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giuseppe-yuki · 4 months ago

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summary: it's well known that formula 1 is a cutthroat and and merciless sport. that's why, when murder and other shenanigans are legalized by the fia during race weekends to add a little drama in the paddock, all hell breaks loose. fans are going missing, reporters are being found dead, team employees start writhing in pain for no apparent reason. it seems like everyone would do most anything to win the sparkling championship trophy. luckily for a few select drivers, they have a little advantage with supernatural powers on their side.

or: supernatural!reader x driver mini oneshots (kind of purge!au (?))

warnings: mentions of death, gore, murder, hurting people, and curse words

total w.c.: 5k

picture credits from pinterest :)

I - fallen angel - yt22

II - vampire - op81

III - ghost - zg24

IV - bat!shapeshifter - pg10

V - witch - gr63

VI - hellhound!shapeshifter - cs55

a/n: a quick little project i meant to put out before halloween but i got a little sidetracked with my other fics... i'm going to pretend that it's still spooky season and totally NOT november :P

ALSO i feel obligated to say i don't condone doing anything in these blurbs irl- hurting people for any reason is NOT okay.

I - fallen angel - yt22

yuki always called you an angel. with your entrancing looks and ability to light up any room that you were in, it was hard not to compare you to an ethereal being. when you walk outside holding yuki's hand, you don't miss the stares of envious women and salicious men when the way the sun seemed to create a halo around your head, and air seemed to shimmer around you. little did he know, you were an angel. well, you used to be, until some petty arguments and pointed fingers resulted in you losing your wings and falling into the mortal world. now, you spent your life dedicated to tempt others to sin.

this worked perfectly, because while yuki focused on dominating on track and getting maximum points, you could use your full power and focus on other aspects- like making sure your boyfriend didn't get fucked over by unfair officials of the sport.

"do good out there, okay?" you say to your boyfriend, giving him a hug and a kiss on his recognizable japanese maple leaf helmet.

he smiles back at you, only visible through his flipped-up visor.

soon enough, it was lights out, and the drivers were sent on their way, throttling around the night track.

you settle in a padded chair that a starstruck engineer pulled up for you while monitoring the multiple tvs that lined the garage. most of them showed the live feeds of the drivers aggressively battling on track, using dirty racing to cut their way to the lead. you took pleasure in seeing yuki gain several positions as he overtook the battling fernando and liam. his engineers burst in rambunctious applause, but it quiets down rather quickly, notifying you that something was amiss.

you turn around to see the engineers crowded around a singular data computer. storming out of your chair, you snatch a nearby engineer's arm, roughly turning him around.

"can you tell me what just happened?" you ask with mock-sweetness, pointing your chin the whispering group of engineers that hid the computer screen from your eyes.

he gulps, knowing that you had the power to hurt him, especially with the fia's rules, and stammers out an answer, even if he knew you wouldn't like it.

"w-w-well," he stutters, "apparently, the stewards gave yuki a penalty for false start and forcing a driver off track. he'll have to- um- serve it when he comes in for a pitstop."

there's no way, you think, angrily. a false start and forcing a driver off track? what a load of bullshit. were they actually even watching the race? someone had to pay for this.

your heels clacked as you strutted through the linoleum floors of the fia building. the walls shook from the sheer forces of the cars on track barreling by, probably halfway through the race. stalking through the stale white hallways and up a flight of stairs, you finally find the room you were looking for- a dark wooden one that proudly held a silver sign that had the words 'stewards' carved into it neatly. you take a deep breath and turn on your full dazzling skills before knocking gently on the door.

an older gentleman, shirt marked with the telltale fia symbol and orange lanyard, opens the door. the perfect victim. he falters a bit when sees you, practically glowing, even in the hallway's dim lighting.

"c-c-can i help you miss?" he asks, face turning a bit red and hand instinctively reaching up to to loosen his collar. you tended to have that affect on people when you wanted to.

"yes," you drawl, purposely batting your long lashes at him. "i have a something to show you."

he shakes his head nervously, eyes glued to something that was definitely not your face. "no, no, no, i have a job to do-"

"oh, come on," you say, pouting, "it's just down the hall!"

you turn and strut down the hall, purposefully showing off your long legs, knowing that there was no doubt he would follow you out of the room. when you turn back around at the end of the hall, the steward, like you predicted, had naively followed you like a dog to a bone.

you don't even make sure that no one was close by before plunging a dagger straight into his heart. he slumps down on the ground, blood flowing out of the fatal wound. you blow him a kiss, before flouncing away back towards yuki's garage. that will teach the stewards a lesson before giving your boyfriend unfair penalties.

II - vampire - op81

when oscar met you, you seemed like a shy little thing with your timid personality and reserved smiles. he swore that you could do nothing wrong. i mean, how could you, when you were scared of such small things like sunburns or funnily enough, garlic bread? the first time he introduced you to the paddock as his girlfriend, he kept a good watch on you. if he didn't, he was so sure that they were going to eat you alive just to gain an advantage on him.

and that's also why, when he heard the news of yet another important paddock member going missing, he was so sure that it was you.

"fuck!" oscar shouts, raking a hand through his sweaty hair. "i leave to do one five minute interview and she disappears!"

ignoring the stares of the reporters and cameramen who turn in surprise to his outburst, he yanks the clip-on mic off of his fireproofs and chucks it at his interviewer's head. if he found his girlfriend dead on the floor, bleeding out, it would be this stupid interviewer's fault.

he stalks off without a word, listing potential places that his girlfriend could possibly be taken in his head.

behind him, lando skips in the shadow of oscar's steps, grinning around the rubber straw of his water bottle that was clenched between his teeth.

"you better hurry, osc!" he trills, "you know what happened to ocon's little girlfriend when she went missing- she was found-"

oscar snaps back, interrupting lando. "yes i know, she was found at the bottom of a goddamn dumpster. you don't have to remind me."

it was a fresh memory in his head. ever since the fia allowed murder, during race weekends, all hell had broke loose. vip guests dropping dead, officials found with broken necks. whoever had murdered poor ocon's girlfriend had did a great deal of damage mentally on esteban, resulting in multiple poor finishes for him during race weekends. oscar never thought it would happen to himself.

frustrated, he roughly shoves lando away from him, pointing in the direction of the red bull garage.

