gently patted her shoulder and nodded, “Yeah,I know.” but Mark,thankfully,was too busy checking the menu to see what they were talking about. Rooster stands up, clearing his throat as Bianca glares at the other man.

Before Rooster could say anything,it’s Mark who looks down and says something first, “And who is this little princess?’ he coos, making Bianca stand close to Rooster and narrow her eyes even more, “Aren’t you just precious? Is she one of yours,Rooster?”

“Uncle Roos isn’t my daddy.” she mutters, holding Rooster's hand.

“Ah,I see.” Mark says, ‘Well,I’m Mark.”

“Okay.” if Bianca could be even more specific about not liking a person, Rooster wouldn’t know. Because she just didn’t care about Mark that much, she just stood behind Rooster and looked at the truck instead.

“Sorry about that,” he says, “She’s a bit shy.” it was a lie, Bianca was anything but shy, but Mark didn’t know that. As he looks back into the truck to check their order- it was almost done thank God - he looks back at Mark with a small smile, “But uh, yeah you guys are trying new things then?”

“Yeah,we just don’t know much about the area.” he shrugs, “So we want to know more.”

And by some coincidence they show up the same place Rooster and Bea are? Rooster nods, smile still tight and arms crossed over his chest, ‘...I see. And where are you guys from, originally?” he knew they were from Virginia, god he was still annoyed that they were from the same state as he was, but he was playing as if he had no idea.

Mark leaned against the food truck's counter, his eyes never leaving Rooster's. "Originally, we're from Virginia," he replied casually. "But you know how Navy life is—always moving around."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his mind racing with questions. "Yep, Navy life can be quite the adventure. How are you finding San Diego so far?"

Mark's smile remained pleasant, but there was a hint of something more behind his eyes. "San Diego has been good to us," he said vaguely. "We're settling in nicely."

Bianca, who had been standing quietly behind Rooster, couldn't help but interject. "Uncle Roos, why did they come here too?"

Rooster glanced down at his niece, trying to find the right words to explain without revealing his suspicions. "They probably wanted to try the food here, just like us," he said, keeping his tone light.

Bianca wasn't entirely convinced but decided to let it go for the moment. She turned her attention back to the food truck, still wary of Mark.

“And,” Rooster shrugs, still smiling, ‘You guys have been knowing everyone around the neighborhood?”

“Oh that’s Miranda,” Mark chuckles, “I don’t really talk to people. She…said she’s trying to meet some folks, Beatrice is the first Military wife she meets here,” he smiles more, “You know she has these little dates with other wives back home? Beatrice should come visit.”

Absolutely not.

“Dates?” Rooster tilts his head, “How so?” he had to feign interest.

“I mean, you know how hard it us for us,” he gestures between the two, “And for them, they can be friends through the common thing that is our deployments.”

Rooster had the feeling that wouldn’t happen. If Miranda was like that in public, he hated to imagine it in private, even more with Beatrice. ‘Ah,well,” he clears his throat, “We’ll see, everything is kinda chaotic lately.”

Mark nodded in understanding. "I get it, life can be unpredictable. But if Beatrice ever wants to join one of those get-togethers, just let us know. Miranda would be thrilled to have her."

Rooster forced a polite smile. "Thanks, Mark. I'll pass the message along to Beatrice."

Rooster couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Mark and Miranda's presence in their lives. Their willingness to connect with military wives seemed innocent enough on the surface, but Rooster's instincts told him there was more to it.

“Maybe they even have hobbies in common.”

“Oh?”

“I mean,Miranda loves reading.” he laughs, “Beatrice loves to read, doesn’t she?”

Rooster’s smile drops for a second, “My wife has several hobbies.” he says quietly, proudly, “She is a very…multifaceted individual.”

“I also know that she works at a bar?’ Mark crosses his arms and Rooster knew where this was going already, “How is it like? Dealing with it?”

Now Rooster’s voice got a bit darker, “Dealing with what?”

Mark's probing questions were beginning to wear on Rooster's patience. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about Mark's curiosity felt invasive and unsettling.Mark leaned in closer, his tone casual but insistent. "I just mean, it must be interesting to work at a place like that. You know, with all the people and stories you come across."

Rooster's jaw clenched slightly, but he maintained his composure. "It's a job like any other," he replied tersely. "Beatrice enjoys her work, and she's great at it."

“I mean, hey,good for her man.” he smiles, “I mean, I don’t know if I’d let Miranda do–”

“Beatrice isn’t my property.” Rooster cuts him off, gently albeit with enough bite to make the other man stop. Mark's eyes widened in surprise at Rooster's stern response. The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that Rooster had drawn a line when it came to discussing Beatrice.

No one.

Talks.

About.

His wife.

"Of course, I didn't mean any offense," Mark quickly backpedaled, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I was just making conversation."

Rooster took a deep breath, his anger subsiding. He didn't want to cause a scene, especially not in a public place like this, especially when they had the kids there. "I understand, Mark," he said, his tone calmer. "But just remember, Beatrice is her own person, and she makes her own decisions. She doesn't need anyone's permission." he arches his brows “Especially not mine.”

“Well…she’s a modern woman, then?”

He could’ve just kept quiet.

And Rooster was so thankful when Carlos announced his order was up. “Bradley, here, your order hermano.” the man smiles, “And a little something for the mijita.” he hands Bianca a tiny bag filled with Mexican candy.

Rooster accepted the food from Carlos with a grateful nod, and Bianca's eyes lit up when she received the bag of Mexican candy. "Gracias, Carlos!" Rooster said with a warm smile.

Carlos grinned. "De nada, amigo. Enjoy your meal."

As they walked away from the food truck, Rooster handed Bianca a taco. "Here you go, kiddo. I hope you like it."

Bianca took a bite of her taco, savoring the flavors. "This is really good, Uncle Rooster!"

Rooster chuckled, pleased with her response, then slowly turned to face Mark, “Excuse us,Mark.” he says quietly, “Enjoy your night.” he could see that Miranda was still talking to Beatrice,still within her space.

His presence was said before Miranda could ask anything out of Beatrice, Nicole was squealing happily once she saw her father, and Bianca…well, ‘Who are you,lady?” she asks Miranda, cheek stuffed with tacos, “Why are you talking to my auntie?”

Miranda who was almost sitting down close to Beatrice stops, then looks from Bianca to Rooster, “Oh,” the tall pilot isn’t smiling, “I was just keeping Beatrice company.”

“Uh-huh.” he says, “Gorgeous,” he holds up the tray, “Got us the good stuff, you hungry?”

“Yes…Um… sorry Miranda but,” she gestures to the bench, “That’s…Rooster’s seat.”

