#hello i am elias

[bitter-goodbyes]

“Your will is still your own. Mostly.”

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Chapter Update!

Ship: Aurora Winn/Elias Leroux

Rating: M

this chapter focus heavily on the stalking!

Total word count (so far): 3,231

One must know their prey, before they can kill it

elias is mine, rory belongs to @thedeafprophet !

[several-ravens]

breekon and hope are ICONS

[noirscript]

call intercept

pairing: yandere!hacker x agent!reader

warning/s: yandere | obsessive behavior | manipulation | stalking | hacking | possessive behavior | implied kidnapping | isolation

note: i miss writing something for yandere hotline.

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The office is nearly empty at this hour. Only a handful of agents work the late-night shift, and most of them are stationed in separate rooms. Fewer employees mean fewer distractions, and fewer distractions mean higher pay. It’s the trade-off for working at 2 AM, for willingly isolating yourself in a job where disappearances are just another workplace hazard. But the money is good—too good to pass up. And so, you endure.

“And that’s why you’re the only one for me, darling! You get it, right?”

You force a bright laugh, leaning back in your chair as you twirl a pen between your fingers. “Of course, of course. You’re very… devoted.”

The caller on the other end giggles, their voice laced with exaggerated glee. “Right? Ugh, I wish I could just scoop you up and keep you forever!”

Fake.

Like so many others, their words lack the weight of true obsession. You’ve handled enough calls to tell the difference. The ones who call the Yandere Hotline for fun—playing pretend, enjoying the fantasy—are harmless. It’s the real ones you should fear. But, strangely, you never seem to get those.

“Unfortunately, our time is up,” you say, glancing at the timer on your screen. “Thank you for calling.”

“Aww, already? Well, I’ll call again soon, my love! Mwah!”

The line goes dead. You exhale, rolling your shoulders as the weight of another empty interaction slips off of you. The pay is good, but the work is draining. Playing the role of someone’s darling for hours on end wears at you in ways you don’t want to acknowledge. It’s why you’ve been looking for a way out.

You minimize the call interface and pull up the job listings you were browsing earlier. Nothing great. Mostly low-paying positions that won’t cover your expenses. Still, anything is better than this place. The way management ignores the disappearances. The way you feel eyes on you even when you’re alone. The way—

Your headset beeps. A new call. No caller ID.

Your stomach tightens.

You hesitate for just a second before answering. “Hello, and thank you for calling the Yandere Hotline. Who am I speaking with today?”

Silence.

Then, a soft sigh crackles through the line. “You’re still here.”

The voice sends an odd shiver through you. Familiar. Low, smooth, and intimate in a way that makes your skin prickle. You shift in your chair, eyes flickering toward the CCTV camera in the corner. The red light glows steadily, watching.

“I thought you’d be gone by now,” the caller continues, voice lined with something almost… relieved. “I saw what you were searching for.”

Your breath stills. The job listings. The open tabs on your screen.

He knows.

“I—I don’t know what you mean.”

A soft chuckle, almost sad. “Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me.”

Your fingers tremble over the keyboard. There’s no flagging system, no way to report calls. The company doesn’t care what happens to you, as long as you keep answering. The only way out is to leave, but even that feels impossible now.

“I get it, you know,” the caller—no, Elias—continues. His voice is so gentle, so coaxing, like he’s trying to soothe a frightened animal. “You need money. You need stability. I understand. That’s why I’ve been helping.”

You swallow hard. “Helping?”

“I’ve been keeping you safe,” Elias murmurs. “Blocking the real ones. Letting the fakes through. They can pretend all they want, but they’re harmless. I made sure of that. I made sure you only had to deal with the easy ones.”

Your heart pounds. The rerouted calls. The strange drop-offs. The fact that you never—never—get the ones who are truly dangerous. It all makes sense now.

“How?” you whisper.

“I have access to the system,” Elias admits. “I wasn’t going to interfere at first. I was going to take down this whole disgusting place. But then… I heard you.”

His breathing stutters, as if just remembering that moment is too much. “I found you.”

Your mouth goes dry. He’s been there all along. Watching from the other side of the line. Pulling strings. Keeping you in a controlled bubble, away from those who would actually take you.

And now, you’re trying to leave it.

“I tried to be good,” he says, voice shaking. “I thought I could just listen. Protect you from afar. But you’re slipping away from me.”

A pause. A raw, desperate inhale.

“Please don’t leave.”

His voice is barely above a whisper now, reverent, pleading. “You don’t understand what it’s like for me. Knowing you’re there, but not being able to reach you. Not being able to hold you. I can’t—” He cuts off, his breath coming ragged. “I don’t want to do anything extreme. But if you go… if you disappear from me, I won’t have a choice.”

Your fingers curl into a fist. “You wouldn’t.”

Silence.

Then, so soft you almost miss it—

“Try me.”

A sharp shiver races down your spine. You glance toward the CCTV camera again, half-expecting something—someone—to be standing beneath it. But there’s nothing. Just the blinking red light.

Elias exhales shakily. “Say my name again.”

You hadn’t even realized you said it. But now, the air between you feels heavier, thick with something suffocating.

The line crackles.

“I could make it so no one else gets to hear you.”

The line hisses, the static thickening like something alive, slithering into your ears. The light on the CCTV flickers once. Twice.

Then, for the first time, it turns off.

And the screen of your computer—your only tether to the outside world—goes black.

A new message appears.

LOOK BEHIND YOU.

The office lights flicker—then cut out entirely.