"why don't you go blow up max's tyre like you did in australia or something!" he shouts, clearly annoyed by lando's constant pestering.

oscar doesn't wait for a response from lando before sprinting down to the mclaren motorhome. he checks each individual door to the bathroom, kitchen, and computer rooms when he finally stumbles upon a door with a blood red liquid seeping out the bottom. a muffled thud sounds from within, and he winces automatically.

he closes his eyes, praying that you died a peaceful death, before slowly turning the silver knob of the storage closet.

to his surprise, the the grey, pale, body of otmar szafnauer thumps out into the hallway, head rolling. the side of his neck is a bloody mess, probably the source of the pool of blood now seeping into the carpet and staining the edge of his racing shoes. there, stood primly behind otmar's repulsive body, is you, without a drop of blood on your pretty pink dress. you send oscar a bashful smile, revealing your fangs covered in the cherry-red liquid.

picking up your skirts, you step over the ex-alpine team manager and carefully close the door to the rather stuffy closet you were just in. he'll probably be found by the janitor in the next 24 hours or so.

you peck a quick kiss on oscar's cheek, unknowingly getting a bit of blood on his skin.

"i got rid of otmar for you, baby," you say quietly, fiddling with your fingers. "i hope you don't mind- i heard he gave you a hard time last year."

III - ghost - zg24

you were dead. no, literally. you passed away 5 years ago- beheaded after you fell off of a high building you suppose, going off of how you could pull your head off your neck if you wanted to, and the fact that you always had phantom back pains. it worked out quite beautifully that you were dead already when the fia announced its new rule.

as opposed to the girlfriends of several other select drivers that tended to play a rather active part in gaining the best advantage for their boyfriends on track, you tended to be a little more laid back. however, one thing you could never excuse was when people talked shit about your boyfriend, zhou.

zhou grips your hand tightly in his as you both walked down through the paddock. you loved how his fashionable clothes glittered brightly under the lit lamp posts that lined the walkway. the sun had set, which meant the night race was starting soon. the crowds of fans in the paddock had somehow gotten thicker, and the hired security that zhou had gotten struggled just the tiniest bit holding the horde back.

like you always do when you get nervous, you flicker in-between your solid and ghost form. your boyfriend clocks this right away, especially since that this meant his hand, which was holding firmly holding yours, passed right through you. he stops, looking at you concerningly.

"hey, you alright?" he asks, brows furrowed. "i can-" before he can finish his sentence, an apple flies out of the crowd of fans and bounces off his shoulder, landing at the place where your translucent foot is supposed to be.

the fan that threw it begins to shout obscene remarks directed at both you and zhou, before being dragged away by security.

an anger flares through you. who did she think she was? throwing an apple at your boyfriend's head? that had to count as a murder attempt.

you flicker more rapidly between your states, to which zhou takes your hand.

"hey, it's fine," your boyfriend says, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "forget it- my security will deal with them. let's go to the garage, okay?"

you nod slowly, letting your boyfriend lead the way, but oh, you don't forget.

you wait, in your ghost form, in the metal supports of the grandstand. drifting aimlessly, you pop up here and there to scare the crap out of some random fan, when you finally spot your target. the fan from earlier tirelessly climbs the lengthy walk to the grandstands. she's decked out in alpine merch, which makes you scoff. why criticize zhou's team when the very team she was rooting for wasn't doing so well either?

you watch as she settles herself at the very top seat of the grandstand, waving her little alpine flag. what a pity. if only she wasn't so rude. when the cars roar around the corner and she stands up to cheer, it isn't hard for you to reach out your hands and push. a look of recognition registers in her face before she falls backwards off of the high-up stands. she screams, but who hears her over the loud engines as they make their way around the turn? except you, of course. she lands on the ground with a sick splat, likely breaking her back and neck the way you did when you died. you float for a moment over the carnage before floating away to your rightful spot in zhou's garage. serves her right, you suppose.

IV - bat!shapeshifter - pg10

the second pierre found out about your special "ability," he didn't hesitate to take advantage of it. sending you to spy on the other team's cars? check. going to pester the invasive reporters who only cared about spreading yet another rumor? check. monitoring around him to make sure there wasn't any people trying to attack him in the paddock? check.

you didn't mind of course- anything to help your boyfriend one step closer to his end goal. you hated seeing him coming home, again and again, dejected over the progress he's made, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he raced.

today, a night race, gave you an opportunity to give your boyfriend another chance at points. with the sky being pitch black, it made it easier to navigate around without being seen.

in the garage, under the harsh incandescent lights, engineers and alpine employees mill around, checking data and making any final adjustments to the car. before long, pierre gets the green lights to drive up to the starting spots on the track. just prior to pulling on his helmet and climbing into his shitbox of a car, he pulls you close.

"remember what we talked about, okay?" he whispers into your ear, playing it off as a tight hug.

you nod, pressing a kiss to his freshly-shaven jaw.

"of course, baby," you respond earnestly.

when the car rumbles awake and your boyfriend steers the car towards the starting grid postions, you take off running as well. taking a flying leap behind the car, you shift into your bat form and fly up, up, up, into the rapidly darkening sky.

you sit patiently on a tree branch near the track, watching carefully with your sensitive night vision. like you planned, when you spot the telltale black carbon-fiber and vibrant red bull car pull in towards the pitlanes, you dive bomb down back towards the garages. it takes a second, maybe even quicker, to find the engineers poised with the fresh tyres ready for max verstappen's pretty little rb20. you don't hesitate to sink your pointy teeth into their unprotected necks, one by one. the venom in your saliva works quick, and by the time max pulls into his pitstop spot, his pit crew all lay on the ground, incapacitated.

huh, that worked suprisingly well, you think, soaring away from the crime scene. maybe you should try that again in the next prix.

V - witch - gr63

with the fia implementing the barbarous rules at every prix at every calendar, you would think people would be more scared to come. however, it seemed like the audience doubled, if not tripled ever since the rule was announced. something about 'the thrill of it,' lewis had said when you asked him. so, like the crowds of fans lingering in the fanzones, the vips and sponsors visiting the paddock club increased significantly, eager to get a look at the track action and drama between drivers like it was some drama movie.

so, the only thing that made sense to do was to profit off of it, of course. with your magic and brewing pot at hand, you could do most anything to the pompous rich pricks who wanted nothing more than an in to the thrilling secrets of the bloodthirsty sport of formula 1.

"what are you wearing tonight, darling?" the vip asks, flaunting her massive diamond ring in your peripheral vision, obviously fishing for complements. it shined tauntingly in the colored overhead lights at the exclusive paddock club event. jazzy music and the clinking of glasses drown out the pretentious conversations of yet another pair of billionaires talking about their newest private jet acquisition or supercar purchase.

you fake a half-hearted smile at her, smoothing down your own outfit.

"i'm not really sure. i just pulled it out of my closet, i suppose."

failing to get a proper response from you, she smooths down her own glittering dress haughtily and brushes her carefully styled hair behind her ears.

"well, i'm wearing all ysl. the heels themselves cost at least 1.3k!" she exclaims, pointing to the rather painful-looking heels holding up her feet.

just then, your boyfriend appears next to you, lips wide in a smile.

"hello, darling," he says, handing you a drink from the bar. it's a small glass of margarita, coincidentally matching the one in the pompous vip's hand.

