#vec speaks

[armenelols]

Už teraz mi chýbajú dni, keď sa vetraním izba ochladila a nie ohriala. Motivácia niečo robiť oficiálne mŕtva.

Doplnené prirodzene akciami pod balkónom alebo o ulicu ďalej, takže asi tak do novembra vonku neprestane vyhrávať hudba. Každý. Boží. Rok.

#speak your language day? oke rozkaz kapitán #práve teraz vyhrávajú a zatiaľ je to fajn #bolo tu ticho mesiace #ale dávam tomu mesiac kým ma to pošle do vražednej nálady #je jedna vec si pustiť sama hudbu a druhá vec byť nútená počúvať celé hodiny každý týždeň a nevedieť to ani len stíšiť fhsjks #toto hovorím ako niekto kto sa bez sluchátiek von nepohne #ema rambles #mám tagnúť aj jazyk? #huh #slovak #or #slovensky #idk #speak your language day

[l0ve-bug-m1les]

Miles Morales x Male reader

When the reader has dyslexia and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Miles) for weeks)

First off please let me know if i got some things wrong. I myself don’t have dyslexia, so please correct me on anything. And I hope you’re okay if you’re feeling this way. Sending love and Miles Morales your way! <33 But seriously if you need to talk I’m here, okay? I hope you enjoy!

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Distence Distance

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

Summary: When it has once again been made apparent spelling isn’t your strong suit, your mind spirals out of your own control.

Warnings: Swearing

Your brow furrowed. Is it tom—orrow? Or tom—morrow? This shouldn’t be this hard. It’s a word. A simple word. But despite your best efforts, you can’t get it. Defeated, you lean over and quietly tap your finger Miles’ arm. He knows about your dyslexia, and helps you whenever things get a little tough. He’s never made fun of you, and has never acted like he was annoyed with you asking him how to spell things. This is quite a common occurrence, but recently, nothing seems to click. It can go from constantly spelling a word wrong, to forgetting how to spell completely. Miles tells you all the time to not worry about it, but what does he know! He doesn’t ask his boyfriend how to spell tomorrow every night!

"Hm? Oh, what’s up?” He looks at you, finishing whatever word he was writing. Your finger drags over to the roadblock on your paper as you mumble a small “Is this right?” Miles takes a look at your paper for a moment before softly shaking his head. “Ah, no, there’s only one m,” your shoulders slump, “but—uh—everything else was right!” His hands wave a little bit, trying to cheer you up. His eyes dart over you, searching for a reaction. A breath escapes your lips as you quietly thank him.

———

A few weeks later, Miles is proofreading your science paper. He’s got a red pen, and is occasionally writing his thoughts or correcting something. That’s to be expected, essays are about trial and error so of course it’s not gonna be perfect on the first try. What you don’t expect, is to find the pages covered with spelling corrections. You can’t even keep up with how many there are on the first page. As you look through, all you can see is what you got wrong. “Replace the i with an e”, “Erosion has one r”, “Con-VEC-tion, there’s a c”, “Don’t forget the—“. You quietly stop reading and get up to grab your things. Your thoughts are cloudy, even as Miles pulls you into a warm embrace to hopefully soothe your anguish. It doesn’t help.

“I gotta go,” you push away, “see you tomorrow..” Your feet lazily carry you out of his dorm room. Miles doesn’t protest. He knows sometimes being practically slapped with how much your disability affects you, doesn’t do you well. So he lets you go, knowing he’d see you tomorrow.

He couldn’t be anymore wrong.

———

Well he wasn’t entirely wrong. He did see you, but you had no intention to see him. Every glance he threw your way went unnoticed. Every time he tried to speak, your headphones went in. He saw your smile wasn’t there, and your usual glow was gone. All of these things worried Miles but he didn’t know what to do. His thoughts were focused around you for the whole day, and how he could help. In the end, he decided it’d be best if he just texted you. Maybe you just didn’t want to speak in person because of yesterday.

Yeah, that’s it. He’ll text you, comfort you, come over to your dorm, and cuddle and comfort you some more. A foolproof plan! Now all that’s left is to get through today.

———

You don’t respond to the first text.

You don’t respond to the second text.

You don’t respond to the third text.

You don’t read any of them. And he knows your read receipts are on.

Miles is frantic now. Where could you have gone? He knows you’d tell him if you were gonna be busy, and he knows he’d catch any signs of you thinking about….No. He wouldn’t let himself think about it. Maybe you just needed some space. It’s normal for a relationship, especially one as new as this. He decided to give it a day or two.

You’d come around eventually.

———

You didn’t come around.

It had been two weeks and Miles still hasn’t heard from you. You were still coming to school, but you arrived before everyone else, and somehow managed to get out before everyone left. If he tried to call you, it’d cut off immediately. If he texted you, it would stay on delivered—read if he was lucky—and if he tried to get into your room, you wouldn’t open the door. Even if your roommate was there, he’d always say: “Oh, [name]? Yeah he’s not here. Sorry.” Then the door would shut. Every day Miles tried. And every day Miles failed.

He’d spend his nights racking his brain for any clue, and reason for you to go a-wall like this. It’s not like you. Whenever something’s troubling you, he’d be the first to hear about it. For the millionth time, he tries to call your phone. And for the millionth time, you pick up. Just like he thought—

Wait what.

Miles sits up and hears quiet sobs on the other end. “H-hello? [Name]? Please answer me.” After a quiet moment you speak up. “Mhm?” Your voice is weak on the other end, but nonetheless, it’s your voice. Miles jumps out of his bed, already putting on a jacket and shoes. “Are you still in the dorms? Where are you?” He opens the window, waving to Ganke who’s woken up. “Please, love.”

“The park. The one we always go to.” Your voice is hoarse and hiccups are breaking through. “Alright. I’ll be there. Wait for me, okay?” He hops out the window and swings through the streets, keeping you on the line. At this point in time, Miles is a great swinger and has almost perfected the art. But tonight, he’s going faster than he’s ever gone before. Faster than his common sense would normally let him go. Even when making an escape, he’s careful to watch his speed just in case. Not tonight though. This is you. He’d risk everything for you.

In a matter of minutes, he’s at the park already looking for you. “[Name]? I’m here,” his eyes dart in every direction, “where exactly are you?” He jogs over to a nearby tree, catching a glimpse of a light from a phone screen. You’re silent for a few more moments as you can tell he’s the cause of those footsteps coming in your direction. So you just keep scrolling on your phone. Miles catches up to you, and before a word can be said, he’s fallen to the ground and pulled you into a hug. Possibly the tightest he’s ever hugged someone. And that’s the crack that sends the dam crumbling.

You break down and sob into his shoulder, clawing the fabric at his sides. The world no longer exists and it’s just you and him. You and the person who cares about you. You and the person who came for you. Miles’ grip tightens around your shoulders as stray tears escape his own eyes. “What happened? Why were you gone for so long?” He asks.

“I was tired of being stupid,” you manage to get out, “tired of being a burden.”

“A burden?!” Miles pulls away and cups your cheeks. “Now who told you that?”

“Don’t you understand, Miles?!” You shout. “I’m probably the dumbest person on this planet!!” He starts to object but you cut him off, “And don’t give me that “Oh but it makes you, you!” Bullshit.” You stand up and begin to pace around. “You can’t possibly wanna deal with me!” Your breath quickens and tears are still falling. “Couldn’t-couldn’t possibly wanna actually spend your life dealing with some who can’t spell for shit. Who’s always asking if he spelled—fucking i don’t know—Wednesday right.” You finally stop and stand in one place, hugging yourself tight. “I fucking hate it.”

Miles makes his way to you and pulls you into another hug. He doesn’t try to convince you otherwise because this isn’t the time. It’s time for you to let it all out, and for him to listen for as long as you need him to. He’s got you back and that’s all he needed. And right now you don’t know, but you needed him just as much if not more.

You two stay in the park and talk for what feels like hours. After two weeks of radio silence you’ve got a lot to say, and best believe your boyfriend is gonna take note of all of it.

🌸~~🌸 🌸~~🌸 🌸~~🌸

A/n: OMG HOLY SHIT WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG OMG. @babyqueen17 HERE YOU GO IT’S DONE!!!

#male reader #miles morales #miles morales x male reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv x male reader #dyslexia #comfort #OMG THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT—

[mourntheantagonist]

hello fellow clowns, welcome to the circus! let’s over-analyze together.

everyone is talking about it, so here’s my take on vecna!billy’s single tear shed.

this one. right here.

buckle up. this is going to be a long one.

I want to start off by looking at this scene just by itself. this is vecna speaking to max as billy. from what we know so far about vecna this season is that he’s targeting specifically traumatized teens, and if we think about it, that has always been the case. vecna goes after those who have “fractured minds” because they are the easiest to infiltrate. It’s the same reason he chose will in season’s one and two, and billy in season three. In this scene, vecna is trying to play into max’s guilt and insecurity and he’s doing that by having her hear all of the things that have been tormenting her come out of the mouth of the person she feels the guilt for.

this is vecna. this is not billy. and yet, he cries.

I think it’s important to focus on exactly what sentence brings the tear to his eye.

“…and why late at night you have sometimes wished to follow me. follow me into death.”

why would vecna feel sadness over max feeling so much guilt that she wishes that she had died too? he wouldn’t. as we’ve seen, vecna takes nothing but pleasure in the pain of his victims. that is vecna.

but billy, he would feel sadness, he would cry.

now, we all know that the image we are looking at is simply vecna in disguise. the words, the body… it’s not billy. but what if it’s not billy in the same exact way this this guy…

…isn’t billy.

think about what “billy” is saying in this scene from season three.