The room plunges into darkness, the only glow coming from your now-useless monitor. Your breath catches, ears straining for any sound beyond the hum of the dead air.

A faint creak.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise.

Shadows shift against the dim glow of your screen. There shouldn't be anyone here. You're the only one working this late—

Then, the dim reflection on your blacked-out monitor shifts.

A shape. A figure standing just behind your chair.

A breath, so close it skims your ear.

And then, a whisper.

"I told you not to leave me."

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My Own Galatea- Crybaby x Top Male Reader

cw; (C/n) is Code name, manipulation, abuse, unethical science, dehumanization, Crybaby is @yanderefarm's character

You were probably too young to be involved in such an experiment, not even proper college age nor finished with your classes. But, you were very advanced in your studies, you were still top of your classes despite moving up several grades when you were younger, and they were getting desperate. You remember sitting in the meeting, this company had really only planned to discuss simple matters as a way of showing you how you were expected to interact once you finished school and they actually hired you. They got caught up in more urgent matters and forgot you bore witness to their panic and desperation until you raised a hand to silence the room and flatly announced.

"I have the darling gene... I could probably further his infection. He'd listen to me, I promise" They weren't happy about it, but they were truly desperate, so you were hired.

You first met him in the facility's basement, he was in a large glass room, a small hole cut into the bullet-proof glass to keep you safe when talking with him. You had several psychology classes and so you felt confident in your scheme to make him obedient.

"Hello" You spoke softly and he turned to you, clearly upset, "It's nice to meet you. Do you have a name?"

He glared at you for a bit before walking towards the hole in the glass and quietly grumbling, "I do... A real one..."

You smiled at him, he was only a year or two younger than you, but you would have to treat him more like a child until he knew you were safe. You approached him, ensuring you looked as confident as you felt, you weren't scared of him and he had no need to fear you yet.

"Give me your name, then. We can't be friends unless you tell me at least that much" Your words were laced with honey, he eyed your sweet smile with suspicion and you watched his eyes shift. He was coming around to the idea.

"Elias... I think... no, I am right... I am named Elias..." Even just at the confusion of his name, his eyes were round and damp. You held back the tug of a grin to give him a gentle smile instead.

"You can call me (Y/n). Elias is a beautiful name. It suits you" He looked at you with awe now, like it was the first compliment he'd ever heard, "You know, the people here call me (C/n), isn't that a funny name? Do they call you something like that?"

"Yes. Crybaby... I don't like it" He'd looked so adorable, crouched on the other side of the glass, confessing his thoughts like deep secrets, and watching you with those wet eyes.

You had been completely correct in your assumption that you could further his infection, when you next saw him, his irises were clear heart shapes and he hopped up to greet you at the glass.

"Good morning, Elias~ You seem energetic" You mused as he fidgeted a bit and nodded. "I'd like to play a game today, if you're up for it"

"A game?" He was clearly wary, surely experiments had been done to him in the form of 'games' previously, but he had to trust you.

"It's like simon says. Do you know that game?" he shook his head slowly, "Well, I'm going to tell you to do things, but I only want you to listen when I call you Crybaby, Ok?"

"Why?" He whined

"Because, It'll be fun. Friends play games all the time and we're friends now! We'll start easy; Crybaby, sit down," He sat with little hesitancy, "Very good. Stand up, Crybaby," He stood, "Elias, please come closer"

He walked toward you and you made quite a show of disappointment, causing him to scramble back into place and apologize, already welling up with tears.

"No, no, it's ok. You forgot the rules. Like I said, we're starting easy so it's not a big issue. Crybaby, come here" He hesitated before scrambling to the glass window, tears streaming down his face already.

The games continued each day, once he was good at listening as crybaby, you started referring to Crybaby and Elias as different people, even giving them rules.

"Crybaby doesn't know my name, you only know me as (C/n), right? You pet his head, watching him nod along to your words. "Who am I?"

"(Y)- no... (C/n)..."

"Good boy, you're really learning. I'm sure Elias would be proud of you as well, Crybaby"

You also had begun entering his cell, he adored when you did and would cling to you until you demanded he stop. With becoming so close to him, you also had to begin enforcing all of your rules more strictly.

"(Y/n) I don't kno-" He crumpled to the floor the moment you hand landed on his cheek.

"That's not what you call me, is it, Crybaby?" You sneered as he cradled his cheek and began to tear up again.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'msorry- mhhn, Please don't be mad! (C/n), sir, please!" You placed a hand over his own, silencing him.

"I know you didn't mean it, but we can't have you being bad, can we? No, Crybaby, you have to be a good boy and listen to me. Now, you remember where it is, mark the artery I told you to."

He shakily got up and made an x on the mannequin's neck, precisely where you told him to.

"Good boy" you smiled a bit, " We'll have to work on your crying. as much as your name is apt, no one will like you crying so much when you start to actually work..."

There will be more of this fic but I am stuck.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt 7

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

A/N: okay after a long while, here we have an update! huge shoutout for @olesyaexperience for the lovely message she left me for this series. i hope you enjoy this!!

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2010, Winter break

If anyone asks, Y/N was not waiting on Sebastian's call.

She definitely was not checking her phone every five minutes to see if Sebastian left a message or anything. In her defense, she was just a bit worried that Sebastian must have been upset with her not being around. This championship is a big thing and a once in a lifetime achievement so she should have forced herself to celebrate yesterday with the team. With their abrupt leaving yesterday, she fed the media with the narrative that Webbers are crybaby and can't accept that Vettel won.

