#wherever the F it may apply

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Are you fucking serious?

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Brat Tamer!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Brat!Reader

Era: Alexandria

Smut

Warnings: Rough sex, unprotected p in v, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, dom!daryl, brat tamer!daryl, degradation (such as brat, slut, whore etc) , opposites attract, diva!reader, brat!reader, smut, plot, pet names, oral (m&f), face fucking, fingering, choking(by oral) squirting, hair pulling, small masturbation (when i say small it may aswell not be a warning but yk), pink pink PINK 🥰, spanking, a sprinkle of praise, aftercare, Reader has pink painted weapons instead of the other types (weapon paint)

First Person. (I, My, Me, etc.)

Context: Reader is a brat and Daryl fucking hates it, they have known each other since the quarry but Daryl has always seemed to hate her for some reason, so Reader hates him back for it, they have to go on a run together.. who knows what will happen

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I was just applying some lip gloss, pink gloss that i found last run, thought i could treat myself seeing as it was this big mall that had clothes and a makeup store, there was also a torn up victoria secret store butttt i didn’t bother going there due the hawk eye that was on run with me that day. Speaking of which, the hawk eyed archer is walking over, with a frustrated look on his face, thats nothing new when hes forced to talk to me, that hawk eye is also called Daryl, someone I’ve known since the quarry. He has hated me since I met him, I have never really knew why. I put my lipgloss into these creme jean shorts that suited this dirty pink tank top with a pink gun in my holster, then met his walk.

“Why are you over here, What do you want?” then crossed my arms, swung my hips and then looked up at him, one thing that I’ll admit is that he has really nice eyes, they are blue and they are actually nice. “Rick has ordered us ta’ go on a run.” his southern accent dripping in his sentence, hinting at his own frustration at it. “Whys it ALWAYS us?” I rolled my eyes im my own evident anger, then followed him over to his bike, hopping on the back of it and held onto him, Daryl simply just shrugged and we were on our way to wherever the fuck we were going to.

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Finally we pulled up at some random town thats nearby, abandoned, glass was actually shattered all around the town. I got off and looked at the stores that were actually not shattered. “Personally i think we should split up.”, a grunt of annoyance was heard and i immediately turned around “Problem?” he just walked over to me and replied “Are y’ sure tha’ ya’ lil’ doll legs wont get hurt if ye’ go off alone?” and more anger flushed in my face. “What the fuck do you mean, Dixon? Just because i like fashion doesn’t mean that you get to be an asshole about it.” i was beyond pissed off at him, How could he say something so rude. I rolled my eyes at him and he just grunted in response. I just walked off, who was he to say no?

As I checked out a store for clean clothed, i couldn’t believe my eyes. It was gorgeous pink lingerie that had a 2000s satin dressing gown, who was i to say no to that beauty?! I picked it up by the hanger and checked it out, shock filling my expression, smiling at it. It was pretty dirty but nothing a little bit of cleaning wont fix. With this i could look like a goddess.. I folded it into my backpack and continued looking, the clothes here were really dirty, I picked up a few that reminded me of people at home, then went to check over the counter, some makeup that was clearly used, but very barely, I need a few more products and, personally I think the girls at home would thank me for it. I grabbed a few in different shades of everything so people have variety, there was then a hand on my shoulder, i turned around quickly, shit! a walker, I rushed to try get my knife out, i walked backwards then I accidentally made a shelf fall over, woops.., I grabbed my knife quickly then stabbed the walker right in the skull.

I finally finished the little shopping spree, about to open the door until suddenly Daryl came rushing in, i raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, about to speak, a bang was at the door, a walker hand. They were all piling up the front of the door, clearly knowing that we were in there. I turned to look at Daryl in anger. “What the fuck.” i said with aggression and he looked down at me with twice the amount of anger, i was confused on why he was so pissed off at me “What the fuck do y’ mean? Y’ just nearly got yourself killed! Walkers coming left and right from those abandoned stores ALL because you dropped something in here because of how careless you were being.” I opened my mouth wide and looked at the fallen shelf then looked back at him, he was looking at the fallen shelf and just put two and two together. “Im not being careless Daryl. I even got you a new shirt that looks far better than your torn one. It was wobbling before i even came in here, I just took the most decent stuff on it then it fell.” I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, the excuse clearly poor as a glass item was fallen on-top of clothes. “Th’ dead walker says otherwise. What the fuck are y’ doing.” he said with a fed up tone then took the bag, unzipping it, seeing makeup on top of clothes. He picked up a mascara and looked at me in anger. “Fuck’n makeup? What are y’ going to do with this?” his anger becoming more and more evident by the second. “Well.. for starters theres plenty of women at home that would be very grateful without looking like they are actually apart of the dead, and secondly whys it your business?” I said with as equal aggression as him, stepping closer to him.

He went back looking in the bag and i seen the tiniest bit of the lingerie. He raised it up with aggression. “Are y’ fuck’n serious?” he said, evidently furious. I rolled my eyes again until i heard him grunt again before dropping the bag and stepping forward to me. he looked like he was hesitating, i realised how close he genuinely was and rolled my eyes again, blushing only the slightest bit. “If y-” suddenly his lips were on mine, i shut my eyes and blended into the kiss. “If i knew tha’ was what shut y’ up, I woulda done it a long time ago.” he pressed his forehead against mine. “If i knew that stopped you being a dick this whole time i would have done it myself… except you’re still an asshole.” I said with false anger in my voice, he just grunted and slammed his lips back on mine, “Such a fuck’n brat f’me.” my legs nearly fell in front of him as he said that. “Do y’ want this? Hmm?” his finger fell to my clit, i rolled my eyes and quietly let out a gut moan. He stopped directly on it, “Didnt get an answer, cmon, all silent f’me now but you were chewin’ my ear off seconds ago.” he said looking in my eyes with this lust-filled gaze i haven’t seen from him before. “Please.” i looked away from him in embarrassment, hiding how badly i really wanted him, and how i have for a longgg while now. “Please what? Y’ want me to stop? Cant do nothin’ without y’ permission. And look a’ me.” he raised his hand to my chin, making me look in his eyes. this was like a whole new Daryl.. “Fine.. please keep going, Daryl.” I looked down after i had said it, i felt the blush turning more redder as what i said settled in, suddenly i felt movement down below and i sighed with relief. “Finally a good girl mm?” he then took my hand, putting it in front of his bulge. I teasingly squeezed it and he just grunted. “On y’ knees, doll.”

I rolled my eyes then got on my knees, i slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, it hit me square in the face and he laughed. It was sure fucking big alright. There was a specific vein climbing up to the tip, i just shoved it in my mouth and bobbed my head against it. He groaned, a long, sexy, groan. he grabbed the back of my hair and started thrusting upwards, making me gagg. “What a fuck’n slutty brat, mm? Y’ enjoying this sweetheart? Who knew it was dick y’ needed to shut that pretty lil moutha yours, ah?” he thrusted deeper as he groaned louder, throwing his head back. Absentmindedly i began to unbutton my shorts and put my own hand working on my clit, making a muffled moan escape from my lips. this kept on going for a while, a small “Good girl” escaping Daryls lips as mascara filled tears were rolling down my face. “What a dirty fucking whore..” he groaned out.

“Fuck.. fuck.. fuck..” he grunted, i could tell how close he was, but he just pulled me away from his cock, lifting me up to him and kissed me, picking me up, spinning me round and putting me on the check out counter, he seen that my shorts were undone and groaned in response, finding pink lacy panties.. of course. he pulled them down alongside with my shorts and started licking my pussy, sucking and nibbling on my clit. I hesitantly moved my hands to his hair and pulled on it lightly, making him let out a quiet groan beneath me, he slid a finger inside me making me moan and my grip tighter on his hair, he let out a louder groan. it had to have been even better than music, and i cant even listen to it no more!

He kept flicking his tongue and added another digit, curling his fingers up, “Fuck I- keep going..!” I looked down and he was looking up at me with those lust eyes, thats all i needed and i came all over him. His fingers, his face, it was perfect. he kept going for me to ride out my orgasm, then pulled away, standing up and licking his fingers clean. then, he slowly pushed his cock deep into me, making a loud moan of ecstasy escape my lips. He felt so big inside, even bigger than how he felt in my mouth, tears fell down my face and he notice. “Y’ can take it girl, cmon, i ain’ even fully in yet.” he pushed more forward, his own structure collapsing slightly more and more then kissed me, it was actually pretty passionate. his lips were so… perfect, i could suffocate in them. “Yeah, is it even in yet?” he immediately looked at me, raised his eyebrow then slammed into me, thrusting roughly and spanked my ass, making a loud moan escape my lips, his hand snaking up to pull my hair, reminding me to keep quiet, the grip on my hips had to have been bruising. he was placing kisses and bites all round my tank top, it kept rolling back up so he ripped it off “I liked that shirt!” he grunted in response, “Sounds like y’ prefer ma cock tho, what a slut, even when getting ya’ pussy fucked y’ cant stop fuck’n talkin’, such a whore.” this made me let out a moan, in response he spanked me again.

Then he pulled out to sit me on the counter and spread my legs, putting one up to his shoulder, slamming right back ainto me, just as i was about to let out a high pitch moan, he put his hands next to my head, one on the left and one on the right, placing his lips on mine, shushing the moans i had and he went quicker with his thrusts, parting his own lips now and then to let out a groan before putting them right where they belong.. he then parted them again to let out a groan, i then sunk my teeth to around where this ‘X’ tattoo just above his collarbone was, the noise that escaped him was so.. attractive. as i stopped sucking on it and giving him probably a hickey, he jumped directly on my neck, planting his own hickeys peppered all round my neck, collarbone, and even some around my cleavage.

He continued going until I felt that knot in my stomach, felt like i was seeing stars “Go on, girl, i feel y’, good girl, cmon.” i rolled my eyes to the back of my head and suddenly, a wet noise came out, almost sounding like water coming out there. Even Daryl stopped and looked down in shock, “Damn, woman.. y’ a squirter..” he breathed out and I looked down, a small puddle of water underneath me, water droplets dripping down his thigh. I bit my lip and looked up at him. “I’m being genuine when i say this.. i didnt know i could do that.” he raised an eyebrow, surprised. “So much for not feelin’ it sweetheart, now y’ gonna do it again f’me.” he pushed fully back into me and grunted. “You’re so wet.” he winced and started thrusting.

He gained speed, if felt like i was about to finish all over again “Cmon just one more time..” and thats all i needed, it was like a waterfall to be honest, it felt amazing.. then like that, he came too, a groan escaping his lips for the final time before he collapsed on my chest, looking at me as i looked at him, both of us panting, breathlessly, he then pressed a kiss just filled with passion on my lips.

“Thought you hated me, Dixon.” he shook his head “Never have, js hated how pretty y’ were and how i always dreamt of y’ wrapped around my cock. Y’ came into my head almost every single night and i couldnt stand it.. the way you gave me that fuck’n attitude made me feel like you knew.” this made me chuckle abit , him looking at me as if he seen a ghost. “So you just wanted me wrapped round your cock then you might’ve started liking me?” he shook his head. “Y’ twisting my words, ive never not liked ya’. When y’ not talking to me and y’ talking to others y’ not bad. I know that i prolly ruined my chances and all-” i took his neck then pulled him in for a kiss. “Shut up and stop being silly, no chances were ruined. Now let’s get out of here- after i find a new shirt.” he laughed slightly and nodded, i went looking for a shirt that actually looked good, a pink jumper, sure, put it on then prepared to escape, some walkers were gone from the door, we let 2 in at a time till eventually it was fine to leave.

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wishful thinking. (7.5)

chapter 7.5: limbo

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; minho's pov; non-explicit smut, kissing, grinding, implied unprotected sex; alcohol consumption, non-linear storytelling (jumps around a few random scenes before we get back to the present that picks up from the end of chapter 7), cursing, the final line :-?; not that unedited i am so so sorry lol word count: 5.6k

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Wishing fountains, we pray for change in the dark Moving mountains, we end up right where we start The world’s not falling apart But you and I, baby we are

Wishing Fountains - Bad Suns

“What does it say?” Minho asks.

