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lemonlover1110 · 1 year ago

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 7] First Ultrasound

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On what you’re assuming is the start of the third month of your pregnancy, you finally manage to make an appointment for your first ultrasound. You debate if you want to tell Toji or not. Would he want to come? You’re not too sure if you’re being honest. He’s told you that he wants to be the best possible father for your child, but you don’t trust him. Given his track record, you can’t exactly trust him.

“I’m just here to drop off your money.” Toji can easily transfer money through the bank monthly, but he chooses to give it to you. Every two weeks he’s at your door with your money. You agreed to quit your second job and take his money; you still have your second job, but the nights that you know he’s coming, you take off. Toji invites himself in even if he’s just handing you an envelope. He never comes just to give you that.

“How’s work?” You ask, closing the door when he enters your apartment. You find it ironic that you talk more now than when you were married. He actually engages in conversation now, and he tries to talk to you as well, asking how you’re doing.

“Exhausting.” He answers. You can tell that he’s been working more lately, or at the very least he’s not getting proper sleep. There’s visible bags under his eyes, and he’s slowly letting himself go, at least he doesn’t give the proper care since he has a bit of a stubble; he’s also due for a haircut. “How about you? How are you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay… I’ve been dealing with a bit of morning sickness but nothing crazy.” You answer. You leave out any other of your symptoms. How your breasts are sore, you’re extremely tired (which can also be alluded back to your second job), how you’ve suddenly been having the weirdest cravings. Sure, you’re talking, but you don’t want him to know more than necessary. You try to change the topic since you don’t like having the spotlight on you, “How’s Megumi doing?”

“He’s doing fine… He has a baseball game next Thursday, if you want to come.” He informs you and you take a note of it. You’ll try to go since you have a soft spot for Megumi, but you’re not certain that you’ll make it.

“I’ll try. Hope I’m doing better then.” You respond. He slowly nods in response, and he tries to think of something to talk about, but nothing comes to mind so he begins to walk to the door. He won’t try to waste both of your time. Before his hand wraps around the doorknob, you speak up,

“Toji…” He completely stops. Not a single breath comes from him until you speak again, “I know that you’re busy so, I’m just inviting you to be courteous… I have my first ultrasound tomorrow, if you want to join me.”

“What time?” He asks, and you tell him. At noon. He nods, and tells you, “I’ll come pick you up.”

He stands still for a moment, wondering what to do next. Wondering if you’re going to do something else. You stand in completely awkward silence for a minute before Toji realizes that nothing else will happen, so he walks out. He doesn’t say goodbye, although you don’t mind it because he never does.

Toji hasn’t been a man that’s usually punctual, so you’re surprised when he’s early. You might’ve told him that the appointment was earlier than it actually is so you wouldn’t be late, but there’s not much you can do when he’s right in front of you, thirty minutes before your appointment. The place isn’t even a twenty minute drive.

“Hi.” You awkwardly smile at him. You notice how he’s finally shaved the stubble, and you’re curious if he did so last night or this morning. “So… I might’ve– The appointment was pushed back to twelve thirty.”

“Oh– Okay.” He answers. You almost tell him the truth, but it might incite an argument so it’s best if you ignore it and tell a little white lie. He won’t question much, he never does, so you’re safe. “Did you eat something already? Do you want to grab something to eat?”

“I don’t have much of an appetite.” You respond, and he nods his head. He isn’t going to argue with you that you should eat something regardless, you’re pregnant and you have to keep yourself healthy for the baby– He isn’t your father nor your husband, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. And while Toji wishes he could say he was worried about this pregnancy, he simply isn’t. As fucked up it is to even think about it, he’s more worried about you than the child you carry.

“What do you want to do then? Do you just want to head out and wait?” He asks, and you nod your head in response, if you get lucky, your appointment will start earlier. You disappear out of his sight for a moment to grab your purse, but you’re back quickly. You exit the apartment and you begin to walk to his car.

The car ride is silent, you don’t have much to talk about. You don’t sense him being as excited… Or excited at all about this so you’re quiet. You don’t pay him any mind. You’re over the moon at the thought of looking at your baby for the first time. You’re in disbelief that you’re about to become a mother. Finally.

You get to the place and check in. Waiting feels interminable as you sit next to Toji. He simply looks around, while you begin to play a game on your phone. Toji finds himself bored, and since he doesn’t have anything interesting to do, he chooses to try and talk to you. He clears his throat, and speaks up, “So how far along are you anyway?”

“Hm… I think, maybe three months along? I do have a bit of a bump.” You share, and Toji’s brows raise, he looks over at you, but your shirt is baggy which doesn’t let him really figure anything out. His eyes keep staring, and he finds himself frustrated at the fact he doesn’t know. If you lived with him he’d see your body better, and he’d notice every small change. At least that’s what he thinks.

Your name is called and you stand up, following the woman to the ultrasound room. Toji follows behind, walking much slower, trying to see if he does notice a bit of a bump. The previous night you were wearing a tank top– He didn’t notice anything then. He isn’t all too observant anyway so maybe he missed it.

Toji watches as you lay down, and you begin to talk to the technician. He doesn’t pay much attention to what’s going on between you two. Until you finally lift up your shirt, and he does see a bit of a bump. It’s nothing that’s really noticeable but it’s there when you lift up your shirt, it’s definitely something he would’ve noticed if you lived together.

You squeal as the cold gel is poured on your abdomen, and the transducer is then pressed on your skin. Your eyes then fall on the monitor, and an immediate smile comes to your lips. A little kidney bean. Your eyes well up with tears as the technician points out their little head.

“It’s just one baby, right?” Toji asks, and the technician assures him that it’s just one baby. It makes him breathe a sigh of relief. He notices you stick out your bottom lip, and he rolls his eyes. You seriously didn’t want twins, did you?

You look over at Toji, trying to see if there’s a bit of excitement behind his eyes when he looks at the ultrasound, and while it’s not clearly written on his face, you see a spark in his eyes as he looks at the monitor. He perks up when he hears the sound of the baby’s heartbeats. It’s in that moment that Toji realizes just how big this is–

He’s a father, he knows the birth of a baby is a big deal. Toji would give up his life for Megumi. But your pregnancy… The beginning of it didn’t excite him the way that his first wife’s did. Maybe it’s because he was set on not being a father again, or maybe it’s because you’re separated. Perhaps it’s because even though he wanted to use your pregnancy as a means for you to stay, you still left. He’s just focused on you and your relationship, not the fact that he’s actually becoming a father again. Doing it all over again.

He isn’t sure if he’s ready to do it all over again; but he feels the excitement slowly grow by looking at his baby and listening to their heartbeat. It’s nothing too crazy though.

When the technician finishes up, you’re handed a napkin to wipe off the gel. You do so, and you’re told to wait for the doctor. You’re smiling foolishly, thinking that you’re becoming a mother even though you had given up on that dream a while ago. Given that dream up for the man that’s waiting next to you.

“You seem really excited.” Toji comments when you’re left alone. He watches your hand go to your lower abdomen as you look up at him.

“I am. I can’t wait to meet my baby.” You answer. Toji chuckles, your excitement radiating and infectious. “Do you want a baby boy or a girl?”

“Hmm… A baby boy since I already know how to deal with boys. I have no idea how I’d raise a girl.” He responds. “How about you? Do you want a girl or a boy?”

“I don’t have a preference, I just want a healthy baby. Boy or girl.” You reply, and Toji wonders if that’s how he should’ve responded. Would that have gotten him positive points with you? Did his response fuck everything up a little more?

The doctor walks in, and she tells you what you want to hear. The baby is healthy, and growing the way they should be. You’re around fourteen weeks along– Which means you’ll be due around December, and that you’re further along than what you assumed. Your baby wasn’t conceived the night that you told Toji you’d be leaving him.

You get your ultrasound pictures, and Toji takes two, even though he tries to act like he isn’t excited.

#toji x y/n #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #daddy toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji fanfic #toji fic

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goatsandgangsters · 6 months ago

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So we had lots of fun in Chicago, it was a really great time, we liked it there!

UNTIL THE SINGLE WORST FLIGHT EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

it took 💫✨ 28 hours ✨💫

like, I fly multiple times a year and no hurricane or blizzard has EVER fucked up my day like this

so our original flight out of Chicago was Sunday, but bc of the storms every flight to NY from like noon onwards was delayed. and you know how delays are, every hour they push you back another hour, until you've wracked up Many Hours of delay

And finally, at like 9 pm, they canceled every flight to New York. This was at MINIMUM seven flights all cancelled. at 9 pm. with 7+ planes full of people now stranded

And then the gate agents all left!! Didn't help rebook people, didn't answer any questions. Just left. Literally "not my problem, call customer service number." there was NO ONE in that entire airport To Help

Oh also fun fact: because the cancellation was due to ~weather, their policy is that they don't have to provide any overnight accommodations. For several planes full of stranded people.

And there ARE no alternative flights because MANY PLANES OF PEOPLE all tried to rebook to the same place at once. There is not a SINGLE flight on Monday to any of the 3 New York area airports, or to Philly, or to those little airfields in Connecticut, or to Boston

There is absolutely nothing until Tuesday. It is Sunday. They are refusing to put anyone up in a hotel. Also it's Chicago on the night before the DNC, so good luck on last minute hotel reservations

Finally, after an hour on hold, I get a (GENUINELY LOVELY, I love him) customer service guy who's like "I can get you back to New York tomorrow via three different flights" and when you've been stranded already for several hours that sounds like a recipe for further disaster. So instead we opt for a direct flight to DC the next morning and then spend additional money getting train tickets home from there

We are now left overnight in the airport with nothing but a $15 food voucher and those shitty tissue-paper airplane blankets (which, also, I had to walk to an entirely different terminal to get myself so.)

(There are also additional flights full of stranded New Yorkers who weren't even IN Chicago originally, they got rerouted mid-flight from other places and grounded, it is well past midnight and some of them aren't going to be able to get a flight out until WEDNESDAY)

We spend the night in the airport. I sleep for maybe 50 minutes. Do you know they vacuum airport terminals at really weird irregular intervals all night long?

Also additional fun: I checked a bag. I am concerned about this. I express this concern to an employee who tells me to just track my bag in the app. The app says my bag is going to DC. I have doubts. I talk to the gate agent. He says the computer says my bag will go to DC. I still have doubts.

I am correct. It does not go to DC. So I call the baggage helpline. I am on hold for an hour again. I finally get someone who tells me that my bag is still in Chicago and they won't mail it to my home address, but they WILL send it to my nearest airport and THAT airport can decide if they're going to mail it to me or not?? No, this doesn't sound right to me either. But fret not, because he put a NOTE in my file that an AIRPORT IN NEW YORK CITY should GIVE ME A CALL PERSONALLY when they receive my bag! Do you want to hold your breath, because I don't.

So to recap:

Total trip time from door to door: 28 entire human hours

Hours of sleep: one.