But she might have given herself away when she picked up the phone without it going on a single ring.

"Whoa its like you were waiting for me to call" Sebastian's teasing voice greeted her.

"Well hello there Mr. World Champion" Y/N replied back "Seems like you've been busy"

Sebastian chuckles at the other end and Y/N could just picture that smile on his face right now.

"Not too busy, just chilling around" Sebastian shrugs.

Y/N wraps her jacket closer to her body. It was snowing today in Australia, a big contrast to the tropical weather of Abu Dhabi. She finds herself thinking if Sebastian is inside his hotel room and taking a break from all the media duties.

"How are you feeling champ?"

"Amazing. Unreal. Phenomenal. High" Sebastian enumerates.

She was brimming with joy for Sebastian. It was really a well-deserved win. She wished that she could be there for Sebastian but her health is really taking a toll on her.

"You don't have to worry"Sebastian reassures "I'll win the championship again next year and you could celebrate with me then"

"Really? You are that confident?"

"Of course especially when you are smiling wildly like that"Sebastian teased.

"You got that I'm smiling from hearing my voice?" Y/N confusedly asked.

"Look out your window"

There was no way that Sebastian would be traveling all the way to Australia just to see her. However, there was the german driver standing with a grin on his face. Y/N didn't waste any more time and ran down to hug the world champion.

"You're fucking crazy Seb" Y/N exclaimed before hugging him.

They could feel both of their hearts pounding as they exchanged gleeful chuckles with each other.

"Only for you Y/N" Sebastian whispers "Only for you"

And Y/N swears her heart just went faster.

2011, Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit

It was a different feeling walking back to the paddock and having so many people cheer your name. For Sebastian, being the current world champion, has instantly given him a boost of fans especially among the young boys, who wanted to be a world champion just like him.

He never felt intimidated by the kids but with the way that this blonde kid has been making his way to him, Sebastian would like to rethink his decision that kids aren't scary.

"You are Sebastian Vettel right?" the blonde-haired kid asked.

The kid was dressed in a casual way without any team merchandise or branding with him. He looked pretty serious looking for a kid of his age and Sebastian swears he seen this look before. He cautiously looked at the paddock passes that hung around the child's neck, Mick Schumacher.

"I am Sebastian" Sebastian straightens himself up.

"I have heard a lot of things about you from Y/N" Mick said "I need to talk to you privately about her"

Sebastian could only nod as he led the young Schumacher to his driver's room. He honestly didn't think that he would be following a young kid's orders but here he is.

"What do you wanna talk about?"Sebastian started to ask

"I heard you went to her over the christmas break that's why she couldn't join us to go for skiing" Mick paced the room "And I heard you also took her to Monaco for her birthday"

The way Mick looked at Sebastian, he honestly doubt if Mick is actually a Michael Schumacher in disguise.

"And so what's your deal with her?"Mick crossed his arms "Do you like her?"

"What? How can you possibly say that, that's cra-"

"You do things for Y/N that my Papa does to my Mama"Mick said

His face was heating up by the ambush questioning of Mick and he felt himself sweating with the pressure building up. Sebastian already knew of his feelings from long ago but he couldn't understand why he doesn't have the guts to admit it.

"Well, I'm waiting here"Mick was an impatient kid "Do you like her or not?"

"I like her" Sebastian mumbles as if its a secret he only wanted to shared with himself.

"What? I can't hear you"

"Fine, I like her. I like Y/N" Sebastian admits louder.

It was the first time that Sebastian saw a small smile appear on Mick's face. He felt like his shoulders relaxed a bit while the young boy sits on one of the couches.

"So if you like her then why don't you make a move on her?"

Sebastian was stumped by the boy's question. Why doesn't he make a move on her?

"Well its complicated Mick and its not easy because I might lose a friend" Sebastian argues "It's not that I don't want to make a move on her but I don't want to put her in a difficult position"

"But isn't this also difficult for the two of you? Pretending you two are friends when you two are so much more"Mick had a good point.

He scratches his head. He actually had a plan long ago about confessing to Y/N when he becomes world champion but its been months after he became a world champion but he has no where near a game plan of how to confess to Y/N.

"You adults are so complicated, no wonder Mama doesn't want me to grow up"Mick complains.

"You won't get it, its too complicated and dangerous"

"You drive fast cars for a living and you say that telling a girl that you like how you feel is dangerous" Mick pouts.

Sebastian could only laugh how smart Mick was. He cannot believe that a young boy is telling him what to do with his love life.

"I only came here for one thing and that's for you to make a promise to have good intentions with Y/N"Mick added "Y/N is one of the best person out there and she takes care of me and my sister when our parents are not around"

There was a clear adoration in Mick's eyes and Sebastian felt himself warm up to how Mick is here because he is looking out for Y/N. He gave him a small pat in the back.

"Don't worry about it, I got her"

"Promise me that you won't hurt her okay? Even if it takes time for you to say your feelings"Mick reiterated.

"I promise Mick"Sebastian chuckles.

The little boy felt comforted by Sebastian's words and soon enough the two were engaging about a topic on motorsports. It turns out that having a great adoration for Y/N isn't their only shared interest. As they were heading out of the Red Bull motorhome, they encountered a very stressed out Y/N.

"Ohmygod Mick, we have been looking everywhere for you" Y/N worriedly states "Your Papa and Mama has been worried sick"

"I only went to have a chat with Seb"Mick grins.