“and when you’re gone, we’re going to end your friends, and then we’re going to end everyone.”

in both scenes, it’s all about max. yes, billy of course is crying for everyone in this scene. he doesn’t want to kill anyone. but think about it. in his own twisted way, billy has always made it a point to protect max. in both of these scenes, her safety is being threatened. her death is being planned. and in both of these scenes billy holds no power and has no way of playing a protective role. he just gets to sit back and watch.

but, billy is dead. right?

the answer to that question is yes… and no.

the mindflayer, vecna… he killed billy…

and to take the words directly from the killers mouth:

“they’re not gone, eleven. they’re still with me.”

there is so much to unpack in that line. you could argue that he just means that he always remembers, like he said to nancy

“when I kill someone, I never forget.”

but I don’t think that’s the entire picture. look back at each time someone was taken under vecna’s curse. vecna tells both fred and max that it is time for them to “join” him, which makes me think that the “they’re still with me” might be more than a symbol of remembering.

and of course, if that really was the case, it wouldn’t explain the tear.

remember, billy is one of the very few that was successful at vanquishing the mindflayer/vecna. the only two others that ever succeeded against him were will and max, and technically, max is still under vecna’s curse, and will had to have it burned out of him. the most he could do on his own, even with the help of memories, was speak in morse code. billy defied the mindflayer, he stood up to the mindflayer. vecna could not maintain control over billy, because billy was too strong for him.

so where am I going with this? I promise I have a point.

my point is, if what vecna/one/henry creel/peter ballard… whatever you wanna call him… said is true and literal, it means that billy is still there, with him, inside of him. and billy has the strength to break through vecna’s captivity. maybe not by much. maybe all he can do is shed a tear.

or maybe this is all a set up for something big. maybe billy is the key to defeating vecna. maybe billy can find the same strength he found that day in starcourt where he was able to take back the control of his own body, and perhaps that means he can take the control of vecna’s body as well.

my point is, billy is still alive, maybe not in the way we would like him to be, but his mind is alive inside of vecna.

so, to answer you max…

he can.

#and somehow this all plays into us getting billy back of course #duh #I’m still a clown #stranger things #st 4 spoilers #billy hargrove

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

So… on one hand, two minutes out of ~4 hours is not much. Like there’s SO MUCH they didn’t show in the trailer, so to anyone losing hope about Byler or about Mike or Will getting Vecnaed, I wouldn’t do so just yet. Always remember that Noah Schnapp said, “They’re building that up, so definitely ship that,” and I find it hard to believe he’d say that just for nothing to happen. He wouldn’t be so giddy talking about Byler and liking Byler edits on TikTok at every chance he gets. There is still the painting, which narratively speaking must be revealed at some point, as it is Checkov’s Gun.

That being said, hmmm… I know it’s probably not evidence for anything but it’s so interesting to me that there IS a Byler scene in the trailer (even if it doesn’t seem like the one we were hoping for) but not even a hint or a glance at the Melvin reunion, despite the fact that we know it’s coming. So even if there are only two seconds of Byler in a non-romantic context, why would the marketing be non-existent for the supposedly biggest ship of the show… unless?

But yeah, the cabin scene is somewhat concerning for Byler. On the one hand, it seems to be directly a parallel to Season 2 in the way they are sitting and the way Will is confiding in Mike. On the other hand, it’s in a definitively supernatural/Vecna related context not in a romantic heart-to-heart context like we’d hoped for. But also, we were only shown like two seconds from the scene! We could be taking it out of context! Or there can also be more to the scene. Like what if a confession of sorts happens ~because~ everyone’s in danger supernaturally. Also, when will the painting be revealed?! It has to be at some point, and we know it has romantic implications based on El’s letter.

There’s HEAVY Empire Strikes Back parallels in this trailer, and I know people have already mentioned it, but that makes El the Luke of this story and Mike and Will potentially the Han and Leia of this story. Han and Leia get closer romantically during ESB, but then it ends on a cliffhanger when Han is turned into carbonite… so what if Mike gets taken to the Upside Down at the end of the Season? I know that’s a huge stretch. I do have a bad feeling about this as a whole and feel like the season is gonna end in tragedy just like Empire Strikes Back. I’m very scared for Robin. And I feel like Mike’s a ticking time bomb with all the eerie foreshadowing. And also…

How does Will know about Vecna’s plans? Has he already met Vec before? He sounds thoroughly confident, not like he’s guessing. It seems very similar to how he knew about the Mind Flayer’s plans when he was possessed in Season 2? I hope that means Will is getting his main character arc back and maybe getting powers? If Will is the Leia of this story, he would have powers just like the Luke of the story. Or maybe it’s related to him touching his neck and his increased sensitivity to the Upside Down? Or maybe he’s already been Vecnaed? I hope it doesn’t give credence to the theories that say Will will become evil or become a host for Vecna? He also looks somewhat eerie/evil in the clip, but maybe that’s just the lighting. Especially considering all of the eerie parallels to Vecna. I want Will to get powers, but not like this…

There is of course the nightmare scenario that Noah and Millie’s infamous interview was actually true, and there is no coming out scene, and they still leave everything completely “up to interpretation.” The Jonathan scene could still be a coming-out scene, but who knows? I know we’d mostly stopped fearing this after all the positive Byler calendar stuff, and I really don’t believe they’d do that to us after all of this promotion, but it’s still a nightmare Vecna scenario…

BUT there’s still Mike’s monologue. There’s still almost four hours of content. Mike WAS acting weird for a reason. There’s still Noah’s saddest scene. There’s still more people to get Vec’d. The Upside Down was frozen when Will went through for a reason. There’s still the Melvin reunion, which can go in so many different ways. And I still wanna know why Noah used the 🍆 to describe the season 💀

#byler #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler i know what you are #byler endgame #will byers #noah schnapp #10 more days #if we’re all going delusional then we’ll go delusional together #finn wolfhard

[iamanonniemouse]

End of Year Book Asks

Okay, @vector-to-the-heavens, to add insult to injury, after I drafted a reply to your ask, and then tumblr wouldn't let me edit my draft but instead queued my incomplete draft, and then forced me to delete the queued post -- THEN it ERASED your ask!!!

the good news is I screenshotted my drafted reply so ALL IS NOT LOST no thanks to tumblr though

Seriously vec why does tumblr hate our friendship so much????

Anyway, you asked for 3, 11, and 16 from this list of books asks!

Putting this under a cut now cuz my ranting took up most of the post lol

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Oh man. VEC. HOW. WHY. God. Lemme see :pulls up list of the 265 books I read in 2023:

Okay, in no particular order:

Babel, by R.F. Kuang Incredible, mind-blowing, heart-breaking, just :flails: The magic in this world is fascinating in its own right but then Kuang turned it into such a pointed look at the results of colonization and how important language is to culture and identity andandand--

American Eden, by Victoria Johnson My friends know I have gotten into an absolute obsession with reading nature-related books, from the history of natural science to biographies about famous nature people to plain old books about birds and bees (literally. really.) This book is one of my favorites, it's the biography of a man who was a ground-breaking surgeon in America after the American Revolution -- who also was a huge botanist and created America's first botanical garden. (He was also the Hamilton's family doctor and was The Doctor present at the Burr-Hamilton duel.) I adored this book on so many levels, truly. It was just incredible to read.

The Scholomance Trilogy, by Naomi Novik (ssh I can absolutely count a trilogy as one book)@silverbrume has been singing this series' praises to me for AGES and I finally read it this year and WOW. It's just so good! Love the world, love the characters, love the found family, lovelovelove that it's a well paced and well tied-together trilogy where things from the first book that seemed like minor mentions turned into major plot points by book three. Just incredible and lovely and I already want to reread it.

The Seed Keeper, by Diana Wilson Really beautiful writing and so delicately handled. Speaks to so much about what America has done to the Native American peoples in terms of cutting off entire generations from their heritage with the boarding schools, and how difficult it is for someone to find their way back home when they feel so separated from it. I'm summarizing this one so bad, but just. Trust me. This book is incredible and you all should read it. I've got my MOM reading it, and she is awful about finishing books, but she is like...80% of the way through it and just keeps telling me how good it is.

Cherryvine, by Marina Vivancos Hey look since I've been reading majority MM romance I need to have at least ONE on here okay?? But more seriously, Vivancos is a phenomenal writer and almost always has stories that involve healing from past trauma/abuse. And what I love about her writing is how much she focuses on the healing process itself, and how gentle it always is. I could write you a laundry list of all the Vivancos books you should read, but that's for another post probably. This one is just beautiful though, really beautiful.

Honorable mention to The Cider House Rules, by John Irving, which honestly should be on this list but since I raved about it in my other ask response it felt like cheating to put it here again. But lemme just say -- JOHN IRVING MY BELOVED.

11. What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

I answered 11 in this one but I'm going to cheat and answer again because I also read Pride and Prjudice this year and omg it was ADORABLE. I was over the moon with how much I enjoyed it. I am shamelessly obsessed with the 2005 movie (Matthew McFadyen as Darcy my beloved) and I was tickled with how many lines from the book were in the movie! Anyway, 10/10 highly recommend, it was just FABULOUS.

16. What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

Okay, not necessarily over-hyped but I read More Than This, by Patrick Ness. As backstory, I read A Monster Calls years ago and omg. Talk about an incredible book. One of my all-time faves, forever on a recommendation list, just. Really good. And I never read anything else he wrote haha. But I heard a lot about More Than This, so I grabbed it from the library, and it was really intriguing at first. It seemed like some interesting, mind-twisty kind of story, like an inception limbo fic almost. I really really intrigued and I loved it. And then the last third of it just went....totally off the rails. Like what the FUCK. It was wild and whacky and also just so extremely violent??? In the final fight?? Like, in a way that was jarring because everything to that point had been suspenseful and tense but not gory. Anyway, yeah I was very disappointed in that.

#mousie rambles #omg i get asks now #ask thingy #vector to the heavens #books #mousie talks books #look vec i finally got this posted!!!