18 of these 28 hours were spent in an airport and I no longer have any sense of reality

I also do not know where my bag is. I do not know how I will obtain my bag. It contains my all-time favorite shirts AND our gorgeous jstor tote bags that we got for free so like, this is somewhat Dire

I've had an hour of sleep

I have not yet had the time to call and demand both a refund for my flight AND compensation for having to book additional expensive amtrak tickets just to get home because they couldn't get us any closer to New York thAN OUR NATION'S CAPITAL

I was told by the (genuinely lovely and ONLY helpful person in all this) customer service guy who rebooked me that I absolutely will be refunded. I am again not holding my breath, because I have been told many things and very few of them have been true

#literally I've flown out of Florida HOURS before a hurricane hit with less mess than this shitstorm #the fact that they were like #hey we canceled 7+ full flights of people all trying to go to the same location and we will NOT be helping any of you get there ✌️

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smollbean42905 · 5 months ago

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Carl<3

Maggie Rhee moves her head a bit and sees Aphrodite with a small blush on her face with the majority of her face stuffed into the soft fabric of the flannel,

"You should eat sweetie" Aphrodite perks up from the mention of food and she slowly brings her head up and turns it to Maggie, making the adults in the room laugh softly,

"Food?" Maggie nods with a smile and points to the bowl of pasta that was slowly growing cold. Dite reaches and winces a bit, she grabs the bowl and curls up with it and pauses

"Have you guys eaten?"

"Glenn has, I was feeding him, I haven't yet and I have no clue about Rick" Dite looks at Rick and holds out her bowl to her future father-in-law. Rick holds up his hand

"I'll eat when I get back to my house" Dite nods and pulls the bowl into her chest and starts to eat, she takes a bite and smiles a bit enjoying the familiar taste of pasta. She eats happily whole the adults talk and finishes quickly. She stands, letting Glenn shake out his arm that fell asleep a while ago, and goes into the kitchen after picking up Glenn's empty bowl as well. She waddles into the kitchen due to the sore feeling in her southern regions, making the group smile at her, and she washes the used dishes. She lets them dry next to the sink and goes back to the group. She sits beside Glenn and goes back to the cuddle sesh and begins to think, her thoughts are filled with Carl. What does he look like, what does he like, what does he do in his free time. She decides to ask when the group stops talking. The second there's a silence Aphrodite ends it,

"What is he like?" Rick looks at her and smiles,

"Carl is brave, strong, intelligent. He loves comic books" he pauses to think and notices that Dite looks confused,

"What are comic books?"

"Oh he'll teach you, don't worry" Rick continues

"Carl is... He is a leader, he loves strongly and cares to much for his own good." Dite nods and smiles at the thought of being loved,

"I can tell he will love you. You two are similar yet different. But he used to talk my ear off about what you would be like and what you would look like. He once told me he had a dream about you" Dite looks surprised, she's dreamed of him as well,

"He described to me what you looked like. He said she would have black hair and the prettiest grey blue eyes. He described you Aphrodite, Carl described you in perfect detail. Of course he was 12 at the time but he loved you from the second he knew that he had a soulmate." Dite starts to stroke her mark, sending Carl pleasure filled shivers. She keeps doing it as Rick continues,

"He would come running to me every time you would do that, he always looked so excited about it. I still see him smile then rub his mark Everytime you do it. If you don't do it for a while he gets antsy and angry. Then when you do he calms down immediately. We call you his soft spot" Dite looks down at her mark,

"Also" hearing Rick's voice suddenly become serious making her head go back up.

"He lost an eye similar to you." Aphrodite nods

"That's fine, at least I won't get judged by him now, also" she pauses,

"Can you tell him about me soon?"

"I'll tell him when I get back" Rick promises the girl which she nods at.

"Speaking of, I should get back now. It's almost dark" the trio look outside to see the sun setting. Aphrodite moves her head to try and see the sunset, it was her favorite to watch. Rick stands with a small groan and straightens up,

"I'll come back tomorrow around noon, Carl may be with me, he may not be. But until then, rest up" Rick nods at everyone and leaves closing the door behind him.

Aphrodite Hart was brought up to her new bedroom, it was right next to Glenn and Maggie's, and was so homey. All the furniture was white, Glenn helps her sit and she flops back to be laying on the bed. She hasn't been on a bed in so long, since she mostly sleeping in trees. Maggie and Glenn laugh softly at the sight,

"We're off to bed, we'll see you in the morning Bear. If you need anything please let us know" Dite nods at the two and sits up watching the couple leave. She sighs happily and looks at her bed seeing her teddy bear. It was cleaner then before, she reached out and picked it up. She hugs it for a moment before slipping under the covers deciding to grab her bag and change tomorrow. She slips under the covers and curls up, even though she slept for a while she's still tired. She grips her teddy tightly and falls asleep slowly with the thoughts of Carl, she imagines him as taller then her with chocolate brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Carl Grimes laid in his bed wide awake, it was always hard for him to fall asleep, he sighed heavily and moves his head to look out the window. The stars began to show with the moon raised high into the sky. He thought back to his conversation with his father earlier. Michonne called him down for dinner, simple pasta, and the two were sat at the table eating silently. Carl had his sheriff's hat off and it was safe in his room, the silence comes to an end once the main door opens. It was Rick he greets everyone and ruffles Carl's hair slightly. He gets himself a bowl and smiles into the bowl earning confused looks from the two.

"What is that look for? Did you fall in love with the pasta?" Rick laughs softly

"Nope, just a thought"

"What was the thought?" Michonne asks her lover,

"Carl I have something to tell you" Rick sits at the front of the table to look at his family. Carl looks at him with his single eye a bit confused,

"We found her"

"Her?" Michonne looks at Carl happily and stays quiet as the boy questions his father. Rick points to Carl's wrist making his eye widen.

"Her?"

"Her name is Aphrodite Hart. She is Glenn's niece and exactly how you described her when you were 12, that's also where your flannel went" Carl starts to smile a lot, a smile Rick hasn't seen in a while and one Michonne has never seen.

"How did you find her?"

"I was on my run with Daryl, I heard humming then it all stopped. I went to find the noise and found her passed out against a tree and injured. What happened to her, she'll tell you on her own time, but just be careful with her." Carl nods

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I wanted her to have some time with Glenn first and to get situated in her new home." Carl nods and leans back in his seat with a smile

"When can I meet her?"

"I'm going over there again tomorrow, then if you'd like. I already warned them that you may be with me" Carl stands quickly, his half finished food forgotten. He begins to ramble,

"When are we leaving? I have to shower. What about my eye?" He continues to ramble until Rick stops him,

"We're leaving around noon. She won't care about your eye, and you will see once we get there. Just relax tonight and tomorrow you can freak out" Carl nods and slowly sits back down as silence overcomes everyone once more.

#TWD #Carl Grimes #thewalkingdead #carl grimes fluff #Carl Grimes angst

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lifeofresulullah · 2 months ago

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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): Farewell Hajj and the Death of the Prophet (pbuh)

Farewell Sermon

After praising and thanking God, the Prophet recited the following sermon, which contains unchanging and ageless criteria, to more than one hundred thousand (one hundred and twenty thousand) Companions and actually to all Muslims and the mankind:

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be among you again.

O People! Just as you regard this month, this day, this city as sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust.

O my Companions!

Remember that you will indeed meet your Lord, and that He will indeed reckon your deeds. Do not return to your previous deviation before me and do not kill one another.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly.

O my Companions!Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Truly, the usury of the Era of Ignorance has been laid aside forever. Your capital, however, is yours to keep. You will neither inflict nor suffer any inequity. God has judged that there shall be no interest and the first interest that I abolish is the one due to Abbas ibn ‘Abd'al Muttalib (Prophet’s uncle).

O my Companions! Every right arising out of homicide in pre-Islamic days is henceforth waived, and the first such right I waive is that arising from the murder of Rabi`ah ibn Al-Harith, grandson of Abdulmuttalib (my uncle’s son).

O people!

Today, Satan has lost his power to affect you and to establish sovereignty in your land. However, avoid following him in small things; if you obey him in small things, he will be glad.

Avoid them to protect your religion.

O people! I advise you to show respect to the rights of women and fear God about them. You have taken them as your wives only under God’s trust and with His permission.You have certain rights with regard to your women, but they also have rights over you. And it is your right that they do not make friends with any one of whom you do not approve. If they allow anyone you do not approve into your house, you can beat them slightly. The women have the right to their food and clothing in accordance with the custom.

O Believers!I have left you with something which, if you hold fast to it, you will never go astray; that is, the Book of God.

Believers! Listen to my word well and memorize it! Every Muslim is the brother of another Muslim and that Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim that belongs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly.

My Companions! Do not oppress yourselves; you have rights over you.

O people! God Almighty gave the rights of everybody to their owners in the Quran. A will is not necessary for inheritance. A child that is born belongs to the owner of the bed. There is deprivation for a person that commits fornication. A person cannot attribute himself to anybody except his father or his master; if he attempts to do so, may the wrath of God, the curse of angels and the curse of all Muslims be upon him. God Almighty will not accept the repentance and witnessing of those people.

O people! Your Lord is one; your father is one, too. All of you are children of Adam. Adam was created out of dust. The one that is the most valuable in the eye of God is the one that fears Him the most. An Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab except by piety and good action.

O People! Tomorrow they will ask you about me, what will you say?”

They said, ‘We witness that you carried out the duty of being the Messenger of God, You carried out your task faithfully, and you advised us.’

Thereupon, the Messenger of God raised his blessed index finger and then brought it down over the congregation and said,

“O Lord, be my witness! O Lord, be my witness! O Lord, be my witness!”

They Perform the Noon and Afternoon Prayers Together

When the Messenger of God ended the Farewell Sermon, which is a lofty and sacred lesson for the humanity, Bilal al-Habashi started to call the adhan for the noon prayer. The Messenger of God and the Companions listened to the adhan in awe. When the adhan ended, Bilal recited the iqama. The Messenger of God led the noon prayer for that magnificent congregation. Then, iqama was recited again; this time, the Prophet led the afternoon prayer. Thus, the Prophet combined the prayers of two different times with one adhan and two iqamas.[2]

First Sign

It was after the afternoon, near the evening. The Messenger of God was on his camel, Qaswa. Meanwhile the following verse was sent down:

“This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed my favour upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion”

When the Messenger of God recited this verse, the Companions became very happy and joyful. Only one of them was crying: Hazrat Abu Bakr… The Companions did not understand why he was crying. They asked him. He said,

“This verse indicates that the death of the Messenger of God (pbuh) is near; that is why I am crying.”

What Hazrat Abu Bakr said and understood was true; this verse was the first indication that the time for the Messenger of God to pass away was approaching. Since all of the things that needed to proposed and conveyed were proposed and conveyed, the duty of the person who proposed and conveyed them would end.

Sources mention that Hazrat Umar also realized that secret.

From Arafat to Muzdalifa

After the sun set on Friday, the Messenger of God went to Muzdalifa from Arafat on his camel, Qaswa, accompanied by Usama b. Zayd. Meanwhile the time for the evening prayer ended and the time for the night prayer started. The Messenger of God led the evening and the night prayer with one adhan and two iqamas.

From Muzdalifa to Mina.

The Prophet spent the Friday night in Muzdalifa. After performing the morning prayer there on Saturday, he went to Mash’ar al-Haram.