Y/N looked at Sebastian suspiciously as if trying to figure out what the two talk about.

"Should I be worried?"

"You shouldn't stress about it"Sebastian assures "C'mon lets get little Schumi back to Michael"

The walk back to the Mercedes motorhome was how Mick held on both Sebastian and Y/N's hands. The three were giggling with each other while the cameras capture them. If there were new fans on the grid then they would have thought that they are a family walking at the paddock.

Somehow this thought couldn't leave Sebastian's head.

2011, Sepang International Circuit

Sebastian's dominance for the season is being affirmed with his second win for the current season. Y/N understands how this puts a lot of pressure on Mark especially when he feels frustrated that they have the same car but they are performing differently.

Usually, Y/N would congratulate Mark with a stellar drive because he went from P10 to P4 but her older brother is having a tantrum.

"I'm not doing well so save your congratulations for when I win a Grand Prix" Mark was furious with his words.

"Can you be a good sport and just for a second think rationally before speaking"Y/N pleaded.

"I don't give a crap about this" Mark replied "I am here to win and not be Mr. Congeniality"

Y/N slammed the door shut so no one could overhear them talking. With the way their voices are raised right now, Y/N's main goal was not to let the media get a whiff of this whole conversation.

"Seriously Mark, this isn't you... What is happening to you"Y/N asked.

"I'm actually done playing nice one with Sebastian and I'm focused on how to beat him this season" Mark stated "I don't care if he is your friend but on track he is a different person and I'll start acting like that"

"Mark, this isn't good for you"

"Just shut it Y/N if you're not going to help me win" Mark's words were cold.

And he left Y/N with her devices. Y/N couldn't believe that Mark could say such words but she attributes it to the pressure that must have been building up at his side of the garage. She just brushes it off as a bad weekend attitude from Mark.

2011, Silverstone circuit

Webber made the second driver again.

Mark Webber must have thought that he can secure a win for this weekend with his pole position advantage. However as the race began, Sebastian Vettel, his teammate and current world champion, has received a better start. Vettel was quick to surpass his teammate and hold a comfortable distance between them. Webber was able to retake the lead when Vettel had a pitstop but his victory was only shortlived after Webber suffers a horrendous pitstop.

By the end of the race, the controversial radio of Red Bull telling Webber to retain his position behind Sebastian. But Webber disobeyed the orders and continues to fight for Sebastian at the very end. Unfortunately for the Australian driver, Sebastian Vettel stays ahead claiming P2 and him in P3. Well its not bad for a second driver, atleast you are still in the podium Mark.

Webber and Button reunited in McLaren.

Y/N Webber and Jenson Button are spotted leaving the Silverstone Circuit last Sunday. Eagle-eyed fans spotted how they went straight to the McLaren Technology Center. It is quite funny because as one may recall it, Y/N Webber is technically a Red Bull employee as Mark's personal assistant. So what is she doing winding up in the enemy's territory?

2011, Nürburgring

Sebastian would like to think that this is all just an elaborate prank and that Y/N transferring to McLaren is just a joke. However, as race week start to approach and he sees how Y/N is wearing a McLaren team merchandise, Sebastian was out of focus.

He immediately seeks out his teammate because how could he have let Y/N go to other teams.

"Mark, what the fuck is going on with Y/N?" Sebastian barged in "I just saw her entering McLaren"

"What do you think it looks like?" Mark scoffed.

There is no way that Y/N would have been supporting McLaren unless she wasn't actually supporting McLaren.

"You fucking fired her?"

It was the only logical explanation available for Sebastian. Y/N got fired by Mark and Y/N had to find another job to sustain herself. Sebastian already know that McLaren has been trying to poach Y/N since Jenson moved there but he was always confident that Y/N would only switch if Mark fired her.

"I have to"Mark confirms "She is a distraction for me and a liability"

"A liability? A distraction?" Sebastian was bewildered.

"Yes because as long as she is here then I cannot fight you for the championship because I'm thinking how my personal relationship is at stake if I fight you"Mark was placing the blame on Y/N "But I want to fucking win"

Sebastian was beyond speechless. He have seen how much Y/N has tried her best to seperate their friendship and her family relationship especially during the championship. He felt so angry because all Y/N has been doing for the past few years has been to support Mark. But Mark has a too big of an ego to see that.

"You better watch yourself because I'm going to run you to the wall" Sebastian promised.

There was a certain anger in Sebastian's eyes because he felt like he would be driving with a personal vendetta for the next few races. Y/N has been so wronged by her brother and Sebastian promises that he will make it much more difficult for Mark.

"Is that a threat Vettel?"

"You bet it is"

[lukemfhughes]

At the lake house

Luke Hughes x reader

note: I AM BACK. Hello darlings, long time since i have been here and now its my time to drop this out of my drafts! If liked i will write part 2!

Summary: y/n is brought to the lake house first time after becoming friends with the umich (100 &101) boys and one of the boys seem to be more interesting than others...

wc: 800

"I'm excited!" You exclaimed to the boys while sitting on the front seat of Lukes car. "that is nice, hope you will enjoy the summer here" Luke smiled slightly to you.

You had been starting your soph year in Michigan after transferring from Nebraska when you had met the boys. You were so lucky to find friends like them because transferring was scary for you. You had been playing volleyball in Nebraska but not getting playtime started annoying you way too much and made the best decision for yourself. You met the boys in frat party when some football guy was trying to harass you.