"it's not poisoned, i promise," he says to you, making you roll your eyes. the vip, hearing this, laughs.

"so exciting, isn't it? with all the fia's rules, i can't wait to finally see some more drama on track tomorrow," she says giddily, as if george wasn't in grave danger every day, on track and in the paddock because of people like her. dropping her voice down to a scandalous whisper, she continues, "i heard, some fan fell- or was pushed off the grandstands last night!" she giggles, waving her hand. "honestly though, i would probably jump too, if i had to sit in those grimy seats."

you and george both exchange looks of disgust, but she doesn't catch it as a well-dressed gentleman walks up with a grin, giving her a polite hug.

"ah! ricca, how nice to see you again! i haven't seen you since- what, our little outing to bali a month ago? wanted a little bit of racing action now huh?" he asks, swishing his whiskey on the rocks. he turns after finishing his sentence, as if just realizing you and your boyfriend's presence. his gives the both of you a demeaning look, as if you were the ones butting into the conversation instead of him. however, after a beat, his eyes grow wide, and it is obvious when it clicks in his brain where he has seen george.

"oh my!" he proclaims, clutching his chest. "you're that- that racing driver! what's your name again? lando norrin? ferdinand alonso?"

that really said a lot about the reason these socialites were here. who the fuck was ferdinand?

your boyfriend, like the kind-hearted person he was, pastes on a smile and gently corrects the man.

"er- no, sir. i'm george russell- driver for mercedes."

"as i thought," he states with no shame. he then loudly clinks his drink with the young lady, ricca's, glass, and they both down their respective liquids.

you literally could not take it anymore.

"let me take those onto the bar for you," you offer helpfully to the affluent pair. "another whiskey and margarita?"

they have the decency to thank you tipsily before shoving the empty glasses in your hand. you turn back to george, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"i'll be right back," you whisper.

squeezing through the crush of the crowd, you station yourself in an mostly empty table in the corner of the room placed next to a floor-to-ceiling window. the empty glasses in your hand clink when you set it on the table, the last dregs of the drinks swirling at the bottom of the glasses. a quick wave of your hand summons fresh ice cubes in each glass, and a practiced flick of your middle finger and thumb sends a stream of margarita and whiskey out of thin air into its respective glasses. from your pocket, you retrieve a vial of silver liquid that you brewed just about every grand prix. with a hint of nightshade, wings of a spanish fly, and ground up pearls, it made the drinker do whatever you wanted, really. after carefully pouring half into each drink, you throw the empty vial into the air, where it is promptly teleported to your vial cabinet back in george's driver room.

perfect.

before heading back, you take one last look through the glass that presented the night sky and darkened track below. the track still had streaks of black from the burnt rubber from the race only a few hours ago.

it was a wonderful sport really. it was a shame that implemented these barbaric rules that forced your hand. but if that's what you had to do for george, then you would do it.

it didn't take very long for the potion to take effect. you could tell from their slurred speech and slow movements that one could pass off as being drunk.

deciding to waste no time, you pull out your quill pen and paper out of a hidden pocket in your dress. it levitates in the air, visible to only you.

with a nod to george, you both go through the usual spiel- bank account numbers? passwords? credit card numbers?

the vips list off the information as if it is public knowledge, unknowingly allowing your quill to copy the numbers and sensitive information into your notebook.

when you are satisfied, you slip the notebook back into your pocket.

"alright, i think we're done here, georgie," you say to your boyfriend, ignoring the two figures that sway, silent, next to the two of you.

george pouts.

"aww, i was really having fun with that!" he whines.

"well," you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. "do you want to stay at this god-forsaken place where you might be stabbed by "ferdinand" alonso for no reason or do you want to go home to our comfy flat?"

he shrugs.

"i guess you have a point," he says unhappily.

taking his hand, you lead him out of the still-packed event, but not before slipping another vial of blood-red liquid into their drinks- mind-wiping serum that worked perfectly every single time, except the fact that it also had a tiny side effect of excruciating pain that lasted a few hours.

eh, they deserved it for not even knowing your boyfriend's name.

tomorrow- if they even survived- they would wake up to see their bank accounts drained. you suppose you should send them a thank-you letter next time for single-handedly sponsoring the next merc upgrades, even if they didn't know it.

VI - hellhound!shapeshifter - cs55

at this point in time, you didn't care anymore. you dared one person- a fan, an official, or opposing team member to try again to break into carlos' driver room. they never seemed to learn their lesson of how loyal and protective you were of your boyfriend. one bite with your teeth are sure to dismember an arm and one swipe of your paw could brake even the most sturdy tire drills, as demonstrated with the last haas mechanic that tried in vain to murder carlos.

it might not seem like it, the way you were curled in carlos' arms on his couch. you practically had your face buried in his red branded hoodie, half-asleep, while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone. it's so soft and comfy, you can't help let out a soft snore as you drift off.

carlos laughs, chest rumbling, patting your head with his free hand. "i thought you were supposed to be on guard, protecting me, mi amor!"

opening your eyes a tiny bit, you pull yourself even closer to carlos, reveling in the warmth of his body.

"i am on alert," you defend, but it doesn't help your case the way your voice comes out muffled from being pressed against his hoodie. "i am always list-"

footsteps.

you hear a pair of scuffled footsteps from the hallway outside of carlos' door, thanks to your exceptional hearing. it slowly drags closer and closer to the only door out of the room, a slow patter of sneaker on pavement that is only audible to you.

without wasting a second, you leap up off the couch and shift into your hellhound form, baring your sharp teeth towards the door, poised, ready to attack whatever poor soul that had decided had your boyfriend was an easy target.

behind you, carlos slides off the couch slowly, recognizing something was wrong.

a knock sounds on the door, making him flinch and eliciting a warning growl from you. however, when both you and carlos don't move an inch toward the entryway, the door slowly slides open.

you muster up all the power you have to leap straight at the attacker, making sure to aim for the neck. but before you can pounce and go for the kill, carlos roughly yanks you back by the scruff of your neck.

"woahwoahwoah," he says to you, pushing your foaming mouth away from the cowering man in the doorway. "it's fine- it's okay!"

you snap at the man once, making sure to purposely show off your canines, but back off a little into the room. if carlos said the man was safe, you wouldn't go against his words.

carlos scratches his head, briefly apologizing to what you realize was his head race engineer, riccardo adami, explaining the precautions he had to take in light of the fia's new rules.

riccardo laughs nervously, but proceeds to let carlos know that he is wanted in the media pen.

carlos holds your hand in his when you stroll down the lighted walkways of the paddock. you flounce your way past the plush couches next to the walkway and the little cafe/bar that served absolutely bomb coffee and cocktails. honestly, you missed the times before the fia's stupid fucking rule where you could drink cocktails with alex's girlfriend or gossip with yuki's girlfriend without fearing that they would poison your drinks or strangle you behind the mclaren hospitality just to help their boyfriends. you guess you still could if you really wanted to, though. maybe you'll do the poisoning and strangling if really needed.

lost in thought, you miss the fake smile the interviewer gives you before dragging your boyfriend off into the media pen.

throwing yourself onto the said couches from before, you convince yourself that he'd probably be fine, but you make sure to keep an eye out and train yourself to listen to any concerning sounds within all the chatter and crowds.

to your surprise, the interview ends quite early, and you have hardly taken a sip of your iced coffee (even though it was, like, 8pm a the track) before carlos storms out of the media pen.