The Messenger of God said to his Companions, “Collect small stones to be thrown at Jamra[7]” and showed them how to throw the stones.

Then, he threw seven small stones at Aqaba Jamra one by one. He uttered “Allahu akbar!” each time he threw a stone. Meanwhile, the Companions threw stones at Jamra in the same way.

After throwing seven stones at Aqaba Jamra, the Messenger of God returned to Mina.

Sacrificing an Animal

The Messenger of God went to the place of sacrificing. He slaughtered sixty-three animals, one animal for each year of his life, with his own hands.[8]He had his hair cut. He gave his hairs to his Companions as a memento. It was an indication that the time to leave his Companions was approaching. His following words strengthened this indication: “O people! Learn the procedure and principles of hajj from me. I do not know but you might not see me here after this hajj.”

Khalid b. Walid Gets Some Hair of the Fringe of the Prophet

While the front part of the hair of the Prophet was being cut, Khalid b. Walid said, “O Messenger of God! Give me some of your hair of the fringe.”

The Prophet accepted his wish, gave him some hairs from the front part of his head and prayed God to make him victorious all the time. Khalid wiped those hairs over his eyes and then placed them into the front part of his cone.

Due to the hair and prayer of the Messenger of God, Khalid became victorious in every battle that he joined. As a matter of fact, the Prophet said, “Wherever I sent Khalid, that place was conquered.”

The Prophet’s Circumambulation of Ifada

The Messenger of God went to the Kaaba to perform thecircumambulation of Ifada (Ziyarah) before noon on the first day of Eid al-Adha. He ordered the Muslims to go there, too. He performed the noon prayer after the circumambulation. Then, he drank water from the Zamzam Well.

The Messenger of God returned to Minah toward the evening of that day.

The Prophet Throws Stones on the Second and Third Days

On the second and third days of Eid al-Adha, when the sun moved toward the west, the Messenger of God went to the first Jamra near the Mina Mosque on foot. He threw the seven pebbles one by one. He uttered, “Allahu akbar!” as he threw each one of them.

Then he went to the second Jamra and then to the third Jamra, also called Jamratu’l-Aqaba. He threw seven stones at each jamra one by one. He uttered, “Allahu akbar!” as he threw each one of them.

Going to Muhassab

It wa Dhul-Hijjah 13, Tuesday.

The Messenger of God went to the stony place called Muhassab from Mina. His tent had been set up there. He said to his Companions there, “May God enliven and brighten the faces of the people who listen to my words, memorize them and then convey them to other people. It is possible that a person who understands my words will convey them to a person who will understand them better. Know it very well that three things will not allow hatred and jealousy into the hearts of Muslims.” He listed them as follows:

“Sincere deeds for the sake of God, advising and obeying Muslim leaders, following Islamic community in creed and righteous deeds…”

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literalbirdperson · 5 months ago

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So I'm going to tell the story of my yesterday, which started with an appointment with an ENT and ended with me in the ER. I'm doing this in bullet points, because I am very tired. (Also incredibly angry, but that might be adding to the tiredness.)

1:00 PM. Check in at the new doctor's. The facility is clean and bright, and all the staff are really friendly! That's always nice.

Meet the ENT I was referred to. I like him immediately. He's got a really relaxed, informal manner, but also very clearly knows his stuff.

Talk about surgical history, since I've had several nose and sinus procedures.

Since one of the reasons I am there for ear pain and recurring sinus issues, he starts the exam. Ears look great, he says! The pain is probably referred pain from my mouth. Do I grind my teeth? Yeah, I used to, but I might be again due to The Maladies.

He checks the back of my throat. "Oh, you have tonsil stones?"

"I... I do?"

Then he pulls out the horrible snake camera, and I resign myself to discomfort while he tours my nose and sinuses. I watch the screen and make very attractive "man was not meant to feel something pressing against a sinus wall" noises while he digs around.

Investigation over, he gives me a tour! Everything is about what I expected, he shows me old surgery sites, and then scrubs the footage forward a bit and goes "but here's where your problem is."

See, the other problem is, I keep spitting out these awful discs of dried mucus. And they stink!

Well. It turns out that I have a chronic infection in my adenoids. And what I keep spitting out is from there. I'll spare you the details.

Gross! But treatment should be pretty simple if it's staph, which it usually is. A couple of rounds of antibiotics usually knocks it out. If not, we'll culture it and go from there.

"So my throat has been infected for over two years?"

"Maybe even a lot longer than that!"

So we have a game plan. His assistant checks me out, hands me some papers and says "here's your record and a paper copy of your prescription, but we faxed it to your pharmacy as well."

2:00PM. The pharmacy app isn't showing them working on the RX.

3:00PM. I call them to see what's going on, get into a verbal fight with the phone tree, am finally allowed to leave a message. I am polite!

3:15PM. Pharmacist calls back. "We don't have an RX for that medication for you." Cool. I'll check with the Dr and have him re-fax. Oh! I have a paper copy of the-- there is no RX in my discharge papers, either. Fine. Calling.

3:30PM. There's nothing to re-fax, either, as the prescription was never even entered into my medical records! They are so sorry about the oversight, this is being flagged as high priority and his assistant will call you to let you know when it's been faxed to the pharmacy.

5:00PM. Why did I think something was going to go right for me medically? Why? Why me? Exhausted chronically ill/disabled breakdown incoming.

5:13PM. Text from pharmacy. They're working on the RX. It will be ready by noon tomorrow. Do you need it sooner? [YES]

5:15PM. Your prescription is ready.

5:30PM. Emotional collapse staved off for another day. Go to get RXs, with plans to stop to get ramen with spouse across the street from the pharmacy and enjoy the week being over.

5:45PM. Pharmacy tech tells me to go to the consult window if I want to talk about the antibiotic. Since it's completely new, I head over.

5:55PM. Pharmacist storms over, very clearly annoyed, and at me, not in general. Makes direct eye contact with me and starts reading me, word for word, the information on the bottle like I am a small child who can't read. I just wanted to know if there were any worrisome side effects.

Tell her to "have a good night!" She scoffs, literally holds up her hand in a "shut the fuck up" gesture and storms off.

Me and my spouse: "Huh. That was weird."

6:00PM. Take first dose of antibiotics with dinner to help keep stomach upset to a minimum.

7:00PM. Hives break out on my forehead. Then my thigh. Then my arms. Then suddenly my skin is bright red, bumpy, and burning literally everywhere.

That's not good. So I start looking up Bactrim side effects, since the pharmacist didn't deign to tell me. Discover I am having an allergic reaction, but only need to go the ER if my lips and face begin to swell, my vision gets blurry, or I have heart palpitations.

8:00PM. Lips are tingly. Look in mirror. I am lobster red and my face is swollen, as are my lips! I take two benedryl and both my inhalers, and we start looking for which ER to go to.

While we're looking, throat starts to swell. Swallowing is becoming impossible. Closest ER it is, even though I fucking hate it there. But it's a mile away and I want to be where the adrenaline and intubation kits are in case this keeps getting worse.

I am going to regret that decision.

Am forced to go through security and submit to a bag check before I can enter the ER itself. While actively struggling to breathe, which is distressing to both me and the guard.

Receptionist asks what I am there for. "I'm having an allergic response to an antibiotic. I can't breathe well."

She hands me a ten-page thick clipboard and tells me to fill it out, and then she'll get me in the queue.

What queue? There are TWO OTHER PEOPLE HERE. (See, everyone hates this hospital.)

So I start struggling to fill out the paperwork, but I am now to the blurred vision, mental confusion state. I keep having to pause to gasp for breath, and my penmanship is fucked because my hands are shaky from either albuterol or fear.

Spouse walks the paperwork back over to the receptionist.

We spend another 15 minutes sitting there while I am gasping for breath and grabbing at my throat every time I try to swallow because it feels like I'm being STRANGLED.

Nurse comes out to bring me back. We get intercepted by an angry man who has been watching me slowly dying but is still pissed because he got there first.

Nurse takes the time to explain to him what triage is while spouse literally holds me up.

I get a bed. Nurse tells me I'm having a classic allergic reaction and I'll probably be right as rain after some steroids. Hooks me up to all the monitors, tells me the doctor will be right in.

Doctor comes in. Listens to my lungs. Tells me my throat is not swollen even though she tried to grab to hold me upright when trying to swallow made me look like a gagging cat. But, my lungs are clear! Tells me they're going to monitor me to make sure I don't get worse, but she doesn't see anything to worry about.

LADY MY SKIN IS AS RED AS A VAMPIRE'S FAVORITE PAINT SWATCH FOR THEIR BEDROOM REMODEL.

She leaves. another nurse with the bedside manner of someone who enjoys kicking puppies walks in and starts taking my blood pressure.

The alarms go off.

"He put the cuff on wrong," he mutters, then wraps it so hard it hurts and runs it again.

The alarms go off.

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Mildly. NOT LIKE THIS.

"I'm going to go get the doctor." He leaves. He does not turn off the shrieking blood pressure machine.

10 minutes later: it's still screaming. Nobody has come by.

20 minutes later: see above.

30 minutes later: see above, except this time I start my stopwatch.

1 minute later: I get up and turn the fucking thing off, then unhook myself from everything.

40 minutes later: I am now itching so badly that I am scratching my arms bloody.

45 minutes after that, Puppykicker comes back in. "You ready to go home?"

Me, unnaturally red with hives so intricate that there are probably braille words on me, no longer struggling for breath, but 100% more bloody than I was when he walked out of the room an hour and 40 minutes ago: "Actually I'd like to speak with the doctor. I'd like to discuss steroids, since I am itchy."

"I'll go get her." Sure, Jan.

5 minutes later: Puppykicker comes in with a glass of water and a tiny cup of MASSIVE prednisone pills. "Here's 50mg prednisone. She says you're ready to be discharged."

The doctor. Is giving me. 50mg prednisone. Without speaking to me to see if I am allergic to it. When I came in with a severe allergic medication reaction. And is going to discharge me rather than wait around to see if I'll be ok.

Nurse watches me choke and struggle to take the pills. Because we're also giving an oral steroid to the bitch who can't swallow. Puppykicker does NOT care.

At that point, risking it and calling an ambulance if my throat closed up again was more worth it than staying there. Went home, stayed up long enough to confirm I am not going to start gasping for breath again. Passed out for two hours, got woken up by all 3 cats fighting over who gets to be in my lap. I have been taking two benedryl every 4h for the itching/hives and while my skin is its normal color again, everything itches so bad.

So my ENT is going to get a fun surprise on Monday when I inform him that the meds I had to fight to actually obtain have now left me with a hospital bill.

I also made an appt with my PCP, because this is the second medication since May that has done this to me. And they are not even remotely related to one another.

I guess what's 3 more days of living with a throat infection I've had for months, at a minimum?

#long post #gotta love american health care #chronic illness and disability #Wren has a diagnosable and treatable condition? We can't have that. ALLERGY BEAM ATTACK.

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Day 12 Previously on the PRSC…

Power shifts in The Court, as Fripp demotes his two “henchmen”. He also sends out his Merciless Mercenary, Muir, on a hunt for Keith.