[cartoonrival]

you might have talked about this before, but I'd love to know what the Chaotix are like in your AU! I miss the archie crew so bad

YAAA so the whole gang is knux, js, mighty, ray, charmy, espio, and vector. charmy hasn’t gotten back from his colony in my archie reading so idk saffron yet, but considering her position in the story as charmys fiancé and that my version would def have charmy still be 6 (and not a prince), i’m not currently planning on including her but idk maybe her character will really speak to me and ill find a way to rewrite her backstory and fit her in another way.

mighty and ray’s meeting story is a little different, i still like the idea of ray not having any living family left and mighty rescuing him, but instead of the whole prison camp thing i think ray was a survivor in a roboticized town that the chaotix visited (without needing to deal w the echidnaopolis/dingos/good-god-what-is-that debacles they would prob be a bit closer tied to the freedom fighters, but i still Do want to give them their own unique facet of the story instead of just ffs version2. still a wip.). maaaaaybe ray reminds mighty of tilly and thats part of the reason why he takes ray in, but tbh i’m not a big fan of the whole “i only (started to) care about this person because they remind me of someone else i loved.” especially in light of rays anxiety about mighty getting tilly back and being scared tilly would replace him. so still not set in stone why mighty would decide to invite ray to join them. maybe it was just his big ole eyes. he looked very polite

something i kinda wanna explore is the origins of the detective agency, i don’t think id try to involve everyone in it though. it would still just be espio charmy and vector. the three of them eventually move off the island for business reasons, which would lead into why they’re so strapped for cash in a way that doesn’t seem to be affecting knuckles mighty js and ray. because the former three are actually trying to enter an at least somewhat capitalist society (sorry). i’m not sure how it would end up being those 3 specifically though or why they would decide to become detectives. i’m coming up with nearly all of this on the spot because you prompted me to even think hard about it (thank you)

charmy def only came along because when push comes to shove hes their little brother and they couldnt leave him behind, maybe it was esp and vec’s idea to begin with because they started accidentally solving cases and found they were actually good at it, and kinda similar to how they got a lot of work after the metal virus helping ppl find loved ones, they figured they could be of similar help with deroboticized mobians, and the other four just respectfully declined (knux and js for obvious reasons, and mighty just didnt think he was cut out for that sort of thing. and ray is sticking w mighty).

js and knux are def the two most tightly rooted to the island, but js is more prone to cabin fever than knuckles is so she does leave pretty often. usually she tries to get knuckles to come with her and someone else will watch the emerald, but even though knuckles DOES trust his friends he gets kinda antsy if hes away from it for too long or too often, so a lot of the time she leaves by herself or with someone else. archie!chaotix kind of put the story in a position where knuckles didnt have to worry about the master emerald quite as much because he had a bunch of friends who lived on the island and could cycle through guard duty when he wasnt there. it wasnt a BAAAD thing per se but the emerald is such a key part of knuckles character that i feel like if he no longer has to bear that weight alone then the core of his character is lost a bit ToT if you know what im saying. so i dont want him to be quite so willing to just let someone else handle it.

im on the fence about espio's spy backstory w the shinobi, i enjoyed READING it but idk if id want to carry through with it. the idea of him learning stuff that he just keeps from people could be recycled somehow though

#sth #asks157 #THANK YOU FOR ASKING! #jstt157

[xxmarzimoonxx]

my new obsessive byler thought is crazy together apocalyptic byler.

i wrote out what i hope the byler storyline in s5 will be (which ill prolly post soon) and im just obsessed with it.

like will and mike getting stuck in the UD for the time jump (will had to “sacrifice” himself due to his connection with vecna and mike obviously followed him) and LITERALLY going crazy together.

will getting the brunt of it bc he’s still connected to vecna and struggling to speak normally bc his mental connection to vec is driving him insane, but mike learns to understand him. and both of them completely disassociating from reality, losing their sense of time, light, etc.

so when they return to normal hawkins to warn the others of vecna or smth they’re just so in shock. will is just not the same anymore so when they come back he’s feels so out of place and so scared, constantly hiding behind mike, who is also completely traumatized from their time in the UD but puts up a brave front to protect will. and when they reunite w their family and friends everyone is so in shock bc they never thought they’d see them again and certainly not in the condition they’re in.

I CANT STOP OBSESSING OVER THIS. I JUST LOVE APOCALYPTIC BYLER AND CRAZY TOGETHER BECOMING A REALITY.

#byler

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Yeah, Hawkins is really going to need Gwen in S4, because Vecna needs to be taken down a few pegs -- acting like he's the most terrifying thing out there when there's a far more evil entity slumbering away that she defeated with her friends. Sorry not sorry, Vec, but Pennywise is miles worse than you, seeing as IT's had more time than your mind can comprehend to perfect IT's methods. Gwen's probably going to point that out with an I-won't-hesitate-bitch attitude.

I am so ready to write a Gwen vs Vecna scene. It’s really the most I am excited about once Dimensions Of The Heart heads into the season 4 storyline.

Because you’re right. Vecna compared to IT is like a puppy and ITs an adult dog. ITs far more advanced with how to trick/kill.

And Gwen is not about to be pushed around by another evil entity, especially one who’s going to want to use her because of her abilities.

If Vecna had approached Gwen in season one, it might have been a different story considering how depressed she was but season 4 Gwen? Whole different person, emotionally speaking.

But what have we’ve learned about Gwen by now? Oh yeah, she’s a fuckin badass 👏

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #dimensions of the heart #gwen tozier #vecna #it #pennywise #stranger things/it #crossover #oc

[axvoter]

Blatantly Partisan Party Review XXIII (Victoria 2022): Independent candidates in the Legislative Council

There are independent candidates standing all around the state, in both the lower house (the Legislative Assembly, where government is formed) and the upper house (the Legislative Council, the house of review). My last review discussed the Legislative Assembly; this one looks at the Legislative Council. There are two grouped independent columns in Western Metropolitan and a few ungrouped indies elsewhere.

Grouped and ungrouped independents? Huh?

There are two types of independent candidate for the Legislative Council. An independent running a solo campaign is known as an “ungrouped independent”. All ungrouped independents for a region appear below the line in the furthest right-hand column on the ballot paper. The only way to vote for an ungrouped independent is to vote below the line (which you should be doing anyway); there is no square above the line for these candidates.

Two (or more) independents running together get a shared column on the ballot and are known as “grouped independents”. Their names are printed beside the boxes below the line in their column, and there is a blank box above the line so that you can vote 1 for that group above the line. If you vote 1 above the line, for this group or any other, you will receive the preferences on that group’s ticket lodged with the VEC—you cannot control your preferences and any preferences above the line other than the number 1 will be ignored.

All columns are identified by a letter, whether the candidates are grouped independents or affiliated with a party, so grouped independents are often known by the letter they received in the randomised ballot draw, e.g. Group A. This often confuses voters. Many people think the lack of any name above the line is a typo or another error and struggle to find an independent even if they want to vote for them. This partly accounts for Nick Xenophon’s dismal vote when he attempted a comeback in SA at this year’s federal election.

Western Metropolitan—Group E (Fred Ackerman and Mark Barrow)

There are grouped independents in just one region this election, Western Metropolitan, and it manages to score two such groups! The lead candidate in Group E is Fred Ackerman, with Mark Barrow as his running mate. It is very difficult to find any information on this group. Pretty much the only thing Ackerman has put out there for this campaign is a How To Vote card that identifies him as “a real Liberal Independent”.

It turns out Ackerman is a longstanding member of the Liberal Party, having stood as their candidate in Essendon in 2014. He lost preselection for Western Metropolitan this year to Moira Deeming, whose anti-abortion and anti-trans views are particularly extreme, and this appears to have motivated Ackerman to stand as an alternative for more moderate Liberal voters. He’s been speaking to the media about the increasing influence of the Christian far-right within the party.

But, frankly, I think he's running more out of personal pique that he missed out on preselection than out of principled opposition to Deeming's politics. The reason I say this is because of his group ticket (available here on page 5). Sure, he puts Labor splitters New Democrats second, but then he moves directly to “don’t call us anti-vax” anti-vaxxers Health Australia, ex-Lib Bernie Finn and the DLP, and then the Liberals but with Deeming reordered to be the last of the five. Anyone who votes above the line for Ackerman s most likely to help Finn be re-elected, or if not then Deeming. It is strange that Ackerman, who considers Deeming too extreme, is sending his preferences to Finn, who is well known for holding similarly fringe views.

My recommendation: give Group E (Fred Ackerman and Mark Barrow) a weak or no preference.

Western Metropolitan—Group U (Walter Villagonzalo and Sam Alcordo)

The other grouped independents in Western Metropolitan will be found in Group U: Walter Villagonzalo and his running mate Sam Alcordo. Villagonzalo is a former deputy mayor of the City of Wyndham and he has been active in providing migrant services within the community—he is pitching himself particularly strongly towards Filipino voters.

On his website, Villagonzalo speaks of a “progressive agenda” and lists his priorities as local jobs, more affordable housing, more trees, and support for the volunteering sector. At face value it seems very much like centre-left “elect a local to parliament” stuff.

His group ticket, however, suggests very different politics indeed. Everyone who votes 1 above the line for Group U will receive his ticket (see page 21 here) as their preferences no matter what their real preferences are. Villagonzalo’s preferences go directly to fringe extremist Bernie Finn (DLP), then work through the lead candidates of cooker, racist, and religious-right parties. It’s strange that he places we-need-less-migration Sustainable Australia in 4th and even stranger that notorious racists One Nation are 7th. Why on earth is a migrant community worker giving these preferences? Pulling up the ladder for the next generation of migrants?

My recommendation: Give Group U (Walter Villagonzalo and Sam Alcordo) a weak or no preference.

Ungrouped independents

Alright, let’s run through the handful of ungrouped independents. These people always get the fewest votes, and frankly I don’t know why anyone bothers standing ungrouped. If you want to run independently, at least find a friend so you get a square above the line. But I digress. Here they are in alphabetical order by electoral region:

(Please note this entry was updated one day after it was posted. It now contains links to entries on two candidates for whom new info came to light. These are clearly marked below.)

John O’Brien (Eastern Victoria): This guy really hates both Daniel Andrews and Matthew Guy. His website rants about schools needing to teach “the basics” and say “no to woke ideology”, he promotes the “clean coal” furphy, moans about “red tape”, and asserts that governments are “spending ‘our’ money wastefully”… but just as you think this is hard-right small-government stuff, he wants to nationalise all public utilities! Honestly his website is all over the show. Give him a weak or no preference.

Colin John Mancell (North Metropolitan): standing for the Indigenous-Aboriginal Party of Australia, who do not have registration at state level. My review is here.

Mehdi Sayed (South-Eastern Metropolitan): he appears to be running on refugee rights but his preferences are very dodgy—read more here. [Original text: I cannot find any information on this candidate. You have to pay a $350 deposit to stand for state election and only get it back if you poll a primary vote of at least 4%. Why is this bloke throwing away his money? Why is he not bothering to let anyone know what he stands for? There is at least one candidate like this every election and it baffles me. Give him a weak or no preference.]