Miranda looked slightly taken aback by Rooster's straightforward statement but quickly composed herself. "Oh!Of course!’ her smile was so tight it’d rip her face in half, “Silly me!” she stands up from the table, carefully walking around Rooster and then smiling at Beatrice, “Well! Enjoy the dinner, I’m sure it’ll be a treat!”

Rooster watched as Miranda walked away, her smile never wavering despite the tension in the air. He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as she left their vicinity. He returned to the table, taking his seat next to Beatrice, who had been observing the exchange with mild discomfort.

"Everything okay?" Beatrice asked, reaching for Nicole's hand as their daughter tried t to grab the taco from Rooster’s hand

Rooster nodded, his expression softening as he glanced at his wife. "Yeah, everything's fine, babe," he replied reassuringly. "Just a little chat with Mark."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "About what?"

Rooster hesitated for a moment, deciding how much to share, rolling his tongue inside his mouth. "Oh, just some questions he had about you and your work," he said vaguely.

“...at the bar?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

Rooster purses his lips while shaking his head, giving her food while opening everything else for the girls with the exception of Nicole, “I have no clue.” he looks over to where Mark and Miranda were, narrowing his eyes at how…strange it was. ‘But don’t worry about it now, it’s all under control.”

The brunette offered him a small smile, then squeezed his hand, “Okay.” she whispers, “Let’s just enjoy the night,yeah?”

“Of course gorgeous.” he says, kissing her forehead, “Of course.”

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susie-dreemurr · 9 months ago

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All manga Kite appearances

This info was all taken from the hxh wiki, I just didn’t want to have to scroll through hundreds of “absent” episodes to get the chapters 😭 all four categories are as listed in the wiki.

Appears

185 until 198

215, 316, 337, 339

Corpse

199, 200, 206, 222, 304, 305, 306

Flashback

1, 7, 51, 201, 203, 216, 223, 230, 262, 295, 332

Mentioned

38, 44, 64, 205, 213, 214, 217, 218, 220, 252, 259, 260, 267, 273, 286, 294, 300, 307, 320, 321, 324, 325, 335, 338

#hxh #kite hxh #Hunter x hunter #hxh manga #this list is for my own sake

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dailyanarchistposts · 2 months ago

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Footnotes, part 3

[201] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 3.

[202] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 4.

[203] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 4.

[204] Giblin, L. F., “Australia, 1930,” an inaugural lecture, delivered in the Public Lecture Theatre University of Melbourne, 28th April, 1930.

[205] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 7.

[206] Nader, Ralph, and Gordon, Jerome, “Safety on the Job,” New Republic, Copyright 1968, Harrison-Blaine of New Jersey, Inc.. Quoted from Hot War on the Consumer, Edited by David Sanford, 1969, page 179.

[207] Malthus, Thomas, “An Essay on the Principle of Population,” 1798, chapter 5.

[208] Malthus, Thomas, “An Essay on the Principle of Population,” 1798, chapter 18.

[209] Simonde de Sismondi, J. C. L., “Political Economy,” 1815, chapter 4.

[210] Simonde de Sismondi, J. C. L., “Political Economy,” 1815, chapter 7.

[211] Owen, Robert, “A New View of Society,” 1816, essay 2.

[212] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[213] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[214] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[215] Ingersoll, Robert Green, “Eight Hours Must Come,” 1877.

[216] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[217] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[218] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[219] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[220] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[221] Morgan, T.J., “Reports by Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[222] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[223] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[224] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[225] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[226] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[227] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[228] Morgan, T.J., “Testimony of Mrs. T. J. Morgan,” 1893.

[229] Inspection Committee on Manufactures on the Sweating System, “Report of the Committee on Manufactures on the Sweating System,” 1893.

[230] Inspection Committee on Manufactures on the Sweating System, “Report of the Committee on Manufactures on the Sweating System,” 1893.

[231] Kelley, Florence, “Florence Kelley’s Testimony on the Sweating System,” 1893.

[232] Kelley, Florence, “Florence Kelley’s Testimony on the Sweating System,” 1893.

[233] Kelley, Florence, “Florence Kelley’s Testimony on the Sweating System,” 1893.

[234] Kelley, Florence, “The Sweating System of Chicago,” 1893.

[235] Kelley, Florence, “The Sweating System of Chicago,” 1893.

[236] Kelley, Florence, “The Sweating System of Chicago,” 1893.

[237] Kelley, Florence, “The Sweating System of Chicago,” 1893.

[238] Kelley, Florence, “The Sweating System of Chicago,” 1893.

[239] Kelley, Florence, “First Annual Report of the Factory Inspectors of Illinois,” 1894.

[240] Kelley, Florence, “First Annual Report of the Factory Inspectors of Illinois,” 1894.

[241] Kelley, Florence, “First Annual Report of the Factory Inspectors of Illinois,” 1894.

[242] Kelley, Florence, “First Annual Report of the Factory Inspectors of Illinois,” 1894.

[243] Kelley, Florence, “First Annual Report of the Factory Inspectors of Illinois,” 1894.

[244] Crane, Stephen, “In the Depths of a Coal Mine,” 1894.

[245] Crane, Stephen, “In the Depths of a Coal Mine,” 1894.

[246] Crane, Stephen, “In the Depths of a Coal Mine,” 1894.

[247] Crane, Stephen, “In the Depths of a Coal Mine,” 1894.

[248] Crane, Stephen, “In the Depths of a Coal Mine,” 1894.

[249] Kelley, M.E.J., “The Union Label,” July 1897.

[250] Kelley, M.E.J., “The Union Label,” July 1897.

[251] Cahan, Abraham, “The Russian Jew in America,” 1898.

[252] Bakunin, Mikhail, “The Capitalist System,” Date Unknown.

[253] Working Women’s Society, “Report of the Tenement House Committee,” Date Unknown.

[254] McDowell, John, “The Life of a Coal Miner,” 1902.

[255] McDowell, John, “The Life of a Coal Miner,” 1902.

[256] McDowell, John, “The Life of a Coal Miner,” 1902.

[257] Robinson, Margaret Blake, “Among the Coal-Miners,” 1902.

[258] Robinson, Margaret Blake, “Among the Coal-Miners,” 1902.

[259] Boutwell, George S., “The Enslavement of American Labor,” 1902.

[260] Boutwell, George S., “The Enslavement of American Labor,” 1902.

[261] Poole, Ernest, “Newsboy Wanderers Are Tramps in the Making,” 1903.

[262] Poole, Ernest, “Newsboy Wanderers Are Tramps in the Making,” 1903.

[263] Poole, Ernest, “Newsboy Wanderers Are Tramps in the Making,” 1903.

[264] Chicago Tribune, “Childhood’s Golden Dreams,” 1903.

[265] Chicago Tribune, “Childhood’s Golden Dreams,” 1903.

[266] Hall, Fred S., “A Child Labor Commencement Day,” 1903.