You sigh, your eyes trailing the words on the small piece of paper in your hands before you shove one half of the fortune cookie in your mouth. It seems dry; you look like you can barely swallow it.

“Bullshit,” you say simply, a little bitter before you hide behind a mask of indifference, turning to him as you ask, “Yours?” 

He breaks his own fortune cookie in half, pulling out a similar piece of paper that reads, “‘Jeg elsker deg’ means ‘I love you’ in Norwegian.”

You're both lying on a fluffy rug on the floor of your bedroom, with an empty bottle of rosé sitting somewhere near your head. “That’s... random,” you say, casting your eyes to the ceiling. “But I mean, at least it’s kind of educational. Now you know a phrase in Norwegian.”

“Sure,” Minho laughs, testing out the syllables in his mouth and butchering them in the process. “Who would I even say it to?”

“Impress your future girlfriend with your worldly knowledge. Or say it to Hyunjin, I’m sure he’ll swoon and blush like a schoolgirl.”

“That’s the last thing I want. He’s already clingy enough as it is.”

“Alright. Well, your loss then.”

He only hums in response. “You’re really not gonna tell me what yours is?”

“I told you. It’s bullshit.”

“Wanna tell me why the fortune cookie is evil at least? I’ll fight it for you.”

You roll your eyes, shoving at his shoulder with a playful scoff. “It just got me thinking, that’s all.”

“About what?”

It takes a minute for you to gather your thoughts into one semi-cohesive pile. 

“Just… reminds me how I don’t really fit into anyone’s life,” you start, your voice coming out a little small and timid before you seem to let the alcohol give you enough confidence to say what you want. “I don’t feel like I’m worth anyone’s time. Everyone’s going to outgrow me eventually, if they haven’t already. Their lives will only get bigger and bigger, and they’ll have to leave me behind at some point. All that space but none for me.

“I think I’ll be stuck like this forever, in this fucking… limbo. And I know it’s dramatic because we’re still young and we’ve got our whole lives in front of us and whatever else that people say. But it feels like wherever I go and whatever I do, my life will always be this small while you all move on. Chan and Jess, Seungmin, Changbin, Felix, even Hyunjin and Jisung when they’re not too busy being idiots. Everyone’s got everything all planned out, and they have other things to fall back on if those plans don’t work out. If I fall, I think I’ll just keep falling until I hit rock bottom.

“And you… you’re gonna do great things too. You’re gonna live your life and it’s going to be a good one, and you’ll forget about me too. A few years from now, when everyone’s already moved on, I’ll just be a girl that you used to know. I’m just a stop along the way.”

Then you pause, and the laugh you let out afterward is choked up and not at all sincere. You rub your hands down your face, groaning a little when you say, “Ugh, that was depressing. Sorry, it’s the wine. Forget I said anything.”

You have beautiful eyes, that’s what Minho has always thought, the kind that holds all the universe’s sparkles and all its sadness too, a bittersweet balance. The kind that makes one want to stop and admire for a while. He loves when they light up before the joy gradually spreads across your face, like watching the sun peak over the horizon before it colors the sky with ethereal pinks and purples and blues. You’re a wonderful sunrise, his favorite part of every day.

He even loves your faraway gaze when you’re here but you’re elsewhere simultaneously, hiding in your eyes musings that are privy to nobody else. You’d stare into the distance and he’d watch you the whole time, wondering if any of the thoughts that occupy your mind are about him.

Minho has an urge to take you into his arms and hold you tight and tell you that everything’s going to be okay. That no one’s going to forget about you because you’re not someone who can be forgotten so easily, let alone be forgotten by him. That he isn’t going anywhere if it’s not by your side, that he wants to be in your life until you decide you’re sick of him, not the other way around.

He wants to tell you he loves you because that’s the truth. He was gone the minute he saw you at that stupid party years ago when you had walked in shyly with Chan and Jess. You had tried to make yourself smaller in a roomful of strangers, but you’ve always been the only one Minho could find in a crowd.

Years and years from now, when he thinks back to his youth, the highlight reel that will pop up in his mind will be of his idiot friends and the good memories they’ve shared with one another. How they laughed and cried, how they fell and got back up together time and time again.

And at the center of it all will be you. Green grass, blue skies, his golden days and you, the focal point of his youth.

He loves you. Would it help, or would it scare you?

He doesn’t let himself debate that question for long. Regardless of what the answer is, now isn’t the right time. So instead, he says, “For what it’s worth, everyone’s just taking it one day at a time, even if they seem like they have it all planned out. You’re not falling behind. You’re going at your own pace, who cares about other people?”

You turn your head to stare at him, your cheeks flushed with a rosy tint from the wine you had shared and a pensive look on your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking, but he holds your gaze anyway.

“And I can’t speak for anyone else, but you’ll always have me. I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

A quiet moment passes. If Minho focuses hard enough, he thinks he might be able to hear the faint beats of your heart.

His gaze flickers to your lips for barely a second before it returns to your eyes, quick enough for it to escape your notice.

Then, you’re holding yourself up on one elbow and shuffling into his orbit until you’re right by his side. He doesn’t move a single inch; he only watches as you get closer, and closer, and closer until there’s no more space between the two of you. He blinks, and in that split second he misses the way you let your eyes shut as you lean down to press your lips to his.

He’s surprised, but pleasantly so.

You taste like rosé, like something he’s always known that he wants to chase.

It stuns him enough that he forgets to respond, his mind focused solely on the feeling of your soft lips on him, the scent of your jasmine perfume and how you’re so warm pressed against him like this.

Maybe it’s the stillness of his body that shocks you out of it, because you pull away after a few seconds with an instant look of mortification in your eyes, trying to scramble back to your original spot on the rug like you’ve just committed an unspeakable sin. Running away, he thinks, is your first instinct.

But Minho is just a tad quicker than you are. He doesn’t let you stray very far when he props himself up to cup your face with one hand and bring you back to him.

He’s kissing you again and for a brief moment, he feels like he could die.

You don’t break from him this time. Instead, you’re kissing him back just as deeply. You let him lower you back to the floor as he holds himself up above you, his tongue slipping past the seal of your lips while his thumb strokes your cheek softly, keeping you there in his loose hold so you could still run if that’s what you want to do.

But you stay with him, your hands trailing up the expanse of his chest to find purchase on his shoulders, your legs parting so he could perfectly slot himself into the space that you’ve allowed him.

When he rocks his hips into you experimentally, you bite on his bottom lip, a whining sound from your throat comes out muffled against his mouth.

He strays just long enough and far enough so he could look into your eyes, with your pupils blown much darker than they had been at the start of the evening.

He says your name, the gentlest sound in the world, then a question. “What do you want?”

Minho half expects you to overthink your answer and come back to your senses, to choose flight because it would be the easier option.

But you don’t. There’s a dazed look in your eyes as you lock onto him, and there’s something underneath the pool of lust in your gaze that leaves him breathless and wondering.

“You,” you say quietly, “I want you.”

And it’s with this simple answer that you pull him back to you again, not the other way around. You kiss him more fervently than before if that’s even possible. When he slides his arm around your waist, you let him pick you up to cross the few steps it takes to get to your bed, his lips never leaving you even after he has laid you onto the mattress. They follow the path where your jawline leads down to your neck, then where your neck meets your collarbone, and he savors every little whimper that you make for him even though he’s barely touched you yet. There’s hardly any patch of skin that he leaves unkissed, and when he reaches where your shirt begins to hide the rest of you from him, he only looks up at you, quietly asking for more permission.

You don’t give him a verbal answer. You take matters into your own hands, lifting your top over your head and flinging it somewhere on the floor.

Then your bra follows to join your shirt, wherever it may be. Minho assumes they’ve landed on the bottle of rosé, only guessing by the sound of the glass being knocked over and rolling around. He’s not sure but he doesn’t care about it enough to look, not when he’s got you right here under him, so beautiful and so willing that it makes his head spin.

He’s imagined this before, just a few times whenever he's drunk enough to let his mind wander without the guilt that comes with it when he’s sober. He has wondered before what it would feel like to kiss you breathless and have you kiss him back, to touch you in ways that no one else ever has, to taste how sweet you are and feel your warmth. None of it is appropriate, not at all platonic. He’s well aware of it.

It's been years, ever since Minho met you at that party when he was 19 and you had been too awkward to start a conversation. Years of walking with you in the rain after class, sharing umbrellas that are too small to shield the both of you but it’s okay, because he doesn’t mind leaving half of his body exposed to the harsh weather as long as the rain doesn’t get on you. Years of making sure you get home safely after nights out with your friends, years of insisting that he sees you walk inside your building and up to your floor whether it's 11PM or 4:30AM. Years of lingering glances, of pretending he isn’t bothered whenever Felix offers to introduce you to someone, of smiles sent your way that are far too endeared to mean nothing at all.

Years of loving you in silence because he’s your friend first and foremost, and his friendship with you means more to him than the feelings he has for you.

And yet...

He’s here in your bed, watching you with mesmerized eyes as you take off the rest of your clothes before helping him discard his, as you kiss him just as deeply as he’s wanted to kiss you for the longest time, as you keep pulling him into you even when he’s already as close to you as humanly possible. His lips on yours, his heart pressed against the other side of yours. His fingers intertwined with yours when he slips inside of you, and how your hands stay interlocked the entire time you’re wrapped together. You cling to him so tightly, as though it would hurt you if he were to ever let go.

It’s the way you look at him, like he’s the only person that exists in your universe. It’s the broken moans that you give him, the nonsense babbles that make his chest swell with pride at the knowledge that he’s making you feel so good that the only thing you know how to say coherently is his name. It’s the heaven between your thighs, absolutely divine and infinitely better than any fantasy that he could ever let himself indulge in.

Just for tonight, Minho can pretend that you're his, even though he knows that he’s already been yours since the first time you met. He’s been yours for as long as he can remember, even if you don’t know it yet.

Later on, when he’s collapsed next to you on the bed, there’s a safe distance between your tired bodies and a certain tension in the air that’s heavy with the consequences of your actions. When he takes your hand, the one that’s shaking as you grip the sheets between your fingers, it alleviates some of that anxiety.

“The fortune cookie, what did it say?” he asks, like you’re simply continuing the conversation from before.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “Seriously?”

He gives you a lopsided smile, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Seriously.”

You purse your lips as you look at him for another second before you cast your eyes to the ceiling again, like you’d done just an hour ago. “It said ‘You’ll be loved.’”

You are, he thinks to himself. You’re loved.

“Open wide.”

You give him a look, to which he only responds with a shrug and a sly grin. 

“You’re enjoying this too much,” you say, but you take the spoonful of chicken soup that he offers you anyway. You can’t focus on the taste but it’s warm and the relief you feel is instant when it soothes your throat.

You’ve practically been on bedrest for the past three days, slowly rotting away in your apartment with a bad strain of the seasonal flu until Minho came over and unleashed his inner mama bear on you. Now here you are, wrapped up like a burrito on the couch (Minho insisted; he wouldn’t have it any other way) while he spoon feeds you homemade chicken soup.

You were stubborn about it at first, as one could probably imagine. When you told the group chat that you wouldn’t make it to movie night at Chan’s place last weekend, you were adamant that you would be able to sleep it off and bounce back in no time, despite Minho offering to make you some food and bring over some meds and cough drops.

The symptoms worsened overnight though, and you developed a fever along with a cough that’s worse than any you’ve ever experienced. When Minho called you to make sure you were still alive, you could barely even speak.

He hates your cavalier attitude when it comes to taking care of yourself. He hates himself even more for believing in your nonchalance and not bulldozing his way over sooner.

“I’m enjoying this because I was right,” he says, feeding you more of the soup. “I told you instant ramyeon wouldn’t cure you.”

He lets his I told you so triumph go easily, even though he suspects that you have much more to bite back at him if you could get through half a sentence without wanting to hack your lungs out. You make a noise, and he isn’t really sure if it’s one of agreement or protest but it’s most likely the latter. He thinks it’s cute that you close your eyes after every spoonful, lazily eating like one of his cats back home whenever they’ve run out of energy. You’re probably tired and can’t wait to get into bed.

