#Agent “Ghost” Smith

[flowerbarrel-art]

Agent Smith’s had a long day.

(Smith just thinks Dark is yet another kid who escaped from Rocket Daycare that day) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ References and link to the post (I couldn’t find the original post so it’s the one I reblogged)

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Danny makes jokes out of anyone finding out ghosts are real.

But only when it’s done through “accidental summonings”. In all fairness, if he hadn’t become a ghost at 14, he probably would have fuc-messed around with a ouija board too. So he can’t really blame them when the poor unfortunate souls happen to guess the correct phrase.

(And before you ask, it’s the ghostbusters theme song because of course it is.)

Instead of giving his victims summoners a heart attack, he decides to go for a more… Matrix approach. Incorporate a little humor into an otherwise terrifying experience.

Rather than a red pill and a blue pill though, he gives out a bright green glowing pill and piece of candy. He definitely gets annoyed more people don’t go for the candy. Just because it’s clearly the wrong answer doesn’t mean you should miss the opportunity for a delicious snack!

[driveintheaterofthemind]

The Hero Pulps

[808ai]

The Matrix if it were a 90s Anime

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Shady: stop pronouncing the “t” when you speak English. Don’t say “indentify”, say “indenify”.

Sec: uhm, ok? uhm… British. Briish!

Ghost: snorts I know one too! Tattoo!

Sec, Kirby and Ash: laughing

Ghost: Aoo!

The others: either giggling or looking confused/exasperated

Ash: stop that. Sop ha!

Kirby: ok, ok listen. Tweet! Wee!!

Sec: I have a good one! Twenty twenty two! Weny weny wo!

Everyone: almost dies laughing

[xynoford]

You literally just brought all the mentally ill male characters together in the tags

Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Five Famous Book Monsters Drawn: EXACTLY AS DESCRIBED BY AUTHORS!

Many movie adaptations of famous novels change the character and creature designs, some very drastically. Here are five famous monsters or villains that I've rendered with great care toward their original descriptions in their first books. Some aren't what you might expect from the movie versions! Enjoy!

#1- The Exorcist

The Exorcist by Ira Levin features a demon named Pazuzu. In the book, we see a few glimpses of a wicked face and a horribly injured Linda Blair, but in the original novel, Pazuzu is described as a skeletal ghost with a snakelike spinal column that ends in a devil tail. His hands float separately, and his many horns are topped by a hat with a pigeon feather, much like the biblical description of the demon.

#2- Jaws

Jaws by Peter Benchley was much more of a sci-fi novel than the movie based on it. In the original story, the shark had a human-like mind and arms and legs. It was well armed and killed not with its teeth, but its two AK-47s. It is only defeated when the sheriff ties its loose shoelaces together.

#3- The Lord of the Rings

Sauron is described by J.J.R. Tolkien not as the fiery eyeball or armored mammoth seen in Peter Jackson's movies, but rather as a beautiful long haired man in a white robe with chubby cheeks and enormous, pendulous bosoms. Over 30 pages are spent describing the Mounds of Doom, or in Elvish "Orodroobies" and in Sindarin, "Amon Amammaries."

#4- Frankenstein

Mary Shelly's masterpiece is considered the dawn of sci-fi and horror alike, but it's iconic monster looked nothing like Boris Karloff in the text. Rather it was a tentacled half-octopus, half-man, half-dragon that caused madness in anyone who saw it emerge from its home, the lost island of R'lyeh. Note that the name "Frankenstein" is not that of the monster itself, but is the closest a human can come to pronouncing its true name, as recorded by Igor Alhazrad.

#5- The Lorax

It's hard to guess what Roald Dahl pictured just from the descriptions in his novel, but the title monster from his 15-Volume Norwegian language epic "The Lorax" is nothing like you may have seen in the popular CGI erotic film. In the novel, it has orange hair and big eyebrows but is more like a spectral demon with crystal eyes and jagged fangs that bounds through the Norwegian desert on its two massive feet, each of which has one claw. A similar fate met Agent Smith from his novel "The Matrix" who was a big green robot in the book, but is clearly a Hugo Weaving in the movies.

[sammaggs]

1x02 Diefenbaker’s Day Off // 2x08 One Good Man // 2x13 White Men Can’t Jump to Conclusions // 3x01 Burning Down the House | Normalized

due South does a main character re-casting better than any other show on TV, and they do it by playing with television's own accepted meta-narrative.