Esther Demian (Western Metropolitan): cooker who peddles conspiracy theories. Avoid! Read more here. [Original text: I cannot find any information on this candidate either. Ridiculous. Give her a weak or no preference.]

Storm Hellmuth (Western Victoria): also standing for the Indigenous-Aboriginal Party of Australia. My review is here.

#auspol #springst #vicvotes #vicvotes22 #vicvotes2022 #Victorian election #Victoria #Melbourne #Election 2022 #independent politics #independent politicians #grouped independents #ungrouped independents #for the love of god tell people who you are if you're running for office #weak or no preference

[p0p-r0xx]

the hcs about espio and charmy being trans males gets me so emotional as a trans man myself bcs sometimes i think a lil too hard about vector going out of his way to make sure they're both comfortable and happy and i go wah.

#pop speaks #vec reassuring the boys abt little things.. #like espios horn or charmys stinger #wah 🥺 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #charmy the bee #transgender #trans hc

[sleepytrolls]

*stands in the corner of your room and eats a damb corn cob*

*sits in the middle of my room squishing a rubber ducky* quack quack

#hey vec #ooc #Prince speaks

[superautism64]

waking up to being able to pet your cat.... <3 hearing him purr and love u :) it's nice

#the fox howls ;; txt tag #wren speaks #our cats name is vivec #or vec for short #hes a chunky boy and i love him so much

[artsy-hobbitses]

Well good to know OP won’t be bad. But what about Prowl? He gonna still go off the rails? But speaking of him, are springer, the constructicons and Tarantulas gonna be in this story too? Since they’re pretty involved with Prowl.

Prowl is another reason TTB is an AU and not a direct translation of IDW. I explained his issues more in-depth here, but no. He’s a Cold Construct while suffered even more, if possible, than Starscream or Megatron with the added horror caveat of him not remembering a lot of it because he doesn’t almost get Mnemosurgeried here under ChromeDome (who does not play much of a role), he straight up is forced the procedure as a child under Trepan—at least twice in his life—-to keep him ‘in line’ when he breaks away from protocol.

As an adult he’s struggling to figure out who he is under everything his government did to him to ensure his loyalty as one of their assets (he broke away from protocol a third time, rescuing Blaster from a covert political execution and they decided he wasn’t worthit to keep around anymore because this asset is now a liability, and he would have been terminated had Jazz not saved his life) and he’s not bad. He’s just never been given a chance to be good, be him, and underneath all of that, he’s actually a decent man trying to figure himself out and make connections in a world beyond the police state his whole world revolved around not so long ago. He’s very firmly on the rails and a legitimate hero, even if he cannot empathise with people like charismatic Jazz or compassionate OP can—he just does not have that ability—-because justice doesn’t need him to be able to feel other people’s emotions. It just needs him to understand that what is being done to them is wrong and unfair, and he’s extremely fierce when it comes to that.

Springer is in this story. They actually have a semi-decent relationship with Prowl, who they treat as more of an uncle after finding out the circumstances of their creation. They were mostly raised by Kup because Prowl has no experience with kids (Springer was nine or ten when Prowl and Impactor discovered them, but they went through accelerated growth) and doesn’t want to fuck this one up like he was, but Prowl (and Jazz) did babysit them to his capabilities when Kup was unavailable or on missions.

Tarantulas exists as someone Prowl used to work with to improve prison and interrogation facilities when he was still a cop.

Constructions exist but are not a major part of this story, @le-vec I believe is handling them.

#inbox #tw: child abuse #tw: brainwashing

[sonic-the-hedgehog-fanfiction]

Chapter 23: Chaotix Chaos

"Yo! I'm Vector the Crocodile! After gettin' a request by Mighty, me and my team went off to the floating island! I just hope this ain't a waste of time... I hate those..."

It was the middle of the day with Vector laying in the midst of a forest, slowly waking up as he gets up, looking very exhausted and confused. "Ugh... Where am I?" he asks, looking around while rubbing his head. "Espio!? Charmy!? Where are ya!?"

With no answer, Vector began to think about how he ended up here. He recalled he was hired by Mighty and Ray to hunt for some island in the sky. They find it thanks to Espio, but upon landing, they get confronted by a red Echidna.

"What are you doing here?" Knuckles asked defensively.

"Oi. A native. Perhaps we should ask 'im, mates," Mighty suggests, acting quite friendly toward the red Echidna, who only points his fists at the group.

"This is my only warning. Get off the island, or I will force you off," Knuckles says, keeping cool this time.

"Hey, back off, buddy! We're looking for some stupid treasure and-"

"I knew it," Knuckles says before going in for a punch, slamming the plane he hits with enough force to destroy it in one shot. "If you guys are after the Master Emerald, looks like I'm taking you out!"

As Knuckles and Vector put up their dukes, a sudden meteor crashes onto the scene. And in mere seconds, said 'meteor' clocks the group and knocks them all out.

Vector grunts as he now recalls getting punched under the chin by a quick and cheap punch. "Man, when I find that Echidna, I'm gonna..." he begins to say before hearing out for sudden buzzing. "Charmy? Hold on little buddy! I'mma comin'!"

As Vector rushes through the brush, he finds Charmy tied up by a large spider's web, unable to speak but buzzing his wings to cause some noise. "Charmy! Don't worry! Vector's gotcha!" he shouts before hearing a bit of hissing. Turning, he spots a large mechanical spider, sporting the Eggman logo on the back. "You wanna go! Charmy's my co-worker! Not your lunch!"

Vector grabs the oncoming attacking legs of the spider and pins it down, only to get pushed off and almost bitten by a lunge. Vector then punches the spider's face in before slamming both his fists down to absolutely crush its head. "A bit nasty, but that'll show ya," he said, going to get Charmy down, getting the webbing off.

"Whew... Thanks, Vec! I thought I was gonna spider-chow," Charmy says before sighing. "But hey, where are we?"

"I didn't quite confirm it... But I think we're still on the Floating Island. Last thing I remember is someone punching me. And I think it was that red guy," Vector says, rubbing under his chin.

"Hmm... Well, why did you get so confrontational!? We could have just talked it out, you know!" Charmy shouts at Vector angrily.

"Hey, don't look at me! Hothead Red was the one who punched our plane apart! How're we supposed to get off this hunk of floating rock!?" Vector shouts back, arguing with the bee.

"I dunno! You think of something! You're the one who got us in this mess!"

"Hmph. Just go scout ahead and see what you can find," Vector says, angrily huffing.

Charmy just pouts before flying up to scout ahead. "Mean ol' Vector, being a jerk... He knows I'm not wrong," he says angrily before looking around. After a bit of exploring, he soon finds... Knuckles hanging off a trap in the trees. "Hey! It’s you! The red guy!"

"The name's Knuckles. And mind giving me a hand? I can't...quite...reach...my foot..." Knuckles says, trying to reach his tied-up foot hanging on the rope, but couldn't get it loose.

"Only if you don't punch me..." Charmy says, crossing his arms.

"What? I wouldn't punch a kid. I'm protective, but not evil," Knuckles says, not wanting to seem like a bad guy.

"Yeah, well... You kind of punched our plane..." Charmy says as he uses his stinger on the rope to cut it, allowing Knuckles to get himself loose.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I might have overreacted a bit," Knuckles admits, tossing the rope aside. "When I heard 'treasure', I thought you guys were here to take the Master Emerald."

"The master what? No no. Not take it. Prove that it exists is more like it," Charmy better explained, though this did nothing to calm Knuckles down. "Don't be like that. I swear! We have no interest in taking any treasure! ...At least I don't... And I don't think Espio does either..."

"...You seem like an honest kid... Alright," Knuckles says deciding to believe the bee. "So what happened? I mean what hit me? I recall something blue and fast..."

"I don't know, but it looked very robot," Charmy said, trying to remember, but everything was just going on so fast. "Come on! Let's go meet up with Vector and try to sort things out!"

Charmy leads Knuckles to where Vector was sitting with his music player loud in his ears. When he sees Charmy and then Knuckles, he was quick to go on the offensive. "You! You're the one that punched me under the chin!"

"Hardly," Knuckles says, ready to get confrontational too. "Someone already beat me to it, you idiot."

"Me? The idiot!? Why you-"

"STOP IT YOU TWO!" Charmy shouted, getting between them. "This is no time to argue! Vector, I just explained our case to Knuckles so please be on your best behavior already!"

"...Urgh... Fine! At least until we leave..." Vector says as he crosses his arms.

"There were three more of you guys somewhere, right? Might as well find them," Knuckles says, acting as leader. "I know this island better so stick with me."

"Before start searching, I decided to take a look at the spider I squashed... That was no ordinary thing," Vector says, pointing to it.

Knuckles sees the logo on the bad and immediately recognizes it from the Flying Battery and Death Egg. "Robotnik..." Knuckles says, clenching his fist.

"Who's that?" Charmy asked, looking at Knuckles.

"You guys don't know? Basically, he's a mad doctor causing trouble on the world below, roboticizing people and causing all kinds of headaches," Knuckles explains based on his last interaction with Robotnik.

"Wow. He sounds scary..." Charmy says, hiding behind Vector.

"Ah, he's not that tough. If he tries roboticizing me, I'll just mutiny. Demand better oil costs and all that!" Vector shouts, comically missing the point.

"Anyway, let's get going," Knuckles says before rushing ahead of the two.

Their first stop was in Hydrocity Zone, which is where Mighty was, trying his best not to get swept away by the currents. He had been taken in by some kind of mole robot earlier but he woke up just in time to destroy it. Hoping to find Ray, he found himself going through a flooded labyrinth and now hanging on for dear life. But as his luck seemed to hit rock bottom, he sees a hand reaching out to save him.

"Need a lift?" Knuckles offered, smiling at Mighty.

"Ah beauty, mate. Am I glad to see someone friendly," Mighty says, really happy to see anyone. He takes Knuckles' hand and hangs onto his back as Knuckles climbs back to rejoin Vector and Charmy.

"Hey, Mighty! Decided to take a dip?" Vector jokes with a smirk.