When the soup is finished, Minho fetches you your meds and a glass of warm water. He doesn’t know if the scrunched up face you make after every pill is because you hate the bitter taste or if the tablets keep dragging against your already sensitive throat on their way down, but he strokes your hair all the while you wash it down with water, a gentle hand on your head as if to say You’re doing well.

He tucks you in bed not long after, despite your weak protests as he carries you to your bedroom.

“Oh my god,” you had managed to croak out. “I’m not that helpless.”

“I know,” came his response and a teasing smile. “Just let me take care of you for once.”

You’re pliant once you’re laid gently on the mattress though, idly watching Minho as he wraps the duvet around your shoulders and fluffs your pillows just the way you like. This is awfully domestic, he notes, and he can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to your forehead, not when he’s absolutely endeared by the way your tired eyes try to keep themselves open just so you could look at him.

When his lips leave your warm skin, he thinks he might’ve imagined the blush that colors your cheeks.

But he blinks, and you’re still flushed, your lips slightly parted as you stare at him, mild surprise evident in your drowsy gaze.

Something passes over the two of you, a kind of silence that he isn’t accustomed to when he’s with you. It isn’t bad, it’s just… strange.

One beat, then another. “Want me to stay with you?” he asks.

He knows you’d say no, and yet he can’t help the disappointment when you tell him, “You don’t have to. Go home, Min. Thanks for taking care of me today.”

“You sure? I can take the couch. It’s fine.”

“I’m sure. Chan and Jess said they’re coming to check on me in the morning.”

Minho lets out a hum, and purses his lips.

“What?” you ask.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But you look like you want to.”

“Just… y’know,” he starts, gauging your reaction all the while, for any signs of physical discomfort or otherwise, “I like you like this. You’re not hiding when you’re like this.”

“You like me frail and on the verge of death?”

He rolls his eyes, pretends to flick at your forehead. “You know what I mean.”

When you giggle, it’s immediately followed by a wince, like the movement is hurting your sensitive throat. “Do I hide when I’m with you?”

“Sometimes.” He moves his hand to caress your face, gentle fingertips tracing the apple of your cheek. Surprisingly, you let him, if only for a little while. “It feels like you’re always ready to leave.”

“Are you worried I’m gonna run away?” you ask, covering your hand over his to move it away, but you still let his touch linger when you only lower his hand to your neck, where he starts twiddling your hair between his fingers. It feels like you want him close, close enough that it matters, close in a way that still lets you have control over how it matters. “I physically can’t. I’m sick.”

“Does that mean you’ll run away when you get better?”

You seem to ponder the question for a moment. You’re holding onto his wrist and Minho is almost certain that you can feel his pulse. He would do so many things for you if only you’d let him.

When you answer him, you keep things light but your tone is soft, gentle in a way that tells him your sentiment means more than the words you cherry pick on the surface.

 “No, I have finals in two weeks.”

The first time that Minho gets to wake up next to you, nothing feels real. Not the pleasant scent of your shampoo greeting him the minute he opens his eyes, not your soft breath fanning his bare collarbone where you lay with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, not even the feeling of you in his arms, safe and warm, as though this is where you’re meant to be. None of it seems like anything other than a dream.

When memories of the previous night come rushing to the surface, it also brings back the annoyance he felt watching Yeonjun openly flirt with you at the party, and the bitter feeling that accompanied the reminder that Minho couldn’t even really do anything about it but stand idly by. 

But you stir in his arms, and all of the annoyance and bitterness goes away. Because you’re here with him and not anybody else. There’s a certain ego boost knowing that he’s the one you kiss, the only one you allow in your most personal space. To know you is a privilege, and it’s one that you grant no one else but him.

Last night, something happened. Something changed, he felt it when you were the one who asked him to stay. You let him put his shirt on you, let him hold you as you slept, even welcomed his embrace and snuggled further into his body in a way that you’ve never done before.

How you kissed him just hours prior, how you looked at him… God, he thinks he could just spill all of his secrets if you did it again.

But when you open your eyes, Minho is already pretending to be asleep again. How would you react? He’s curious to know. Would you scramble away the second the realization kicks in that you let him break your rule? Would you leave his side and act all nonchalant about it when you inevitably have to face each other later? He’s willing to bet that you would.

But you surprise him again. He feels you watching him for a moment, then your touch ghosts upon his features. It almost makes him falter in his act, your gentle fingers tracing his temple, his cheekbones, the slope of his nose down to his lips. There’s a sigh that you exhale, and he misses your touch the very second it leaves his skin. He itches to bring you closer to him again.

So that’s what he does. Minho keeps the facade going, pretending like he’s now just waking up with his limbs stretching out. You stiffen when he hugs you tighter, but you soon relax after he starts stroking your hair. 

Nothing has changed for him, but can you say the same?

“Dude!”

Minho flinches into action when a voice calls his name right by the car window, loud enough to startle him even through the thick layer of glass. When he turns his head, he finds Changbin’s face all pressed up against the window, struggling to hold three bags full of supplies that are threatening to spill out. “Help me with these!” his friend says.

It’s the week of Jisung, Felix and Seungmin’s birthdays; you lot tends to go all out for the quadruple birthday bash every year (Chan’s birthday is only 11 days later after all). Seungmin’s family has a lakeside cabin a couple hours from the city, that’s where everyone goes to unwind for a long weekend with plenty of food and even more drinks. This year, it’s no different.

Minho and Changbin are on drinks duty, tasked with picking up all of the alcohol and refreshments for the weekend ahead. He doesn’t really know what the rest are doing, just that you and Jeongin are babysitting Hyunjin to make sure the latter doesn’t deviate from the proposed budget and go way overboard when getting snacks and decorations. You sent Minho a text a while ago, a video of you facepalming and rolling your eyes before you flip the camera over to show Hyunjin and Jeongin bickering like children over a mega pack of chips.

Once everything is in the car – cases of beer safely loaded into the trunk, bottles of water and soft drinks set in their designated plastic bags in the backseat, Changbin comments from the driver’s seat, “You looked weird. You were smiling.”

Minho only stares at him for a moment, a neutral expression on his face as he blinks those typical Minho blinks, before he turns his head to the other side to lean against the window.

He was thinking about the first time your tradition started, the first year Jess had to drag you on the trip. She used to do it often; you were shy in the beginning.

He’s got a favorite memory of you, and it wasn’t you and him sitting together on the bank of the river during the sunset, while the others were in the water, splashing around and having the time of your lives (you two were the only ones who couldn’t swim, but it was okay, you didn’t feel like you missed out on anything because at least you had each other).

His favorite memory of you wasn’t running into you in the middle of the night when he went into the kitchen for some water and you were out by yourself on the adjacent balcony, sitting with your chin resting on your folded knees and the crescent moon for company. He stayed there for a moment, dazed, wondering if he was still dreaming or if it was just you. When Minho finally made his presence known, you told him you couldn’t sleep and he suggested that you break into Hyunjin’s secret ramyeon stash, because going to bed with a full stomach always made him feel better whenever he was restless. 1:58AM, you ended up almost burning your hand on the stove, too busy trying to keep your giggles down when he made a stupid joke.

Minho’s favorite memory wasn’t of you falling asleep on his shoulder on the drive back either, with you squished in the backseat between him and Felix, and your light snores reminded him of Soonie whenever the cat would doze off on his chest. It wasn’t any of these moments, even though he thinks he might’ve loved you in every instance.

His favorite memory of you was the evening before that trip had to come to an end, the last night you all spent together before you had to leave your safe little bubble. It was after dinner and some drinks, everyone was buzzed and the air was crisp, chilly every now and then. When you were gathered on the dock overlooking the lake, each holding a sparkler that Jisung had prepared, you were laughing. Everyone else was laughing too, but yours was the only sound Minho could focus on.

“Be quiet. I’m gonna take a nap,” he tells Changbin, ignoring the comment entirely as he closes his eyes. “Wake me when we get to Chan’s.”

The lights, and your friends, and the moon hanging high up in the sky like a guardian angel back then.

You were watching how it all reflected so beautifully in the rippling waters below. He was watching you.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

His question hangs in the awful silence as you stare at him. Minho can see your nails digging into your palms where your fists are clenched, your glassy eyes and the frown between your brows, like you’re trying your hardest to hold back tears. Why else would you be so upset?

He’s known about it for a while, or at the very least, he’s had an inkling of how you feel about him. He knows he isn’t in over his head when he says there’s a certain glow that radiates from within you when you’re together, a side of you that’s tender and at peace, one that he’s never seen you show anyone else. The way you look at him, it’s the same way that he looks at you even if you don’t realize it yet, or maybe you just don’t want to admit it out loud.

It hasn’t been one sided for at least some time now, he knows it.

But it’s frustrating to watch you try so hard to fight it. He’s the only one holding on, and you’ve been willing to let go at every turn.

“See what?” you challenge.

This isn’t how he planned to ever say these words, but the moment is here whether he likes it or not. It’s staring at you both in the face even if you are doing your best to hide from it.

Minho holds your gaze for a few seconds before he steps toward you again. This time, you stand your ground.

“You asked me if things changed for me and I said no. That was the truth, I never lied to you. We’re friends but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen you as something more from the beginning.”

He pauses there, watches your eyes and how you take it in. They soften a little, filling up some more as you process his words. There’s surprise in the look that you wear, sure. A little confusion, yes. But most of all, you just look sad. When you call out his name, he can tell by your tone that it’s a warning, that you’re about to run away for real this time if he presses on, and yet he can’t stop until he says his piece.

“If you want me to spell it out for you, I’ve had feelings for you since we first met. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t remember what it feels like not to love you, and it drives me crazy that you don’t see any of it. The thing that makes me even crazier, do you know what it is? I think you feel something for me too, but you won’t admit it to yourself and you always resort to shutting down instead of facing your feelings. How much longer are you going to run away from me?”

When the first tear unintentionally spills over from the corner of your eye, Minho knows he’s struck a nerve. He wants to reach out and wipe away the tiny stream that rolls down your face but you beat him to it, wiping at your cheek in angry motions.

“You’re wrong.” Your voice is tight when you tell him, “I don’t have feelings for you.” It’s the only thing that you address.

Sometimes, he searches for your answer at the bottom of a glass, or on the other end of looks that seem to linger just a beat too long. But as he’s standing here, right now, he finds it in your hesitation to speak, in the lie you give him when you finally do.

It’s the answer he’s always wanted and yet, the knowledge brings him no satisfaction at all. It only lodges a lump in his throat, an overwhelming sense of dejection when he sees how hard you’re trying to fight this.

“I know you,” he sighs after a moment, a little defeated. “I know when you’re lying.”

“Maybe you don’t know me that well after all.”

You’re stubborn. You’ve always been stubborn.

Minho takes another step forward. It feels like it’s a step closer to the end as you both know it, because how else is your relationship going to come back from this? He sees the slight shake in your shoulders that you try to suppress, but he’ll always be the one to notice. 

“Tell me you don’t love me,” he says quietly, his final resort. A challenge but it sounds an awful lot like a plea. He doesn’t understand how it’s possible that things can take a turn for the worse in just two weeks’ time. The last time you both were here, you’d kissed his endeared smile and held him so impossibly close to you. Now, everything is falling apart, the seams coming undone one by one. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.”

Minho meant what he said, about how loving you drives him crazy sometimes. Even when you’re breaking his heart, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. A noticeable sting settles in between the cracks of his ribcage at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, your balled up fists and his own reflection in your glassy eyes.

“Do you want me to say it so badly?” you ask, and he can only stare at you when your voice comes out harsher than it was before, though it cracks toward the end as you try to keep up with the facade. “Fine, I’ll say it.”

It’s not what he asked, but it’s confirmation nonetheless. It’s acceptance but not how he wants it to be. Acceptance that you do love him, and yet, you say it in a way that he’s never expected to hear from you.

“I don’t want to love you.”