Genesis continues to deteriorate. However, they finally managed to convince Tony to do something: look after their ailing lead singer.

In The Conglomerate, Chris claimed to have spotted Ian, however this is dismissed by most of the other members of The Conglomerate as him starting to lose it.

Ian and David, of course, are completely unaware of this.

Death Count: 2 The King Reigns in The Court After the blunder of his “Foreign Intelligence” and “Defense”, Fripp reportedly made the rest of The Court make a verbal “agreement”, in which they allegedly agreed to never desert The Court, follow all of the orders of “His Highness, The Crimson King”, and in the grandest display of unchecked egoism, made them agree to bow whenever greeting “His Highness” and refer to him solely as “my King”, “Sire”, or “your Highness”. After making the rest of The Court (for those that may have forgotten, that is John, Broof, Muir, and Steve (originally from Yes, deserted to The Court on Day 2)) swear their allegiance, he officially sent Muir out on his new mission: finding and “capturing” Keith. The others in The Court have not complained about Fripp’s leadership: whether that is because they’ve been brainwashed, or because they’re too scared to disagree is unclear. The one time someone even questioned exactly what it is that Fripp does… well, they’re alive, but perhaps forever scarred. However, Fripp has doubled down on his behaviors lately: he has apparently sent Broof out to collect propaganda on the other groups to keep those in The Court from deserting. We’ll see if he actually completes his mission this time! The Waiting Room… Quite frankly, Genesis appears to be doomed. After nearly two weeks, they have already lost one member, and seem to be on their way to losing another. Peter’s condition is still declining, with Steve and Tony swapping roles, so that Steve can take full-time care of him. Tony, of course, is not fond of the fact that he now has to do physical labor, from which he managed to escape for nearly two weeks. However, it is better than watching his bandmate go in and out of consciousness, and having to deal with being around sickness (he’s a bit of a germaphobe). However, whatever work that was getting done is being done much less efficiently now, due to Tony’s constant complaining. Their only saving grace at this point is Mike’s ability to put up with Tony’s “work ethic”. A Concerned Conglomerate… After his report of seeing Ian in the woods yesterday, the rest of The Conglomerate have grown concerned for Chris’ health. Reportedly, they made him take a mandatory day off for his own sake. They did not inform him of this decision, instead just letting him sleep instead of trying to argue with him. When he did wake up, around noon, he was apparently not very happy with their “decision”. However, yesterday’s report of seeing Ian in the woods has stirred up some theories amongst The Conglomerate. Originally, everyone assumed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but they are beginning to wonder if there was a second shipment of people out into The Arena, and what that may mean for survival…

That’s all for today, so we’ll see you tomorrow for...

The Prog Rock Survival Competition!

#progrocksurvivalcompetition #prsc #prog rock #progressive rock #prog #rock #rush #yes band #elp #genesis band

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iamthecomet · 1 year ago

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And hoot again :D

Yeah, you’re very right (both with so quickly depending on it being overwhelming and with it showing how much I needed it)

The trip to therapy went quite well! The bus wasn‘t overly full on both ways, so I could sit down which was really good. I‘m still nervous for the first time that I’ll sit down on the floor if all seats are taken (it would be safer and better for me, but before I was always too scared to do that. Now that I have a cane that makes it sort of visible that I have trouble walking/standing, I want to try to do it).

I have suspected that I have hypermobile joints for a while (the problem is that I’m not in enough pain to really struggle so much that it would really be worth seeing a doctor for, but I’ll mention it when I got my next appointment). Part of the problem is my bad memory, because due to that I honestly can‘t even remember if I’m in pain (I know stuff constantly and quickly starts hurting but that’s probably normal in most cases and I also have a really high pain tolerance).

My body can do things it‘s apparently not supposed to do though

But I feel it with the cane, cause my wrist always sort of wobbles cause it’s really not stable. So I tried applying tape today, but only went to the very near grocery store that takes like a minute to walk to. So I don’t really know how much it has helped yet regarding walking with the cane. I do feel more comfortable though, and I think it‘s also helping me with writing and drawing

(On the video I watched the guy explained what the hypermobile thing in that hand he was showing it on is exactly, what it would look like if it wasn‘t hypermobile and what the tape is gonna do. And my thumb has the exact position that is a result of the joint being hypermobile (so like my suspicion doesn’t seem to be too wrong)

Since noon I had a really really bad headache that felt like my skull was split open and my brain crushed. So really not nice. I took 1,5 ibuprofen and later one paracetamol but nothing helped.

Then I tested myself cause I remembered that the only time I had such a bad headache was when I had COVID and boom! Positive

So yeah. I‘ll stay in bed tomorrow (and my head hurts so fucking much. I hate it)

I‘ll send you pics when the order gets here if you want! :D

But two pairs of Doc Martens sounds very nice!

A really sweet and funny story:

A friend of mine asked me to explain Ghost (as in, explain everything).

Three days ago I sent a video of like a few clips of Jutty, one of which being this clip in which he is like “unfollowing is bullying“ and “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨“

And since then, we‘ve constantly been sending “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨” back and forth (then we started to send the clip as a only one time viewable video so it wouldn’t be visible beforehand).

Today, I cut off the beginning of an edit and put that clip behind that to hide it and sent it to them. They have also hidden it in a poll on WhatsApp already

It turned into a game and we can‘t stop laughing about it because it‘s so fucking silly xD (it‘s practically like Rick-rolling)

wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨

(You just got wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨-ed. You‘re welcome xD)

~ @owlishanon

I'm glad it's still going well! It's good that it gives you so much peace of mind and that you feel confident doing what you need to do now without worrying that something awful is going to happen. But I'm so sorry that you have COVID! It's rotten. I hope you get lots of rest and your headache doesn't last too long. Sleep and drink lots of water! You can definitely send me pictures of the stuff you get when it comes in! I always love to see people's hauls! I am very excited about my docs. I paid $140 for both pairs, which is like half of one what one of them costs brand new. I feel VERY lucky about it. One pair is rusty orange suede, they're short boots. Great for every day. The other are standard black knee highs which have been my dream boots since, like, forever (I've owed many, many pairs of knee high lace-up boots, but none of them were Docs). The wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨 thing has me giggling. Thank you for that. What a great joke to have with your friends, seriously. Fucking Jutty. He kills me in the best ways.

#comet comments #comet's anons #owlish #unmasked ghoul

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regular-lord-reckoner · 3 months ago

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you know when you have a bad day but you tell yourself, "well, maybe tomorrow will be better, it has to be, right?" so you even go to bed early just to get to that better day and then it gets here and it's actually worse ?! like ten times worse ?? lol

yeah, it's been one of those

i guess my iud's still working itself out because i'm having yet another two week long sorta period where i'm not bleeding as much but i'm getting pretty much everything else, which means two weeks of pmdd now and two weeks of on and off extreme irritability and just being generally over-stimulated as fuck

this week in particular has been really hard to get through and there's like ten million things about work right now specifically that are pissing me off, but namely it's being behind on a task i'm supposed to share with someone else who i know for a fact is sending my mom tiktok videos all throughout the work day so ti's like, hey, that's awesome !! i'm no longer allowed to get overtime which is fucking killing me because i "stole company time" but i guess if you do it on site nobody cares !!! cool cool cool.

also fascinating to me that i apparently never made up for the time i "stole" when i was working off the clock and yet this particular task was never in the goddamn 300 and 400s like my inbox is every day but hey, that's fine. those are just sick patients waiting for visits, who cares ?! and who cares if you've told your manager more than once that nobody apparently knows how to mark asap and stat tasks so you often find a bunch of them just....sitting there, a week old or longer, because they're mixed in with all the regulars !! awesome, awesome, awesome

meanwhile i've been trying to find other jobs/second jobs whenever i have a spare moment except the other day it's like every job website wasn't cooperating or their search results are so scrambled by ai that you have to sift through every listing by hand because no amount of choosing "remote only" or "entry level only" does a damn thing

i did apply to one and got a little into the process but had to take a 30 minute long test that i didn't do so good on so i got rejected and then there was this other one that i thought sounded great but they want me to film myself answering interview questions ???? i just....i don't feel comfortable with that, i'd rather they just schedule me for an interview and then i can hop on camera but....alright

i'm sure something will turn up eventually and god i hope soon because i am.....struggling right now (i fucked up paying one of my credit cards and paid the wrong one instead so now i'm in trouble with discover and have to set up a payment plan with them to get back on track and it's like twice the amount of money i was already giving them a month so that's super duper; also one of my medical bills i could have sworn i had a payment plan set up with and they would just automatically take the payment out but they sent me a statement the other day saying i have a new due date and i should probably just call them and sort if out but it's been too much to deal with at the moment !! thankfully i have a little in my hsa so i figure even if i'm only making small payments at least i'm doing something; i really don't want to get turned over to collections or fuck up my credit any more than i already have. but hopefully i'll find either a better paying job or a second job i can squeeze in and take some of the pressure off. fingers crossed and good vibes appreciated and all that)

anyway, that was yesterday and then today it's been my mom. she's been...struggling pretty bad today. since before noon and pretty much all day long.

i don't really want to get into it because it involves some of her personal stuff and it's just been a lot today, but i feel so fucking drained

i think she's got an appointment coming up with a therapist, i really hope she follows through with it. if not i'm not sure what's going to happen, but i don't think it's going to be good if things continue on like this.

i know ultimately that's out of my hands but it still sucks. it sucks to watch everyone you love self-destruct in front of you and there not being a goddamn thing you can do about it except just hope they pull out of it or y'know....go to therapy

not saying it's a perfect solution or a quick fix and lord knows i'm overdue for an appointment but that'll have to wait as well until i can get my financial shit together because i've decided i do at least want to pay her back. i know it's been a while and i probably could have done it sooner if i'd just prioritized better, but i think it's the right thing to do. she did help me a lot and i appreciate that.

i also appreciate my mom, i know i'm hard on her sometimes, and my dad, but i do love them both and am grateful for them. i just wish they would both heal, not even for my sake at this point but for their own.

i was inevitably impacted by their lack of healing despite their love and i've had to sit with that for a while now. and sure, there's some part of me that does want to just say well fuck them for not being perfect parents to me and my sister and making us both have to learn how to self-soothe (clearly not well) and for forcing us to have to learn emotional intelligence on our own (also not well) but another part of me is like....hey, the shit they've been through is obviously difficult to deal with, especially for two people who came from times and place where that's just not how you handle things, you develop a sense of humor about it and keep pushing and you bring kids into this world and try to do a little better.

and they did, but....some things did kinda miss the mark. me being me, though, i just figured if nobody was going to teach me i'd try to teach myself and even if i don't get it perfect i at least try to minimize the impact i have on others

it's why i don't have many friends, it's why i'm a bit of a hermit these days and it's why i don't date

is that healthy?

no, probably not and again is something i should probably work on in therapy but in the mean time i am trying to make peace with myself and with the things i can't change and just....do whatever i need to in order to be well, even if that means i have to be even more selfish than i already am, it's either that or....i dunno. i definitely won't be the best version of myself and i don't want that.

i do want a better day tomorrow, though.

i hope i'll have one.

and i hope soon things get a little easier, somehow, some way.

sometimes i get the impressive there's this idea of me that my life's gotten better but it hasn't really, i've just tried to have a better attitude

i often hear chloe price in my head saying, "ever since my dad died my life's been dipped in shit" and that feels......pretty accurate

i'm just trying to find the good parts in between all the shit but every fucking day has been a struggle and it feels sometimes like i'm going to be stuck in this hole for the rest of my life

i really hope i get out some day

and i really hope tomorrow's a better day

and if you're reading this and it's also been a bad day or week or month or year(s) i hope it gets better for you soon, too

i know there's an ebb and a flow to all of this, ups and downs but it's felt pretty down for....years now and i'm just hoping for a chance to get my head from under the water, even if it's easier to scream down here

anyway, i'm gonna go watch something to turn my brain off and probably call it another early night

g'night <3

#just a vent

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June 02 - 2024 Sunday

11:00pm

3/10

Today I woke up an immediately started cooking breakfast instead of showering. My plan was to eat and start up an early TOTK stream on Twitch because I always say I wanna stream early in the morning because I do. After breakfast I ended up showering instead because I wanted to maximize the coziness of being clean and having my coffee while I played. It worked and I streamed for a couple hours before noon. Usually I don't get anyone chatting but a few people showed up today including JG which was welcome, he is clearly reaching out very kindly to me.