"'Ey, careful what ya say. I'm pretty heated," Mighty says before calming down. "Anyway, thanks guys. How'd you find me?"

"Saw a hole leading down here from the surface of Angel Island. I deduced that something got dragged based on some grass," Vector says, showing off his sleuthing skills.

"Not bad, mate. Where's Espio and Ray though?" Mighty asks, looking between the three.

"Haven't found them yet..." Charmy admits, but then Vector chimes in.

"I have a good guess on where Espio is. Call it a hunch, but he may be on a high vantage point, looking out for us," Vector says, thinking like a ninja.

"Wow! You mean it?" Charmy asks, really astonished.

"Red Mountain then. Its about as high as any place and I doubt a reptile like him enjoys the cold so much..." Knuckles says, basically referring to the Ice Cap mountains.

"Alright, let's split up then. Mighty and Knuckles? How about you go find Ray? Knuckles knows the island and you'd recognize Ray in a heartbeat, right?" Vector plans out.

"Sounds good. We'll check out Ice Cap. And if he isn't there, we'll try Sand Hill," Knuckles says as Mighty nods, the two leaving to the surface.

"That leaves Espio to us, buddy," Vector says before following Knuckles' lead.

And as Vector deduced, and Knuckles confirmed, Espio was indeed on Red Mountain, surrounded by Buzzbombers and aerial Egg Robos. Though he was quick to dispatch three of the Buzzbombers, he had to hide with his camoflage as the Egg Robos opened fire on him. While they lost him, he had to remain careful. But as he looked back, he saw that the Egg Robos turned on thermal vision, firing at him when he's invisible. Getting shot on the arm, Espio is forced out of his camoflage, him growling angrily before a Buzzbomber rams him over a cliff.

As an Egg Robo approaches to finish the job, a hand grabs him from behind and Espio hears the sound of metal being smashed by a loudmouth. And then a hand grabs him when he started to lose grip on the bit of cliff he could hold onto. "Vector!" Espio called as he seemed shocked.

"One thing you'll get to know about me. I never leave a Chaotix behind. We stick together, we go out together," Vector says in a genuine tone, lifting Espio up.

"Oh man! I thought we were too late!" Charmy shouts, happy that Espio is okay.

"...Thanks, Vector. I owe you," Espio says, smiling at the rescue party.

"Don't mention it! But your arm..." Vector brings up, seeing the injury.

"Just a scratch. I'll be fine..." Espio says, holding his hand out to have Vector not worry. "But I discovered something after I woke up. Check it out."

Espio leads the team to a cliff overlooking a base being set up just out of sight of most people who would come by. Guarding it were two Egg Robos.

"Huh... That would explain the robots... And look. That logo again," Vector says, pointing to the logo of Robotnik.

"'Again'?" Espio asked, looking at Vector, curious by what he meant.

"Long story. We'll explain when we meet up with our host of this island. Come on, you two," Vector said, turning to leave.

"Leaving rather than attack head on? That's rather tactical of you," Espio says, looking at Vector.

"You're injured and we're not exactly a bunch of juggernauts. And besides, we're down one flying squirrel found. I say attackin' when we're much better prepared is better than potential death," Vector says to his fellow reptile.

Espio is a bit taken aback. Up until now, he has only seen Vector as a loudmouth and pretty irresponsible, even thinking him unworthy of any kind of leadership. But to demonstrate otherwise when the stakes matter... Espio couldn't help but smile. "Alright. Sounds good," he says before the two leave ahead.

"...Are they...getting along? I think this whole adventure was way more worth it after all!" Charmy shouts happily as he catches up to the duo as they descend the mountain away from the robot base.

With the Chaotix trio now reassembled, there only remains one member unfound. What of Ray? Is he safe? Or did something happen to Mighty's squirrel friend? Find out next time on... Sonic the Hedgehog!

#espio the chameleon #charmy bee #vector the crocodile #knuckles the echidna #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel #the eggman empire #fanfiction #fanfic

[baepsaesbae]

Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.4

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, ANGST, mild smut +18, comedy (i tried), fluff in this chapter

Warnings— Unprotected explicit sex, fingering, blood mentions, death, 

Word Count— 6.9k (nice)

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires, making you a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think! Things are starting to get spicy~

The chilly crisp air that once gently kissed your cheeks had transformed into a biting cold that gnawed at your bones. Dread began to settle in as Taehyung led you by the hand, blissfully unaware of the daunting job you’ve been tasked with. You knew you should have killed him right away, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were well aware of the consequences, and now it is time to face the repercussions. 

Your jewelry was prepped and loaded with your special poison that consisted of neurotoxins from the deadliest animals. Pufferfish, scorpions, and king cobras were among the lethal mix. You had also laced your anointed silver dagger with the poison, as you would need every advantage you could get to combat Taehyung's strength.

“Would like some tea to calm your nerves, darling?” Taehyung asked sweetly.

“Yeah, that might help,” you shot him a meek smile.

Taehyung nodded and kissed the back of your hand before leaving you to make the tea. His sweet gesture made your heart sink. How could you possibly kill this man? The one and only person you’ve ever loved in your life? Well, even though he was not technically a person, no one had ever made you feel so loved before.

Taehyung quickly returned with hot tea and you gratefully let the cup warm up your hands. He pressed his cold hand against your forehead to check for any sign of illness.

“I’m fine, Taehyung,” you assured him.

“The air is getting colder. This is the opportune time for pestilence to strike,” Taehyung chided.

“Ok dad,” you rolled your eyes at him. God, you’re gonna miss this silly banter.

“I thought girls address their significant others by ‘daddy’ now?” he innocently asked, causing you to nearly spit out your drink.

“Some girls yes, but not in this instance. It’s more of a kink,” you explained.

“So was Freud correct in his reasoning?” Taehyung questioned.

“Well, yes and no. I don’t know. His theories are stupid and sexist. I hate that guy,” you concluded.

“I’m inclined to agree, he was rather odd,” Taehyung nodded wistfully.

“You act as if you actually knew him,” you scoffed, knowing damn well that he probably did meet him at some point.

“Of course not, that would be impossible. How old do you think I am?” he tried to joke with you. The subject of time and age always seemed like a touchy subject for him (and rightfully so). 

“We’ve been over this. You’re probably centuries old or some shit. You always talk like some old timey character in a cheesy period film.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily,” you smiled at him. 

You really should stop dragging this on. It’s only going to cause more pain. Well, maybe spending just one more day with him wouldn’t be too bad. Nothing you do now is going to avert the pain. You might as well make this final day count.

“Darling?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“Yes, my love?” Taehyung gazed softly at you.

“Can you cuddle me all day? And make me feel like the most loved girl in the world?”

“My darling, you are the most loved girl in the world. Nothing in this realm can ever diminish my affections for you,” Taehyung tightly embraced you.

His kind words made you shed a silent tear. You will cherish every last second you had left with him. And that you did. The rest of the day was spent bundled up together under the warm covers of his bed watching Peaky Blinders. You insisted that he finish all of the episodes that day (which was a silly notion to him, but he obliged nonetheless). 

It was late afternoon by the time the show was completely binged, and now your stomach was growling relentlessly. 

“Hungry?” Taehyung chuckled.

“I believe so,” you clenched your stomach.

“I’ll go whip up some quick sandwiches then. Would you like some tea as well?”

“I can make the tea, you just handle the food,” you ordered.

“As you wish,” Taehyung complied.

It was time. You brewed the tea as you normally would, making sure you acted as if everything was okay. Just like you did before, a quick motion was all it took to pour a lethal dose of your special concoction into Taehyung’s tea. 

There was no turning back now. Taehyung happily brought the sandwiches to the table. You smiled at him, fighting to hold back tears. At least your last memory of him would be pleasant.

“I love when you make the tea, it always tastes better than mine,” Taehyung praised you as he brought the cup to his lips. 

Your breath hitches as he takes a sip. Immediately his face contorts with disgust and he looks at you with hurt betrayal in his eyes. Your heart breaks as you hesitate for a second; your hand is gripped around the hilt of your poisoned dagger. 

With tears streaming down your face, you lunge at Taehyung. He quickly evades you, your blade narrowly missing his neck. Just a scratch of your blade would spell out his doom. Taehyung coughs out as much of the poison as he could. 

Again, you propel yourself at Taehyung, zeroing in on his neck. He grabs you by the back of your head and effortlessly flung you across the room. You crash into the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. In a split second, Taehyung was in front of you, pulling you up by your hair.

You tried to stab him, but your efforts were futile. He grabbed your wrist with such force that it felt as if it was about to shatter. The dagger falls to the floor and his hand moves from your wrist to your neck.

The pain in his eyes was too unbearable to look at. Tears welled at the bottom of his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find any words to say. 

“I could kill you right now,” is all he managed to say.

“Then do it,” you say without any hesitation.

“Go to sleep,” Taehyung demands, his words laced with the most potent magic you’ve ever encountered. In an instant, you were in a deep slumber. 

You wake up in an unknown amount of time later. Your hands and legs are tied up to a chair in the middle of Taehyung’s living room. The restraints are so tight that you couldn’t even squirm your wrists or ankles. 

Taehyung was rapidly pacing back and forth in front of you. His puffy eyes indicate the waterfall of tears he must have shed while you were knocked out. 

“Tae--” you tried to call out.

“Don’t,” Taehyung snapped at you, instantly shutting you up. 

He was using his magic now, and there’s nothing you can do to combat it. You had no choice but to sit helplessly as you waited for Taehyung to speak again.

“Why? I thought we had something real. I would have never hurt you. Did I not show you that I am harmless?” Taehyung finally said as he imposingly stood over you, “You may speak. Tell the truth.”

“I was ordered to exterminate you by the VEC. Taehyung you have to believe me when I say I love you. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I regret ever doing it,” you cried.

“Why should I ever trust you again?” he scoffed.

“If I didn’t kill you they would just keep sending more and more agents. You already encountered some before me,” you kept trying to explain.

“I tried to tell the vampire hunting couple that I have not done anyone harm in centuries. I’m sure you’re curious as to how I satisfy my peculiar craving. I pay a very handsome sum to the local hospital, and in return they supply me with endless blood donations. No one is harmed in the process. But those people refused to listen to me. I didn’t want to hurt them, but they gave me no choice,” Taehyung recounted. 