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Domestic Life HCs

Suguru Getou x Fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of periods, affectionate Sug', kisses, piv sex, marking, light choking, use of pet names like "good girl," oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, cum, hair pulling, slight size kink, praise, creampie, Sug' is the king of aftercare istg

A/N: Mina bby, I hope these are sufficient!<3 I wanna sit on his face

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SFW

❀ He loves to be in the same room as you. You could be cooking in the kitchen, and he’s leaning against the counter waiting for you to let him taste test whatever it is you’re making as you guys chat away - though tbh he’d be the one cooking dinner. Or breakfast ;3

❀ Hugs are mandatory for him. Even if it’s first thing in the morning and you’re standing on your porch with a hot cup of coffee/tea in your hands, he’s coming up behind you and carefully wrapping his big arms around your waist, inhaling the lingering scent of your shampoo and committing it to memory (he really loves when you’re not fully awake, just a silent bliss as you both take in the sunrise)

❀ He can be a distraction. Not to the extent as a certain someone, but a distraction nonetheless. It’s cleaning day, you’re dusting the ceiling fan with music playing from the tv when he’s suddenly taking you by the hands and twirling you around the living room and singing along to whatever song started playing from the shuffle. He’ll plant playful kisses all over your face as he pulls you close to him. He walks away like he didn’t just do that (“Dammit, Sug’ I’m trying to clean!” but he just smirks at you and continues cleaning in the kitchen)

❀ He LOVES cuddling with you. He usually makes you initiate since he likes to tease you. (“Aw, ya wanna cuddle, baby? Why didn’t you just say so?”)

❀ If you’re sick, not feeling great, on your period, or whatever, prepare to be coddled. He loves you so much and he wants you to feel better! Feverish? He has a cool, damp towel for your forehead and will bring you whatever medications you need (with a glass of water!) Not doing great today? Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll make sure to get your fave snack, and your fave comfort movie queued up and ready to go. Period stuff? He’ll rub your tummy, your boobies, or your forehead if you need! (Chocolates and your go-to product will be waiting for you, too)

❀ Man loves sketching. Idk I just love the hc of him being some kind of artist. HOWEVER, don’t try to romanticize this shit bc he’s definitely a fan of horror media. He’ll draw a picture of you if you’d like, but you might not like the result. If you want something cute or nice, you may have to request it specifically. Occasionally he might draw something with you as his muse that’s actually really lovely, but usually it’s when he’s feeling a little down and looking for inspiration (“You just looked so pretty today, baby~”)

❀ I hc him to be a gift giver and an acts of service type of guy. He’ll gift you little treats or small trinkets that remind him of you, especially if you two get into an argument and he feels bad about it. He’ll rub your back, your feet, wherever you need his hands, you got it

❀ Sug’ takes really good care of his hair. His hair care routine is I M P E C C A B L E. Hair masks (the fancy ones or even diy) are applied weekly and oils (usually argan or tea tree) are used nightly. He also uses a heat protectant on the warmer days of the year. He swears by his silk scrunchie that you keep forgetting to return (he ended up buying a new one), and adores his silk pillow case. He’s very insistent on you doing his routine with him, or even for him when he’s feeling lazy. He just loves when your fingers massage his scalp and when you gingerly comb through his pretty locks. He feels so relaxed when you spend this time with him.

❀ On the weekends or on days neither of you are working, you both like to laze around in bed for the morning. He loves being lazy with you but he also needs his exercise so he may go for a run or do a quick body weight work out while you’re laying in bed. If you’re not up by the time he’s finished, he’ll come wake you up with a plate of your favourite breakfast and a hot cup of coffee/tea, and leave soft little kisses all over your face until you wake up

❀ Man is so sexy and he knows it. Will wash your car for you and smirk every time he catches your eyes trailing his shirtless torso

❀ Enjoys singing in the shower or humming while he’s doing chores. #FACT and he has a lovely singing voice

❀ Loves to read while sitting on the balcony. If it’s too cold outside then he’ll sit near a window. But his favourite spot to read is laying on the couch with his head on your lap 

❀ If you’re tired, he’ll lay next to you and softly trace your facial features until you fall asleep. Loves staring at your face

NSFW

❀ Back to his hands, he’ll rub other places for you too. If you’ve had a stressful day, he’s carrying you to whatever comfortable surface is closest (the couch, the bed, that comfortable rug in your room?) and set you down on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He’ll nibble your earlobes while whispering praises lowly, one hand groping your breasts, the other traveling further south

❀ While it’s not his go-to, lazy sex is his favourite. He doesn’t care how you’re positioned as long as you’re both laying down, but missionary seems to be what happens the most. The intimacy and closeness really gets him. He moves slow, hitting those sweet spots nice and deep, holding you close. He likes to tell you how much he loves you right before he cums

❀ Pleasure-dom for sure. He gets off on going down on you, humping the bed while his tongue explores your folds. He groans so lowly that you almost come undone right then

❀ He loooooves going down on you, but don’t expect to finish any time soon. He can be really mean, denying your orgasm a few times, praises falling from his lips too (“Look at you, so pretty for me. You really wanna cum don’t you? Be a good girl and ask for what you need, baby~”)

❀ Absolutely loves your pussy. Will absent-mindedly rub your clit while you two are watching a movie. Or while you’re reading a book. He’ll even stand behind you while you’re washing your face. Doesn’t matter where you are, he’ll find a way

❀ Shower sex. I mean… Have you seen him??? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t

❀ He likes wrapping his big hand around your throat. You? Trust him?? Gets off on that fact alone. Plus his hand looks SO BIG wrapped around your pretty neck

❀ Loves to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your mouth is so warm and wet and inviting. The way your plush lips wrap around his thick digits and your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers while his eyes hold your gaze. You get to watch how blown out his pupils get as the tent in his pants grows bigger

❀ When he’s about to cum, he bites down on your neck or your shoulder with a deep groan rumbling from his chest

❀ Loves marking you. Bite marks, hickeys, bruises in the shape of his fingers on your hips

❀ Cumming inside of you is his favourite place to release. He just loves filling up his sweet baby, and seeing it leaking out around his cock gets him hard again

❀ Pull his hair

❀ Pull it

❀And lightly scratch his scalp. While he loves this for self-care days, it makes him groan like a desperate bitch if you do it while making out

❀ Ooh and if you scratch his scalp and pull his hair while he’s inside of you? Oooooohhhhhh boy, you’ve never heard a prettier moan come out of his mouth before

❀ Suguru is the king of aftercare

❀ He’ll lay on top of you for a few moments while you catch your breaths before getting a wet rag from the bathroom to clean you up. If it was an exceptionally messy session then he’ll carry you to the shower and give you a gentle wash. He’ll wash your hair if it needs to be washed, and he’ll gently rub soap over your skin. If it was a tiring session then he’ll lay behind you in the bathtub to clean you up

❀ Once you’re both cleaned up and in pjs, he’ll get you some water. If you fall asleep before he gets back, he’ll try to gently wake you up and make you hydrate, but if you don’t wake up then he’ll set the glass of water on the nightstand for you

❀ He cuddles you pretty tight. Even if it wasn’t especially rough this time. He’ll leave some kisses on your skin along with sweet praises and an “I love you” or two. He just wants you to know that he loves and cares about you

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The spring release date was said by Bianca’s mom actress (Gracy Goldman) on an Instagram comment, she said spring time 2025. I believe someone that is on the show has more knowledge than fans, yes post production takes a lot of time but we don’t know if they’re already editing some episodes while they film the others

*takes your hand*

*whispers* She doesn't know shit either.

Production for Season 1 Wednesday went from September 2021 to March 2022. That is seven months of filming and about seven to eight months of post production.

Production for Season 2 Wednesday went from early May 2024 to late November 2024 (not counting if there are any reshoots/other problems, and December was supposed to be the official wrap, despite the photo that's been circulating for the 'early' wrap party as it was posted on TwitteX).

That would mean you're speculating only ~ five to six months (at best) post-production, since the Spring TV season ends at the end of May (it's from March to May). Why in Hell would anyone think there would be less post time in the second 8-episode series — which is supposed to be "bigger and better" — is beyond me. This here might last less than three minutes, but it doesn't take only three months, it takes 2x as long to do something like it:

And if there's more of that, then it won't take less than the first season's post. Remember that Ortega herself said it'll be bigger and each episode is "like a movie".

It doesn't matter if you think there's final editing going on while the rest of the show is being filmed. That's not how it works/worked. If it did, that would've applied to the first season, and it would've taken less than eight fucking months in post/to get it out, and we saw just how much F/X went into that (with the creation of Nevermore, Tyler/Hyde, Kent underwater, Ajax's snakes, Enid's nails and final transformation/battle with Tyler, the crappy/easy Bianca Siren Song, Thing...did I miss anything there in terms of actual VFX? Nero, Eugene's bees, Xavier's drawings/paintings? Managing the other green screen graphics aside from Thing/Victor, that might be a big one?). That shit has got to be perfect, since everyone is expecting just as 'good' a season as its premiere, if not better.

And then there's a million technical things to get through in post/editing and putting it together. And then Elfman's gotta score it (or did you think that his music just magically materialized wherever Burton or Ortega moved?). He would have to watch the series to know whatever it is he needs to compose/make sure it's coherent and flows well in the finished project. Junkie XL tells us that for him, it can take anywhere from 3 weeks to a year and a half (for Mad Max: Fury Road) to score a film. Elfman and the whole crew are producing what the equivalent of 6 films would be (six 1.3hr films). That's a lot of work if he's not just going to recycle much from Season 1's score. Composers work differently and Elfman has the advantage of having completed Wednesday 1, but that's also a challenge since they want familiarity without the direct repetition of anything but the main theme.

Perhaps you and whoever else should stop and listen to the straight guys adults in the room:

While he may have run through Wednesday fairly quickly because he was given only 10 days to work on each episode after the first two (he thought he was only going to score the first two episodes, so they spent a month on that), these guys watch finished scenes over and over. This time around they can avoid a repeat of that three month stress, and I think they will. Creatives learn how to modify unreasonable requests since they've experienced how anxiety-inducing it was the first time around when they were unsure of how it'd be received.

Anyway. I repeat, it's not coming out in the spring, but here's my promise: If I am wrong and Wednesday 2 comes out in Spring 2025 — before the end of May (my birthday/two years after I debuted Satisfying Afterburn) — after only five to six months of post-production, I will write the most fkd up, sexplicit Wenclair smut that the fandom has ever seen. I'll even make it Afterburn canon.

Color me wrong, universe. I would truly love to be wrong on this, because we're all eager to see WTF they did/how they work around absences and with such a huge cast (who more than likely need some sort of VFX for some of the characters). The cast of Wednesday 2 is bloated. There's just too much they would need to do, I would think. I could be wrong. I want to be wrong. But I'm not counting on a minor-ish actor's throwaway comments on IG.

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Okay, now for a bonus thought that has little to do with the speculated date of Wednesday 2's release date.

For historical purposes and I'm bored: Y'all (ALL you damn kids) should probably heed what a pre-Wenclair, pre-Wyler Ortega stated about Wednesday's motivations (i.e. before Wednesday came out and before her fame blew up, when she was more honest and before she had to self-censor and deal with something I don't think she — or any of the cast — was prepared to deal with) emphasis mine and ahh, her Old Face pre-nosejob:

"Something else I want to stress about the show too is that I never wanted it to seem like she was doing something out of the goodness of her heart. Because that wasn't what it was, it was more genuine interest, you know ... — I don't think she was ever going out intentionally to save lives or to be a hero, but more so "Oh my God, how is this guy actually pulling this off?" like, jotting down her own notes sort of thing. And it was actually the first time in her life not understanding someone's actions when they're being laid out right in front of her."

She also describes how part of Wednesday's behavioral journey was learning how to manipulate/bargain better (those are not her words, they're mine, but when you get to the part where she says Wednesday figures out that if she behaves a certain way, she can't obtain what she wants so she learns what to do, that's what it is). Nowhere in this early interview was even a hint of any of the teen romance, real or imagined, mentioned (and the criticisms about the love triangle only came after the reviews/fan complaints and preferences were aired).

But she does mention how NC Wednesday wants to be a detective. Who better to show her the ropes than Donovan? She was genuinely interested in hanging around him because he was also supposed to be an investigator that she could learn from...and teach.

...Heh.

🫠✨🖤🐦‍⬛💕👮🏻‍♂️💙✨

[evaslytherpuff]

Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Plot: Ominis just wanted to finish his final year at Hogwarts without any issues. In walks Vivian Beausoleil, a new transfer student, and she turns his world upside down. They are falling for one another hard and fast but soon find out that their past’s may come back to haunt them.