[267] Hall, Fred S., “A Child Labor Commencement Day,” 1903.

[268] Charities, “Physicians Pass Resolutions on Child Labor,” Charities 11 (Aug. 22, 1903).

[269] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[270] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[271] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[272] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[273] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[274] Daniel, Annie S., “The Wreck of the Home: How Wearing Apparel is Fashioned in the Tenements,” 1905.

[275] Wright, R. R., Jr., “The Negro in Times of Industrial Unrest,” 1905.

[276] Wright, R. R., Jr., “The Negro in Times of Industrial Unrest,” 1905.

[277] Wright, R. R., Jr., “The Negro in Times of Industrial Unrest,” 1905.

[278] Wright, R. R., Jr., “The Negro in Times of Industrial Unrest,” 1905.

[279] Daniels, John, “Industrial Conditions Among Negro Men in Boston,” 1905.

[280] Hart, J.W., “The Church and Workingmen,” 1906.

[281] Sherman, Mary, “Manufacturing of Foods in the Tenements,” 1906.

[282] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[283] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[284] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[285] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[286] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[287] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[288] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[289] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[290] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[291] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[292] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[293] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[294] Alger, George W., “Some Equivocal Rights of Labor,” Atlantic Monthly, March, 1906. Quoted in: Van Kleeck, Mary, “Working Hours of Women in Factories,” 1906–1907.

[295] Palmer, Lewis E., “The Day’s Work of a ‘New Law’ Tenement Inspector,” 1906–1907.

[296] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Child Labor in New York City Tenements,” 1908.

[297] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Child Labor in New York City Tenements,” 1908.

[298] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Child Labor in New York City Tenements,” 1908.

[299] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Child Labor in New York City Tenements,” 1908.

[300] Van Kleeck, Mary, “Child Labor in New York City Tenements,” 1908.

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unkwn0s · 4 months ago

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Rebirth of a Star General: Chapters 201-220.

Hiii, omg it's been a long time (and we still dont have a trailer ffs) i wanted to let the translator have time for more chapters thats why i took a break but im back!!!!!!

Engaged hejue u are everything to me 🥺.

Btw guys the best translator ive found so far in english is lazygirltranslations so each post im making its thanks to her amazing work and i reccomend her if you want to read the novel.

Chapter 201: it's so priceless to me how shen muxue got completely destroyed after plotting against he yan (we will talk abt it again later) but also how xiao jue got the guts to do it in front of everyone (including smx bc he knew he yan was jealous)

Quote Chapter 201:

"The autumn moon mirrored everything, revealing one’s thoughts without hiding anything. Joy or shyness, secrets or sadness, nothing could escape the eyes of others.

No one could withstand being looked at by him with such eyes. He Yan heard her own heartbeat, “thump thump,” one sound after another. In the noisy banquet, it was clear and powerful, leaving her powerless to resist. "

AND NOW THE PART. THE REASOM WHY I READ THE NOVEL IN THE 1ST PLACE, LISTEN CLOSELY AND U WILL HEAR ME SCREAMING

QUOTE CHAPTER 201:

"In the deep autumn night, in the quiet courtyard, the Milky Way laid silently, the slanting moon climbed up the curtain, and the beautiful night was not as enchanting as someone’s captivating eyes.

He asked, “Do you like the moon?”

He Yan, dazed, answered, “… Yes.”

In the next moment, he placed a cool and smooth object in her hand. He Yan looked down, and the black jade snake-patterned ornament, once taken away by her when she was drunk, rumored to be the heirloom of the Xiao family, laid in her palm like a lifelike python.

“Now, the moon is yours.”

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Chapter 203: Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing accepting he yan. Chi wu mad at fei nu for not telling him he yan was a woman and the Liangzhou brothers finding out the truth lolz

Quote Chapter 203:

“I thought she had an androgynous appearance.” Chiwu said in a daze. “Besides, how could I believe that a woman would go to Liangzhou Garrison and throw twenty stone locks alone, beating even strong men? AND SHE ATE SO MUCH” .

Chapter 204: What calls the most for me here is what Shen Muxue father tells her after he finds out she almost got he yan beheaded over pettiness

Quote Chapter 204:

“Where you’ve gone are no fewer places than He Yan, and the people you meet may not be more than He Yan, but your vision and ideals are far inferior to hers. I don’t doubt you as a father, but after tonight, the difference between you and her is apparent. YOU ARE NOT AS GOOD AS HER”.

Chapter 204/205: He Xinying starts to doubt the circumstances of He Yans death and one of the saddest scenes happen on the temple.

btw a note: they removed he yans reborn life family and also her husband from the first lofe so i wonder which characters will fill up the gap.

Chapter 206/207: i always cry at he yans mother interactions its so tragic and heart wrenching 😢

In the next chapters we will see he yan and xiao jue investigating and how xj already knows he yan is hiding something from him.

Quote Chapter 214 and me drowning in my tears:

"He once sheltered her with an umbrella, gave her a piece of candy, and gifted her with the nonexistent moonlight. However, he didn’t know that she led such a miserable life, to the point where she couldn’t even have her true name. On moonless nights, she hid behind a mask, spending many lonely and humble years.

He saved her once but couldn’t save her the second time." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He Yans meeting w Xiao Jue's swordmaster and us nearing the truth:

Quote Chapter 215:

“Master, I don’t have a sword,” He Yan said, “I don’t even have a suitable weapon.”

“You will have one,” Lu Daichuan shook his head, the laughter in his eyes seeming to penetrate everything about her. “Your sword will return to you.” YAAAAAAAAASSSSSS SHE DAMN WILL.

“Your swordsmanship has improved a lot.”He curved his lips slightly. “Long time no see, General He.” 🫠

Quotes Chapter 216 SO MANY GOOD ONES:

“Perhaps fate took pity on me and gave me another chance.”

"Fate was cruel, but it was also mysterious. Every seemingly casual choice led to unpredictable outcomes".

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

The young man’s voice was restrained, husky, and low. “For not recognizing you immediately.”

"For a long time, it felt like she had been walking alone in the dark night, unnoticed and uncared for. No one discovered her existence, and no one cared about her joys and sorrows. There were no apologies, no cheers, and the beginning or end, joy or sorrow, were all part of her solitary story. Until one day, someone discovered her.This person in the world, the only one, was her light, the source of all her brilliance." 🫶🫶🫶💕💞💞💞💖💖

"Under the night sky, the young man’s gaze was as deep as autumn water, shedding all the coldness and sarcasm, incredibly warm.Xiao Jue smiled slightly, “Why so lacking in confidence? Even if you’ve been married, in my eyes, you’re just a girl.” He bent down slightly, gazing into her eyes.“ As for Flying Phoenix General, it doesn’t matter. I only came for He Yan.” 😭😭🫠🫠🫠😭😭🫠😭😭😭

WELL. We done a lot so far and now the fun (downfall of he rufei starts) until next post hopefully we have a teaser 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#legend of the female general #rebirth of a star general #cheng lei #zhou ye #chinese drama #cdrama #novel

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gintama-polls · 1 year ago

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One last call for nominations for the next long tournament, a favorite episode tourney.