"you okay?" you ask your boyfriend concerningly as you take another swig of the still-full iced coffee in your hand.

carlos huffs angrily, running a hand through his hair, before grasping your free hand to lead you back to his driver's room.

"it's fine, let's just go," he says dismissively, straight-up dragging you behind him.

you pull him to stop with your strength, and glare at him with your arms crossed.

"no! carlos sainz, you tell me what happened in there," you demand.

he rolls his eyes. "well, that stupid interviewer just kept on asking me questions about my thoughts on the missing otmar, dead steward, the fan "falling" from the stands, and all that bullshit that i said didn't want to talk about. i told her i wanted to talk about the race, but then she just responded with a question about my reaction to max's pit crew being injected with some type of venom. i was so done at that point, i just walked out."

you frown. that woman sure sounded like a bitch. honing in your hearing to find the woman through the noise in the media pen, you hear what you assume to be the interviewer mention carlos' name.

"...no, and like i felt like he was so hard to work with," she laughs.

perhaps she was talking to a friend in the media pen?

"...yeah, and he wouldn't answer any of my questions- like what am i going to put in my article? nothing?" she says incredulously. "honestly," she continues, "i hope he dies next on the grid, so it'll make it easier for the next poor reporter who has do an article on him, because then, she won't have to go through the misery of interviewing him!"

a symphony of giggles from a group follow her sentence, a few muttering their agreement.

you turn back to carlos, purposely blocking off the noise of the media pen in your ear, and give him a genuine smile. pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek, you comfort him, "i'm sorry that happened to you, baby. i'm sure it won't happen again- ever."

true to your word, you wait until carlos is proccupied with arguing with charles in the hospitality about one of the controversial on-track battles that took place earlier in the day when you make your move.

the sky is dark, throughly littered with sparkling diamonds, when you pad through the mostly-empty paddock towards the media pen. several fans and officials, seeing your demonic form, scamper out of the way in an effort to avoid your wrath.

you spot your target with your sharp eyesight immediately, walking wobbly in her high heels with a clipboard in one hand. several of her reporter friends huddle next to her, their laughs echoing through the darkened paddock.

time to enact your plan.

stopping a meter behind them, you use your sharp claws to draw a circle on the ground. with three taps of your paw and a breath of fire into the middle, the pavement slides away to reveal a portal into a fiery pit. you're not too sure where it leads, but you don't really plan on finding out either.

silently scampering over to the group, you clamp your jaws down the legs of one of the people that you heard agreeing with the interviewer. you ignore the group's screams before roughly dragging the woman towards the pit. she falls, and it's not long before her yells are covered up in the rumble of the flames.

even when the group scatters in different ways, it doesn't take long with your supernatural speed to catch up to them and drag each person into the pit. you purposely save the main interviewer for last.

when she lies at the edge of the pit, arm bleeding profusely from the wounds from your teeth, you shift back into your human form.

"don't fucking talk shit about my boyfriend ever again," you snarl.

with a shove from your arm, she falls backwards into the deep fire pit with the rest of her "friends."

if carlos was hard to work with, you bet whatever demons down there were so much more harder to work with. oh well, that was her problem.

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adoptayansavealife · 11 months ago

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(Broke) Yandere Profile: Introduction　

Jebediah

TW: stalking, violence

Yandere Type

Mental Clarity: Lucid

Jebediah is completely aware of your flaws. He sees them clearly and loves them all the same. He doesn't think of you as some kind of god or higher being. He very much sees you as an equal. Although this does have its limitations, especially when it comes to matters of intelligence or what he thinks is good for you.

As he isn't completely delusional, Jebediah is aware that his actions are possibly maybe a tad bit morally wrong and also illegal. However, legality does little to deter him. He just knows that if he doesn't get caught, he'll be fine.

He also knows that the police rarely take stalking allegations seriously without proof and he will absolutely use that to his advantage.

Method: Stalking

Jebediah full on quit his internship so that he could... check on you more. He's not delusional - he knows you're not really in danger or need his protection. No, he does it because he just likes, well, watching you. At work. At the grocery store. At the gym. And making sure other men don't get close to you.

He literally follows you everywhere in his beater car. Much to his chagrin, his car is not only very old and clunky, but also very loud. It is the opposite of sneaky and also super lame in his opinion. He will try to hide his car from you out of shame.

He hid a tracking device under the seat of your car and in the seams of your favorite backpack/purse/fanny pack. Also, in your phone, just because it was fairly easy to do.

Jebediah actually did this very soon after meeting you for the first time.

It took him a little longer to take the step to install cameras in your house when you weren't home and tap into the security camera systems at your work. A few weeks maybe. He's definitely the fall hard and fast type.

Trait: Broke

Now, let's be honest here, hidden cameras and tracking devices are NOT cheap.

He actually had a nice-ish car originally. However, he was following you home one day and you slammed on your brakes to avoid hitting a deer and he would rather die than hit and potentially kill you, so he swerved off the road and totaled his car.

Jebediah thought it was really sweet when you ran off the road to where his car had crashed to make sure he was okay. However, Jebediah refused to have you two 'officially' meet like that. After all, that would make him look 1) desperate and 2) like a horrible driver. So, after crashing into the ditch and miraculously not suffering any injuries, he knew he just had to book it before his benevolent darling began frantically searching for him. He waited for the cops to tell you to leave before coming out and telling the officers that he thought the car was going to blow up and ran to safety.

However, he quickly realized that the cost to repair his car was wayyy out of his budget. He didn't have an income coming in anymore and he was burning through savings. Those cameras and trackers were expensive after all, and his bank account was paying the price (literally). Moreso, because he followed you so much, he pretty much had to decide between takeout and starving.

Also, it didn't help that he was paying your rent. He just told the landlord that he was an uncle of yours who was taking care of his favorite niece, which worked somehow.

So, he found a lemon car on Craigslist for like 1200 dollars. The seat belt doesn't work, there are no airbags, the passenger window only rolls up 3/4 of the way, and the speedometer's stuck at 40 mph.

He barely keeps it running with pure willpower.

Jebediah's house isn't much better. It's really just a single room he's renting in a communal house that he shares with like five other dudes. A total bachelor pad is absolutely not the kind of place he wants you to know he lives in.