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Spoilers for Sebastian’s quest line, Feelings of abandonment

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 1

September 12th, 1892

Ominis Gaunt sat in the great hall alone, once again, kind of glad no one decided to bother him. He was just trying to make it through his last year at Hogwarts and then move on with his miserable life. He honestly wouldn't even be here if he didn't need the extra help. He struggled in many of his classes and it was truly embarrassing. He was so annoyed at himself and couldn't stand the fact that magic was kind of difficult for him. He only applied for two N.E.W.T.S and even then he didn't really care if he passed them or not.

He sighed as he poked at a pile of mashed potatoes, not really in the mood to eat them. He recalled how everything just seemed to fall apart after his fifth year here. He did his best to forgive his best friend Sebastian after he had murdered his own uncle. It was a nasty mess and unfortunately it tore their brotherhood apart.

Even after Ominis tried to mend their friendship, Sebastian was more determined than ever to find a cure for his cursed sister Anne, taking Ember along with him. Ember was the new fifth year student who had the amazing ability to see and use ancient magic. She saved the wizarding world from Ranrok and his loyalists and defeated Victor Rookwood as well. After all that had happened and the rift that seemed to grow larger each day, Ominis refused to follow them to North America, ultimately ending their friendship. He didn't want to give up on helping Anne but the path they were taking was vicious and extremely dangerous. Not only that, but it seemed to push his friends even further towards dark magic. Sebastian was always determined to get what he wanted and Ember would have followed wherever he led.

This left Ominis feeling abandoned with a hole where his heart used to be. He was broken, everyone around him knew it, he knew it as well. It's why everyone avoided him. Today would be no different from any other day. He sat by himself, attended classes alone, and spent all his free time in the library in solitude. Somehow, he was still able to access The Room of Requirement, even after Ember left Hogwarts. He knew exactly what to hope for and where to find the door that led to his own sanctuary, he even slept there to avoid the dormitory, it was away from everyone who would whisper and talk about him. He despised this the most. Even though he is blind, he could still feel people staring at him and it annoyed the hell out of him. People doubted him whenever this was brought up but all his other senses were heightened. His sense of hearing, smell, taste, and touch made up for his lack of sight. He heard all of the gossip that floated around Hogwarts, whether he wanted to or not. He sighed, just wanting to get through his classes so he could read and go to bed, he was already done with the day before it even started.

Suddenly the great hall doors swung open and he heard Professor Weasley speaking to someone. Who would be showing up to breakfast this late? Was a student up to no good and now in trouble? He listened more closely over the hush of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Follow me and we'll get you sorted into your new house." Professor Weasley said cheerfully.

A new student? In their seventh year? This normally didn't happen and shockingly, it had Ominis' attention. Apparently, he wasn't the only one. The whole school stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the new attendee. The chatter spread like wildfire and Ominis was able to gather all that he could without even having to interact with anyone.

According to the chit chat, she's a transfer student from Beauxbatons. Everyone was excited to see which house she would be placed in. Ominis had to admit, he was intrigued, starting over at a new school especially this late had to be overwhelming. He wondered how she would fair. A hush fell over the crowd as professor Weasley placed the sorting hat on the girl's head. It was perfectly quiet for a moment before its voice rang out amongst the crowded hall.

"Ah! A Beauxbatons transfer. Hmmm. Interesting indeed! And a seventh year at that! I sense a lot of emotions from you!" The hat announced loudly. "Oh, you're a complex one aren't you?" It asked. "A bright mind, plenty of talent and determination. Hmmm. Creative, ambitious and resourceful. A very kind heart I see! My, what a young lady we have here! Hmmm. Better be...Slytherin!!!" The hat shouted.

The whole slytherin table began an uproar, cheering on and welcoming the new girl. The rest of the hall clapped for her. Ominis just raised a brow and brought his hands together halfheartedly, returning to his partially eaten food. His fork stilled when he heard the sound of heels growing closer and a slight breeze caressing him. He was hit by the most intoxicating scent, causing him to inhale sharply. What was that?

"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" A soft and sultry voice with a lulling French accent asked.

For the first time in years, Ominis' damaged heart began…to race. He didn't understand what was happening but it felt like his chest had been hit with a hammer. He turned in the direction of her beautiful voice but could barely form any words. He blinked rapidly, just trying to form a damn sentence. He needed to get it together but her scent was washing over him, making his brain fuzzy.

"Ominis! She was talking to you, hello!" Imelda's horrid squawk rang out.

"It's alright, he may not have heard me. I've been told to speak up before." She giggled and Ominis felt a flutter in his stomach. Did he have… butterflies? What the fuck? He thought.

He finally found his voice. "No, no one is sitting here." He said quietly and he heard her take a seat right next to him. Was the table so full that she had to sit beside him?

"This is Ominis, he's not very approachable." He heard Imelda grumble.

"I heard that, I just prefer to not be bothered. Especially by you, Imelda." Ominis practically spat out her name then sighed.

"My apologies, I hope I'm not bothering you." He could hear the slight hurt in her voice and a pang struck his heart. He didn't mean to offend her. Wait. Why did he care? He needed to get a hold of himself.

"No, you didn't bother me. You're new and need a place to sit. Imelda is old and well... annoying." He rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha. Very funny, Ominis." Imelda hissed as the new girl chuckled. "By the way, her name is Vivian Beausoleil if you even care to know, she's a transfer from Beauxbatons."

"I heard, news travels fast in this school. I'm Ominis. It's nice to meet you, Vivian." He said as calmly as he could while he held out his hand to her.

He felt a tingle shoot through his entire body as she shook his hand gently. Hers was soft and petite against his long fingers that clasped around her warm palm. He slightly smiled to himself, his hand was so much bigger than hers.

"It's lovely to meet you, Ominis." He could feel the warmth in her voice. When her hand released his, he felt cold for a split second. What was it about this girl that made him feel so strange? He had just met her.

She sat so close beside him but turned her attention away from him and started chatting with Imelda about their school work and all that Vivian had missed. Then Grace came over and started asking if Vivian had heard of her family. To Ominis' relief, Vivian kindly told her no. The girls kept up their chit chat but all he could think about was her voice and how wonderful she smelled. Would she be in his classes? Why was he drawn to her so quickly? None of this made any sense and it frustrated him tremendously.

He quickly ate what was left of his food and excused himself from the table. He had to get away from this young woman. He pulled out his wand and rushed to his first class. The further away he was from her, the better.

A/N: This chapter is short and sweet! It gets better, I promise!💙

Also a new cover! I hope you like it!😍🥰

Chapter 2

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey, Sex Witch! This one's uhhh probably different than your usual fare BUT here goes. I'm pretty close to middle-aged, monogamous (m/f), and having some trouble with like. positions. Because we're both like ow my knees and ow my hips and yes this is the one position that seems to work but now we're BORED. Which has led to all sorts of anxiety issues around initiating and having sex at all. Do you know of any resources to help a couple of old farts out?

hi anon,

this is actually soooo normal for what I do here! a lot of Sex Witch Advice(TM) boils down to "okay, so try something different then," and that's exactly what we're going to do today!

right off the bat if knees are an issue: hey. have we tried some padding. you could buy, like, this 95 dollar sex pillow from goop if you really wanted to

but you could also just, like, fold up your own blanket or strategically place your own pillows to do exactly the same thing! padding in general can be a huge help; just prop em up wherever you need them to support the parts of your body that need support and go to town.

or, hey, just buy some knee pads and/or knee braces. this may just be the roller skater in me talking, but knee pads are so sexy. having sex that requires its own gear is soooo sexy, and knee pads are no exception!

this is lingerie. to me.

also, pro tip for you and anyone reading this: this also 100% applies to things like wrist or elbow braces! any supportive devices! whatever you need to support your body and keep it comfy during sex, just do that!

aside from just padding things out, let's talk about sex that requires less hip movement. y'all have, presumably, fingers and mouths and a variety of exciting erogenous zones, all of which can be combined in fun and exciting ways.

there is also a wide, WIDE world of sex toys out there to explore together. hips too achey to thrust much anymore? that's fine; just buy a thrusting vibrator and get each other off that way, babe. I've heard particularly great things about Hot Octopuss, a company that found unexpected popularity with elderly customers who enjoyed how accessible many of their toys were for bodies that aren't quite as flexible as they used to be, but obviously anything that tickles your fancy is fair game.

(just, you know. check the packaging to make sure it's body-safe. no jelly dildos, so help me god.)

it sounds like the problem absolutely isn't you and your partner not wanting to bone. in a strange way I consider it a great sign that you've gotten bored, because it tells me that you and your partner like variety and expect to have fun when you have sex together!

to me, that means you're in a fine position to get back in the swing of things by doing a little experimenting together. approach sex like a game, playing together find out what works. try things like the list of positions offered in this article, seeing what works for you, what doesn't, and what just feels silly. when something doesn't work for you, that isn't a failure - just a learning experience, and a great opportunity to laugh together.

listen, you guys are in a super cool part of life where the gift of your lived experience is starting to make itself known and require different accommodations. learning how to do that now is GREAT, because (if everything goes right) you're just going to keep getting older, and your body will continue to change! how great to get to learn what intimacy will look like as you spend more of your lives together!

[littleplantfreak]

honeyed skin, slightest touch, and cherished memories 💖

Em my love, I'm going to smooch you

honeyed skin ୧ ‧₊˚ what do ur fﾉo‘s lips taste like ? does their chapstick linger on your tongue, leaving the ghost of its flavor there ? or do they taste like the faintest trace of their natural, unadulterated essence ?

I usually carry chapstick in my purse and if I see he's got chapped lips ill apply it for him like hand on his chin relax your lips for me application which sounds bold, but I think I'd even do that for my friends if they wanted me to as well (i think i'm just doting)

Otherwise I taste like coffee and sometimes he'll taste a little like dirt/sweat from working in the garden if he wipes his face with his hands.

slightest touch ୧ ‧₊˚ is your fﾉo affectionate by nature or are they only willing to express themselves through touch when in private, when no prying eyes can judge them for showing their love for u so openly ? are u perchance the one who prefers to avoid physical affection in public ? are there times where u find urself so desperate for their touch, their kiss, that u feel as if you might burst at the seams if u don’t feel them right there and then ?

I'd say he's overly affectionate in public whereas I get embarrassed at the slightest hint that someone may be watching. Silly stuff like dramatically confessing our love and how we'll miss each other with every passing moment even if one of us just goes to the bathroom is one thing, but small tender things like fixing my hair for me or thumbing the back of my hand when he holds it have me red faced and antsy.

If I saw him giving someone more affection than usual, even if it was just a particularly gentle head pat, I'd be miming it on myself wondering when the last time he gave me one was probably within the past couple days lmaoo but I'll be DAMNED if i ask for affection like that in public smh I'd just lowkey sulk until I could get him alone. I'd be insanely desperate if I went more than three days without talking to him at all though. Hearing his voice is enough to calm me down, but no contact would have me hauling ass to wherever he was coming back from and lunging at him.

cherished memories ୧ ‧₊˚ moments have the tendency to sear themselves into one's mind. are there any particularly fond memories u share with ur fﾉo that stand out among the rest ?

Oh for sure the first time I told him I loved him. I'm super scared of saying it verbally. It's a word I choke on even with family, so when I practice it over and over enough that it comes out naturally when I'm saying goodnight to him over the phone, he blue screened for like...5 minutes. Really he dropped the phone and ran to my house because he wanted to see me say it in person. I'd probably be crying thinking I killed him by saying it until Kotoha grabs the phone hearing me freaking out, and starts asking why Umemiya left the house barefoot and running saying he's gotta see me real quick.

[aibouart]

So I’ve had an anon in my drafts for like a year now asking how to get better at being fast at art since I can be a bit speedy (I used to be faster but I’ve slowed down in some areas to take my time BDBDS)

Anyways, I have been thinking abt it constantly since then and decided to just make a video about it, but Vegas cONSTANTLY crashes on me and when I was doing it, I couldn’t upload it anyways due to my terrible internet and the length

SO I’ve decided to just say a summary of it, cuz like, ultimately it’s a lot of things but the primary thing is:

Keyboard shortcuts (and tools)

Fr, you can get super fast at digital art just by navigating your program efficiently. You don’t even need to be fast at the art thing itself (that part is just practice unfortunately). If you learn and apply shortcuts in your program (sorry mobile users I can’t help u there rn) then you can easily become a LOT faster without even needing to get better at art itself.