"umm can you stop" you tried to wiggle away of the guys grasp. "come on doll, lets have some fun" he grinned at you. Suddenly he was pulled off of you and thrown to the floor. Four boys were standing around him. You looked at them with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" a boy with curly hair asked you. His concerned face filled your vision while you heard the other boys carrying the football guy away. "i am, thanks to you guys" you answered and looked at your feet before looking back up at the boy. "good. I'm Luke, luke Hughes." He said and stuck his hand out. "I'm y/n y/l/n, are you an athlete?" You asked and shook his hand. "I am, i play hockey at umich." He smiled widely. "Wow, i play volleyball at umich." You smiled back at him. The other boys came back in. "y/n these are ethan, mark and dylan, they're my teammates. Boys this is y/n" Luke introduced.

Thats how you met the boys back then. Now you were arriving to the Hughes brothers lake house with them for the first time ever. You had heard a lot stories from summers before this one. The car pulled up to the lake house and holy shit it was big you thought. You got out of the car and went to get your bags but saw luke and ethan carrying them already. you smiled to them and mouthed small 'thanks'.

You entered the house behind luke and the view to the lake was calming. "the others must be out at the lake" Luke said while jogging up the stairs with you trailing behind. Luke showed you your room for the summer. It was cute, small but cute. clock was about 8pm and the other boys who were at the lake finally returned.

"y/n this my brothers Jack and Quinn. And those are their friends trevor, cole alex and elias." Luke introduced and you were reciving bunch of small hi's from all of them. You regonized them all. From instagram and when watching NHL with the boys. "well lets go down to the firepit" Quinn said and grabbed couple cans of beer from the fridge. everyone did so also and headed out to the firepit. Mark and Dylan started beer pong game againts alex and trevor. You sat down between ethan and jack.

"So y/n how did you meet these douchebags?" Jack asked you. "well we met at umich and just kinda bonded well i guess." You answered and smiled slightly. "Right right, do you play some sport there?" He asked. "yes i do, i play volleyball. i transferred from nebraska after my freshman year there." You said "Wow thats nice, have you liked Michigan?" He continued. "Yes! I have loved it. I have to ask but are you the 'I didn't know there was a city in New Jersey' guy?" You asked and chuckled. His eyes widened and he blushed. "Umm if i say no do you belive me?" He mumbeled. You just laughed at him. Jack had noticed his little brother staring at them from distance. "So you and my brother?" Jack asked. The beer from your mouth was spit out of your nose and mouth. "What?" you coughed. "Aren't you two a thing or?" Jack continued and you shook your head as no. "sometimes you just act like it." Ethan jumped into the converstation. "I don't know what are you talking bout" you said and left to get more drink. You heard the boys laugh after you.

You closed the fridge and found Luke standing behind the door. "Holy shit luke!" you screamed. He just smugly smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You hugged him back. "so you and jack seemed to get along huh?" he asked you. "We were just chatting a bit you know trying to get along with the others too" you answered while pulling away. "okay okay that's good if you don't forget me tho" he mumbeled quietly. you chuckled at him. "I could never forget you Lukey" You smiled and ran your fingers trough his hair.

Part 2????

[anastasia-selwyn]

i'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart !

Hello, my name is Anastasia Lynx Selwyn. Yes, you heard correctly, Selwyn. I am the only daughter born after centuries of sons, the pride and joy of our pureblood line. Pureblood royalty, if you please.

I am currently fifteen years old, and in my fifth year at Hogwarts as a Slytherin student, a prefect for my house as well.

My friends call me Annie, but if I do not like you or if we aren't even close to being acquaintances, do not refer to me as such or you will be hexed into the next century. It's Anastasia for the rest of you.

Fellow SLYTHERINS

@vidiadelafairy - vidia carrington, my best girl <3

@vszabini - valentina zabini, best roommate and best friend ever <3

@antoniadolohov - antonia dolohov, my sweetheart!!

@the-queen-bellatrix - bellatrix black

@andromedashoax - andromeda black

@flowers-of-narcissus - narcissa black

@whokilledevanrosier - evan rosier

@pandoras-nox - pandora rosier, my darling girl <3

@lucius-malfoy-back - lucius malfoy, bestie!!

@little-king-official - regulus black

@severusprince-snape - severus snape

@cas-not-the-band - dorcas meadowes

@averykissableguy - edmund avery

@fire-allayer - bruce mulciber

@aelius-with-a-quill - aelius fawly

@thathojamie - jamie min-ho, my amazing best friend!

@rodolphus-le-strange - rodolphus lestrange

@daughter-of-spring - persephone lylia

GRYFFINDORS

@flyasaphoenix - phoenix harvey, the love of my life ❤️ my life, my world, my everything!

@james-the-amazing-potter - james potter

@thebr1ghteststar - sirius black

@looneymoonyy - remus lupin

@wormy-loves-ch33se - peter pettigrew

@marls-mckinn0n - marlene mckinnon

@hjonesworld - hestia jones

@mary-mcdeal - mary macdonald

@alicethekindone - alice fortescue

@k1ndest-keeper - frank longbottom

@lilytheginger - lily evans

@mollberryshortcake - molly prewett

@fabian-with-an-f - fabian prewett

@lialovergirl - lia matthews

@gav-the-rockstar - gavin prescott, hurt vidia and i will kill u <3

@xoazalea - azalea anderson

RAVENCLAW

@mystical-magical-me - gilderoy lockhart

@xeno-graphical - xenophillius lovegood

@tjsinclairofficial - theodore sinclair

@emmelineandhervans - emmeline vance

@poison-penmanship - rita skeeter

@camille-laurier - camille laurier

@king-ofthe-crop - kingsley shacklebolt, brother from another mother <3

@kingalexanderthegreat - alexander kemet-ali.