“Those people were my parents,” you said softly.

Taehyung’s harsh gaze softened. He didn’t know how to react. He reasoned that avenging your parents may have been a justifiable reason to kill him.

“I’m terribly sorry, ___. I did not want to hurt them, but they were belligerent. I did not have a single moment of peace while they were pursuing me. You must have thought I was a monster this entire time,” Taehyung’s voice cracked, and he turned to hide his face from you.

“No, Taehyung, not at all. I love you. I never really knew my parents, so as awful as it is to say, their deaths didn’t really affect me. I treated this mission like any other, but curiosity got the better of me. Taehyung, I’ve never felt more human than when I’m with you,” tears began to cascade down your cheeks. 

Taehyung remained silent and refused to look at you.

“I foolishly thought that the least I could do was give you a quick painless death. I didn’t want you to suffer,” you continued.

“___, I have never known a greater pain than this betrayal. I was willing to give you the world,” he finally turned to you, revealing that he too was crying, “And I still am. I have not been so enthralled by another for as long as I can remember. I do not know what kind of spells you used on me, but I fear that they are unbreakable.”

“Neither of us used any magic on each other before this, Tae. I wish you killed me on the spot when you first saw me,” you wailed.

“And ruin the single most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen? I couldn’t bear to think of it,” Taehyung said softly, gently caressing your wet cheek with the back of his hand. 

Taehyung picked up your chair with one hand and brought you to the dining table. 

“I’m going to untie you. Please do not try to run away or kill me again. We both know you are no match for me,” Taehyung said sternly.

You nodded quickly, eager to get the restraints off. You obediently sat still after he tore off the rope that bound you to the chair. Taehyung took his place opposite of you. Silence filled the air as tension built. Finally, Taehyung slid his poisoned tea to the middle of the table.

“Since peace does not seem to be an option, I believe it would be best for one of us to die,” he stated. 

You stare blankly at him.

“Or perhaps, we could run away together and never look back. I can forgive this little infraction if you can forgive me for my deceit. We were both keeping secrets, and in the end it only harmed both of us,” he continued. 

“We both know that can’t happen. The VEC would hunt us down relentlessly,” you disagreed. 

Before he could react, you grabbed the cup and consumed its contents in the blink of an eye.

“___! What are you doing!?” he yelled at you, leaping across the table to smack the cup from your hands. 

“I have a tracker in my bloodstream, Taehyung. They’ll always be able to find me, and we will never know peace. At least this way, you can flee and continue to live out your life,” you smiled weakly.

It won’t take long for your body to become paralyzed. After all, this was meant to kill vampires, not humans.

Taehyung cradled you in his arms, clutching you close to his chest. He wept over you as your body began to stiffen. Your cognitive abilities will remain intact until the very end. You watched as Taehyung’s heart broke for the second time that day.

“You fool. I don’t care if they keep coming after us. It would all be worth it if it means that I can have you by my side,” he cried as he cupped your cheek.

It was evident that the poison had begun running its course. You couldn’t reply nor could you move any part of your body. Only your eyes could convey your sorrow. Taehyung leaned down to plant kisses on both cheeks before gingerly placing one more on your still lips. 

He picked you up bridal style and headed for the door. He walked along the trail on which you used to skip alongside him. The chirping birds that once greeted you were eerily quiet now. The evening dusk hour made the trees cast long spooky shadows along the path. The lake comes into view, but now it looks menacing as fog rolls along the water.

“I wish I didn’t have to do this, ___,” Taehyung said somberly. 

You couldn’t say anything, but your eyes expressed your deep heartache.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It’ll only make this harder,” Taehyung set you down gently on the edge of the dock, “I loved you, you know. I trusted you.”

Taehyung bent down to give you a final kiss. You could feel his sorrow as his cold lips pressed against yours. After parting, Taehyung began to sing. Tears began to roll down your cheeks. Of course, you were crying because you didn’t want to die, but also because you loved Taehyung’s voice so much. It was probably the one thing you’d miss most from this world. Besides Taehyung himself, of course.

“Have I lost myself? Or have I gained you?” Taehyung’s beautiful voice carried through the air.

Taehyung placed you into the lake on your back. You floated for a few seconds before your legs began to dip deeper into the water. Now completely immobile due to your poison, you had no choice but to drown peacefully.

“Please don’t say anything. Reach my hand out to cover the mouth,” Taehyung sang, his eyes never leaving you.

The water engulfed you as your head finally sank below the surface. Taehyung’s voice began to fade away as your lungs filled with water. Is this what your dreams have been warning you about? Have you already seen your own demise? None of that matters now, as the dull light from above the water gets further and further away.

Everything fades to nothingness as the water swallows you whole. Your vision, hearing, and consciousness slip away. Nothing but the frigid lake can be felt now.

Is this really how you’d go? Maybe you deserved it. You did attempt to kill the love of your life. You couldn’t help but be thankful for the time you spent with him.

Water fills your lungs, and you’re certain that your time has finally come. For being raised as a vampire hunter, you managed to stretch out your life expectancy. You closed your eyes for the last time as you sunk further towards the bottom of the lake.

Suddenly a warm light caressed your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open as you desperately gasped for air. All of your senses flood back and it’s incredibly overwhelming. There’s an unbearable white light that temporarily blinds you. Loud indiscernible sounds cause you to crumple to the ground. Soon the loud noises turn into a muffled tone that you can’t quite make you. The light begins to fade away as well.

You finally open your eyes once again, and are shocked by what you see. You’re in a lush garden, surrounded by gigantic trees and beautiful flowers. Birds can be heard chirping overhead. 

‘Is this heaven?’ you thought to yourself.

“Not quite yet, child,” a voice boomed from above. 

The sudden response made you jump. You looked around to try and find who responded, but to no avail. 

‘God…?’ you thought. 

“You flatter me, little one,” the voice chuckled. 

The voice wasn’t as loud, but was now much closer. It honestly even sounded a little familiar. You turned around to see a giant figure looming behind you. Flowing golden robes elegantly wrapped around the figure. As your eyes focused on it, you saw a familiar face smiling down at you. Wait what the hell? It looked and sounded exactly like Yoongi. 

“Let me speak before you ask any more questions,” the faux Yoongi said, “Welcome to Purgatory. You are neither dead nor alive nor undead. Your soul is temporarily in limbo. You must be a rather peculiar human. Most souls merely pop in here for an instant before their fate is decided or they are pulled back into the mortal realm. I have been instructed to converse with you,” the being explained.

“Y-yoongi?” you stammered in your confusion.

“Ah, I am not Yoongi, though I’m sure I resemble that fellow. I am perceived as any being who is held dear by those who gaze upon me. Usually I appear as a lover or a parent. Forgive my curiosity but under which category is ‘Yoongi’ to you?” the being sat beside you.

“Neither. But he’s probably the closest thing I have to a parent,” you shrugged.

“Interesting. Do you have a lover?” 

“I think I did before I fucked everything up. What happens now?” you asked. You didn’t want to ponder on why this strange being did not take the form of Taehyung. Surely you held Taehyung more dear to you than Yoongi.

“You get to choose,” the being replied, “Also, I am not a god, upper or lowercase. You can think of me as sort of a cousin to Death. I am inevitable, but much less known,” it must have sensed your eagerness to figure out what it was.

“Do you have a name?” you inquired, now looking at it in awe instead of fear. If you didn’t know any better, you would think you were sitting with the real Min Yoongi. However, this being’s powerful aura easily gave it away as an imposter. 

“Names are powerful things,” fake Yoongi tsked.

“Surely you know mine. It’s only fair for me to know yours,” you replied, “And I keep calling you Fake Yoongi in my head.”

“You may call me Lethe, as some have called me before,” it said after a long pause.

“Cool. Nice to meet you, Lethe. So what is this choosing business? Whether I live or die?”

“Of course,” Lethe said as a matter of factly.

“Wouldn’t it be obvious that I’d want to live?”

“Do you?”

That question filled you with doubt. What happens if you go back? How would you face Taehyung? Would it even be possible to talk it out and pretend like it never happened? Or would you need to go through the ordeal of attempting to kill him again?

“Those are all valid questions,” Lethe nodded.

“I forgot you can read my mind,” you said with surprise, “How long can I stay here?”

“Time does not exist here. But I suppose for your feeble mind to comprehend, I’d say about 2 more hours. At least, that’s what it’ll feel like to you. You can converse with me for the time being,” the immortal sat beside you. 

And so it went. Lethe helped you weigh out your options. Lethe taking Yoongi’s form helped you open up. This was the closest thing you’ve ever had to a real heart to heart with a parent. Perhaps Yoongi was more important to you than you thought.

Lethe had already known every detail of your life, as they do with all those who pass through their domain. It was clear that you weren’t ready to die. You were just lost on what to do when you go back.

“Time is nearly up, little one,” Lethe softly said, “Have you made your decision?”

“Yes. I want to go back to the land of the living,” you smiled.

Lethe returned your smile as they began to wave their hands above you, making you instantly sleepy.

“I’ll be happy to see you again when it’s finally my time to go,” you managed to make out before letting out a yawn and shutting your eyes. 

“That would be nice, little one. But no one ever remembers me,” Lethe said in a bittersweet tone as they sent you back to the mortal plane.

“___? ___! ___ wake up!” you heard muffled yells.

Your eyes opened slowly, but it was too dark to see anything. Your entire body ached. Bitter chills began to set in as you realized you were sopping wet, making the wintry air even more unbearable. 

You drop back into a state of unconsciousness, but you swore you still faintly heard someone calling out your name. 

“You didn’t have to come here yourself.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I lost her parents. I can’t afford to lose her too. Why the fuck didn’t you step in immediately?”

  “You ordered me to observe her, and that’s exactly what I did. She would be dead if it weren’t for me.”

“I’m gonna kill that bloodsucker myself.”

“...Yoongi…?” you weakly called out, your eyes still closed.

“___?!?” you heard the men scramble to your side.

The sheets you were wrapped in were warm. The biting cold that hurt your bones had faded away. Your body ached beyond belief, and you didn’t have the strength to sit yourself up.