After streaming I joined BR's server to play more than I meant to of A Dusty Trip on Roblox. For the first time I found a shop and learned a bit about what does/doesn't sell well. I left to go make and eat lunch which was butter noodles and a slice of pizza. I learned recently it's a really good combo. While I ate I tuned into the Farlands or Bust stream for Minecraft. I tried to settle my brain down with that because the guy doesn't talk too much and the gameplay is methodical in a hypnotizing sort of way. I felt good for at least a little bit content with this low-thought activity. I sorta peeked at this text based sex/vore game that was being advertised on Furaffinity just for shits and giggles. I'm not into vore at all but the game didn't force you to partake in that. After a bit I figured I should do my therapy homework since my appointment is tomorrow so I started on that but got interrupted by BD who I offered to take a model retexture commission from. We went over what she wanted and I briefed her on the time period and price estimates. Then DS was free to chill.

I read her this poetry a guy in my mom's store gave me randomly, most of which was about god. Some of it was decent but again, very religious and kooky to me. Then we watched furry con vlogs like usual and finished this Oneyplays video referencing The Nostalgia Critic a bunch. DS was stuffing the tail of her fursuit and I think it looks really good, I try to express the pride I feel in seeing her do such good work on this big project of hers. Then we watched some pet grooming videos before we did puzzles and she headed off to bed. I felt awful because there was a lot on my mind and I wanted to talk but I didn't speak up because I guess I didn't feel worth it. I corrected this by texting after the fact explaining this.

I played a bit of Roblox and texted a couple people just trying to see what was up. I ended up calling JD for a bit and we talked about how we've both been and oddly enough, politics for a bit. It was nice though, he clued me in on how I sorta behaved when I first moved here and the kind of impression he got of me. I feel like the most accurate versions of my history come from other people's perspectives. I just don't hear it a lot.

Due to book club on Saturday, the topic of self trust has been on my mind and the concept of the "vault". It refers to the information you have about yourself and others and if you are sharing properly. In my case, I think I air out people's business sometimes in a way I shouldn't be. My philosophy has always been that it's okay to spill anyone's deepest secrets if it's towards people that will never interact with them, especially if I don't name drop. But I guess I'm questioning that and I feel I haven't been respectful of people's information. I also haven't been respectful of my own. I do overshare sometimes. I think this journal in general might be disrespecting my own vault. If so then it might be taking a toll on my self trust because in a way it means I'm setting myself up for failure, directly acting against myself. Something I gotta think about. I do want to be heard but maybe this isn't the right way.

#journal #diary

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dsandrvk · 2 years ago

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Friday, July 28 - to Folkestone and beyond

Because of a potential break in the forecasted rainy weather, and the rail strike scheduled for tomorrow, we decided to do our cliff walk from Folkestone to Dover today, despite having first to get to Folkestone on two trains and then drop our bags at our little hotel. We took the first available train from Hastings, but even so we didn't really start our hike until noon. We had heard the hike was either 7 miles or 9 miles, but that was from the harbor and we started at least a mile west of there. So we knew we would have to keep moving to be able to catch a train back to Folkestone from Dover and still have time for dinner.

We had decided to stay in Folkestone rather than Dover due to the availability of lodging, and it seems a really good choice. Folkestone is rebranding itself as an arts community after years of just being another seaside town, and they have lots of public art installations and a redeveloped harbor area. We started out down the esplanade which eventually led to the harbor, and it has been there since Victorian times. Along the walk down to the harbor they had a remembrance fence, filled with knitted and crocheted poppies, mostly in red and purple. This area was greatly affected by both wars and a jumping off place because of its proximity to France. The arch (which owes much to Saarinen's arch in St Louis) is also a tribute to the fallen.

After walking past the harbor (we are saving further exploration of that area for tomorrow) we followed along the sea edge to a zig-zag set of steps that took us up a level to another esplanade. From there we climbed up to a meadow, passing a Martello tower (round defensive structure) and then up a very steep path finally to the top of the chalk cliffs. We were fortunate in that the weather stayed mostly sunny and warm, despite a few dark clouds and drops of rain later.

The views from the cliff top were spectacular, and the going was fairly easy with only minor ups and downs. After we had gone a couple of miles we came to a memorial for the Battle of Britain. I had thought it would just be a marker or two, but it turned out to be a little museum (complete with shop and tea room), a wall listing all of those who died in the battle (which was a multi-month affair), and several replica aircraft (we are in front of a Spitfire). Out in the middle of the area is a statue of a pilot, sitting and waiting, and around him the paths mimic the curves of a propeller. The entire memorial was extremely well-done and quite moving, and we wound up spending almost an hour there. But then we really needed to move on...

All along the coast there were concrete bunkers and other structures that were left over from the war, and even a concrete "sound mirror" that didn't have much explanation. It was a vertical concrete slab with a concave indentation facing the sea. We good tell France was close, as we could not only sea the cliffs opposite, but our phones decided we were in France, and adjusted the time on our watches accordingly. It's a little hard to tell how late it is when the time keeps changing (it's an hour later in France). After a brief and windy stop for a late lunch we had brought from Saintsbury's, we finally crested a couple of steep hills and could see the port of Dover far below us, including the cruise dock where we will be on Tuesday. It is on the far western edge of Dover and the train station was further east and to the north. We followed the sometimes confusing, sometimes missing trail signs down to the highway and then back up over another hill and finally to the train. Turns out it was 9 miles from the harbor to the train, after all!

We only had to wait about 15 minutes for a train, and 10 minutes later were back in Folkestone - much quicker than our hike. After checking in to our hotel and regrouping we set out for dinner. We looked at several pubs on our way to the old town, and finally settled on the "British Lion", which had excellent ales, and great food. The clientele was older (like us), as was another pub (no food) that we also checked out for a little cider. Walking back to our lodging we passed quite a few places that were filled with young people - they appeared to be trendier than the traditional pubs that we like, and that may be why traditional pubs are closing across Britain. Our dinner portions were extremely generous and the food was fresh and not stodgy, but the places the young people were eating had large plates with very small (but beautifully arranged) entrees.

Because of the rail strike, we are planning to spend some time tomorrow exploring the town of Folkestone. We were lucky with the weather today, but unsure what tomorrow will bring. It's Saturday, so town may be filling up.

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lifeofresulullah · 10 months ago

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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): Farewell Hajj and the Death of the Prophet (pbuh)

Farewell Sermon

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be among you again.

O People! Just as you regard this month, this day, this city as sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust.

O my Companions!

Remember that you will indeed meet your Lord, and that He will indeed reckon your deeds. Do not return to your previous deviation before me and do not kill one another.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly.

O people!

Today, Satan has lost his power to affect you and to establish sovereignty in your land. However, avoid following him in small things; if you obey him in small things, he will be glad.

Avoid them to protect your religion.

O Believers!I have left you with something which, if you hold fast to it, you will never go astray; that is, the Book of God.

My Companions! Do not oppress yourselves; you have rights over you.

O People! Tomorrow they will ask you about me, what will you say?”

They said, ‘We witness that you carried out the duty of being the Messenger of God, You carried out your task faithfully, and you advised us.’

Thereupon, the Messenger of God raised his blessed index finger and then brought it down over the congregation and said,

“O Lord, be my witness! O Lord, be my witness! O Lord, be my witness!”

They Perform the Noon and Afternoon Prayers Together

First Sign

It was after the afternoon, near the evening. The Messenger of God was on his camel, Qaswa. Meanwhile the following verse was sent down:

“This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed my favour upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion”

“This verse indicates that the death of the Messenger of God (pbuh) is near; that is why I am crying.”

Sources mention that Hazrat Umar also realized that secret.

From Arafat to Muzdalifa

From Muzdalifa to Mina.

The Prophet spent the Friday night in Muzdalifa. After performing the morning prayer there on Saturday, he went to Mash’ar al-Haram.

The Messenger of God said to his Companions, “Collect small stones to be thrown at Jamra” and showed them how to throw the stones.

Then, he threw seven small stones at Aqaba Jamra one by one. He uttered “Allahu akbar!” each time he threw a stone. Meanwhile, the Companions threw stones at Jamra in the same way.

After throwing seven stones at Aqaba Jamra, the Messenger of God returned to Mina.

Sacrificing an Animal

The Messenger of God went to the place of sacrificing. He slaughtered sixty-three animals, one animal for each year of his life, with his own hands. He had his hair cut. He gave his hairs to his Companions as a memento. It was an indication that the time to leave his Companions was approaching. His following words strengthened this indication: “O people! Learn the procedure and principles of hajj from me. I do not know but you might not see me here after this hajj.”

Khalid b. Walid Gets Some Hair of the Fringe of the Prophet

While the front part of the hair of the Prophet was being cut, Khalid b. Walid said, “O Messenger of God! Give me some of your hair of the fringe.”

The Prophet’s Circumambulation of Ifada

The Messenger of God returned to Minah toward the evening of that day.

The Prophet Throws Stones on the Second and Third Days

Going to Muhassab

It wa Dhul-Hijjah 13, Tuesday.

“Sincere deeds for the sake of God, advising and obeying Muslim leaders, following Islamic community in creed and righteous deeds…”

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

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You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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haru-luo · 3 years ago

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[CN Translation] 【Gavin·The Cute Wolf is dispatched】萌狼出动中SSR <Marking Date>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Karma Quote : “For today's signboard, your smile is enough.” “Having you is the most worthy thing for me to show off.”

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

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Before proceeding, please read the prologue of the event here !

Preview of the date: ‘Everyone has become sensitive to smells due to the effects of the recent Evol’s alienation. We all have a different scent on our bodies every day. Gavin, who has a big wolf tail showed his unique “possession”......’

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Part 1

The night wind swept into the room through the crack of the window carrying the heat of the summer, slightly rolling up the corner of the curtains.