Under the cut is the current list of entries, taken from the Gintama THE FINAL-related survey. If there's an episode not in the list below that you want included, feel free to nominate it using the above form by this Saturday, the 20th.

Entries:

1: You bastards!! Do you even have a silver soul?

3: Nobody with Naturally Wavy Hair Can Be That Bad9: Fighting should be done properly

20: Beware of conveyor belt

25: The hot-pot is a microcosm of life

32: Life Moves on like a Conveyor Belt

38: Only Children Play in the Snow

48: The More You're Alike, the More You Fight

61: On a Moonless Night, Insects Are Drawn to the Light

65: Youngsters learn the value of life from rhinoceros beetles

77: Yesterday's Enemy, After All Is Said And Done, Is Still The Enemy

87: Perform A German Suplex On A Woman Who Asks If She Or The Job Is More Important

99: Life And Video Games Are Full Of Bugs

103: There's A Thin Line Between Strengths And Weaknesses

105: It's All About The Beat And Timing

111: There's Almost A 100% Chance You'll Forget Your Umbrella And Hate Yourself For It

119: Within Each Box Of Cigarettes, Are One Or Two Cigarettes That Smell Like Horse Dung

142: Life Is A Series Of Choices

153: Sleep Helps A Child Grow

166: Two Is Better Than One. Two People Are Better Than One

175: People Of All Ages Hate The Dentist!

180: The More Precious The Burden, The Heavier And More Difficult It Is To Shoulder It

184: Popularity Polls Can…

187: It's Goodbye Once A Flag Is Set

201: Everybody's A Santa

203: Everyone Looks Pretty Grown up after Summer Break

204: Use a Calligraphy Pen for New Year's Cards

205: Meals Should Be Balanced

211: Ghosts Aren't the Only Ones Who Run Wild around Graveyards

214: Tis an Honor!

215: Odds or Even

216: I Can't Remember a Damn Thing about the Factory Tour

217: What Happens Twice Can Happen Thrice

220: The Bathhouse, Where You're Naked in Body and Soul"

230: It Would Take Too Much Effort to Make This Title Sound like a Text Message Subject

231: When You Go to a Funeral for the First Time, You're Surprised by How Happy the People Are

237: Please Take Me Skiing

241: We Are All Hosts, in Capital Letters

246: Festival of Thornies

247: Letter from Thorny

256: The Meaning of a Main Character

260: Pinky Swear

261: Unsetting Moon

264: Liquor and Gasoline, Smiles and Tears

265: Dog Food Doesn't Have As Much Flavor As You'd Think

268: An Inspector's Love Begins with an Inspection

272: A Reunion Also Brings to the Surface Things You Don't Want to Remember

273: When Compared to Time in Heaven, Fifty Years of Human Life Resembles Nothing but Dreams and Lottery Tickets

275: 9 + 1 = Yagyuu Jyuubei

282: A Phoenix Rises from the Ashes Over and Over

287: He's the Sweet Tooth, and I'm the Mayo Guy

296: Take the Initial Premise Lightly, and It'll Cost You

297: Keep Your Farewells Short

301: Ninja Village

304: Those Who Protect Against All Odds

305: Sworn Enemy

311: Jailbreak

315: Nobume

316: Farewell, Shinsengumi

320: Zura

322: Ten Years

323: Paths

326: Siblings

330: My Bald Dad, My Light-Haired Dad and My Dad`s Glasses

333: All the Answers Can Be Found in the Field

335: The Super Sadist and the Super Sadist

341: Guardian Spirits Are Also a Part of the Soul

342: Try As You Might to Make a Natural Perm Go Away, It Will Always Return

346: Geezers Carve the Things They Shouldn't Forget into Their Wrinkles

355: Rabbits Leap Higher on Moonlit Nights

356: Making a Dull World Interesting

361: The Creatures Known as Humanity

364: Two in Girl Years Is Equal to Ten in Man Years

366: Dun Dun

367: Gintama Final Ending Scamming Trial

Gintama: A New Retelling Benizakura Arc

Gintama: The Movie: The Final Chapter: Be Forever Yorozuya

Gintama The Final

#gintama #gintama episode tourney #i wanted to add a short blurb to each entry #but it made the post too long to post i think #which is depressing because it took over an hour to write them all.

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seeyounexttime · 1 year ago

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An official twitter for Rumiko Takahashi was created in 2021. From chapter 95 onward, almost every tweet about a new chapter of MAO includes a sketch of one of the pages from that chapter.

Chapter 200, page 1 (tweet: 19 Sept. 2023)

Chapter 201, page 3 (tweet: 26 Sept. 2023)

Chapter 202, page 2 (tweet: 3 Oct. 2023)

Chapter 203, page 2 (tweet: 10 Oct. 2023)

Chapter 204, page 7 (tweet: 17 Oct. 2023)

Previous: Chapters 195-199

Next: Chapters 205-209

#mao manga #nanoka kiba #mei mitazono #renji #kamon #kuchinawa #rumiko takahashi #摩緒 #rumicworld #mpgba

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bizarreintrovert · 2 years ago

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Ensemble Stars!! Main story – Spanish translation

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Prólogo y anuncio ⁠☆

1 — 2

Chapter 1 [ Underachievers ]

1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 — 7 — 8 — 9 — 10

11 — 12 — 13 — 14 — 15 — 16 — 17 — 18 — 19

20 — 21 — 22

Chapter 2 [ Troublemakers ]

23 — 24 — 25 — 26 — 27 — 28 — 29 — 30

31 — 32 — 33 — 34 — 35 — 36 — 37 — 38

39 — 40 — 41 — 42 — 43 — 44 — 45 — 46

47 — 48 — 49 — 50 — 51 — 52 — 53

Chapter 3 [ Tumultuous Times ]

54 — 55 — 56 — 57 — 58 — 59 — 60

61 — 62 — 63 — 64 — 65 — 66 — 67 — 68 — 69

70 — 71 — 72 — 73 — 74 — 75 — 76 — 77 — 78

79 — 80 — 81 — 82 — 83 — 84 — 85

82 — 83 — 84 — 85 — 86 — 87 — 88 — 89

Chapter 4 [ Great War ]

90 — 91 — 92 — 93 — 94 — 95 — 96 — 97

98 — 99 — 100 — 101 — 102 — 103 — 104

105 — 106 — 107 — 108 — 109 — 110 — 111 — 112

113 — 114 — 115 — 116 — 117 — 118 — 119 — 120

121 — 122 — 123 — 124 — 125 — 126

Chapter 5 [ Brightest Stars ]