Recasting a character has a long tradition in television, creating a viewership that knows and understands the storytelling short form at play. As viewers, we realize that sometimes actors aren't available to reprise a role (or simply aren't interested in it anymore); but, for the sake of the story, sometimes the show needs that character to come back. So we lean hard into suspended disbelief and just go with it. After all, the characters in the show accept the parareality of it—why shouldn't we?

Of course, the most famous example of a character recast would be the Dick/Darren disaster on 1960s sitcom Bewitched, when Dick York was unceremoniously replaced by Dick Sargent in the role of Darrin Stephens. ("The Dick Wars" would have gone absolutely insane).

it was... not successful

But they weren't the only ones to do it. Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince, Becky from Roseanne, Daario Naharis from Game of Thrones, Greg Serrano from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (pain, agony)—recasting characters but maintaining the fiction is a storied tradition in TV. New actor, same character; totally normalized.

And shows continue to do it, even today, with a—uh—similar dedication to fucking it up doing it poorly.

why must we be punished like this

due South even engages in this trope itself in season 2, when hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King is recast and they don't even try to find an actress who looks similar. In 1x02 Diefenbaker's Day Off, she's played by brunette Madolyn Smith-Osborne; in 2x08 One Good Man, she's been replaced by blonde Maria Bello, and nobody talks about it.

yeah i'm absolutely the same person, obviously

Everyone diegetically (within the world of the show) is just like, oh yeah, that's hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King. Totally. Only non-diegetically (outside of the world of the show) does the viewer go "No, that's not the same person." Internally, the fiction proceeds as usual.

So what would happen if, say, Samantha Stephens turned to Dick Sargent and said "You're not Darrin," when everyone else in the show continued to treat him as though he was? Or if Jaskier told Geralt that he knows he's not actually Geralt, and everyone treated him like he was delusional?

Or if Fraser, even, had recognized Mackenzie King as someone entirely different, and everyone treated him like he had a hole in his bag of marbles because of it? Of course that's Mackenzie King; even her boss knows it. No, she's never been a brunette. What are you talking about?

And that's exactly what happens in Burning Down the House.

the rays vecchio

Diagetically, everyone else treats Callum Keith Rennie's character as though he is Ray Vecchio. "Oh, good, you found him," says Det. Huey. Elaine, Franchesca, literally everyone else both at the station and outside of it treat Callum Keith Rennie Ray Vecchio as though he is David Marciano Ray Vecchio. They're acting exactly as any other TV character would in the face of a recasting: as though absolutely nothing had happened.

Except for Fraser.

Fraser's specific brand of parareal Canadian plot magic means that he's immune to the recasting blindness; he's acting as an agent of the viewer, voicing our non-diegetic concerns. Fraser is (as he so often is) a character with one foot outside of the narrative. He's just always been like this and he doesn't know why.

oh this man is infuriating and hot, fuck. shit.

And for a character who already thinks he is likely insane (he sees the ghost of his dead father! He communicates with his deaf half-wolf! He is instantly committed to a mental institution upon voicing the actual true story of his life!), this is very extremely distressing. Fraser thinks he's actually lost it this time, because everyone else in due South is acting like a TV character, and Benton Fraser is acting like a viewer.

This is so brilliant on so many levels. They just fully lampshade the damn thing. It allows our protagonist to speak for disgruntled or confused viewers. It engages at a postmodern level with television as a medium with a storied history (and due South is incredibly postmodern; nearly every episode is or contains a reference to another piece of media). It's written from the perspective of someone who loves and is knowledgeable about TV tropes.

And it gives us an entirely new Ray while still maintaining respect and loyalty to the original, something no other straight (lol) recast could ever do.

Genuinely one of the most clever, witty, well-crafted hours of television ever made. I could write essays about so many different parts of it. And I guess I will!!!!!!

It’s Burning Down the House week in our dS Stacked Rewatch!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Ooh! A wonderful interview with Rich Keeble who played Mr. Arnold (the one with the Doctor Who Annual :)) in S2! :)❤

Q: In Good Omens 2 you play Mr. Arnold, who runs the music shop on Whickber Street. Were you a fan of Good Omens before joining the cast, and is it challenging to take on such an iconic story which is already loved by a huge fanbase?

A: “There’s always pressure if you’re working on something with an existing fanbase and people might have an idea already as to how you should be approaching something. To be honest I was aware of the show but I hadn’t actually seen it before I was asked to get involved. I knew it was something special though! I remember talking to Tim Downie [Mr. Brown] about how when you tape for certain things you know if something’s a “good one”. Of course by the time I was on set I’d watched Season 1 and read the book. 