For example:

We already know ctrl-Z, ctrl-Y (or ctrl-shift-z for some programs), ctl-X, ctrl-v, ctrl-c

But some other shortcuts I use (this is in Paint Tool SAI, so you can look up your program’s as it might overlap!) are:

Holding space: bro this shit works for like every single program i swear. hold space and click and drag to move the canvas around, a lot faster than going to the scroll bars or using the preview (unless you want a large movement)

Ctrl A: this will select everything on your canvas, it won’t select all layers though but in conjunction with ctrl-x, ctrl-c, or your fill shortcut (ctrl-f for me) it means you’re lightning fast to do what you’re doing without having to use magic wand tool or selection tool. ctrl-a + ctrl-c + ctrl-v is super fast to just, select it all, copy it, and paste it. 

ctrl-alt: idk abt other programs, but holding ctrl-alt on SAI brings up the brush size wherever your mouse is. you can adjust the size on the spot itself without going to brush tab 

ctrl f: i don’t even use the bucket tool i just use this. it’ll fill anything in your selection (or the entire screen if u don’t have anything selected)

alt: holding this down while using a selection tool will make it deselect. no need to use a deselection tool or anything if u just hold this down (really good in conjunction w magic wand tool). I use this to go even faster by being sloppy with my selection tool, going to my lineart, holding alt and deselecting the areas that go out of the lines. a lot faster for me than trying to get the perfect selection right away.

ctrl d: deselects

c: this auto selects the invisible/eraser setting for any tool you’re using, so I just use this when using a pen or something to erase instead of the actual eraser tool

v: this swaps between the primary colour selected and the secondary one

ctrl-e: merges selected layer w layer below it

ctrl-shift-e: merges all layers (can get funky w folders, but if you select the very top layer it should work) this is esp useful if you’re sharing art by pasting it into stuff like discord, ctrl-shift-e, ctrl-a, ctrl-c, all copied, no need to screenshot it at all.

right click: eyedropper tool, you can hold alt as well but i use right click

there’s even more than these (pretty sure there’s one u can hold to rotate the canvas for example but i never use it). honestly, half the battle w digital art is getting used to your program. if u have access to keyboard shortcuts, using them will allow u to just go ham once u have them memorised (note that these took years for me to figure them all out, i def didn’t memorise them all in one week or anything. over steady application to my habits i got them down)

here’s a fast tutorial on filling in lineart stupid quickly!: https://aibouart.tumblr.com/post/182793937136/using-the-magic-wand-tool-to-try-and-fill-every

filling in ur colour now becomes as easy as click, click, click, invert, ctrl-f. u may need to clean some corners but otherwise it’s basically instantly filled. if ur program has magic wand tool it’ll prolly do this

https://gyazo.com/a5efd8695e7e0bda6667063168612823 (really quick example of selection tool, magic wand tool, alt, ctrl-f)

[deityoftherain]

silver sanctuary - Nature Wives Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: F/F, Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,210

Summary: Katherine and Shelby have been traveling together for well over two years now, and they knew each other for months before that. The last place on their list of places to visit was Sanctuary, a place known to be a safe haven for all sorts of people, including run-away Blessed like Shelby. Katherine would follow her girlfriend to the end of the earth if they asked her to, so she was more than happy to walk hand in hand with her.

(aka Rain wanted an excuse to write soft lesbians for an afternoon)

Technically, this is a sequel to "silver wounds", but it can be read standalone.

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

“Are you almost ready?” Shelby asked from behind as their hands placed themselves on Katherine’s shoulders and twisted around her to place a kiss on her cheek.

Katherine shoved the last few things she needed to within the bag before shifting their position so they would face each other. She brushed some of Shelby’s dark brown curls away from her face before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. “I am now. I think Evermoore is a beautiful place to visit, but, after a while, the fog starts getting to me.”

“It tends to do that.” Shelby gave Katherine a fond smile as she intertwined their hands together. They flicked their left hand and the bag full of things disappeared wherever Shelby put them with their magic. “I used to come back around here a lot before deciding to travel much further north than I ever dared to before. It was the best decision I’ve ever made, though, because I got to meet you.”

“And I’m very glad you made it, because I got to meet you.” Appreciation and gratitude for each other were freely displayed in their actions and confirmed with their words. It was natural for them to do so, so why hide it from each other when they could express it?

Katherine and Shelby have been traveling together for well over two years now, and they knew each other for months before that. They took their time to wander through the various towns and villages, sightseeing the world together. They weren’t in a rush to go anywhere specific so they didn’t do so.

They started way up north and traveled south on a very indirect route. The goal had been to explore the world together, and they have done just that! It was wonderful and full of bliss. Katherine didn’t think she’d ever smiled or laughed as much as she did when she was with Shelby, the love of her life.

The two of them walked most of the time since they weren’t trying to move at any certain pace and it allowed them to save some money. Shelby perfected spells early on to help increase their endurance and stamina when walking, but, over the past two plus years, their leg muscles have grown strong. Sometimes, she would forget to cast the spell and they wouldn’t even notice until hours later!  It helped that they didn’t have to carry anything but the clothes on their backs, thanks to Shelby’s magic.

If they were ever in a need for money, they would spend some extra time than usual in the various towns or villages, and pick up odd jobs. Katherine would usually find more labor intensive or monster hunting jobs while Shelby sought out magic-related or gardening jobs. It may not work well for everyone, but it worked well for them and they were extremely satisfied with their lives. They’ve never been happier!

“Sanctuary should be our last stop before we’ve gone everywhere we initially planned.” Shelby mentioned as they walked together, still hand in hand. “There is Eversea closeby, but I think it’s better to stay away from there. I’ve heard that there’s been an increase of piracy and crime there. If they find out I’m Blessed, then… well, I don’t know what to think about it.” Katherine knew better than to push that topic any further. She’s helped Shelby through many nightmares and panic attacks that have resulted from the trauma behind her “Blessing.” Katherine simply squeezed Shelby’s hand in silent reassurance before asking, “Wouldn’t Sanctuary be a problem if they’re so close by?”

“No, Sanctuary is supposed to be a magical place,” Shelby informed her with a shake of her head. “The land protects the people, and deters those meaning to do it or the people it protects away. It’s supposed to be a safe haven. I’ve dreamed about visiting, but going near Eversea alone terrified me. Evermoore was the closest I got before backing out and going the opposite direction.”

“We should have enough money saved up to afford to pay someone to take us there.” Katherine held out her free hand to Shelby. “Can you give me one of our gold pouches? I want to hold it so we don’t have to use your magic in front of anyone until we get to Sanctuary.”

Shelby hummed for a moment before doing as she was told. “That’s probably a good idea. We’re so close that I don’t want to take chances.”

Katherine briefly let go of Shelby’s hand to secure the gold bag to her belt. The belt was hidden underneath some of the fabric layered on her dress, making it the perfect place to hide things such as their money and knives to help defend them from monsters, both human and otherwise.

And so they traveled on together, hand in hand as they wandered east on the paths leading to the docks just beyond the mangrove swamp Evermore occupied. When they arrived at the docks, they managed to catch a ride with a fisherman named Grian.

Grian wasn’t the most friendly to them at first, but he certainly wasn’t the worst person they’d stumbled upon. Within the several hours it took for them to make their way across the ocean to Sanctuary, Grian warmed up to them, and started joking around and teasing them mercilessly. Their time together grew pleasant and silly, and it was almost a shame when they reached Sanctuary’s docks and parted ways.

The keyword there being “almost” because the way Shelby’s face lit up when they arrived was worth so much more than the friendship they formed with Grian. “Katherine! Do you feel it?” “Feel what?” Katherine asked, noticing the delighted gleam in her girlfriend’s pale yellow eyes. She took in Shelby’s expression, observing the smile wrinkles by her eyes and the way her grin grew wide enough to show off all of her teeth. 

They’re gorgeous. Katherine thought, meaning it in every sense of the word. Appearance-wise, she was stunning, of course, but her personality, ability, and outlook on the world were not anything Katherine could ever imagine being able to ignore.

“The magic!” Shelby laughed breathlessly. It was like she was so overwhelmed by Sanctuary that she struggled to keep the air in her lungs. “There is magic everywhere! It feels so safe and warm. I could stay here forever.”

I could stay here forever. That wasn’t something Katherine has ever heard Shelby say about a place before. They knew that they could never do such a thing out of the fear people would come to learn Shelby was Blessed (more like cursed) with tears composed of silver. Thinking it over a bit more, if Sanctuary really was a safe haven, perhaps they could settle down?

Katherine wouldn’t admit it, but she did daydream about that sort of thing. She liked to imagine what it would be like to wake up in their familiar bed, decorate their house as they please, and go to make breakfast in their kitchen… Katherine found herself desiring all those little, domestic moments.

Sure, they were plenty domestic and caring as it was, but it wasn’t the same. Katherine has enjoyed her time wandering the world with Shelby, yes, but was it so wrong to wish for simplicity and to settle down? She didn’t need much; all she needed was to see her girlfriend’s smile to be content.

Before Katherine came up with a proper response, another voice interrupted them, “¡Hola, amigos míos! Welcome to Sanctuary!”

Coming to greet the new arrivals was a person much taller than them with a friendly smile and bright blue eyes. They had a trimmed beard, medium-length brown hair, and a faint scar over their right eye. They were wearing a dress with a creamy white top, a sun yellow skirt, and a teal blue belt-scarf tied around the waist. The belt-scarf covered over the transition between the top and the yellow.

They spoke rapid greetings in Spanish as they kissed Katherine’s cheeks then Shelby’s cheeks. Katherine was a bit stunned so she didn’t return them, but Shelby returned the cheek kisses with ease.

“My name’s Sausage, I use any pronouns, and I’m the Protector of Sanctuary!” she introduced herself, turning on her heel to get a comfortable distance away from them (presumingly to give them their personal space back) while still being able to converse. The skirt of his dress twirled with him, lifting up some to reveal the muted brown pants worn underneath. “What are your names and pronouns?” “I’m Shelby, she/they,” Shelby introduced herself, struggling to stay still, before gesturing to Katherine, “and this is my girlfriend, Katherine, she/her.”

“Girlfriends! ¡Oh, qué adorable! ¡Qué lindo!” Sausage gushed over them, clapping her hands together. “Do you have a place picked out to stay yet? I could set you up with the Lover’s Suite at El Caldero de Colores.”

Katherine’s face flushed red at the mention of a “Lover’s Suite” and she ducked her head. “We would love a room at the inn, but there’s no need for anything fancy. We don’t have much money-” “Nonsense! Here at Sanctuary, we treat each other like family!” Sausage dismissed the notion with a flick of his hand, insisting that he was more than happy to do it for them. “Family helps each other out. Honestly, it’s the least I can do for you two lovebirds. I always love meeting new faces! After I set you up, I am going to pick up Hermes, my son, up from his dad’s place, but after that, we should chat. Perhaps we can catch lunch after the service taking place at La Catedral de Santa Perla tomorrow morning?”

“We would be honored,” Shelby was quick to reply, her grip on Katherine’s hand tightening. “Uh, muchas gracias, Protector Sausage.”

“¡De nada, Shelby!” Sausage looked pleased at Shelby’s minimal use of Spanish. “Come, come, we aren’t too far from the inn.”

And so they followed Sausage as he rambled about various things about the blossoming village, and the lore surrounding the land and the buildings. It was all very fascinating, even if a lot of it went over Katherine’s head. Shelby was enjoying herself, soaking in every word, so Katherine wasn’t going to complain. At one point, Shelby even whispered to her, “I can’t believe we’re casually talking to the Protector of Sanctuary! She’s basically a legend! I’ve always wanted to meet them.”

“So this is the room right here!” Sausage brought them to a door in the inn at the end of their mini-tour and placed the keys to the door in Shelby’s hand. He wiggled his eyebrows with a sly smirk on his lips. “Have fun in there!”