@gabbyjchen - gabriella chen

HUFFLEPUFF

@oxxen--free - olivier hrdina

@sybill-patrica-trelawney - sybill trelawney

@imogenmorningstar - imogen morningstar

@adam-lukas-morningstar - adam morningstar

@magandang-kaluluwa - elias smith

[bitter-goodbyes]

Jon getting drawn in!!!!!!

[leonenjoyer69]

I'M FUCKING SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP, HELLO???? I CALLED IT???? ELIAS REAL AND CANON IN THEORY????? I AM #1 ROBERT LANYON FAN I'M NEVER GETTING OVER THIS, IVE BEEN KNOWING THIS FUCKING MAN, I,,,, I EXPLODE AND DIE. HE,,,, HE,,,, Sage you don't know what you've done to me 💔💔💔💔 /silly

He,,,,, HE,,, IVE BEEN RIGHT. silly little honest and emotional baby that actually cares to get the praise he's wanted all his life, actually cares about putting work into the hobbies he enjoys. He could be vulnerable and cjkdkcldlflkf I explode and cry. I jump around. I crumble to the ground.

[darknessawaits28]

The Day of The Jackal {Alexander Duggan x reader}

Hello, hello, hello my lovies! I'm sorry but I got obsessed with this show and have been watching it multiple times! So, I wanted to give you a mini short story of you and The Jackal together. It may be different from the original plot of the story but same concept. Hope you enjoy. Thank you lovies for all your love and support! Yall are awesome! :3 Smut and violence warning, viewer discretion advised.

After discovering the secrets that Alex kept from you for years, you sank into his chair by his desk. Never in a million years would you suspect your traveling salesman of a husband would have such instrument of destruction. Quickly rising from his chair, you heard your phone buzzing, knowing for a fact it was him.

"Hello?" you whispered cautiously into your phone when you placed it close to your ear.

"Hey honey, I am so sorry that I didn't call you back, there was a slight problem in the job in Munich."

"Oh, okay, are you coming home now?"

"Yes I am my love, hopefully they don't call me back again." "Are you alright?" Alex questioned with worry laced in his voice.

"Y-Yes I-I'm fine...I...just....come home please" You gulped slightly.

Alex furrowed his brows at your response, noticing you gulping and the way you were speaking...something was definitely wrong. "I'll be there shortly, love you."

"Love you too" you said coldly, the word 'love you' not having meaning to you anymore.

A deep sigh escaped your voice as you walked out of his office and down the halls of your expensive Spanish home, wondering how you were going to explain this whole ordeal to your family. You knew how much they did not trust Alex with his comings and goings, but you always brushed them off, saying they were jealous of how much money he made and how you were being treated like royalty. But at this very moment, you feel a tremendous amount of regret for not listening to them sooner.

"Hijo de la gran puta" you murmured underneath your breathe, until you felt something hard against the back of your skull. ((Spanish Translation: Son of a bitch))

"Easy now dear, you're going to turn around slowly for me" A rough voice spoke from behind you.

"O-Okay..." you nodded, slowly turning around, not wanting to upset whoever this man was. When you faced the man, you noticed they were in black out clothing and full of weapons that seemed similar to your husband's.

"There ya go, now, where is the Jackal?"

"Who?"

"Don't play games with me bitch, where is the jackal, the assassin that took out the German politician Manfred Fest and his son Elias."

"I-I seriously don't know who you're talking about?" you gulped, hoping to god that whoever this assassin was, was not your husband.

The man growled in anger and annoyance, using the back of his gun to hit you in the face, instantly causing you to fall onto the floor in pain. "Last chance, where is the Jackal?"

You winced in pain, touching your nose to see that you were bleeding, "And I told you, I don't know!"

"Boss, do we kill this girl, she keeps saying that she doesn't know the jackal?" the man used his radio to contact his partner.

"No Damion, maybe we can use her as bait, he'll come for her" the other man spoke through the radio.

"Alright" Damion smirked as he grabbed you violently by your hair and began to drag you across the hall.

"Ah, stop it, let go!" you pleaded, trying to struggle your way out of his grip.

"I love it when you girls struggle" Damion laughed, releasing you and then roughly picking you up over his shoulder to head downstairs.

"Listen up men, I know the jackal will be arriving soon, I want you all to take your positions in each corner of this house and outside as well." "And I swear to god, if you fuck up, you'll be hearing from the butcher." "Understood!?" the boss yelled to his squad of men.

"Understood sir" the group of men shouted in agreeance to their boss, quickly taking their designated positions around the house and outside.

"Let me go you pendejo!" You slammed your fist onto Damion's back, but stopped when you felt his hand slightly grab your ass. ((Spanish translation: stupid))

"Mm, you got a nice ass, I wonder if the Jackal popped your cherry yet, because you seem so uptight I'm pretty sure you're a virgin still" he huffed, slamming you onto your living room couch and grabbed duct tape from his pack. "Now, you're going to be a good little girl or I will punish you."

"Fuck you!" you spit in his face.

Damion shut his eyes the minute he felt saliva spray his face, "Ugh...you fucking bitch" he growled, wiping his face with his glove and then slapping the living shit out of you. "Next time, I'll slap you harder" he warned you, pushing your face into the couch as he began to tie your hands and legs together.