127 — 128 — 129 — 130 — 131 — 132 — 133

134 — 135 — 136 — 137 — 138 — 139 — 140

141 — 142 — 143 — 144 — 145 — 146 — 147 — 148

149 — 150 — 151 — 152 — 153 — 154 — 155 — 156

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165 — 166 — 167 — 168 — 169 — 170 — 171 — 172

173 — 174 — 175 — 176 — 177 — 178 — 179 — 180

181 — 182 — 183 — 184 — 185 — 186 — 187 — 188

189 — 190 — 191 — 192 — 193 — 194 — 195 — 196

197 — 198 — 199 — 200 — 201 — 202 — 203

204 — 205 — 206 — 207 — 208 — 209 — 210

211 — 212 — 213 — 214 — 215 — 216 — 217 — 218

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Siéntanse libres de corregirme si hay algún error de traducción o de ortografía ✿

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #enstars #mayoi ayase #alkaloid #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #tatsumi kazehaya #rinne amagi #niki shiina #himeru #main story #translation #spanish #esto va a demorar mucho pero igual 👍#son las 4 de la mañana ayuda

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unikittythings · 2 years ago

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I'm back baby!

Jujutsu kaisen manga chapter 200:

So we're playing charades now😂

It's interesting that he can still control his body even when he's in the internal domain (or I'm just reading it wrong)

Yuji is completely ready to die if it helps everyone else 😟

That's a lot of people

He's doing politics, omg Geto

Yeah let's get the government involved, what a great idea 🤦‍♀️😬

What?! You want to use it as a power source?! Huh??!!

It's getting worse by the second 😰

Forget Sukuna the pure incarnation of evil is this fucking brain tumor

Chapter 201:

Things that fuck up people in these imaginary worlds: government/higher class and parents

"Humane"?!! Oh fuck off

Gege why did you put this in?! I already hate this subplot/plotpoint

Yeah, uhm, that didn't work in your favor

Chapter 202 to 204 Blood and Oil:

Surprisingly homey here in your domain, Tengen

Omg, so Tsukumo really is a star plasma vessel

Of course he's here 😤

I'm proud of you Choso for talking back

A cinema, ok?

I'm just going to pretend that I understood what they were talking abou

Oh Choso 🥺 you care so much about Yuji, you are a great brother

It was a good try Choso

Strangely enough, the way Choso is drawn right now, is giving me Toji

Chapter 205 to 208 Stars and Oil:

So what's your plan against Kenjaku

Let's go Girl!

I guess you got him where you want him

Reading the end chapter notes got me even more confused, how does Gege come up with this?

At this point I think you need a degree in like 3 different fields to understand what's going on

Sounds like a plan

"They miscalculated" 😰 I don't like the implications of this

Yeah this doesn't look like a closed barrier

Fuck

She's though I like it

Honestly, patricide is absolutely deserved in this situation

And another person with a hole in their torso, great 😬

Oh Choso 🥺

What is this comparison between Tengen and Sukuna? 😧

Oh my god 😮 GIRL

Fuck

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers

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dndungeonsmaster · 1 month ago

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Chapter 12: Symphony, Page 201 - 205

Vitalies arm was blown off again in page 201, but I fucking forgot to draw the gap, so you'll see again in the future his arm isn't there. Also, I think I'd put the Paladin second in terms of lore, though our dm didn't give us a lot about him until after the battle, so I had to write a lot of his dialogue without a reference.

#art #artwork #dndungeons #dungeons and dragons #rejuvenation #comics

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jtl-fics · 4 months ago

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TBD Chapter 2 (197 - 206)

Andrew Minyard has just signed on with the Atlanta Wolves so that he can support his twin and his twin's wife as they work on residency and get ready to welcome his nieces into the world. He may not give a shit about Exy, but it does pay well.

And Atlanta is paying him well enough to ignore the awkward tension of having to play with one of his college teammates again. Neil Josten has only gotten more interesting since the last time Andrew saw him when he'd graduated from Palmetto State.

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#TBD AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #ATG Fic #Andreil #Last Updated: 10/14/24

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clivey-cpb · 10 months ago

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One aspect of children’s literature that is analyzed by scholars is the notion of what is appropriate for children, and how notions of what is “appropriate” is culturally specific. The appropriateness of Watership Down by Richard Adams as a children’s book is an interesting facet of the book to explore due to the book’s mature themes and subject matter. In my opinion, Watership Down can be classified as a piece of children’s literature because of how the style in which its violent subject matter is portrayed simultaneously reveals trauma, yet suppresses pain, therefore making it more suitable for kids. During chapter twenty one, which is one of the more violent chapters, Holly and Bluebell describe the traumatic experience of being on the receiving end of a human expansion project. In Holly’s descriptions especially, he often uses phrases such as “‘how can I tell you?’” (205), and “‘I don’t know how to describe them to you’” (201). By doing this, Holly is able to describe the general experience of suffering from this traumatic event, whilst not going into very specific detail that may be considered “inappropriate.” Another stylistic choice that conceals pain is the use of dashes within this chapter, such as when Holly recalls seeing “‘Scabious - you remember Scabious? He came out of a hole along the hedge - one [the humans] hadn’t noticed’” (203). A common attribute shared by passages utilizing these dashes is that they often signal points during Holly’s recounting of the events in which he points out technical details about the story which are non-violent. This stylistic choice therefore suppresses pain by focusing less on violent details, and moreso on neutral descriptions. Through stylistic choices that reveal trauma, but suppress pain, the violent content of Watership Down becomes more appropriate for kids by today’s notions of appropriateness.

Adams, Richard. Watership Down. Great Britain, Puffin Books, 2022.

Logged and Written March 20, 2024

I have a fun activity for you guys to do today.

I’m gonna give you guys a list of events, and then you’re going to tell me which one of them DIDN’T happen in the book Watership Down by Richard Adams

One of the first scenes describes a field full of blood

Several rabbits’ ears get ripped and bloody

At some point, the main group of rabbits come across a rabbit cult (?)

The object of worship in said cult is a human who hunts animals

The secret of said cult is that there are deadly snare traps that kill rabbits sometimes but that’s ok just pretend that didn’t happen

A different group of rabbits meets said cult, and then the cult kills one of the rabbits

One of the rabbits straight up gets shot

One of the rabbits has these strange and violent premonitions that basically always come true

An entire warren is straight up gassed and destroyed by humans that wanna build on it

In an attempt to escape an ongoing attack on the warren, live rabbits have to tear dead rabbits to pieces in order to unblock the tunnels that lead to the surface

Have fun!