“Thank you.” Shelby clenched the keys in their hand and held them to their chest. Sausage left fairly quickly after that, saying something about needing to go so she wasn’t late in picking up Hermes. Shelby unlocked the door and turned the doorknob before holding it open for Katherine. “After you, my love.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Katherine giggled, entering through the doorway. Inside was decorated much like she would expect when noticing the theme of the outside. The things that stood out were the swan towel sculptures on the bed with colorful flower petals scattered around and candles lit on all the surfaces. “Oh, wow.” Shelby fiddled with clasp on her overalls, her face bright red. She stared for a moment before laughing awkwardly. “I s’pose Sausage did call it the ‘Lover’s Suite’ for a reason.”

Katherine bit her lower lip, shaking her head before forcing herself forward. She picked up the swans to place them on a table, not daring to ruin them, and brushed off some of the petals. “I’m thinking of taking a shower and then maybe we can go out to eat?” “Can we do that tomorrow?” Shelby asked, somewhat vague with a slight shy tone to her voice. Mindlessly, she summoned some of their bags into existence, lining them up nicely against the wall. Realizing that she wasn’t specific enough in her request, she clarified, “Go out, I mean. It’s been a long day and I think it would be nice to stay in. Together.”

Katherine didn’t respond for a moment before letting the ends of her lips curl into a smile. She walked back to where Shelby was and placed her hands on their hips, and rested her forehead against theirs. “Of course, moonlight. That sounds wonderful.”

Shelby mirrored her smile before closing the gap with a brief kiss. “Perfect. I’ll get started on dinner. You go shower.” “Ay, ay, captain.” Katherine saluted her with humor in her words. Despite the humor, she did as she was told and separated to go shower. Wanting to get back to Shelby’s side, Katherine didn’t take as long in the bathroom as she might otherwise have. 

By the time she finished and got changed, Shelby had made them potato and cheese soup with a side of bread. There was a small, two person table near the kitchen area with the necessary dishes to eat already set out properly. Shelby must have found plates, cups, and silverware in the cupboards because Katherine didn’t recognize the dishes laid on the table. “La cena está servida.”

“You’re really trying to recall your Spanish lessons, aren’t you?” Katherine remembered Shelby telling her that was one of the many things she was forced to learn, being one of the Blessed. Spanish was only one of several languages she was taught up to, at least, an intermediate level. They were out of practice for most of them, but Sausage’s use of the language must have inspired them to start using Spanish again.

“I am,” Shelby confirmed with a sheepish expression. “Sausage seemed pleased when I thanked her earlier. By the way, ‘la cena está servida’ means ‘dinner is served’... I believe. I’m pretty sure, anyway.”

“La cena looks delicious,” Katherine complimented them as she sat down at the table and picked up her spoon. From there, their conversation flowed as it normally did. They were comfortable with one another and they never struggled to come up with conversation. Even when they fell silent, it wasn’t an awkward silence. Their silence was peaceful, calm, and content.

Katherine offered to wash the dishes so Shelby took to wiping down the counters and table. When Shelby finished her task, they came up behind Katherine, wrapped their arms around her waist, and rested their chin on Katherine’s shoulder. “Hi, Shelby,” Katherine murmured as she finished up the dishes. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“‘Eepy.” Shelby murmured in return with a soft yawn accompanying it. “The bed looks comfy. We should get in it.”

Katherine chuckled fondly, drying her hands on the towel set nearby before turning to Shelby. Shelby whined softly at the movement for their access to her back was removed, but Katherine guided them to lean into their chest and their whining stopped as a result. She smushed her face against Katherine’s chest as her arms hugged her tightly. Shelby muttered a few incomprehensible sentences before whining out again with drawn out vowels, “My body don’t wanna move, Kathy!”

“Do you want me to pick you up?” Katherine offered, having done it before. That must have been the right thing to ask and Shelby’s desired result based on the way they nodded enthusiastically. She rolled her eyes without a hint of malice as she leaned down to gain enough leverage to pick Shelby up. Katherine got her arm underneath her knees and swept her up into her hold. “We should change you out of your overalls, at least.”

“Bed though.” Shelby pouted, barely able to keep her eyes open. They had walked a good portion of the day, and Shelby did get a little motion sick on the boat a few times. Perhaps she was also overusing her magic? Katherine wasn’t sure, but she didn’t mind these clingy moments.

“How about this: I get you to the bed, you start to take off your overalls, and I’ll retrieve a set of your pajamas for you?” Katherine suggested, neither of them strangers to the other changing around them. When one lives with another person traveling like they did, they get very used to things that may have otherwise been uncomfortable once upon a time.

“M’kay.” Shelby agreed with a slight hum to her voice as Katherine carried her to their still made bed. “I love you, darlin’. My darlin’ darling Kathy… mm…”

“I love you too.” Katherine set her down on the blankets. “Can you remove your clothes for me, moonlight?”

“Mhm.” Shelby nodded as she started to fumble with the clasp on her overalls to unhook it.

She left them there temporarily to retrieve something for them to change into. Since Shelby was moving slowly, Katherine took the opportunity to change into pajamas herself. She put on sleep shorts and a tank top, but decided a simple nightgown would be easiest for Shelby at the moment.

Katherine started to bunch the nightgown up around the head slot to make it easier to put on her. Once Shelby’s outer clothes were removed completely, Katherine slid the nightgown over her head until it was on her as it should be. Katherine then tugged on the blankets to get them out from under Shelby. Once the blankets were free, she proceeded to tuck Shelby in underneath them. Katherine gave her another kiss to the forehead before walking around the bed to get in on the other side.

“Katherine! Don’t leave me!” Shelby whined again with a panicked tone to it, sticking out their arms and making grabby hands at her. She looked like she was about to cry and Katherine frowned slightly, concerned. Shelby was sleepy, yes, but she only got like this when her mind refused to keep the memories of her past at bay.

“I’m right here, Shelby. I won’t leave you,” Katherine promised as she climbed into bed next to them. She scooted closer to Shelby, pulling her close and holding her tight. “I’m right here.” Shelby pressed their body close to Katherine, burying their face near her collarbone as their legs grew entangled with each other. Shelby’s left hand clenched a fist full of her tank top’s fabric while their right arm wrapped around Katherine just above her hip. Shelby’s neck rested on Katherine’s right arm as Katherine used that hand to run her fingers through Shelby’s dark brown curls. Katherine’s left hand kept a secure hold on Shelby, silently enforcing her promise that she would never leave her. The hold was tight, and it only loosening once Shelby’s breathing mellowed out and deepened as it did when she slept.

Katherine still continued to hold her even if it wasn’t as tightly done so. She stared at her sleeping girlfriend, completely content. She had a smile on her face that she couldn’t get rid of with love practically bursting within her so strongly that it almost hurt too much to bare. As Katherine closed her eyes and drifted into unconsciousness, all she could think about was how lucky she was to be able to be like this with the person she loved the most in the world.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Advice for Lemonada and Others by u/MuffPiece

Advice for Lemonada and Others It seems Haz and Mags have been having a little think lately about how they’re going to support themselves given their initial projects have clearly not gone to plan. I suspect their long term income projections indicate the money will fall off a cliff in the not-too-distant future, hence their maneuvers of late. As a keen observer of these two clowns lo these many years, I thought I’d take it upon myself to offer some unsolicited (and probably unwelcome) advice to companies and organizations considering taking a risk on the “f*cking grifters.” The first thing you need to understand is that neither of them is really good at anything. I mean, really—not anything. So don’t expect them to write well, speak well, or have any good ideas. Their speech delivery is adequate—they don’t say “ummm” all the time or stare at their shoes—but if you want them to say anything, do yourself a solid and prepare some remarks for them. Harry was raised royal, so he’s the better bet on surface politeness, small talk, and he’s vastly more likely to turn up appropriately dressed. However, Meggy’s idea of couture can be very entertaining. Some people might get a kick out of getting their pictures taken with the rent-a-Prince, but anything else is inadvisable. See point #1 for details.The only thing you’re going to get for your money is exposure. More people will know your organization if you hire them. You will get more traffic on your website, more clicks on your press release, and you might even pick up a few more followers on instagram. HOWEVER, you need to understand that you will also get a LOT of negative feedback, comments, and general ridicule. Although the exposure might sound good to you, it may not translate into increased sales or donations—and you may find yourselves shelling out even more cash on public relations support to manage all the “what the hell are you thinking?!” type comments you will inevitably receive. It’s extremely important that you understand this point—there’s a reason the phrase “being markled” exists in the common vernacular. Of course, we live in a free society and you are entitled to throw money wherever you choose, but we here at SMM (I’m taking the liberty of speaking on behalf of my fellow sinners) would recommend caution. At least, go into any association with your eyes wide open. If there were ever a situation in which the phrase “caveat emptor” applies, this is it! post link: https://ift.tt/YHhXTxe author: MuffPiece submitted: February 14, 2024 at 11:02PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[meret118]

Wherever I May Roam by FayJay

Rating: Explicit, Archive Warning: No, Archive Warnings Apply, Category: F/M, Fandoms: Supernatural Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Relationships: Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane/Sam Winchester

Summary:

in which the Winchesters encounter a young woman from another dimension, on the trail of an entirely new kind of vampire.

Notes:

NB: although this isn't really Wincest, it does eventually involve a Winchester/Faith sandwich (because Faith, bless her, is the Do That Girl), which is perhaps...well, less than perfectly fraternal, so if you have an intense Wincest squick, this may not be your cup of tea.

[phvle]

IS(F) — Introverted Sensation supported by Feeling

Well aware of his own sensations and his state. He knows well if something is wrong with himself. and doesn't need others' opinions about this. To another person he will sav: "Don't tell me my state. I know more about it than you, even though I am not a doctor." To a doctor they will tell to prescribe so-and-so procedures and treatments. Craves various sensory impressions and experiences: gustatory, tactile, and so on. "My sensations and internal impressions are my life". Sensory impressions and exneriences add to his enerow An abundance of different sensations confirms to him his existence. They usually enjoys life, and does so in applied and vivid way. His motto is: "Got to live!". Always appears optimistic and in a good spirits. He does not impose his will on others, hiding his real feelings. He is always equally warm, caring, smiling. He does not like to ask and moreover to demand lavors, and strives to satisfy his needs through his own efforts. He is capable of remembering and reproducing emotions once experienced. They have always something to feel physically, to confirm their presence in the world, and they surround themselves with such "thing": soft kitty, warm carpet, wool socks, iron balls spinning fingers. Many "fussing" for convenient - it is not convenient, but do not worry, namely "fussing" as a way to maintain a conversation. Representatives of this type are innate designers and image creators. This is because they feel color, form, and size very sensitively. Inclination towards pretense, artfulness, activeness, quite a braggart, unceremonious in behavior and statements. Tries to ingratiate himself, to flatter. Picks direct approach: open, friendly behavior. Natural born writer and journalist. Loquacious; enjoys art, music, books. Likes to be in society, in the center of attention. Knows how to live into a role, has a talent for acting. Sometimes speaks in a mannered way, inserts foreign words, uses jokes and quips. Expressed vanity - does not acknowledge own guilt, praises his own person. Inclination to deceitfulness and fraud. Resourceful, self-confident look. Arguing with him is not easy - he is not shy with words. Charming, suave, mischievous in behavior. Not averse to critique others, to ridicule and mock people close to him. Wants to make a good impression, acts delightful and friendly, can play out an effective scene. Conceited, busy, evasive and slippery. In the state of anger is prone to faux pas, down to arrogance and rudeness, and the choicest verbal abuse, although pretends to be an angel and the embodiment of kindness. Gossips.