As you laid there, tears began to overflow your eyes, wishing that Alex would've never met nor married you.

"Aww are you crying, did I hurt you that badly?" Damion mocked you when he pulled you up by your hair.

"Ah....go to hell" you breathed out with pain laced in your voice.

"That's where the Jackal is going" he laughed deviously, grabbing the another piece of tape to cover your mouth. "See you in a few minutes."

The minute Damion disappeared, you tried to wrestle free from the tape that was tied around your hands and legs, but your efforts proved to be in vain.

Meanwhile, Alex continued driving down the road, wondering what was wrong with you. You've never sounded like that in all these years, well, once when he forgot about your birthday, but this was different. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he shifted the gear of his car, going slightly faster. Within seconds, he was pulling up to the house, making sure to shut off the lights to his car to not announce his arrival. Once he put his car in park and shut it off, he slowly turned his head to view the house, noticing that something was off, something that only an army trained man could notice.

Casually grabbing his things, he made sure to have his gun loaded and ready for use in case someone tried to attack him. As silent as he could, he stepped out of his car, and headed inside, making sure to analyze his surroundings. As he finally reached the doors, he opened it, stepping inside and setting his bag down by the chair.

Upon hearing the door open, your eyes widened, quickly struggling to sit up, "Mm, mm!" You tried to shout for Alex.

Alex's ears pricked up at the sound of a muffled voice, his heart beginning to race as he held his gun close to him.

"Mmm mmm!" you cried out, hearing footsteps coming closer.

Alex quickly rushed into the living room, gasping at the sight of you tied up on the couch. "Y/n?" he questioned, quickly dodging a knife that came swinging at him.

"Argh, come on ya bastard!" Damion growled as he tried to stab Alex.

Alex continued to dodge the knife, putting his gun in his pocket and began to punch the man, trying with all his might to get the knife out of his hand.

"You have a sweet girl there, I can't wait to fuck her when we're done killing you" Damion snickered as he struggled to slam the knife into him.

Alex, hearing his disgusting words, brought a seething rage within him, using his legs to kick him in the groin and grab the knife from him. Within an instant, he jabbed the knife into his chest, making sure to jam it deep within so he could feel the intense pain. "Fuck, you" he growled, pushing the man away from him and then rushing to your aid.

"Oh my love, are you okay" he said as he grabbed another knife that he conveniently had in his other pocket and began to cut your restraints.

When he finally pulled off the tape from your mouth, all you could do was burst into tears, "Alex, y-you can't be here...t-they're all over the place...they're going to kill you!" you worriedly spoke, completely forgetting about the fact that you were mad at him about the secrets he kept from you and the amount of weapons he had tucked away in his closet.

"Don't worry about me" he looked deep into your eyes, cupping your cheeks, noticing the bruises and the blood that littered your face. "Did he hurt you?"

"Well, he slapped me around and...hit me with his gun but I'll be okay" you truthfully told him.

"Those bastards" he growled, pulling you into a hug, hoping to calm you down slightly by his embrace. "I need you to do me a favor?" he asked as he pulled away from the hug.

"What?"

"Go into our bedroom, lock the door, and hide in our closet, I'm going to finish them off."

"Wait Alex!" You tugged at his arm.

"I'll be careful okay, go now" he smiled softly, pulling you into a deep kiss and then went about to find those bastards.

An hour had passed, your body shivering in worry and fear about Alex. He went off to fight a literal army out there, there's no possible way he could've survived. Ignoring the fact that he told you to hide in the closet, you opened the doors, trying to see where he was and if he was okay. "Alex?" you whispered, sneaking towards the bedroom door and then opening it up a crack. A loud gasp rang from your lips when you saw him walking down the hall, covered in dirt, blood, and the occasional cuts and bruises.

"Alex!" you shouted his name again, opening the door wide and rushing into his arms.

"Heh, told you I'd be alright" he smiled when you came charging towards him.

"Cabron, you lied to me" you growled, slapping him viciously across the face.

Taken aback by the sudden slap, he narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "What did I lie to you about y/n?" he questioned with confusion.

"You had weapons, cash, and who knows what else hidden in that closet of yours." "And now these men show up at our house, demanding to know where this Jackal guy is, and almost killed me and you." "Who are you really Alex?" "You can't be a traveling salesman or whatever the fuck you claim to be!" you shouted, clearly traumatized by what transpired an hour ago.

Alex sighed angrily at this sudden interest, "You went through my closet?"

"I did....because I thought you and I had no secrets." "But clearly I was wrong." "Who.are.you?" you spoke again with venom laced in your voice.

Alex towered over you like an animal in heat, preparing himself to tell you his true identity. "I'm...I'm an assassin and....kill people for money."

Your heart sank at the sudden information that was laid on you, "Y-You're a what?"

"I kill people for money, is that what you want to fucking hear!" Alex shouted in anger.

You jumped back at his yell, tears overflowing your eyes again as Alex's true self was slowly starting to show. "I-I don't know who you are anymore Alex" you breathed out in fear, turning around and rushing into your bedroom, slamming the door in the process.

Alex rubbed his head in frustration, hating how he snapped at you due to the tremendous amount of stress he was already in. "Y/n please, I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell at you" he spoke from behind the door. "My love please" he spoke again, trying to get you to talk to him. As he grabbed the doorknob, he noticed it was locked, another wave of anger filling him. "Open the door y/n."