#(in)appropriateness

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 221. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: my god AM I RUSTY. this ended being longer than planned heh,sorry.(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT,kitchen s3x, bradley is a good husband and has the eating skills * wink wonk *

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She sees the little note on her side of the bed when she wakes up, which is quite late if she can say so herself. This week was rough, it was quite something and her body was feeling it. She lies there, on her side, half covered by the sheets with her eyes on the tiny yellow piece of paper sticking to the mattress.

There’s a little smiley face on it and Beatrice has to force her arm to move and reach it,plucking it from the surface and turning towards her eyes. She smiles, sleepily so, when she reads his words on it.

“I know it’s the weekend and you want me to relax, but I just got back from the gym and I want you to relax too.” her eyes look down, “PS: let me know when you are up ;)”

Beatrice hums, burying half of her face on the pillow as she rereads his message over and over. She is so tired though…she doesn’t even know what time it is, she’s so comfortable…but her husband is doing what he can for her right now so she just moves around a bit - thankfully her body isn’t that sore anymore, god bless her doctors - until she manages to sit up.

And as if it was magic, she hears a low whistle from the door, “Heey.” he calls from behind as Beatrice rubs her eyes with both hands, “There she is.”

“Mmmm,hi Roos.”

“Hi.” he tilts his head, smiling because she was still so sleepy, “Did you sleep well?” considering she was mumbling and nodding her head every now and again, he could assume that yes she did, “Did I wake you?”

“No…” she says, yawning, groaning deeply when her joints popped as she stretched, “Uuuugghh,no,you didn’t…is Nikki still asleep?”

“Yep,checked on her a few minutes ago, that morning snack was good for her.” he says, “You okay?”

“I slept,” she begins, “Like a rock after I breastfeed her and after we went to the hospital.” she did get there earlier to see the twins and she was literally broken with how tired she was, “I think everything that happened this week kinda…hit me.”

Bradley watched as Beatrice rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her body, the way she groaned as her joints popped making him wince in sympathy. He could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the toll that the week had taken on her.

He crossed the room and sat down beside her on the bed, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, baby," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "I know it's been a tough week for you."

Beatrice leaned into his side, seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence. She sighed, her head resting on his shoulder. "It has been," she admitted. "But it's not your fault, Roos. I just...I worry about the twins, and Nikki, and everything at the Hard Deck. It's a lot."

"I know," Bradley murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "But you don't have to carry all of it on your own, Bea. We're a team, remember?"

She nodded, "I know, and I'm so grateful for that. But sometimes it's hard to switch off, you know?And–” she pauses, eyes slowly looking down his torso, “...where’s your shirt?”

Bradley chuckled at her change in topic, her eyes drifting downward as she noticed his shirtless state. "I was just messing around in the garden," he explained with a playful grin. "But then I heard you stirring, so I thought I'd check on you first."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the sight of her shirtless husband. Despite her fatigue, he had a way of making her heart race. "Well, aren't I lucky to have such a handsome wake-up call," she teased, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

His grin widened as her fingers danced across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Even with a bedhead, you're absolutely stunning, Bea."

Beatrice blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She hadn't expected this playful banter when she woke up, but it was a pleasant surprise. "Flattery will get you everywhere, LC" she quipped, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Their kiss was tender and filled with affection, a kiss that could’ve deepened if he hadn’t pulled back, gently letting go of her lower lip, letting it bounce back to where it was. “...I love kissing you.”

"I love kissing you too, Roos,"

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and asked, "So, what are your plans for today, my sleepy beauty?"

Beatrice leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection. "Well," she began, "I think I'll start with a nice, long shower to wake myself up. And then maybe we can have a leisurely breakfast together."

Bradley nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Anything else?”"

“No…not really." she makes a face, “I really don’t want to leave the bed- our mattress is so soft.”

Bradley chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to trace comforting circles on her back. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Our bed is incredibly comfortable."

Beatrice smiled and nestled closer to him, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the warmth of their embrace. Despite the fatigue that still clung to her, being in Bradley's arms made her feel safe, she couldn’t help but nuzzle against his bare chest.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You know," he began, "I could always join you for that shower. It might be just what we both need to fully wake up."

She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that so, LC?" she teased. "Are you trying to tempt me into spending the entire morning in bed with you?"

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he replied, his voice a husky whisper. "Is it working?"

Beatrice laughed, the sound melodic and warm. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

He shrugged, his fingers continuing to play with her hair. "Guilty as charged."

With a contented sigh, Beatrice snuggled even closer, her head resting against his chest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she murmured, sighing once she lifted her head “But…I think I might need that shower sooner rather than later," she admitted, her voice still drowsy.

Bradley pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Take your time, baby," he said. "I'll be here when you're ready."

Beatrice gave him a sleepy smile before reluctantly untangling herself from his embrace. She stood up from the bed, her legs slightly wobbly from their extended cuddle session. "I won't be too long," she promised as she made her way to the bathroom.

“I’ll still be here.” he winks, “By the way,” he drops his eyes to her ass, “I love those panties.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

“Exactly.”

The atmosphere feels heavy, so heavy that it draws a deep breath out of her, one that only adds to the obvious rise in temperature in the room. She partially hides herself on the bathroom door, “You are awful.” he kisses in direction, then winks one more time before she finally disappear from his view.

“The shower idea is still open~”

“You are terrible~”

He snorted quietly, then looked around for a second…then Bradley took the opportunity to tidy up their bedroom. He folded the blankets and fluffed the pillows, wanting to create a serene and welcoming environment for when she returned, not like she left for another country but he knew she’d like that.

In reality, he was surprised how much he was going through it so easily. Therapy was doing wonders to him. Dr.Paulson was amazing, and while the man understood Rooster’s schedule wasn’t always frequent, he couldn’t ignore the progress the pilot was making.

As Bradley put the finishing touches on tidying up the bedroom, his thoughts drifted back to the past few months. It had been a rollercoaster of a journey for both him and Beatrice. The premature birth of their twins had been a shock, followed by the countless hours spent at the hospital, the emotional strain of watching their tiny babies fight for their lives in the neonatal intensive care unit.

Bradley had always prided himself on being a strong and capable person, both in his career as a pilot and in his personal life. But the experience of becoming a father had tested him in ways he had never imagined. It had forced him to confront his fears, his insecurities, and his need for control.

It was during one of those moments of self-reflection that he had decided to seek therapy. He knew that he couldn't be the partner and father he wanted to be if he didn't address his own emotional well-being. Dr. Paulson had been a godsend, helping him navigate the complex terrain of his thoughts and emotions.

And according to his doctor it was ‘like climbing Everest, but he was doing fine.’

The therapy sessions had been sporadic, given Bradley's demanding schedule, but they had provided him with valuable tools to manage his anxiety and stress. He had learned the importance of communication, of sharing his feelings and fears with Beatrice more often rather than keeping them bottled up.