I sat on the bed carefully blowing the big wolf’s tail with the hair dryer.

The owner of the wolf’s tail sat quietly with his back turned to me, unaware of his tail caressing my neck playfully.

The soft fur brings a hint of sea salt fragrance, delicate and itchy. I couldn’t help but poke his waist.

MC: “Don’t move your tail, I’m not done yet.”

Gavin’s body paused and turned around slightly.

Gavin: “.....It’s a little itchy, can’t stay still.”

As soon as his voice fell, the big tail moved unconsciously again. Gavin’s ears turned red slightly and he changed the topic.

Gavin: “By the way, when you came back today, there was a strong smell on your body that I couldn’t recognize.”

MC: “Hm? Is that so? Let’s see…..”

MC: “Right, I had an afternoon meeting with a new client today. Maybe it’s because of that.”

Since the EVOL incident, everyone has become a literal walking scent pack and seems to be sensitive to smells.

Sometimes I can also guess what he did today from the smell left on his body.

MC: “Don’t tell me you were lazy today and ate instant noodles again at noon? Spicy beef flavor one.”

Gavin blinked, rubbing his nose with a guilty conscience and the ears on top of his head trembled slightly.

Without waiting for my complacency, he launched his own “counterattack”.

Gavin: “You said the night before that you will eat healthily and avoid greasy food this week. But when you returned, you had the scent of fried chicken in your mouth with salt and pepper.”

MC: “.......”

Seeing me pouting, Gavin turned around and wrapped me in his arms. His hair brushed against my bunny ears and a burst of numb heat rushed to my face with the blood.

He lowered his head and rubbed on my neck, chuckling softly.

Gavin: “There’s no other scent now.”

His fluffy tail swayed, obviously in a good mood.

MC: “Okay, now turn around. I’ll blow the tail for you too.”

Hearing this, Gavin’s tail which was moving suddenly froze.

Gavin: “No need…..I’ll do it myself.”

After the alienation, the tail roots seem to have become the most sensitive place in Gavin.

The first time I accidentally brushed against it, the tip of his tail shook and his ears turned red.

Of course, I won’t miss this opportunity!

MC: “No, every time you blow-dry it yourself, you never do it well no matter how many times you do it.”

MC: “Hurry up, let’s dry. Then go to bed early, get up early tomorrow so we can go to the nursery to help.”

Knowing that he couldn’t fool around, Gavin felt defeated and turned around obediently.

I held back the corners of my mischievously upturned mouth and my fingertips “accidentally” touched the base of his tail.

Gavin(blushing): “All right.”

His back froze but the tail seemed to be out of his master’s consciousness. I happily swiped my wrist twice and entangled around it coquettishly.

Gavin: “Hey, do I need to prepare anything for the nursery tomorrow?”

MC: “Just get ready with your most handsome and brightest smile.”

MC: “A tea party is an activity that allows children to have fun, eat snacks and listen to stories.”

Recently, a lot of news has been covering the various effects of this alienation. When I was shooting a documentary, I met a nursery director who was worried that the children would also be disturbed so she planned to hold a tea party on the weekend to keep everyone entertained.

But there were many activities planned for the tea party and the director was too busy, so she asked me to help her on weekends.

The tail was quickly blown dry, I reluctantly let go of my hands. Gavin quickly turned around, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, and hugged me in his arms.

Gavin: “Stop it.”

The refreshing smell of sea salt mixed with a hint of lotus leaf on his body was like a beautiful summer day.

The air was getting stickier and the tantalizing aroma permeated my nose, making my mind blurry and my ears quivering.

MC: “I feel like wanting to stick to you more and more lately.”

MC: “It’s all the fault of this smell that got me into the wolf’s den.”

With Gavin’s light laughter, my body suddenly hung in the air. Immediately, his back sank into the soft quilt, and the familiar temperature and weight pressed against me.

Gavin: “You can’t run away without the smell now.”

Part 2

On Saturday, I overcame the urge to stay in bed and arrived at the nursery early with Gavin.

Director: “MC, long time no see. Thank you for helping out today!”

MC: “You’re too polite, we need to help each other in trouble.”

The moment I entered the door, I was caught off guard and met a pair of majestic eyes.

A little tiger was lying in the dark in the corner, staring at us quietly.

Seeing me freeze in place, Gavin squeezed my palm.

Gavin: “Don’t be afraid, it’s not real.”

I took a closer look and saw that the “tiger” was sitting motionlessly with a “little monkey” on its back.

Little penguin and little german shepherd sat on the shelf next to them, giraffes and antelopes snuggled by the wall. There were pigeons and magpies on the ceiling.

MC: “.....Are they dolls?”

The director smiled, put two little rabbit dolls in my hands, and patted their heads.

The small dolls turned into two lively bunnies with a “bang”.

Their long hairy ears were soft with tender pink, and the eyes were wet as if they would blink any second now.

The soft fur against my palm melted my heart in an instant.

MC: “Wow!”

Gavin: “Is this your Evol?”

Director: “Yes, I can turn my little dolls into live animals with Evol.”

Director: “These are the gifts I’m going to give to the children. You can take these bunnies if you like.”

MC: “Thank you!”

I held the two little rabbits up in front of Gavin showing them off.

MC: “Look! We have cute little bunnies now!”

Gavin: “They’re all yours.”

His hand gently squeezed my bunny ears.

Gavin: “I already have my own little bunny.”

After handing over the prepared clothes to us, the director drove off to pick up the desserts that were ordered.

The nursery had a back garden where today’s tea party will be held. Small round bulbs hung from the glass ceiling, swaying with the wind.

There were some pink roses planted outside the white fence and occasionally petals gently swept the laced tablecloth, leaving a light fragrance.

Everything is cozy and just right.

Gavin was one step ahead of me and finished changing already. Ten minutes later, I tidied up the corners of my skirt, turned a corner, and finally saw the person I was looking for.

Under the shaded roof, Gavin wrote the menu on the small blackboard.

There were two “little wolves” standing beside him, one of which was “holding” a card in his mouth.

Perhaps the director was worried that the children would be afraid, the faces of these two little wolves were made round and tooted, and their might was mixed with cuteness.

The warm sunlight passed through the green vines hanging down from the ceiling, and a brilliant splendor appeared on Gavin’s body which was quiet and warm.

Gavin: “Sea Salt White Peach Ice Tea, Litchi Yogurt Melaleuca Cake…..”

Gavin neatly wrote the menu, and clumsily drew a little rabbit next to it.

It’s just that the rabbit’s face was a little too round and looked silly, I couldn’t help laughing and walked over.

MC: “Unexpectedly, the moment I left for a short time, you found two little “helpers”.”

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and the big tail behind him swayed twice involuntarily.

Gavin: “They should’ve been prepared here by the director in advance.”

Gavin: “It’s just right. I’m not very good at drawing boards, do you think this is okay?”

In addition to the chubby little rabbit, the menu was also decorated with a few colorful flowers.

MC: “Very cute drawing!”

I squatted down and touched the two little wolves beside Gavin, the feeling was so good that I couldn’t stop.

MC: “I don’t know if I can ask the director to give me one. It must feel good to hold it to sleep at night.”

Gavin: “Don’t you have bunnies already?”

MC: “That’s not a lot of fluff.”

A hand grabbed my wrist, tugging it from left to right so that my palm fell on his lower back.

The fluffy tail grabbed my waist and wrapped me tightly in front of him.

Gavin: “Isn’t this enough?”

I looked up and saw Gavin’s ear on top of his head moving twice.

I couldn’t help laughing, trying to haggle while holding him.

MC: “This is of course the best, but the experts say when the effect of this Evol is over the tail will disappear.”

Gavin: “Then you can wait until the effect is over.”

Gavin: “For now, a family cannot tolerate two wolves.”

Part 3

In the afternoon, the children arrived one after another, and the small garden was soon filled with hilarity and various smells.

The simulated animals made by the director with her Evol were really popular, and every child refused to put down them.

In order to distinguish these children, I secretly made different code names with their scents.

Right now, the scent of the Little Spicy Strips and the Little Jelly was more popular than the Little Mango and the Little Mango felt that the scent of the Little Hawthorn was too sour.

After the Little garlic and the Little onion were disliked by the other children, they spontaneously formed a their own “seasoning” group.

There were also many children who were very curious about these fresh flavors.

Little Milk: “Wow, you smell so good, I like apples the most!”

Little Apple: “You’re also very fragrant. I especially like drinking milk but I have diarrhea every time I drink it. Can you let me smell again?”

There were some children who had more flexible ears and tails than others.

Among the small and cute little tails, Gavin’s big tail looked very imposing.

Little blueberries: “Brother Wolf, can I touch your tail?”

Little Taro: “Me too!”

Surrounded by several children all at once, Gavin seemed a little helpless and looked at me from the distance for help.

With the mentality of watching the “show”, I held back a smile and gave him a cheering gesture, and continued to deliver desserts to the next table of children.

A creamy little friend came up to me and handed me the little guinea pig in his arms.

Little Cream: “Bunny Sister, can you give this to Little Zhao for me?”

MC: “Who is Little Zhao?”

Little Cream: “It’s him.”

I followed his fingers and found that at the farthest corner of the table, there was a single child with guinea pig ears eating snacks quietly.

For some reason, other children passed by him in pairs and groups but no one sat beside him.

MC: “Is he your friend?”

Little Cream: “Yes, but I don’t like him anymore.”

MC: “Why? Did you two fight?”

Little Cream: “Because he smells of bitter gourd and I hate bitter gourd the most!”

Gavin who had just escaped from being surrounded by the children, came over but his footsteps stopped the moment he heard the word “bitter gourd”.

I burst out laughing.

MC: “Brother Wolf, you and this kid seem to have something in common when it comes to eating bitter gourd.”

The eyes of the children immediately focused on Gavin. Knowing that he won’t be able to avoid this topic, he nodded.

Gavin: “Mm, yeah. I don’t like bitter gourd either.”

Little Cream’s eyes widened slightly, looking at Gavin in surprise.

Little Cream: “Brother Wolf is so majestic but he’s afraid of eating bitter gourd?”

I tried desperately to hold back the corners of my upturned mouth, listening to Gavin solemnly talking about his dark history of being a picky eater.

Gavin: “Well, especially when I was young, I wanted to run whenever I saw bitter gourd.”

Gavin: “It’s bitter and impossible to eat, because of its rich nutrients, I used to get coaxed to eat it sometimes.”

Little Cream: “Exactly like my mom! Always trying to coax me to eat the bitter gourd.”

Little Cream patted Gavin’s arm like a little “adult” and there seemed to be an inexplicable sympathy between two people who “don’t love bitter gourd.”

Gavin: “But I’m no longer afraid of bitter gourd.”

Little Cream: ‘Why?”

Gavin touched the top of Little Cream’s head, half squatted down, and looked at him.

Gavin: “Because real men are not afraid of suffering.”

After hearing this, Little Cream was shaken a little, so he continued to strike while the iron was hot.

Gavin: “In fact, bitter gourd does not do anything wrong to you, it is rich in nutrients. It’s just that the taste is not good.”