“___, are you okay? I’ll get you some water,” a familiar voice said. It must be Jungkook.

“___? Are you awake?” Yoongi’s voice was much closer now.

“Yoongi?” you repeated while your eyes slowly opened to adjust to the light. 

“Oh my god. Thank god you’re okay,” Yoongi pulled you in for a tight embrace. 

“We really thought you were done for,” Jungkook handed you a glass of water. 

“I thought I was too. I really think I died for a little bit. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but all I can recall is a bright light and maybe a forest? I think Yoongi was there?” you replied in a daze.

“Well, I was the only person with you until Yoongi showed up so I’m not sure about that. Unless you mistook me for Yoongi, which I take offense to,” Jungkook half smiled before taking a serious tone, “I saw him dump you in the lake. Why didn’t he drain you first?”

“Extremely tactless of you, Jungkook,” Yoongi admonished.

“He hasn’t harmed a living person in a long time. Well, except for my parents,” you softly answered.

“Come to think of it, he didn’t drink your parents’ blood either,” Yoongi stated.

“Please don’t hurt him. Please leave him alone. He won’t hurt anyone,” you begged. 

“He hurt you, ___. For that, he needs to die,” Yoongi said sternly.

“I poisoned myself,” you admitted.

“What?” Yoongi and Jungkook said in unison. 

“I...I love him. I told him to flee and live in peace after I sacrificed myself,” you began to cry.

“Are you stupid?” Yoongi asked in disbelief, “That thing killed your parents!”

“In self defense! They wouldn’t leave him alone after he told them numerous times to back off!”

“How do you know that? How do you know he wasn’t lying?” Yoongi argued.

“I can tell! You of all people should know that a vampire hunter doesn’t survive for long unless they can detect deceit in any and every form.”

“Sir, pardon me, but I think she’s telling the truth,” Jungkook interjected.

“Unbelievable. You too, Jungkook? Are you in love with the vampire too?” Yoongi scoffed.

“No. I just believe in her. When has ___ ever deviated from a mission? She’s your top agent. I don’t think she’d let herself get swept up by seductive charms,” Jungkook reasoned on your behalf, “I spoke with her yesterday. There was no trace of magic on her. Hopefully my word as your second highest agent means something. Plus, I’ve seen her express more emotion this past week than I have her entire life.”

“Jungkook,” you gratefully smiled at him.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do then? Just let him go without any consequences? I will not let your parents’ deaths go unavenged,” Yoongi crossed his arms.

“Let me talk to him,” you requested.

“What are you gonna say?” Jungkook joined you on the bed.

“I…” you trailed off.

What can you say to him? For one, he thinks you’re dead. You can’t imagine what he must be feeling right now. Anger? Sadness? Maybe he would be temporarily happy if you returned to him. However, it wouldn’t be long until your betrayal hurts him again.

“I just want to see him,” you finally say, “I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi shook his head, “I’m not sending you back without a plan.”

It took three days before you fully regained your strength. Yoongi and Jungkook took turns taking care of you. Jungkook offered to help you bathe, but you turned him down with a glare. 

“Can HQ function properly without you?” you asked Yoongi in the kitchen.

He turned around quickly, surprised that you’re out of bed, “___! Sit down, don’t strain yourself.”

“I’m fine, Yoongi. I’ve been in bed for too long,” you shooed him away.

“I guess we can all have dinner together at the table tonight. I made fried chicken,” Yoongi said triumphantly, “Also, I haven’t had a day off in years. The VEC can handle itself for a little bit longer.”

“The chicken smells amazing, Yoongi. I’m gonna take a shower because I feel and smell disgusting.”

“You sure you don’t want my help?” Jungkook materialized out of nowhere.

“Sure, you wanna help me take a shower?” you peered up at him.

“Are you being serious?” Jungkook’s doe eyes widened.

“Yep. The only condition is that I’m going to kill you afterwards,” you deadpanned.

“Mm so you’d still want to take at least one full shower with me,” Jungkook teased.

“Shut up, bunny boy,” you rolled your eyes.

You could hear Yoongi chuckle to himself behind you. It must be a relief to see you back to normal and bickering with Jungkook as if nothing happened. 

Flashbacks of your last encounter with Taehyung filled your head as warm water cleansed your body. You didn’t know what you’d do, but you made up your mind. You needed to see him. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. You longed to feel his soft lips on yours. 

Dinner was full of smiles and playful banter. The food was delicious (fried chicken was Yoongi’s speciality) and it tasted even better since you hadn’t been able to eat solid food in days. 

“So, what are we gonna do now that ___ is feeling better?” Jungkook questioned with a mouth full of food.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” you affirmed. 

“Again, what are you going to talk about?” Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

The rest of the evening was spent devising a plan. It took a lot of convincing by both you and Jungkook, but Yoongi finally gave in. It seemed like even Jungkook was hesitant about the plan, but backed you up nonetheless. Jungkook and Yoongi would be your backup in case things went south.

The next day you drove to Taehyung’s home. The drive that you once happily made now brought you dread. You had no idea how Taehyung would react. You just prayed that he wouldn’t kill you on the spot.

It was now well into the winter season. Snow covered the ground and frosted the windows of Taehyung’s weathered home. Knocking on the front door may not be the best move, but it’s what you decided to do. There was no answer. You tried to turn the knob to find that the door wasn’t locked at all. 

You snuck through the front door, cautious not to make any sounds. Something was amiss. Someone as cautious as Taehyung would never leave their front door unlocked. The house was eerily quiet.

He was nowhere to be found on the first floor. You journeyed up to the second story in the hopes of finding him. A rustling from his room was heard.

You tiptoed to his room, the door was wide open. Taehung was staring out of his bedroom window. The world seemed still for a moment. You quietly walked into the room, and realized that the room was filled with bouquets. Flowers ranging from lillies, chrysanthemums, carnations, and roses made the room smell sickly sweet. 

“Taehyung,” you called out to him.

He turned to you to reveal his tear streaked face. His eyes were red and puffy. He cast a disinterested gaze at you before he shooed you away with one hand.

“Go away. You’re not real. When will this hell end?” he sighed.

“Tae, my darling, I am real,” you approached him slowly.

“My own imagination won’t let me live down my guilt, huh? I suppose I deserve it,” he replied sadly, turning back to face the window. 

“Taehyung, I’m right here, dumbass,” you say with more conviction as you hug him from behind.

He jumped at your touch, whipping around to face you with inhuman speed. His cold hands gently cupped your face, as tears began to fall from his eyes.

“How? There’s no way you can be real. There’s no way that you’re ___,” he cried out, hugging you tightly.

“You better believe it, Taehyuung. I didn’t come back from the dead to be ignored,” you tried to joke, but your voice gave you away.

It was a bittersweet reunion. Tears freely fell, wet kisses were shared, and best of all, you were in each other’s arms again. Any fear you had regarding awkward tensions had dissipated. 

Taehyung held you in his arms as you recounted the past few days. You came clean to him about being a vampire hunter, and about how you were the VEC’s top hunter. You started to cry again as you told him about the inner turmoil you struggled with ever since you met him. Taehyung listened intently to everything you said, clutching you closely the entire time.

“The President of the VEC knows that you’re here?” he asked after you finished.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Is he going to kill me?” he seriously inquired.

“He may try, depending on the choices you make today,” you replied. 

“What choices do I have? I’ll receive any consequences you deem fit,” he kissed your forehead. 

“How do you feel about working for the VEC? It took a lot of arguing, but Yoongi agreed that if I can keep you in check, you would be allowed to work with me. However, one slip up and you’re dead. Those were his words exactly,” you explained.

“What exactly does a ‘slip up’ entail?” he questioned.

“Killing and/or eating any humans. You would only be allowed to kill vampires. The VEC would ensure that blood will always be provided to you to avoid any hunger killings,” you laced his fingers between yours, as if this was any normal casual conversation.

“My ultimatum is that I either work for the VEC to kill my own kind or to die? Is that correct?” he clarified.

“That sounds pretty harsh. But yes, those are your only options.”

“What if I kill all of you instead?”

“Okay, you have three options then.”

“But only one of them will allow me to spend my life with you,” he replied gently.

“You’ll do it? You’ll work with me at the VEC?” your eyes lit up.

“If it means I get to be with you, of course. Vampires are solitary creatures anyway. I have no remorse for my kind that resort to needless violence,” he planted a tender kiss on your lips.

“In that case, I have one more condition. This is a personal request,” you whispered.

“Anything for you, my darling,” Taehyung cooed.

“Turn me.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, stunned by your request. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I finally found a real reason to live, and it’s you. I had just been going through the motions until I met you. Please, Taehyung. I want us to stay like this. Forever,” you pleaded.

“Do you know what you’re asking, ___? You’ll be dead, just like me. You’ll be dependent on feeding on human blood. I’ve had countless years of practice, but the hunger can sometimes become uncontrollable,” Taehyung tried to reason with you.

“I would have you to help me through all of that,” you stroked his cheek.

“What if the VEC decides to hunt us down?”

“Then we can flee together. Or we can fight them. I don’t care, as long as we’re together. You don’t have to do it right now, but just know that I want it,” you say in a defeated tone. 

“If you’re sure,” Taehyung gripped a handful of your hair and tilted your head back, “I’ll do it.”

“Then do it. Bet you won’t,” you teased to hide your nervousness.

He chuckled at your response. He peppered gentle kisses along your neck, before licking a long stripe along it. The tingling sensation made you moan. Taehyung’s hand found its way between your thighs. He slowly began to rub your clit while seductively whispering in your ear.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing this since the first time I saw you,” he growled.

You took off your pants to grant him easier access to your intimate spots. 

“Good girl,” he praised, slipping a finger into you.

You moaned as he added another one. You felt your body clenching as he brought you closer to your climax. His fingers curled perfectly and his pace quickened. He had simultaneously been kissing your neck the entire time. 

“You smell so fucking good, darling,” his deep voice resonated in your ear, “I can’t promise that this won’t hurt. But I do promise to fuck your brains out after.”

He didn’t give you time to respond. You had been holding out long enough. You reached your high as his sharp fangs bit into your neck. The initial puncture hurt, but it began to feel better as soon as Taehyung lapped up the blood. Taehyung suckled your neck as his fingers played with your clit.