He was almost finished when he saw Jolene by the door, wagging her tail, “Hey Jojo, Nikki needs me?” Jolene barks as if to say yes, then he sighs, standing to his feet while letting Beatrice know where he was going. She told him it was okay before returning to her quiet singing in the shower.

Rooster runs his hands through his hair, checking his phone for any messages - ‘anyone up for some poker tonight?’ ‘payback we aren’t playing with you’ ‘:( guys you hurt my feelings like that ‘- and shoving it into his pocket once he was done. He stopped by the living room door, seeing Nicole standing in front of the tv, immobile, one of her toys clenched tight on her hand while her other was resting on Jack’s neck, being her support.

She could stand so much better now.

And she had no idea he was there.

He stops for a second, she looked fine? There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on his daughter, but he did approach her cautiously. Nicole,however, turned her head to look at him, “Hi!” he coos, earning a soft giggle from her, “Hi baby girl! What’s up? You having fun watching Dr.Chimp?” the cartoon chimpanzee in question was currently being electrocuted while everyone else was laughing.

He was glad to say some things didn’t change when he was younger.

Nicole gurgled in response, her tiny hands reaching out towards him. Bradley gladly took her into his arms, lifting her up in the air and eliciting a chorus of delighted giggles from her. She was getting heavier by the day, a testament to her growing strength and vitality.

"You're getting so big, Nikki," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby cheek. "Pretty soon, you'll be running around like a little tornado. Wanna get into track racing? Your aunt Nat is good at that.”

Nicole babbled in response, her bright eyes fixed on him as she tapped his cheeks with both of her tiny hands, “Listen, okay,” he sputters, “Wanna help me finish up in the garden? We need to water the plants.”

Nicole's bright eyes seemed to consider his proposal. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the TV, torn between the cartoon world and her father's offer. Bradley knew that the decision was a big one for a baby, the very first big internal conflict,and he waited patiently for her response.

"It'll be fast," he assured her, trying to tempt her with the promise of adventure.

Nicole made a little noise, still contemplating her options. Then, with a decisive movement, she dropped her head onto his shoulder, a clear signal that she had made her choice.

"There you go," Bradley chuckled, hugging her closer. "Looks like we're going to the garden, sweetie pie."

With Nicole in his arms, Bradley made his way back to the garden, where the scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves greeted him. The sun cast a warm glow over their small oasis, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures of life.

As they began to water the plants together, Bradley couldn't help but talk to Nicole. He described the different flowers and their colors, the importance of taking care of the garden, and the beauty of nature. Nicole listened intently, her bright eyes absorbing every word.

"You see, Nikki," Bradley said with a smile, "dada has no idea what these plants are, but mama does. I just water them.” he says and Nicole responded with a bubbly babble, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch the leaves of a nearby plant. Bradley gently lifted her up so she could have a better reach and touch it.

He heard Beatrice’s footsteps from inside, then the sound of the glass door slowly opening and he turned to see his wife, wearing one of his long shirts - God,she looked good- and drinking something from her mug, “Hi,” he smirks, “I’m watering everything.”

“Mhm.” she folds one of her arms under her bust and therefore under her opposite limb, “I can see it, thank you.”

“Am I doing a good job?”

“You always do.”

His cheeks heated up a little, the praise…was good for his ego. But Beatrice didn’t stay there long, she disappeared for a few minutes only to sit down on the kitchen table, folding her arms and dropping her head on top. Bradley, still holding the hose - and Nicole- furrowed his brows…the shower wasn’t that successful,he assumed while continuing the tasks.

“Babe?” he calls, earning a soft ‘mm?’ from her, ‘You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m tired.”

Bradley couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as he heard Beatrice's tired voice. Her response was simple, but it carried the weight of exhaustion and the burden of everything they had been through in the past weeks. He knew that Beatrice was a strong and resilient woman, but even the strongest had their moments of vulnerability.

He finished watering the plants in the garden and carefully set the hose aside. Nicole, still in his arms, gurgled happily as she observed the colorful blooms around her as he made his way back to the kitchen, where Beatrice sat at the table with her head resting on her folded arms. Her tousled hair framed her face, mug inches from her arms and her back moving slowly as she breathed in and out. He couldn't help but worry about her well-being.

He approached her with a soft smile, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Babe?" he called softly, his voice filled with concern.

Beatrice lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. There was a vulnerability in her gaze, a weariness that tugged at his heart. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice soft.

"You sure?"

Beatrice let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “...no.” she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.

Bradley's heart ached at her words. He understood the toll that recent events had taken on her. The premature birth of their twins, the long hours at the hospital, the worry and stress – it had all added up.

He pulled out a chair and sat down beside her, careful not to disturb Nicole, who was still nestled in his arms. "I know, baby," he said softly, his hand rubbing her back in a soothing gesture. "It's been a tough week, for both of us."

Beatrice nodded, her exhaustion evident in the lines on her face. "I just... I feel like I haven't had a moment to breathe," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly.

"I know," Bradley murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on her back. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I know, Roos," she said, touching his cheek "And I'm so grateful for you, for everything you do."

Bradley smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "And I want to make things easier for you, even if it's just a little."

Beatrice's lips curved into a tired but appreciative smile. "You already do, every day."

He reached out to hold her hand, their fingers entwining. "Let me take care of you, Bea," he said softly. "You've been taking care of all of us, and now it's your turn to be taken care of."

She leaned her head against his shoulder, her tired body seeking comfort and support. "You always do.”

“Let me do more then.” he feels her brows scrunch against his shoulder, “Why don’t we go out tonight? What do you think?”

“...I dunno…” she whispers, “Is…I dunno.”

She couldn’t even finish her own thoughts, poor thing.

He gently squeezed her hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "How about this," he suggested, "we don't have to decide right now. We can take it easy for the rest of the day, and if you feel up to it later, we can go out. If not, then we'll have a cozy night in. No pressure."

Beatrice's eyes softened with gratitude. "That sounds nice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to recharge."

"Take all the time you need, baby," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "I'll be right here with you."

With that settled, they sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Nicole, who had been observing their interaction with curious eyes, let out a contented gurgle from Bradley's arms, as if she sensed the tranquility that had settled over her parents.

Then she yawned, quietly, nuzzling her father shoulder and closing her eyes, ‘Oh,mood.” Beatrice whispered, “Me too,Nikki.” and she gently rubs her daughter’s cheek, “Maybe she should nap.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” he smiles, “Wait for me here?”

“Mhm.” she closes her eyes when he leans closer for another kiss to her forehead, walking away with Nicole in his arms. Beatrice,while tired, couldn’t help but admire her husband’s backside…and back…and arms.

Nice.