Little Cream: “Do I have to be the size of big brother to be a man?”

Gavin: “It doesn’t have to be that fast. Not being a picky eater is the first step to becoming a man.”

Gavin: “Moreover, a real man doesn’t despise his good friend just because he hates bitter gourd.”

Little Cream lowered his head and thought for a while before finally nodding solemnly.

Little Cream: “I’m going to find him.”

Seeing Little Cream running off to the corner, I smiled and leaned over to Gavin’s side.

MC: “Not bad, Mr. “A man who’s not afraid of bitter gourd”.

MC: “But you didn’t even move your chopsticks when you had dinner with Eli and the others last week.”

Being pierced by my words, Gavin’s ears trembled uncomfortably on top of his head.

Gavin: “That one was ordered by Eli, he himself was responsible for taking it out.”

I stopped teasing him and looked at the Little Bitter Gourd and Little Cream sitting together and sharing the little animals.

MC: “I didn’t expect you to be so good at coaxing children now.”

Gavin: “It must be because he was with you for a while there.”

Gavin: “And it wasn’t that he really didn't like his friend anymore, he just needed someone to push him.”

I was about to say something when a hand gently tugged at the corner of my shirt. I looked down and a little boy with tiger ears looked at me shyly.

What surprised me the most was that he had a similar scent of sea salt to Gavin.

Little Sea Salt: “Bunny Sister, you smell so good.”

Little Sea Salt: “The two of us smell the same as the number one drink on today’s menu!”

Perhaps because of the scent or that I felt he was extraordinarily friendly, I bent down and pinched his slightly chubby smiling face.

Little Sea Salt: “But why does sister also have the same scent as me….Do you have two scents?”

He leaned closer to my cuff and sniffed it twice, showing a puzzled expression.

Little Sea Salt: “It’s silly. Since Bunny Sister and Brother Wolf get along, the smell on sister must belong to brother.”

Little Sea Salt: “And Brother Wolf also has the peach scent like the sister!”

MC: “.....”

Gavin: “.....”

In an instant, several pairs of innocent and curious eyes fell on us.

Recently, I have been together with Gavin for food, clothing, housing, and transportation I didn’t realize that I had already caught his smell on my body.

Being pointed out by a child, I felt a little burning on my face and I didn’t know how to explain it for a second there.

MC: “Well, it’s…..”

I was thinking about how to fool them when Gavin who was beside me, answered.

Gavin: “The smell of one another on each other’s bodies is a proof of a good relationship.”

Little Sea Salt: “Wow~ really?”

Gavin: “Of course.”

The next second, I was caught off guard and fell into an embrace full of summer breath.

Gavin: “Like this.”

Gavin’s voice, along with his solid heartbeat, traveled from his chest to my ears that were pressed against him.

Gavin: “If you like your friend, give them a hug.”

Gavin: “Let them know your heart too.”

After they heard Gavin’s words, they dispersed and happily went to their best friend for a hug.

I was glad that no children saw my expression just now, otherwise, they would be wondering why hugging a “good friend” would turn their faces so red.

MC: “You’ll teach children bad stuff.”

Unexpectedly, this person just tilted his head and put his head on my forehead innocently.

Gavin: “I’m just teaching them how to make friends.”

I was at loss for words, but looking at the gentle curvature of the corners of his lips, I also smiled and opened my arms.

The children around us hugged each other in pairs and groups, the tender laughter and the warm sun in the afternoon interweaved the purest happiness.

Gavin and I looked at each other, smiled, and hugged without hesitation.

Just then, from a distance, there was a sound of the director laughing and clapping her hands.

Director: “Kids, are you having a good time eating the snacks? Now that we’re all back in our seats, we’re going to start a story.”

Children: “Okay~”

Before I let go of my arms, I felt a slight bite on the back of my neck, and a numb feeling spread from the skin to the whole body along with my veins.

Gavin: “In addition to the proof, add a mark.”

The breeze rolled his smile over his ears and scattered in the air, leaving only a few scorching residual warmth—

Gavin: “We’re more than just “get along”.”

Part 4

After the dessert tasting and story session, today’s tea party event came to a successful end.

What makes me most happy is that under the leadership of Little Cream, many children have accepted Little Bitter Gourd. The two also persuaded many friends who were in trouble because of incompatible smells.

When it was time to go home, everyone became a little reluctant.

Before parting, Little Sea Salt pounced on me and gave me a big hug.

Little Sea Salt: “Goodbye Bunny Sister! Will you come to play with us in the future?”

MC: “Well, if I have time in the future, I’ll come to you.”

After sending away all the children, Gavin and I helped the director handle the follow-up work.

There were still a lot of desserts left, I put them into a stack of exquisite afternoon tea set, ready to shoot a finishing scene.

Gavin was walking between the tables and chairs with a tray in his hand, and his body looked more slender and taller with the close-fitting uniform.

I turned on the camera and waved to him.

MC: “Gavin, come on~”

He came over. He understood my intention when he saw the camera in my hand and bowed slightly in cooperation.

Gavin: “Like this?”

MC: “Come a little closer~”

He approached me slowly, fluffy ears twitching slightly.

Those clear eyes seemed to be mixed with the golden light from the sun, shining with fine rays of light.

He didn’t look at the camera, his eyes just fell on my face.

Gavin: “Do you want me to come any closer?”

A chuckle swept across the tip of my nose and I regained my senses. My heart beat faster and faster. For a moment, I couldn’t tell which one was more scorching, the sun or this close breath.

MC: “Alright, here it is! Be more fierce, Mr. Wolf.”

He straightened the corners of his mouth and tried to be fierce. The expression on his face changed several times. Under my expectant gaze, he sighed helplessly.

Gavin: “Reporting. Looking at you, I can’t bring myself to be angry.”

I thought for a moment and decided to crack a joke on him.

MC: “Gavin, let’s go home tonight and squeeze some bitter gourd juice.”

The wolf’s ears froze, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.

This “like the enemy” expression was just right and showed two cute little fangs.

MC: “Don’t move!”

With quick eyes and quick hands, I reached out and put my hand on his chin, and adjusted the angle of the camera.

MC: “Look at the camera, 3, 2, 1— Awoo!”

After taking pictures of the easter eggs, we sped up our work.

The clouds on the horizon were covered with layers of orange-gold like watercolor painting after a while.

I took a bite of the macaron and sat at the table looking at the confetti cards in my hand.

According to the director, the children always wrote down their thoughts as a message before leaving.

The director would write a “reply letter” to each message and give it to the children when they come next time.

Most of today’s messages are for me and Gavin.

Gavin held the radish-shaped signature pen and wrote a reply seriously.

Occasionally he stopped to write. His tail would curl up slightly when he lowered his head to think.

I leaned over and looked at a new message beside him.

MC: “Yuan Yuan looks very fierce, but she is nice and smells good. I like her.”

The tender handwriting revealed joy, and I couldn’t help but smile.

MC: “According to the director, many children who didn’t talk much before were playing together today.”

Gavin: “The kids’ likes and dislikes were simple and straightforward. If they liked the scent, they became friends.”

MC: “Hopefully, they’ll be happy together even after the smell and ears are gone.”

Gavin: “As long as they have lots of fun together, they can always be friends.”

Gavin: “If not then even if the scent stays, the friendship won’t last long.”

Hearing his words, I couldn’t help thinking of the cute and colorful children I saw in the afternoon.

At that moment, a question suddenly jumped into my heart, making me turn to look at Gavin.

MC: “Gavin, will you have a good impression of someone based on their smell?”

Gavin was stunned for a moment by my question. He blinked and took out one of the cards and handed it to me.

There was a cute little rabbit painted on the card and a lingering smell of sea salt.

“Bunny Sister, you look good and also smell so good. I want to be your best, best, best friend!”

MC: “Hm? Did Little Sea Salt write this to me?”

MC: “I didn’t expect him to like me so much.”

I happily took the card in my hand and looked at it, thinking about turning back and asking the director if I could come and bring a souvenir.

Gavin looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

Gavin: “Do you like him?”

MC: “Of course. After all, I really liked the scent of that kid.”

Gavin was silent for a while, his voice sounded a little low.

Gavin: “So, people with that scent, you like them?”

There seemed to be some long-lost sourness in the air, so I held back my smile and leaned over to touch his wolf ears.

MC: “I’m indeed affected by that smell but…..”

MC: “The biggest reason I like this scent is because it’s the scent of a certain Mr. Wolf.”

The garden bid farewell to the noise and only the scent of our light fragrance flowed quietly in the air which was reassuring.

MC: “Besides, this Mr. Wolf’s scent mixed with mine smells better than anyone.”

In order to prove myself, I leaned over and quickly pecked him on the side of the face.

Although the bunny on the card is very cute, I still prefer the chubby bunny on the small blackboard.

Gavin didn’t speak and just looked up at me.

Under that calm gaze, I sensed a dark tide surging.

He leaned over slightly and touched the base of my bunny ears with his calloused fingertips.

A crisp, itchy electric current exploded from the skin he touched, spreading all over my body.

I couldn’t help but freeze in place. The bunny ears twitched desperately, but he didn’t seem to see my silent protest.

Gavin: “I also really like your scent—”

Gavin: “It’s my favorite, and the only one I like.”

Gavin: “I also want to be best, best, best for you.”

In the amber eyes, there seemed to be a curve of golden spring water with a hint of a smile, where there was still a little bit of melancholy.

Gavin: “You asked me just then if I would have a good impression of someone based on their smell.”

Gavin: “My answer is…..”

Gavin: “I wouldn’t.”

Gavin: “I only care about one person, and I’ll like her no matter what she smells like.”

Slowly, the fingers that were holding my bunny ears slid towards the back of my neck, rubbing the tooth marks.

Silently proclaiming the mark that only belongs to him.

Gavin: “Actually, I told them a little less.”

Gavin: “Smell also has different meanings for different animals.”

Gavin: “Wolves are territorial— leaving their scent on someone they like doesn’t only mean a good relationship.”

Gavin: “It also means that you are completely mine.”

His fingers rested on the back of my neck, forcing me to look directly into his dangerous, seductive eyes.

MC: “Have you heard that rabbits actually bite people?”

I reached out and pressed him against the armchair, leaning against the side of his neck.

MC: “I’ll also leave a mark for the one who only belongs to me.”

Gavin laughed.

He pressed his hand on the back of my neck slightly, guiding me closer and closer. The other hand undid the tie, exposing the neck hidden by the collar.

Gavin: “Welcome anytime.”

I was like a rabbit who couldn’t resist the temptation, willingly threw itself into the open arms of a big bad wolf.

My lips were pressed against the soft skin of the side of his neck.

The sweetness and freshness were combined, and the richness was sweeter than any iced honey tea.

This indulgent taste is called “Like”.

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

DATE CLEARED~

┌────── ∘°❉°∘ ───────┐

MOMENTS【第二语言】Second Language

Gavin’s Moments Post: “The movements of the ears and tail alone can convey a lot of information.”

Option 1 :

MC : “The wolf’s tail wagging indicates that he wants to cling on to people again~”

Gavin : “So, let me cling on you now.”

Option 2 :

MC : “Question, what does it mean when the bunny’s ears droop low?”