His room consists of a mini fridge, a single dining chair, an air mattress, two blankets, and a deflated pillow. Oh yeah, and a lot of pictures of you that he's stuck on the walls. He's that kind of yandere.

Trait: Voyeur

At first, Jebediah was content with discreetly watching you through cameras and windows. But, as time passed, he began getting...restless.

He's very careful - he knows you're smart. So, he sticks to only sneaking in your house when you're asleep or away.

It's almost depressingly easy to slip in through an open window that you forgot to lock.

At first, Jebediah was ashamed. It was one thing to watch you through cameras, but in person was another thing entirely. But you, you were just too intoxicating to resist. The smell of your clothes and your room, and the way your chest rises and falls so softly. The way you twitch as you dream; it was addicting to watch you sleep. He couldn't look away.

You were just so delicate, so... Vulnerable. You were stupid to leave the window open. Don't you understand how easily someone could slip in and take advantage of you??? You're lucky he's here every night to make sure that doesn't happen. You should honestly be grateful.

Jebediah likes to... check on the house while you're at work. He's got to make sure the cameras are working. And steal your underwear clothes.

It was an impulse the first time, but now it's a routine. After all, he only takes clothes that are already dirty. You never notice them missing from the laundry hamper. And he washes them for you he can barely afford the laundromat btw, because he's a considerate man.

Recently, while you were at work and he was roaming around your apartment, he actually found out that you have an attic. You never use it because it creeps you out and so, it's gone untouched.

Sure, they're spiders and cobwebs but it's pretty much an upgrade from his room. And if he moved in, he wouldn't have to worry about sneaking in anymore or paying rent. I mean he's already paying your rent, so it's practically his place too!

But Jebediah isn't desperate enough to take that step yet. Living in your attic would be pretty much one of the creepiest things he could do, and he is very aware of that. So, he refrains. For now.

Trait: Image-Conscious

As you've probably grasped, Jebediah is very aware and concerned with what his darling thinks of him.

He doesn't show it. He's a very confident person besides matters relating to you and doesn't really care what people think of him. He's satisfied with his intelligence and looks.

However, with you, it's different. He's obsessed with officially meeting you in the most perfect way possible. He wants to make the best impression, so you immediately like him. As such, he's compiling all your likes and dislikes. He's not the kind to change himself for a darling, but he will try to emphasize the likable aspects of himself as much as possible and minimize any flaws he has.

His car, living conditions, and general economic status are all a source of shame for him. In a way, he's very delusional about this. It doesn't matter to him if you are also broke, he's obsessed with the idea of being the ideal man and in his mind, that means he has to have money.

Jebediah knows he could make a lot of money with a job as an electrical engineer, but the thought of leaving you alone, the thought of you meeting someone else makes such a career impossible.

Jealousy Level (6/10)

Jebediah has never been the jealous type. He's had a few partners in the past, but they were never anything more serious than a few dates and a kiss or two. It wasn't that he didn't have people interested in him, he just lacked much of an interest in romance. Until you.

Most yanderes are jealous to a point, and Jebediah is no different.

However, as a lucid yandere, Jebediah isn't fully blinded by jealousy. He is able to recognize who is a threat to your relationship and who isn't. As such, the times he'll act on jealousy are when he actually thinks the man stands a shot. Or when he's feeling insecure. Then his emotions get the best of him, and he'll act irrationally.

Jebediah doesn't mind when you hang out with your friends. He's' glad you have friends that care about you and he enjoys seeing you have fun. Naturally, he'd prefer if you hung out with him, but you haven't met him yet, so he understands that. If they're bad friends however, that's another story.

If a man talks to you, he won't lose his mind and throw him off a cliff. But if a man were to start showing interest in you, much less consider asking you out - then he'd definitely get involved.

Violence Level (6/10)

Take George for instance. He was interested in you, but never had the courage to ask you on a date. George was an average guy with average looks and average intelligence and an average amount of money. Jebediah knew that you'd never date George and that George would never ask you out. So, Jebediah just taught him a lesson and went on his way.

However, Jessie, the egotistical 'playboy' of the friend group who asked you out for coffee - yeah, he needed to die. So, he dragged him behind his car for a mile. He's a careful man of course, so he picked a forest service road where no one would hear him scream.

Everyone say thank you to @22yroldicon for Jebediah's name!

This ended up being really long but oh well what can you do

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #broke yandere #yandere imagines #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere profile #yandere blog #oc x reader #yandere #stalker #possessive

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flyingwargle · 4 months ago

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flufftober day 24: comfort food

people often wonder how the twins communicate with each other when one is deaf and the other is blind. the answer is simple - texting.

atsumu is puzzling out algebra equations when he feels his phone vibrate and sees the screen light up. he swipes it closer to peer at the message.

worser half hey scrub help me make onigiri

worse half (me) don't you have homework to do?

worser half i finished it haven't you?

worse half (me) help me with algebra and we'll talk

worser half fine

it takes a few minutes before osamu enters the bedroom and takes his seat at the desk beside him. he opens his laptop, and atsumu moves closer until his shoulder touches his, reaching over to turn the screen brightness up. osamu hears this, navigating to the memo pad to type a message for him.

no hearing aids today?

atsumu bats his hands away to type a response. ma is buying more batteries. osamu waits a beat to listen to the screen reader, then replies.

you scrub.

"shaddup." atsumu is often non-verbal without his hearing aids, but he can't resist the urge to swear sometimes. "help me with algebra."

osamu turns in his direction to stick his tongue out, then opens his algebra homework. they're in different classes but the math they learn is the same. atsumu brings his papers closer to scribble notes, verbally asking for clarification when he's confused. osamu keeps the memo pad open to reply, although they're unhelpful responses like i can't explain it by typing lmao or just ask your teacher later.

when he's done, they move downstairs for the kitchen. a large bowl of rice is cooling by the window, several dishes of filling left on the counter. osamu jostles him to wash his hands, then points to the fridge, then knife and cutting board. finish preparin' the fillings, atsumu imagines his brother saying. he opens the fridge, and osamu squeezes past to check on the rice.

there’s already a bowl of tuna mayo with green onion ready, which he places on the counter. he takes the kombu, bonito flakes, and salmon to prepare on the cutting board. osamu is behind him, cooling the rice with a fan and adding rice vinegar. despite their inability to communicate, their movements are synchronized, familiar, a dance born from sense and instinct.

they didn’t have an easy childhood, not when their single, working mother struggled to find the middle ground between her sons' disabilities. osamu was born legally blind, but was able to utilize corrective lenses until his vision loss worsened. atsumu, on the other hand, was born with severe hearing loss, which made communicating during their early years a challenge, since he'd rather play outside than learn jsl. it wasn't until after he received his hearing aids that he started to learn, struck with the realization that his brother's vision would only worsen, whereas he could get by with assistance.