She must’ve napped because she woke up feeling something soft and wet touching her cheek, “Baby.” she inhales in surprise, blinking her eyes open only to see Bradley’s face close to hers, “Hey there.” he coos, rubbing her chin, “You were sleeping again.”

“M’ sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he whispers, gently removing her from her chair and bouncing her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist,while her arms were on his shoulders and her head was against his neck, “What you wanna do now?” he questions, “We have the whole weekend for ourselves…we can figure something fun to do,right?”

“Yeah…” she whispers, dragging her eyes to his bare chest, the hair dusted there was always so soft and it was so attractive. Beatrice fidgets a bit on his hold, “We can…”

A pause.

“...baby,I know those eyes.” and she slowly lifted her green irises to his face, “I know those eyes way too well.” he does look back to where he once stood then smirked, cupping both of her ass cheeks in his hands, “Where?”

“...um…” she looks around quickly, “...kitchen?”

And his mouth falls open, giving his wife a narrowed look, “You little minx. You wanna do it here?” but he’s already taking her to the counter, setting her on the cold marble - enough to make her hiss with discomfort - and dragging his huge hands down her legs, “God,I fuckin’ love it.” he purrs, nipping her jawline and then her neck, “You sure you are awake enough for this?” he coos, his hands sliding up her thighs until they reached the crease of her pelvis - unfortunately,she was wearing panties.

Fortunately, those were also his favorite ones.

Beatrice sighs, placing a hand on the back of his neck to push him closer. The dogs were with Nicole, their daughter was fine and the twins were fine- god she just wanted a break. “Yes, please.” she undulates her hips towards him, her neck craning back when his lips danced on her skin. In her upside down vision she could see the neighbor’s house there about to retract her idea when he stopped her.

“They are out of town,gorgeous.” he says, hands moving up her curves under the shirt and his lips are down to her collar bones, “So, you know, it’ll be good.” and his teeth drag down her skin, creating red lines until he found her chest. He doesn’t bite on it too much, not even dares to put his mouth on either globe of flesh considering how much she’s been sore these past days.

So he focused on something else. Bradley’s lips were still going down, ending up crouched in front of her parted legs, nuzzling the inside of her thighs and kissing where the skin ended and her panties began. He looked up at her only to find she was already gazing downwards, her face beet red and her lips glossy because of her own saliva, “...Brad…” she whispers, almost in fear.

This wouldn’t be the first time after she had the kids but…she was nervous. Her husband understood, he always did, ‘Don’t worry,” he whispers, gently nudging the pantie’s crotch to the side, exposing her flushed core to his hungry eyes, “I got you,babe.” he flicks his eyes up one final time, ‘Tell me if you feel any discomfort,alright?”

“O-Okay.”

“That’s my girl.” he replies quietly, mouth already salivating before he digs in, amazingly how she was already wet. The way he could make her like that still amazed him. Beatrice whimpered, digging her teeth on her lower lip as she leaned her head back - the thunk! of her scalp hitting the glass adding to the sounds around them.

He digs his fingers on her plush thighs, tugging her forward just a little bit more. She’s not out of the counter, but her butt is hanging just the tiniest amount out of it, he needed space to maneuver, “Brad…” she whispers, ‘F-Fuck…” he voice was so quiet, which he didn’t mind. Even if their neighbors were out of town, they weren’t alone.

His mouth was absolute heaven, her eyes fluttered closed and she clenched her thighs around his head, pushing him closer to her while trying to hold onto something - anything - the second he moved his tongue faster. He knew he could make her scream if he so desired, and while it was tempting, they had to be careful. “Brad…” she whimpers, “I…I want…” his ears perked up “Please…I want you…in-in me.”

His pupils enlarged immediately, he was already hard to the point it was hurting. He kisses her center one last time, a string of fluid connects to his lips, before he stands up, slamming their mouths together, “I want to be inside you too.” he laughs against her lips, tugging her panties a bit more to the side while her own hands pulled on his loose pants. He sighed, her warm,soft hand immediately wrapped around him to guide him into her.

Her eyes met his and he almost melted. She looked tired, she looked exhausted,she looked like she wanted to forget all the troubles for one second and she was begging him to help her. He nods, even if she doesn’t say anything, grabbing the back of her thighs to give him more room and slowly,oh so slowly, slides inside of her.

Both of them were still partially clothed in case there’s an emergency and they need to hurry out, but neither complained. Rooster’s hands were now on her waist instead of her legs, while hers were on his chest and stomach, nails biting on the defined muscle and making him lose his mind, “Fuck, you feel so good.” he whispers, pressing their foreheads together, their eyes following the way he moved in and out of her.

“You…too…” she whispers, yelping at a sudden thrust, one that makes him smirk while keeping his eyes on her. She holds onto his shoulders, for dear life, to be anchored, to be safe and she whimpers again. “Lieutenant-Commander?” his eyes snap to hers immediately, “M-May I ask for you to…move…f-faster?”

“...fuck, permission granted.” and he just pulls her closer, this time she does end up hitting something, she’s not sure what but it doesn’t break nor makes a sound loud enough to make them worried. His hands dig on her buttcheeks, keeping them close while his forehead presses up against hers, their eyes partially open when his hips piston against hers.

Beatrice mouths his name, her silent moans were the sexiest thing he had ever seen and his eyes never leave hers, “Fuckin’ Christ,I love how you feel.” he says back, making sure he had a strong grip on Beatrice when their thrusting got faster and his lips ended up meeting hers to swallow any loud moans that might come out of her mouth.

She gasps into his mouth, her fingers digging on his arms as her own hips move at the same pace, trying her best to have her orgasm as quietly as she could. Rooster pulled back from her lips with a soft smack, then placed his thumb against her mouth - which she immediately wrapped her lips around and closed her eyes. “Fuck that’s so fuckin’ hot.” he growls, ‘Fuck,fuck,fuck,I love how you fuckin’ suck me so nice.” he gasps, his own eyelids fluttering, “Baby-”

Her orgasm is first, her body does taut and her nails dig on his arms creating perfect little crescent shapes on his golden skin, while he feels the vibration of her moan around his thumb. When her hips bucked up to his, his eyes almost rolled back and he slams his pelvis against hers one final time while clenching his teeth to keep his own groan quiet.

One,two,three more shallow thrusts accompany him and he drops on top of her chest, breathing heavily, his thumb leaving her lips with a soft ‘pop!’ as they lie on the kitchen counter, trying to regain their bearings. “...holy shit.” he laughs, “That’s a nice way to wake up,ain’t it?”

“It’s the best one.”

“...we might need another shower.” he adds, “You know…because of reasons.” he looks up to her face, seeing how those green eyes were looking at him adoringly before she cups his face, kissing the tip of his nose, “Is that a yes?”

“Will you carry me there?’ she asks, “My legs feel…a little weak for some reason.”

Of course the answer was yes.

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