Gavin : “It means to take her out to eat or give her a hug.”

Option 3 :

MC : “For example?”

Gavin : “I interrogated a prisoner today. Every time he lied, his tail twitched.”

└─────── °∘❉∘° ──────┘

🎐Call one: Here !

🎐Call two: Here !

#didn't see a translation for gav so here i come lol #also i did this at 12 am so there might be errors i'll fix them after waking up #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translation

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Headcanon - When he sleep talks

Original title: 当他说梦话

Original author: 君兮耶君兮

[ VICTOR ]

It’s nighttime, and Victor is sound asleep beside you. With a practised hand, you feel for your phone from underneath the pillow. Tapping open the e-novel application, you start “committing a crime”.

Since he has repeatedly prohibited you from staying up late to use your phone, you carefully scrutinise Victor’s actions, deathly afraid that he’d suddenly wake up and catch you red-handed.

“Dummy...”

The rustling of fabric drifts from behind you as Victor turns over. A large hand wraps itself around your waist, and you instinctively lock your phone and hide it beneath your pillow, pretending to be asleep.

A long time passes without any further movements from the person behind you. Turning your head slightly to observe the situation, you discover that he’s still asleep. What happened earlier was simply him sleep talking. Relieved, you feel for your phone again, continuing with your little antics.

Soon after, the person behind you begins to mumble again. “It’s not that I don’t like you.”

Your finger pauses on the screen. You seem to have heard something interesting? As someone in the media industry, the acuteness in your DNA causes you to tap on the recorder app to capture what’s going on.

Victor’s chin rests against your head. Cushioned on his arm, you can clearly hear what he’s saying. “I’ll always like you.”

“Who?” You whisper.

“Dummy.” He responds quickly. If you hadn’t verified it earlier, you might have suspected that he wasn’t sleeping at all.

The corners of your lips curl into a slight smile. Closing the recorder app, you place your phone down. Scooting backwards against him, you sink into a peaceful sleep.

While Victor is preparing breakfast the next day, you lift your hand and wave your phone in front of him triumphantly. “Victor, you confessed to me last night!”

He cracks an egg into the frying pan. Hearing what you said, he remains unaffected as he continues to cook. “You had a dream?”

“No, it’s the truth!”

You knew he wouldn’t believe you, which is why you had the recording prepared.

“...”

After hearing it, Victor turns off the fire. He takes your phone to check its veracity, then returns it to you with a glance and a dry laugh. “You recorded this at 1.13am. Looks like a certain someone slept pretty late last night.”

Your heart sinks, and you completely forget about the recording as you retort. “No I didn’t! You saw wrongly!”

How could he not understand you? While he metes out the punishment, he places a plate of warm omelette into your hands. “From tonight onwards, you’ll sleep half an hour earlier than before. You’ll also give your phone to me.”

[ GAVIN ]

If you hadn’t witnessed it personally, you never would have believed that the all-powerful Officer Gavin would turn into a clingy little wolf at night.

Returning from a mission, Gavin manages to fall into a deep sleep when it’s still relatively early. Grabbing a book, you sit on the bed to keep him company. Reaching out to cover him with a blanket, you suddenly hear Gavin’s voice.

“I want a hug.”

Finding this humorous, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. As though you’re coaxing a child, you pat him on the back. “Here you go.”

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” You aren’t sure what he’s dreaming about, but his brows are tightly knit, and he seems uneasy.

This causes your heart to ache, and you respond gently. “Silly Gavin. I won’t leave you.”

Perhaps hearing this assurance, Gavin presses himself against you. After a while, he clicks his tongue, muttering hazily. “I want a homemade bento.”

This is the first time Gavin is asking for a bento directly. Before, he always dropped hints along the lines of, “Sometimes, my colleagues would bring homemade bentos”. You feel tickled by this. A childish Officer Gavin is especially adorable, and adorable children always get special treatment. “Okay, I’ll prepare it for you tomorrow.”

Gavin mumbles to himself softly. “The dishes in the canteen aren’t as delicious as what you make.”

Your smile falls. Didn’t he mention that STF doesn’t have a canteen?

Putting on a professional smile, you lean closer to him and whisper into his ear. “Gavin, what’s the salary of the aunties working in the STF canteen?”

“$620 a month.” Gavin responds without hesitation.

“Good. Very good.” You straighten up, smiling wryly as you flip to the next page of the book, as though nothing had happened.

“I’m off.” Gavin gives you a goodbye kiss, his spirits high as he heads out of the door carrying an exquisitely wrapped bento box.

“Be safe!” Your smile is the same as every morning.

“Gav, what delicious food did she prepare for you today?” Eli pulls Tang Chao over so he can experience the pain of being single too.

Mentioning the homemade bento brings a smile to Gavin’s eyes. While responding, he opens up the bento. “I don’t know either. She was really secretive about it in the morning, and said I should only look at it at noon...”

Very soon, he isn’t able to continue smiling. Slices of green bitter gourd are neatly laid out in the box. Aside from that, there’s nothing else inside.

“HAHAHAHA. Does sis-in-law want to help relieve your internal heat?” Eli chuckles boisterously, and Tang Chao’s shoulders tremble from suppressing his laughter.

The chopsticks in Gavin’s hand are on the verge of snapping. As they continue rubbing salt into his wound, the chopsticks curve.

He shoots them a glare. “Get out!”

“Gav, don’t murder your squad mates!”

[Trivia] One of Gavin’s “Go See Him” lines is - “There isn’t a canteen in STF, but the nearby eateries aren’t bad.”

However, in an official post about Loveland City, it’s revealed that there IS a canteen. This has been a running joke in the CN community because we still don’t know if it’s a mistake by Papergames or if Gavin really lied to MC so that she’d make him bentos (っ˘ω˘ς )

[ LUCIEN ]

Mr Lucien has always lacked a sense of security, and this is something you’re well aware of. However, the vulnerabilities he reveals to you are mostly meant to tease you, or used to stir up sympathy. You can only get a glimpse of his genuine unease after Lucien falls asleep.

“Mm...” Lucien’s eyes are shut tight, as though he’s having a nightmare.

Since you drank a cup of milk tea before heading to bed, you aren’t drowsy at all. Sensing Lucien’s movements, you pat the large hand wrapped around your waist. “What’s wrong?” you whisper.

Thinking that Lucien is feeling uncomfortable due to the heat, you attempt to put some distance between the both of you. However, the arm around your waist tightens. Not knowing if he’s awake or not, you don’t dare to move much.

Lucien embraces his treasure as he mumbles to himself. “My... Little Butterfly belongs only to me...”

You smile in resignation. Lucien has always been stubborn when it comes to staking his claim on something. This doesn’t upset you. In fact, you have the impulse to tease him even though he’s asleep. “Really?”

“We’ll see who dares to snatch you away.” Lucien’s brows furrow even more, dyeing his expression with an intimidating aura.

Having a bad feeling that you accidentally stepped on a landmine, you decide to soothe the atmosphere so that Professor Lucien wouldn’t feel troubled in his sleep. Before you can do so, you hear a dry chuckle. “A collaborative partner? Hmph.”

The threatening tone in his voice causes you to tremble, and an iciness travels up your spine and into your brain. You instinctively tense up, and you decide to wake him up.

“Lu...”

“Pete, could you bring me that box of scalpels?” His gloomy voice makes him seem like an entirely different person. “Little Butterfly, you can only be mine. Forever.”

You shut your mouth. The Ultima Bioresearch Centre measures its scalpels in boxes?

Sensing your movements, Lucien opens his eyes slowly. In the haze of drowsiness, he kisses your hair while speaking with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your survival instincts cause you to shrink your neck backwards, and you nuzzle into the arms of the big fox. “Goodnight.”

[ KIRO ]

“Miss... Chips...”

A soft mumble rouses you from the world of novels. Turning your head, you watch as Kiro is sprawled on the bed, quietly tugging the blanket over his bare chest.

Kiro nuzzles the pillow with a slight frown. It seems as if he’s dreaming about something troubling. “Miss Shrimp Strips...”

Your fingers pause on the screen when you hear this familiar yet unfamiliar term of address. Although the both of you often eat shrimp strips, he has never called you “Miss Shrimp Strips”. Does Kiro have another snack in his life?

Thinking of this possibility, your expression turns cold, and you decide to observe further. After waiting for such a long time that you start to doubt if you were merely hallucinating earlier, he finally speaks. “Miss Drumstick...”

Okay. You didn’t mishear earlier. There’s a Miss Drumstick now.

“Miss Popcorn...”

It’s said that dreams portray the most genuine reflections of reality. What one thinks about in the morning is what one dreams about at night. You never imagined that Kiro would be this sneaky in his dreams. Taking a deep breath, you inch closer to him.

The arm of justice reaches out to the unsuspecting Kiro. The second before his head is ripped off, he suddenly twitches, giving you a fright and causing you to pause.

“No! All of you are fakes!” His voice carries with it a sense of righteousness.

There’s a dramatic twist in his dream?

Kiro releases a “hmph”. He shakes off the blanket with a hand before exclaiming, “I, Kiro Bohu, will find the genuine Miss Chips!’

You burst into laughter. If you’d known earlier, you wouldn’t have forced him to watch “Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance" with you earlier. Covering him with the blanket properly, you pat his golden coloured hair. “Your Miss Chips is right here.”

As though he’s able to hear this, Kiro curls his four limbs as he nuzzles against you. “Mm... Miss Chips...”

“Goodnight, Mr Chips.”

[ SHAW ]

“Tsk.”

A noise sounds in the quiet and still room, causing your fingers to pause. Did he realise that you’re staying up? You quickly turn around to look at Shaw behind you.

At this moment, his eyes are shut tight, his breathing is even, and he doesn’t seem to be awake. You heave a sigh of relief. As long as you don’t get caught, you'd continue using your phone.

“What’s that?”

Another sound drifts over, but it sounds a little unhappier than before.

“What’s what?” You find yourself responding instinctively after growing accustomed to retorting him.

Shaw purses his lips, and he appears to be having an unpleasant dream. You shift a little further away, afraid that he’d progress from simply retorting to whacking you.

Shaw turns over, unable to break free from his dream. “Dragonfly Eye. Don’t lose it again.”

“Your dream’s pretty exaggerated.” You roll your eyes. You’ve only lost the Dragonfly Eye once - and it was 99% due to a certain someone’s “assistance”.

Shaw doesn’t seem to have had his fill yet. He adds another grumble.

“Silly woman.”

The familiar term of address leaves absolutely no doubt that his current dream involves you. You take a deep breath. “Carry on if you dare!”

“Stupid.”

Even when he’s asleep, Shaw is the same as when he’s awake, meeting you head-on.

Fuming, you give him a kick to the butt, sending him off the bed.

Shaw is startled awake. He scans his surroundings in confusion, then covers his injured area while standing up, gritting his teeth. “What’s up with you!”

You respond with a glare. “You insulted me! Twice! You pig!”

Shaw, who was kicked awake but has no idea what happened: ???

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#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc lucien #mlqc kiro #mlqc shaw #cheri shortcake

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Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home.

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others. But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.

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