aside from additional lessons to learn their respective accommodative languages - jsl and katenji - they also learned how to help their mom with chores, which included cooking. the first dish she taught them was onigiri because it was easy, and they always had ingredients for fillings. it evolved to become a comfort food in their household, a way to relieve stress or enjoy with each other during the day.

atsumu returns each filling to their respective dish and brings them to his brother. he gently hip checks against him to warn that he’s beside him, and osamu slides the bowl of water between them. using chopsticks to ascertain the order of fillings in front of him, he grabs a handful of rice to start filling them. atsumu follows suit.

they work quickly. atsumu is never as careful with how he molds the rice, whereas osamu cradles each one like it’s a newborn baby. they take turns using the chopsticks to grab filling, take turns grabbing a piece of seaweed to wrap around the rice. soon, their tray is full, with only stray grains of rice left, which atsumu scoops to create a mini onigiri. osamu begins to clean up, and they’re both so occupied with their tasks that neither notice ma’s return.

she enters the kitchen with grocery bags in hand. osamu raises his head to call a greeting, while atsumu catches her eye and signs, “welcome back” one-handed. she smiles, putting everything down to sign back, “i’m home.” from her purse, she fetches a small paper bag with batteries for his hearing aids. atsumu takes them, signs thanks, and hurries upstairs.

he puts his hearing aids back in, switches them on. the silence of the world gradually fills with sound – water from the kitchen faucet, squeaky cupboards opening and closing, ma and osamu’s voices. atsumu joins them again, announcing his return, “ya better not be talkin’ shit ‘bout me.”

“i never stopped talkin’ shit ‘bout ya,” osamu replies, never missing a beat. ma closes the last cupboard while rolling her eyes.

“i like how both o’ ya get along enough ta make onigiri, but nothin’ else.” she’s exasperated but amused, folding the last of her grocery bags. “is this dinner, or a snack?”

“when has onigiri ever been dinner?” osamu turns the sink off and dries his hand with a dishcloth. using his fingers as a guide, he walks around the table to sit in his usual seat, and atsumu takes the other side between them.

“itadakimasu.” with their blessings, they each grab an onigiri to eat. atsumu hums, enthralled by his negitoro onigiri, while osamu is more contemplative, mumbling voice memos to his phone. ma is more appreciative, eyes closed to savor each bite. they must’ve eaten over a hundred onigiri at this table by now, each one even better than the last. atsumu can only imagine how much better they’ll become, especially as his brother continues to improve.

#flyingwargle original #drabble #haikyuu!!#miya twins #miya osamu #miya atsumu #deaf atsumu #blind osamu #resolve #maybe i'll write more drabbles with this au but we'll see #for now deaf atsumu has more drabbles #because blind osamu has a full ass fic #soon tm #flufftober2024

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isbahstudio · 1 year ago

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Backpack Essentials

Here's what I keep in my backpack for un:

🟣 Water Bottle - always stay hydrated.

🟣 Multi-Subject Spiral Notebook - I hate clunky binders. Carrying many notebooks becomes heavy quickly. Multi-subject notebooks were the best in between.

🟣 Yellow Legal Pad - I make review sheets and practice for exams on this.

🟣 Pencil Case - with gel pens, specifically Pilot G2 and Pentel Energel X pens, pastel highlighters, and mechanical pencils.

🟣 Post It Notes & Sticky Notes - to annotate and tab.

🟣 Planner - to plan and schedule deadlines and important reminders.

🟣 Book - a book to read for leisure in breaks.

🟣 Multi-Pocket Folder - one folder to carry it all.

🟣 Girly Pouch - makeup, hygiene, mini skincare, hair accessories, etc.

🟣 Keys & Wallet & Phone & Headphones

🟣 Small lunch or snack

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expulence · 1 year ago

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What you ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻 in your purse as a 𝓛𝓾𝔁𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓮 on the move!!👜👛

These are the things you need to have in your bag in order to take over the world the way you truly want to. Without any further adeu, here they are...❥

1. 𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼:

• Sunglasses

• Small Microfibre Cloth

• Hair Ties

• Compact Mirrors

2. 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 & 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰:

• Lip Balm

• Wet Wipes

• Hand Sanitizer

• Hand Lotion

• Extra Pair of Underwear (store in a waterproof pouch)

• Tissue

• Sanitary Pads/items

• Tinted Moisturizer

• Hair Brush/Comb

• Perfume

• Lint Roller

• Dental Floss Picks

3. 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓼:

• Powerbank

• Earphones/Headsets

• USB Cable

4. 𝓔𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼:

• Safety Pins

• Pepper Spray (check if it's legal where you're from)

• Mini Sewing kit

• Sugar-free Chewing Gum

• Umbrella

• Tuple Tape

5. 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱:

• SPF

• Your Medicine

• A Healthy Snack

• Daily Vitamins

• EPIPEN!! (You know if you need it!!)

6. 𝓝𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼:

• Water Bottle

• Money/Cards

• Identification

• Phone

• Earplugs (Life is surprisingly loud)

7. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻𝔂:

• Pen

• Mechanical Pencil

• A5 or A6 pad of paper

• A6 Brain Dump

• Highlighter Pen

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞...★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿ

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ksmutsociety · 4 months ago

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October Featured Fics | 2024

Hello All! This wonderful selection of fics were submitted for the month of October! If you would like your fic to be featured for next month, you can check how to do so in the FAQ section of our blog! - Happy Reading!

⋆ INSIDE JOB » @seokgyuu → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Lee Seokmin x Fem!Reader → GROUP › SEVENTEEN → SUMMARY › After your flawless job-interview, Seokmin hires you as the newest addition to his company. Just that, once you start, it seems like you’re not who you previously portrayed to be. Instead, he finds himself faced with mini-skirts, push-up bras and gawking co-workers, not to mention your absolute lack of work ethic. Obviously, he needs to fire you! Just that, when he tries to… you simply don’t let him. ─── READ HERE » 3.7K+

⋆ TENSION AND DESIRES » @xomakara → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Yunho x Fem!Reader → GROUP › ATEEZ → SUMMARY › You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other’s feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires… ─── READ HERE » 8.4K+

⋆ HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU » @changbunnies → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Bang Chan x Fem!Reader → GROUP › STRAY KIDS → SUMMARY › You were so excited to see him again– the guy you'd spent your entire summer with, entagled in a fleeting but explosively sweet romance. But the Chris you meet again isn't the one you remember, and now if he wants to win you back he's going to have to prove just how devoted to you he really is. ─── READ HERE » 11.2K+

⋆ MOONLIT MAGIC » @wooahaeproductions → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader → GROUP: SEVENTEEN → SUMMARY: Your boyfriend just wants to help relieve some stress... ─── READ HERE » 1.1K+