Master of agreements and compromises. His life's creed lies in possibility to fully enjoy his life while not interfering with other people doing the same. As a rule, representatives of this type have well set up homes where they like to relax with their heart and soul. Very skillful and subtle manipulator of people's feelings, schemer, a psychologist, is able to please and sees this as his destiny. Can promise something a man just for the sake of improving relations with him. Rarely are alone, because wherever there are people, there it is possible to like them, so it Is - the subject of their work, whether he likes it or not, you need to act, to create "good relationship" with them. He knows how to make yourself advertising, to create the right mood in society, or from anyone, to boast. He likes to find a negative relationship between people and turn them into positive ones, unite the people. Something in this type's own external appearance may not look attractive and pleasant to the eye; a person of this type may not be dressed up to fashion. May not take actions that the current moment requires. The necessity to be active in the external world is sometimes perceived by him as an objective evil, a burden. But something has to be done, while. in general, there is no wish to do anything, but no way to avoid it either because the objective logic of the situation requires it. People of this type frequently embellish and exaggerate their deeds because they want to look and feel more heroic than in actuality. The "item" that this type "sells" to others - is manipulations in the area of relationships. He gathers social information: who, what, where, with whom, etc. He sees very clearly what is happening in the sphere of relations between people, and can in the right moment create a shift, a change in relations, and. moreover, do it in such a way that he himself will never end up inside, at the focal point of the situation that he has created himself. This may be done by intonation, by a sophisticated pause, i.e. so subtly that no one else will understand how he created this situation. In this way, he can communicate something to a person without actually saying anything, such that the person guesses himself and does what is needed of him. This type does not distort the information much and misrepresent facts, but he/she is a master of omission and subjectively biased presentation. He "sells" intrigue, the formation of information about people and relationships. People of this type do not talk about their attitudes. They would rather talk about objective circumstances than their feelings. Often he uses a definite formal criteria to form an attitude to another person. He is a socially and status-oriented person. Extreme case of this type is a certified snob.

Approaches intellectual issues with great care as a rule, he never trusts his own reasoning - a reference to an opinion of a recognized authority seems to this type something weightier than his own arguments. Often their system of evidence is based on external authorities alone. Sometimes they put artificial limits to their own competency themselves: "I understand everything in my field, the rest does not concern me. When disputing this type is logical, pushing, imposing, emphasizes his competence, enjoys stressing the opponent's incompetence. He carries a notebook with phones of all professionals in any field, which may be useful if there are any with the logic of the objective world problems. Also, if something is not clear, it is very helpful is to look in a textbook, encyclopedia, in which all will be written, and it is easier to understand all this. He often carries handbooks, instructions, but relies in them, unfortunately, only when problems arise. Some manifestations of this type may be seeking constantly philosophy, spirituality, mysticism, multiple kinds of knowledge, trying to obtain what it most lacks. "I want the world to be in harmony, I want everything from beginning to end to be known and predictable; I want everything to be on schedule and never off track, moving steadily from one goal to another". This desire may lead a person away from satisfying the deeper needs of his soul and leave him with a superficial but steady life of the planned and the discovered. It does not like to dive, "inward", afraid of this. Even more afraid when someone tries to do it for him. The first thing he would say, "do not climb into the soul." Because of this may seem very superficial, inconsistent man, devoid of "inner core." Such things as the principles and ideology for him - something too frightening. However, in certain situations, it may consider it acceptable, but very rarely. In other situations, he says that he's all right, even when it is obviously not the case. But admit it - then fear to invade the area. Dislikes undergo massive emotional attack, since it provokes a change in the internal state that it's scary

[qnewsau]

Vale: Dame Maggie Smith's best shade after her death at 89

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Vale: Dame Maggie Smith's best shade after her death at 89

Fans are revisiting Dame Maggie Smith’s best one-liners and shadiest moments after the legendary British actress’ death at age 89.

The beloved British icon passed away peacefully in a London hospital overnight (AEST), her sons Chris Larkin and Toby Stephens announced.

“It’s with great sadness we have to announce the death of Dame Maggie Smith,” they said in a statement.

“An intensely private person, she was with friends and family at the end.

“She leaves two sons and five loving grandchildren who are devastated by the loss of their extraordinary mother and grandmother.”

Hilarious Dame Maggie Smith clips go viral in tribute

Dame Maggie Smith’s incredible career spanned 70 years. She received her first Oscar nomination in 1965.

Throughout the 2000s, the British actress just kept on giving. To generations of Harry Potter fans she’ll always be Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Dame Maggie also played Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, in every season of the UK period drama Downton Abbey.

A supercut of Dame Maggie’s best Downton zingers is among the clips circulating online after her death.

rest in peace maggie smith you’ll always be loved pic.twitter.com/PoVwdKV1uo

— s. (@shivlestat) September 27, 2024

Another clip of Dame Maggie Smith sparring with Dame Judi Dench in the 2018 special Tea with the Dames is also going viral.

rip to one of the greatest, maggie smith, may you continue to be cutthroat wherever you may be pic.twitter.com/MVyEUpRd37

— amy elouise (@foxgrove_) September 27, 2024

Every time Dame Maggie Smith appeared on The Graham Norton Show was absolute magic.

Be an icon like Dame Maggie Smith and give zero f***s pic.twitter.com/yrg1SzV95t

— J Λ M Ξ S (@jamesglynn) September 27, 2024

Meanwhile, Sir Ian McKellen was a longtime friend of Dame Maggie Smith. Photos and clips of the pair’s friendship are also resurfacing.

rediscovered these photos of Ian McKellen and Maggie Smith at Wimbledon and they're absolute gold pic.twitter.com/rSlAC4VNbB

— jack (@jackoliver__) July 10, 2019

Sir Ian did a killer Dame Maggie Smith impression.

The actor perfected it over the years.

Sir Ian McKellen's impression of Maggie Smith always makes me laugh pic.twitter.com/zkpn6VlAxK

— Spencer Althouse (@SpencerAlthouse) August 11, 2017

And what did Dame Maggie think of Sir Ian’s impression of her? Someone asked.

Maggie Smith & Ian McKellen are friend goals pic.twitter.com/JzCCiBxrXt

— Carl Woodward (@mrCarlWoodward) December 7, 2019

‘Fierce intellect and a gloriously sharp tongue’

Several Harry Potter cast members have also paid tribute to the British icon.

Daniel Radcliffe said he first met Maggie when he was nine years old on BBC drama David Copperfield.

“I knew virtually nothing about her other than that my parents were awestruck at the fact that I would be working with her,” Daniel said.

“The other thing I knew about her was that she was a Dame, so the first thing I asked her when we met was ‘would you like me to call you Dame?’ at which she laughed and said something to the effect of ‘don’t be ridiculous!’

“I remember feeling nervous to meet her and then her putting me immediately at ease. She was incredibly kind to me on that shoot, and then I was lucky enough to go on working with her for another 10 years on the Harry Potter films.

“She was a fierce intellect, a gloriously sharp tongue, could intimidate and charm in the same instant and was, as everyone will tell you, extremely funny.

“I will always consider myself amazingly lucky to have been able to work with her and to spend time around her on set. The word legend is overused but if it applies to anyone in our industry then it applies to her. Thank you Maggie.”

Actress Whoopi Goldberg also paid tribute to her Sister Act co-star Dame Maggie on Instagram.

“Maggie Smith was a great woman and a brilliant actress. I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to work with the “one-of-a-kind”. My heartfelt condolences go out to the family,” Whoopi wrote.

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Vale Dame Maggie Smith.

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[the-firebird69]

trump and co. rating by us

Foreign relations of the United States - Wikipedia

There is a grading system that the United States uses with regards to other countries to base their relations with them on and enforce regulations between the countries and those ratings are developed by the level of threat or friendliness depending on how you want to say it. There are many different ways to do it there's many different systems and that's not true the United States has one other countries follow pretty much the same system almost.

Allies have different grade of being an ally they are friendly or somewhat friendly mediocre even unfriendly. And they treat them differently they trade different things they go in their countries and might arrest people or they might give them a break depending on the status and the situation the same thing exists with the same thing exists with you people here and that's why we're going to take a letter to The Hague and we're going to inform you that you're in violation of a lot of informal informal agreements all over the world. Trump's status has changed over the years and we want to make people aware of his new status we have a different rating system internally but we're going to include our rating to The Hague because it does deem the treatment we are doing to be justified for your rules and ours and the ones that apply to us because we're different. Some people will object but they are probably classified almost the same as Trump tommy F is classified a bit worse than Trump. The relations between Trump and ourselves is very poor. He is holding our son and daughter hostage in a hostile environment he has restricted them from moving and is trying to use arcane methods of extortion torture and more and is trying to move that way at all times. He is an enemy combatant of ours meaning he is our enemy we are using extreme methods to halt his aggression on our son and daughter and our people wherever they may be and until that behavior subsides we will continue to do so. We're going to deliver part of the letter today in an effort to justify our actions in an attempt to survive. We do understand that the Moorlock seemed to be very uneducated about what's going on and we don't intend on filling them in fully we have told them a couple things and that's probably good they still have the same unsightly motif and Modus Operandi.

Today is going to be a very bad day for them and they are going to suffer greatly . It suffered the normal amount of losses in the rings so far about 700 million people and they're not even phased at all and they don't seem to care we are going to make them care. There are several other things to mention but mostly we're going to take you down. When we deliver the documents to The Hague we will put that we have copied the other side of your rulership that's what you call them they are normal people. They will most likely make a document that is similar in an attempt to negotiate you ceasing and desisting with your aggressions on the world.

we have attempted most forms of negotiation with the morlock and have failed. and that is noted as well. and we shall deliver it and wait for thier response and ready if it is by violence and sending infiltrators now in large groups. to help. and troops to positions. we shall deliver the letter shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus and a long list attached in house only

we thank you for htis and for my husband spurring it on again

Hera

Zues

it was he and we see why they are asses. dont see it.

Thor Freya

[imagilityimmigrationsoftware]

H-1B Visa Number – What it is and where to find it?

Are you curious to know about the H-1B visa number? Do you know the H-1B visa number is helpful for various significant reasons? When you enter the US, Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officials check your H-1B visa and verify the information to ensure your motive to enter the country. You may also need the H-1B visa number for your future visa application, like a Green Card visa application.

Since there are several significant usages of the H-1B visa number, we will explore everything related to the H-1B visa number in this blog, like, what is H-1B number, where to find it, and how to get an H-1B visa number.

Let’s begin….

What is an H-1B visa number?

The visa number is the number printed in red on the bottom right of the visa. The number on the visa typically contains eight numeric characters, though sometimes it starts with one letter and seven digits.

The sequence of the number is entirely random, so it does not hold any significance depending on the type of visa. This means that there is no fixed format for different visa types, be it  H-1B visa, K-1, or F-1. They are generated randomly, and you can not find any specific pattern.

Where can I find my H-1B visa number?

It is easy to find an H-1B visa number on your visa. You can trace the visa number H-1B to the bottom right of the visa, which is usually eight-digit in red. Most of the information on the visa is in black ink. However, the H-1B visa number is in red, done purposefully so that people can identify the H-1B visa number with ease.

Besides the H-1B visa number, you get to know the following information on your H-1B visa:

Issuing port name (US embassy where the visa was issued)

Visa holder’s last and first name

Sex

Date of Birth

Nationality

Passport number

Visa type (category of visa- work visa)

Entries (the number of times an individual can enter the US, S- single entry, M-multiple entries)

Issuing date, when the visa was issued

Expiration date

Annotations (notes made by the US embassy staff to supplement your visa)

Who gets a non-immigrant visa number H-1B?

The non-immigrant visa number H-1B is given to those who apply for a work visa H-1B and complete all the essential criteria, like:

The candidate must have a job offer letter from a US employer that requires specialty occupation knowledge.

The candidate must have a bachelor’s degree or equivalent to that.

How to get an H-1B visa number

You need to apply for the H-1B visa to get the H-1B visa number. There is an annual cap for H-1B, which is 85,000. If USCIS receives applications more than the fixed quota (85,000), it shortlists the candidates through the lottery system. The shortlisted candidates can then fill out the complete petition through form I-140.

If your petition is approved by USCIS, you can obtain an H-1B visa. If you receive RFE (Request for Evidence), additional information that USCIS seeks from you to process your application, you must submit the RFE response before the deadline ends. We recommend you employ top-notch immigration software to help you through your immigration journey.

Summing Up!

We are confident that you can now easily find the H-1B visa number on your H-1B visa after reading this blog. You can refer to the eight-digit H-1B visa number wherever you need it, like entering the US, applying for a Green card application, etc. If you have come this far in your immigration journey of getting an H-1B visa approval, then congratulations and good luck!

Source: https://imagility.co/blog/h-1b-visa-number-what-it-is-and-where-to-find-it/