“T-tae t-that’s too much,” you struggled to say.

“Don’t act as if you can’t take it, darling,” Taehyung growled in response.

He threw you on your back. He let you have a second to catch your breath, as he tore off his blood stained shirt. He dove right back into feeding from you, but now his hard crotch was grinding against your wet exposed core. 

“I have to warn you, this next part may be a bit unpleasant for you,” he stated as he licked the blood off of his lips.

This sight of a bloody Kim Taehyung was oddly erotic. Knowing that it was your blood on him strangely made it even more hot. 

Taehyung bit his own wrist. He held his bleeding wrist over your mouth.

“Drink,” he ordered.

You did as you were told, hesitantly licked his wrist. The metallic taste caused you to cringe.

“It won’t work if you don’t do it,” he scolded.

You grabbed his wrist and brought it to your mouth. You sucked on the wound hard, swallowing as much as you could. Taehyung groaned, the sight of you feeding from him turned him on more than he could imagine. You couldn’t take it anymore after a few minutes. You stopped to get some air.

“That should be good enough, darling. Well done,” Taehyung kissed your forehead.

“How will I know if it worked?” you asked.

“It takes a little while for my blood to circulate throughout your body. It’ll happen, don’t worry. For now…” his voice trailed off as his hand returned to your pussy.

“Do you want me to make you feel good again?” he teased, his fingers lightly tracing your lips.

“I thought you promised that you’d ‘fuck my brains out’?” you deviously smiled.

“I do intend to make good on that,” he returned your sly smile.

He flipped you onto your stomach, and propped your ass up. He gave it a good slap, one that stung for a few seconds afterwards and immediately turned your ass red. 

He ran his length along your pussy, coating himself with your juices. He teased you by slowly putting just the tip in before coming back out. You didn’t have the energy to be your normal cheeky self. You patiently waited for him to ease into you. His hand came around to grip your neck, forcing your head upwards.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he growled, as he finally gave you his entire length. 

His hips bucked into you ferociously, his grip still firmly around your neck. Your neck was still sore from being bitten into, but at this point you didn’t care. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, and Taehyung was drilling directly into your g spot. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he panted.

“Please fuck me as hard as you can. I really can’t keep up with you much longer,” you managed to say.

“Sure thing, darling,” Taehyung obliged.

He pounded into you harder with speed that you couldn’t handle. He let go of your neck, allowing you to collapse onto your chest. His hands gripped your ass instead. His strokes became sloppier, indicating that he was now close to his limit. 

With a sudden grunt, Taehyung released his load into you, his hot semen filling you up. He leaned over to you, and you thought he was going in for a kiss, but he licked your neck instead. You didn’t realize that you were still bleeding. You turn to the side to give him better access. After the bleeding stopped, he cuddled you, pressing his chest against your back.

“You have the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted,” he kissed your ear.

“Thanks I guess? Have you ever tasted a diabetic? That might change your opinion,” you laughed.

“I can’t recall. I just know that no one has ever tasted better,” he squeezed you tighter, “Also creeping thistle.” 

“Huh?” you turned to look at him in confusion. Was he speaking in code?

“You asked what kind of flower I thought you were before. I believe I can give you my answer now,” Taehyung replied thoughtfully.

“Okay I’ll bite. What does a creeping thistle look like?” 

“You know those tall purple flowers you see on the sides of the road? Those are creeping thistles,” he answered. You paused to recall driving past them.

“Wait, those are weeds!” you cried out in disbelief, “You think I’m a pest like a weed?”

“They are weeds, yes. They are resilient, persistent, and can hurt you if you’re not careful around them,” Taehyung chuckled. 

“Those don’t really sound like compliments--”

“But they also produce beautiful purple flowers that go unappreciated. Purple is my favorite color,” Taehyung interrupted you. 

“Fine, I’ll take it since you said they’re beautiful or whatever,” you playfully rolled your eyes, but you were touched by the thought that went into his answer. You noticed you were growing colder by the second, and snuggled closer to Taehyung to try and produce some body heat. He noticed this and helped you get under the covers before cuddling with you again. 

 “You’re going to die tonight. Don’t worry, that’s part of the process. I’ll be by your side the entire time. You’ll be like me in the morning,” he kissed your forehead. 

“Will it hurt?” you asked, slightly scared.

“The worst is over. The most excruciating part is when my blood begins to circulate in yours, but I think I successfully distracted you from that pain,” he smirked. 

“Oh I’m sure that was the only reason you dicked me down senseless. Thank you for your generosity,” you laughed.  

Your body began to feel heavy yet weightless at the same time. Panic began to set in. The feeling was similar to when you drowned in the lake. Your breathes became more strained as you struggled to inhale sufficient oxygen. Sensing your distress, Taehyung held you tighter and whispered a single word into your ear.

“Sleep.” 

“You look pretty harmless.”

“I try to be, for the most part.”

“Jungkook! Get away from him. Don’t talk to him. Taehyung, if that’s even your real name, you’re on thin fucking ice. If ___ doesn’t wake up when you say she will I’ll put your pretty little head on a spike.”

“You think he’s pretty?”

“Shut up Jungkook.”

You slowly opened your eyes after hearing the men bicker. You woke up to find all three of them standing in front of the bed. Jungkook had an uncharacteristically somber look on his face while Yoongi looked gloomier than usual. You could tell that Taehyung had reverted back to his reserved state in their presence. 

“Yoongi? Why are you here?” you questioned. You started to panic. Did Taehyung admit to turning you? You hadn’t even thought about how to break the news to Yoongi. If you weren’t dead now then you’d surely be dead after Yoongi found out. 

“Your phone rang. I answered “Yoongles” who had some rather choice words for me. I told him that you were fine and resting. He barged in immediately after that,” Taehyung explained.

“Yoongi I told you that I would--”

“I’m beyond relieved that you’re still alive. I only called because it was urgent and--”

“The VEC was attacked,” Jungkook butted in.

“What?” you were shocked. 

“We’re the only ones left,” Yoongi stated.

Published October 24, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

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[sunshine-apprentice]

December

Vil x Vectra

(Vaguely inspired by This December

Azul is of course the lovely @azulsartdump

CW for a npc not taking losing for an answer)

The third year put his hair up tightly as he stared at himself in his vanity. He didn't feel completely prepared for this fight, but he knew he was graduating this year. 'I need to do it before I leave and before anyone else wins against her,' he thought to himself as he gently set the brush back in the drawer under the mirror. With a huff the blond stood upright and went to the training grounds where he met that damned faery for the past months to learn to fight.

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"Oh, it's snowing, I should head back to the dorm soon," the red head muttered, looking out the window of the enclosed training area, a practice sword pointing at a first-year's neck. The younger male was panting and swore. Vectra walked over to his discarded weapon, just out of his range from the ground.

"Good try, but you los-!" her words were cut off as he tackled her, hellbent on winning against her and making her 'his woman.' Then boy had her arms pinned to her sides causing her to drop both blades.

"I won't go down this time,' he snarled and moved his foot before she could stomp on it.

"Get off me, you lost!"

"Who said we'd just be fighting with swords~" he purred and his gripped tightened around her middle.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A voice shouted and both looked over to see Vil fuming. The second year's eyes sparkled with relief, despite not knowing the blond's exact abilities she knew who was training him and he caused a distraction. She quickly bashed the back of her head into the male's nose and scurried away from his arms. Rubbing the back of her head, she turned to thank the senior to see him grabbing a sword from the rack of training weapons.

"Oh, so the bitch needs a princess to rescue her," the first year cooed, picking up both swords beside him. He tossed one aside, not quite arrogant enough to try dual wielding long swords.

"I'll accept the princess comment, but I will never accept anyone calling that lady a bitch." The dorm head snarled and the two clashed swords. The young noble was so taken aback by the appearance and words of Vil that she momentarily forgot that the fight was hers to finish.

"Ah ah," a voice spoke quietly next to the red head. Vectra turned to see blue-haired friend with her arms crossed as she studied the fight before her.

"I know you're a knight with pride and all Vec-chan, but this is a guy thing, let them handle it." The dragonfly faery turned to smile at her junior before turning her attention back to the men. Red eyes glimmered with pride towards and the second-year couldn't tell if it was pride as a teacher, pride for him coming to fight, or a bit of both, but she knew from that look why Azul was training Vil and that caused her face to flush.

This match was not as face paced as when it would be if the two women were practicing. Nonetheless, like most sword fights it was over when someone lose their weapon. The two clashed multiple times but the victory was clear to the trained eyes of the onlookers. They were right as the sword of the younger went flying towards a wall. The smaller male didn't expect the 'princess' to be so tough, but he wasn't ready to surrender, even with a sword at his neck once more.

Irritated by the arrogance of the loser, the blond still overwhelmed with emotion, punch the other, farther breaking his nose. With a cry of pain he threw one hand around his nose and the other up in the air in surrender.

"I suggest the kid leave and we calm Vil down before he overblots again." Azul speaks up and the first year nods before running away. The woman pushes the other towards the slightly trembling male. Vectra sighs, but walks to where he could see her and gently places a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," her voice was softly and he looked over. Amythist eyes meeting chestnut ones for the second time that day and he visibly calmed down.

"Sorry about that," he spoke after clearing his throat and fixing his hair. On instinct the red head scanned over his face and arms for any injury before giving him a hug. The two third years were surprised by her actions, even she was caught off guard, but she stayed nonetheless.

"Thank you," now barely above a whisper, "I've never had someone fight for me like that before..." her voice trailed off as she blinked rapidly for a moment before letting him go. Vil smiled very softly down at her, he knew that this whole thing must have been difficult on her. He opted for placing a feather light kiss on her head instead of saying anything.

"Does that mean they are finally together now?" A new voice chimed in causing the second year to blush brightly and push away from the blond.

"Shut it Erik!"

"That wasn't a no, Vec-chan." Erik and Azul, two of her close friends, started to laugh embarrassing the knight further. She was about to storm off when she felt a finger hook around her own.

"I hope it's a yes," the proud dorm head seemed almost bashful as he whispered to her.

"We'll see," she tried to say calmly, but the stutter gave her away.

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