⋆ RISQUE BUSINESS » @yoonia → SPICE-O-METER › N/A → PAIRING › Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader → GROUP › BTS → SUMMARY › Business and pleasure never mix well. Not until he came into the picture while bringing trouble. He makes you break your own rules, and he loves breaking you apart into pieces, only to make you whole again with his sinful touch. ─── READ HERE » 7.9K+

⋆ RESONANCE » @outofconcheol → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader → GROUP › STRAY KIDS → SUMMARY › Perfection - an idea that’s been drilled into you from birth. As the sole heir to the empire known as Miroh Labs, you’ve watched technology and tradition collide. However, your family’s latest venture is one that puts your own fate in limbo – ambitiously arranging a marriage to an android of their creation, known as C.H.A.N.G.B.I.N. Grappling with the idea of marrying a machine, you come to realize Changbin is more than a set of intricate codes – the profound depths of his abilities are capable of changing the fabric of society, and you, forever. ─── READ HERE » 12K+

⋆ THE UNION OF BACCHUS » @hobeemin → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Xu Minghao x Fem!OC → GROUP › SEVENTEEN → SUMMARY › As the god of wine, you’d think he’d be just as lively. but no, this enigma of an immortal always kept others guessing. that is until he met her. she was more than he anticipated–mortal or otherwise. somehow, she put him under a spell. had he found his equal? ─── READ HERE » 11.3K+

⋆ LEGAL BRIEFS » @beomcoups → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Dokyeom x Fem!Reader → GROUP › SEVENTEEN → SUMMARY › Dokyeom is stressed out over his case, and you use your brain in more ways than one to help him relax. ─── READ HERE » 2.1K+

⋆ ENDPOINT » @highvern → SPICE-O-METER › 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ → PAIRING › Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader → GROUP › SEVENTEEN → SUMMARY › Senior year of college is meant to be full of celebration and smooth sailing. Years of work culminating in the final semesters that will send you off into the real world where clubs, sports, and weekends packed with hungover volunteering to pad your resume no longer mattered. It’d be a piece of cake if it wasn’t for your fuck buddy turned coworker having the same plan. But only one of you can get the department’s most coveted recommendation that all but guarantees your acceptance. Tension rises and the nearly four year thing you’ve had with Wonwoo approaches its endpoint. ─── READ HERE » 19.5K+

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choicesmc · 1 year ago

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Fiona is a legal pad guy. (Really, he's a mini-whiteboard guy but that is not as normal in the legal field so legal pad it is 😭)

#fiona lightwood #tiny tidbits

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ostolero · 1 year ago

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finally finished this bundle of mini legal pads I had gotten at the start of COVID and it just struck me it's going to be the 4th anniversary of when I went remote

can't help but think about all the things I lost and the life I had to scrounge together

#caplog 2024 #caplog 2020

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v-tired-queer · 2 years ago

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Pride Fest in my city is one of the biggest events of the year for my friends and I, so there's a lot that we do the day before and the morning before. I finally have a bag I can use for my essentials, so if anyone else has a Pride event coming up this weekend, here's some things you might wanna bring!

❤️ Money--change and cards for food and vendors

🧡 Legal ID if you're 21+ and plan on drinking

💛 Sunscreen--you still need it even on cloudy days! Your skin will think you

💚 It's nice to bring a snack just incase you get hungry

💙 Water is very important to have! Even if it's cold where you are now, you still need to stay hydrated

💜 I, personally, always bring basic necessities: Chapstick, lotion, my mascara and lipstick, mini first aid kit (basically bandaid, alcohol wipes, neosporn, triple antibiotic), pain medication for headaches or what have you, pad/tampon, hand sanitizer

🩵 Sometimes Pride events can be a little overstimulating, so I bring some stress and stim toys with me. I recommend, it's nice to have them on hand

🩷 Pride gear! Bring whatever you feel represents you and/or your community! I bring my flag and wear some pins, my friend does her makeup in her flags colors, my other friend paints her face, her friend does their nails--there's a lot of ways you can do it!

🤍 If you're closeted and going to a pride event, make sure that you have a bag with you. You can safely store anything in there without it being wide open when you get home. I used to do this when I was a teen and just used my school backpack. That being said, make sure someone you trust knows either where you'll be or what general area you'll be in. Safety first!

🩷 If you fall under the trans umbrella please remember to brings things to make you more comfortable later on! Set timers for binding and tucking

🩵 A hand fan or hand warmers, depending on what side of the hemisphere you're on

If y'all can think of anything else, feel free to add more! This is just a basic list of things that might be helpful. Have fun and stay safe, everyone!!

🏳️‍🌈✨️🏳️‍⚧️ Happy Pride! 🏳️‍⚧️✨️🏳️‍🌈

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newmiriamsmysteries · 4 months ago

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"Heartbeat"

((Revisiting an old prompt list))

[November Writing Prompt - Day 1]

“Heartbeat”

It’s hard to explain the effect a Vampire’s bite would have on a person.

For some, it’s the best high you’ve ever been on. A drug in every sense of the word. It can propel you into the stratosphere like any hallucinogenic can. For others, more often than not, it can cause agonizing, debilitating pain. Or it can be much like a snake’s venom to paralyze their prey.

So there I sat, in an interrogation room next to Nathan Walton. Across from us was a young woman, early to mid-twenties probably. She was a very pretty girl with gorgeous green eyes that were glazed over and dreamy. Her blond hair was curled in loose waves over her slim shoulders. She was dressed for a night on the town, most definitely, from her skimpy crop-top down to her six-inch-heels. A tight black mini-skirt left little to the imagination, she seemed like a very conservative type though. I could tell by the black leggings she wore beneath the skirt and the red leather jacket that draped over the back of the chair.

It was November 1st, the day after Halloween. Inwardly, I felt a part of me die. Next to Christmas, Halloween was one of my top favorite holidays. The haunted attractions, the old horror movies that never seem to get tiresome and of course, the parties. The girl before us had gone to a Party the night before. She no doubt met her attacker there.

“Tell us again, Miss Winters,” Nate started, looking down at the yellow legal pad before him. He lightly tapped the eraser of his sharpened number two pencil on the table. “Where did you go last night?”

I sat back in my chair, slouching a bit with my arms crossed beneath my bust. My own leather jacket draped behind me. I wore Max’s wrinkly Marilyn Manson t-shirt that I slept in. My skinny jeans were pulled on over sleep shorts and ended in black and white Converse sneakers.

“I already told you,” She replied, her voice slurring as if she’d had too much to drink.

“We just want to make sure we got all the information down correctly.” Nate said, looking up at her over the rim of his glasses. Always the diplomat, Nate, which is probably why he’s the best homicide detective in the city. “Please answer the question.”