"Go away" you shouted at him as you sat in the corner, your knees pulled close to your chest.

"Open....the goddamn door y/n" Alex angrily ordered.

"Mentiroso de mierda!" "Lejate de mi!" ((English translation: You lying sack of shit, get away from me!))

Without warning, Alex kicked the door open, stomping his way in and towards you.

"No, no!" you gasped, covering your face in fear.

Alex quickly grabbed you, picking you up bridal style and then slamming you onto the bed.

"Let go of me!" you screamed, trying to get away from this murderer.

"Stop it, stop!" Alex demanded, grabbing both of your hands and pushing them above your head, his face inches away from your own. "Look at me."

"Why should I look at a murderer?" you growled.

Hurt by your words, he held your wrists with his left and grabbed your face with his right, forcing you to look at him. "Do you know how much I love you?" "How I do this job for you?" "I do this so I could provide for you." "To make your life happy as possible." "I know the struggle you've had before, I know how your family is." "All I wanted to do was to live a life of happiness with you my love" he sighed, pressing his head gently against your own.

Hearing those words brought an ache to your heart. He always had a way with words, but you couldn't give in, not after the secrets he held from you nor the trauma you just endured. "You don't love me."

"I do love you, I love you with all my heart" he breathed out softly, leaning down towards your neck and pressed gentle kisses against it.

"Ah, t-then you'll stop....if you love me you'll stop this and live quietly with me" you pleaded with him.

"Okay, I promise." "I just got one more job, and I will be finished, sound alright to you?"

Hating that he had one more job to complete, you nodded, simply because you wanted to be with your husband and live in peace; not live in a life of fear and having to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life.

A small smile peered across his lips as released your wrists, sitting up slightly to remove his shredded and bloody stained shirt.

"You look hurt, do you want me to get the first aid kit?"

"No."

"But you're bleeding, let me at least get a towel to stop it."

"No" he breathed out more deeply, slowly hovering over you and grasping your cheek. "All I want to do is make love to my wife."

"Alex I don't think this is the right time" you moaned softly when he pulled you into another deep kiss, your body beginning to melt at his touch.

"Y/n" he moaned against your lips, his groin grinding against your pants.

"Alex" you pulled away from the kiss, pushing him back gently to remove your shirt.

As he watched you strip in front of him, he did the same, unbuckling his pants and removing the rest of his bloody stained clothing.

In an instant of passion and love, he slammed his cock within you, letting out a breathe of pleasure against your ear. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, yes, it feels so good Alex" you cried out, wrapping your arms around him.

Alex let out a slight chuckle at how eager you sounded. "Good" he hummed, beginning to move his hips, his cock slamming within you.

"Alex, Alex" You moaned happily, moving your head a bit to devour his lips.

Alex groaned hungrily, devouring your lips as well, his hips having a mind of their own as he fucked you raw and hard. He knew that by the end of this he would have to leave you. It pained him, but he had a job to finish, and he had to see it through to the end.

After all, he was The Jackal.

[gunnrblze]

Hello, am I allowed to ask what type of unconventional (or not common) pet Ghosts would have? Something not like cat or dog if that makes sense.

Of course darling, you can ask anything :)

Assuming they all had the time energy and desire to take care of a non cat/dog animal, here’s what I think the ghosties would choose!

Hesh- as much of a dog dad as he is, I could also see him having a guinea pig for some reason. he kinda looks like one

Logan- hedgehog. idc. he probably liked sonic as a kid so why not, he’d justify

Elias- fish 100%. some breeds you’ve probably never heard of unless you’re also a fish enthusiast (where’d he get these fish? certainly not Petco idk)

Merrick- bird. i think someone made an hc that Merrick would like birds? (or maybe it was another ghost, I don’t really remember), but I think he’d have a little parakeet or something

Keegan- ferret father. enough said

Kick- frog. something exotic enough that people question its legality to own in America lol

Rorke- his unconventional pet is Logan. He’d have a snake of some sorts. Something large and unnecessary

[nerice]

[porkflavoredsoda]

Hello my friend, I hope you can help me just for the sake of my children.🙏🍉🇵🇸

I am Moamen from Gaza, married and father of three children Ayman, waseem and Elias.

I was living in an apartment in Al-Nasr neighbourhood, but now I'm in a tent on the street because of the war and I lost my house. I have been displaced to Deir al-Balah since the beginning of the war and suffering from its ravages, Extremely heat in the day and very cold at night, drowning when the rain falls, I have no income because I was working as Taxi- and there is no car anymore, my children suffer from skin diseases, malnutrition and lack of hygiene.

Please help me rebuild my home and restore use my source of income.🙏🏼🍉

Just contribute to save a child's life

please help them

[meo-eiru]

Hello I am back in your asks to ask for forgiveness from Elias because how dare I, a mere mortal, suggest adding another rival which would steal the spotlight from him? How dare I try to replace him with someone else?? It was wrong of me to even think about someone else.

And so I have also drawn what I think he looked like the moment I sent that ask, please accept this humble gift for I am afraid he will come to my room at 3 am and do something to me.

Joking aside, I adore your work and your ocs!!! P.s Silas no. 1 P.p.s Please don't tell Elias that ^

HE LOOKS SO PRETTY!!!

But I'm sorry he probably won't forgive you after that sin😔 You'll have to deal with his crazed mode for around 3 weeks. I recommend not leaving the house, not messaging with anyone, not talking to anyone on the phone and just spending the whole day cuddling with him. He'll most likely calm down after a while