“Can you close the blinds? The sun is giving me a headache.” Miss Winters whined. She put her hand on the side of her neck where a gauze bandage had been placed. “This is so itchy…”

I got up from the table then and crossed over to the blinds, closing them. “Does anyone have a cigarette? I need a cigarette.” She continued.

“Miss Winters,” I said, walking back over the table. I put my hands down on the tabletop, leaning forward to look straight at her. “Can I be honest with you? I am exhausted. We’ve been here all night. You’d be in the drunk tank right now if not for that bite on your neck. Now you know and I know that fake fangs don’t leave hickeys like that. You need to tell us what’s going on. Now.”

“Why are you mean?” She looked back at Nate. “Why is she mean?” She was definitely intoxicated and it wasn’t alcohol or drugs.

Nate took his glasses off and put his thumb and forefinger on either side of the bridge of his nose. “Miss Winters…” He said.

“Alright, alright!” She replied, leaning back in her chair and putting her hands up palm out. “I went to a dive bar on the South Side of town. There’s a dance club there in the basement. It’s one of those ones that you knock on the door and the guy slides the panel aside to see who you are. Real quiet like one of those old speakeasy bars.”

“A speakeasy?” Nate asked, lifting his brows. “It’s 2024, speakeasies went out of style after Prohibition.”

“No, not entirely.” I offered. He looked at me. “There’s one that I know of. It’s called ‘Heartbeat’.”

“Yes! That’s it! That’s the one!” She giggled. “There were a lot of good looking guys there. The long-haired broody type. Goth guys are kind of my weakness.”

“And you know about this how?” Nate asked me. He always was protective of me. Even more than my own brother sometimes. Always making sure my fine sensibilities remain intact in this wide, scary world.

“I’m not the one being interrogated here, can we focus?” I asked, gesturing to the girl before us.

“Are you two married? You act like you’re married.” She observed.

“Anyway…” Nate interrupted. “Who did you meet at ‘Heartbeat’? Think of anyone you can.”

“Well, I went there with Nicole. She said it would be a good time. I met a few nice looking guys. Daniel and Alexander were two of them. They said they were friends, but I didn’t think so. Well, not just friends anyway. More than friends.”

“Go on.” I said as I heard Nate scribbling on his notebook.

“Well, me and Nicole found out they were actually together. Lovers, you know? Which, hey, I’m not here to judge anyone. Love is love and all that. In fact, my brother is starting to date this guy named Ted, he’s really cool and – what was I talking about?”

“Daniel and Alexander.” I said.

“Oh yeah! Right.” She shifted in her seat a little, pawing slightly again at the bandage on her neck. “We danced with them all night. I must have been really gone cause I didn’t even notice that Nicole left. Why does my neck hurt?”

“You didn’t see her leave?” Nate pressed, getting her back on track.

She leaned forward again, elbows on the table. She placed her chin in her palm and looked off to the side. “Daniel, Alexander and me were getting ready to leave the club and I looked for her, but the bartender - this really good-looking guy named ‘Hallowed’ - very edgy - said that she’d gone. I was kind’a ticked off that she ditched me, but I also had two hot goth guys with me so I wasn’t too mad at the time.”

She lay her head in her arms on the table, the high must have been starting to wear off. I looked up at the two-way mirror and gestured for coffee. We were going to need it. “Then what?” Nate asked.

“So, the guys took me back to their place, which I guess wasn’t far. I was drunk so I didn't care. We went up to their apartment and one thing led to another.” She said as the door opened. A police officer brought in a carafe and three cups. I poured some coffee for Miss Winters and myself.

“With both of them?” Nate asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh c’mon Nate. You never dreamed of having hot vampire sex with two female vampires before?” I teased. Nate shot me a warning glare and straightened his collar. I shot the police officer a kind smile as he left with a smirk of his own.

“Yeah, with both of them. Then one bit me… I don’t remember which one it was.” Miss Winters picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip. She made a bitter face and shook her head.

“I just thought it was one of their kinks, you know? But then I blacked out. Next thing I know, I’m being picked up off of the ground in front of ‘Heartbeat’ and I had no clue how I got there.” Her voice trailed off as she stared at the top of the table.

“Hey,�� I said quietly, placing my hand on top of hers. She looked up at me. “You’re going to be fine, alright? I promise. My sister is a counselor, if you need her, I can give you her card, okay?”

Nate watched the exchange then finished writing her statement almost to the letter. Good ol’ fashioned police work in action. The door opened once more and a plain clothes officer walked in.

“Detective Walton, Miss Winters’ boyfriend is here to pick her up. Are we booking her?” He asked, offering me a nod. I waved back.

“No. We don’t have anything.” Walton replied, closing the leather cover of his notebook.

“Tyler’s here?” Her eyes went wide in panic. “You’re not going to tell him what happened are you? You wouldn’t dare!”

“It’s your business, Miss Winters, we just want to find out who or what attacked you.” I said. “But you probably shouldn’t keep it from him for too long. And stay away from ‘Heartbeat’ for a while, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She nodded. She got up and stumbled a bit. The officer helped her put her jacket on over her bare shoulders and escorted her out, leaving me and Nate the room.

“Will she turn into… you know…” He asked, putting two fingers against his neck as if they were fangs.

“I doubt it.” I shrugged, sitting on the top of the table. “I don’t think they would have let her go if they planned to change her. Vampires are picky, they keep the ones they like. Miss Winters may have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Doesn’t vampire creation violate The Accord?” Nate asked as he sat back in his chair. Putting his hands on his head, interlocking his fingers.

“I don’t believe so. As long as it’s consensual, that’s a bit of a gray area though.” I replied, referring to the treaty between Vampires and Humans that was drafted thirty years prior.

“I’ll put a loose watch on her though, just in case.” Nate replied. “Wouldn’t want to risk any Accord violations. That’s all I’d need for a good old suspension.”

“You’d never get suspended, Nate.” I said, hopping down off of the table. “You’re too good at what you do.” I stepped over to my chair and picked up my jacket. Slipping it on over my shoulders, I pulled my brunette hair from beneath the collar, letting it fall half-way down my back.

“Where are you going?” He asked me.

“Home.” I replied, taking my keys out of my pocket. “I have a date with the inside of my eyelids. I don’t think our vampire pals will be too active anyway. I’ll check them out tonight though.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” He warned, taking a drink of his coffee.

“I love you, too.” I teased. “Send Rachel and the kids my love. If I find out anything, I’ll call.” I started to leave.

“Miriam,” He began, I turned and looked at him as I held the doorknob in my hand. “Don’t go visit Archer without me.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that vampires know how to use cell phones then, huh?” I joked. “I’ll be fine. I can call Archer while I make dinner for me and Max.”

“His apartment building getting fumigated again?”

“My couch is his couch.” I shrugged. “Good night, Nate.” I pulled the door open and stepped out, leaving the Detective and the Police station behind.

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