I had an interesting route into the show actually: I was asked at the last minute to read the stage directions at the tableread on Zoom, and Douglas [Mackinnon] the director called me up to discuss pronunciations of the character names etc. To prepare further I quickly watched the first episode on Prime Video, and I was very quickly drawn into it. A couple of hours later I was on a Zoom call with David [Tennant], Michael [Sheen] (with his bleached hair), Neil [Gaiman], Douglas and the whole team, including Suzanne [Smith] and Glenda [Mariani] in casting. After that readthrough I asked my agent to try and see if she could shoehorn me in and she came back with a tape for Mr. Arnold saying “you play the piano don’t you…?” They wanted me to demonstrate my musical playing ability, so I rented a rehearsal studio room in Brixton for an hour and filmed myself playing piano (and drums just in case), then I did my scenes a couple of different ways and I guess it wasn’t too terrible!”

Q: During episode five you mimed to music written by series composer David Arnold alongside a real string quartet – this must have been very immersive! How did it feel to work with David, and bring the ball to life?

A: “I actually didn’t meet David Arnold sadly, but I did work with Catherine Grimes, the music supervisor who is lovely. David was at the London screening but I missed an opportunity to go and say hello to him which I kicked myself about. 

I remember before I was in Scotland there was a bit of uncertainty as to whether I would need to play anything for real or not, so I practised every day playing loads of Bach and other music I thought was era-appropriate just in case they asked me to do anything on the fly. So yes, it was very immersive as you say! They sent me three pieces of music to learn which I practised in my Edinburgh apartment on a portable folding keyboard thing I bought. They introduced me to the string quartet (John, Sarah, Alison and Stephanie) and I tried to hang out with them when I could. On the day we all had earpieces to mime to. I had to mime while listening out for a cue from Nina [Sosanya] from across the room, then deliver my dialogue and carry on playing, which was tricky! The quartet and I helped each other out actually: Douglas would say something like “let’s go from a minute into the second piece of music”, I’d look at the sheet music and whisper “where the hell is that?” and one of the quartet would say “we think that’s bar 90” or something. Here’s a little bit of trivia: the shooting overran and the string quartet couldn’t make the last day, so they found some incredible lookalikes to replace them for the scene when we get lead out of the bookshop through all the demons, although I think they also kept them deliberately off camera.” 

Q: What did you think of your music shop when you first saw the set? Did you have a favourite poster or prop?

A: “I thought it was incredible! It could’ve been an actual music shop with all the instruments hanging up with the “Arnold’s” price tags on. The attention to detail was incredible, well IS incredible as I understand it’s all still there. It’s hard to pick a favourite to be honest. I did a little video walkaround on my phone at the time so maybe I’ll post that if I won’t get in trouble. Interestingly the shop interior itself was elsewhere on the set to the shop entrance you see from the street. You walk out of Aziraphale’s shop, over the road, through the door of the music shop and… there’s nothing.” 

Q: Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

A: “I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

Q: How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

A: “Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

Q: What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

A: “This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

[wetpussyju1ce]

asks are okay. requests are okay too. but it doesn't mean I'll fulfill them all. if I'm not comfortable with a request I'll delete it.

unanswered asks: 1 (updated: 21/02/2025)

this is an +18 side-blog. mdni

credit to @/anitalenia & @/dollywons for the dividers 🩷

Masterlist

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy):

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101

praise kink

bubble bath

ask: toxic ex bf/toxic babydaddy jax teller

ask: toxic ex babydaddy jax teller

ask: gemma finding the perfect young doll for jax

gift: jax's young doll gets pregnant

coconut & tangerines

ask: x fem!curvy reader smut

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen 2019):

"cool & collected" Ray

losing your voice

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Mr. & Mrs. Smith pt. 2

König (Call of Duty):

the smallest Omega in town takes on the biggest Alpha

gift: big alpha König & tiny omega reader are the cutest pair

11 inches (awkward Alpha!König x Omega!fem reader)

John Price (Call of Duty):

bear!John Price x Scrawny Wolf!fem reader

how bear!John fell in love with scrawny werewolf!fem reader

retired!Price and the ghost girl living in his sea side cottage. 

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead):

negan takes care of his girl during her periods

undercover secret agents negan x fem!reader

Miguel O'Hara | Spiderman 2099 (Across The Spiderverse):

Fuck buddies

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller (The Man From U.N.C.L.E 2015):

Cinnamon, Chocolate & Mint

[msfisherot]

I COMPLETELY forgot to probably post my Bully OC in my main (or I did, but never had the chance to actually fully explain her whatsoever) so I am putting myself out there.

This is Mary Daimon, a typical, ordinary non-clique student in Bullworth who is just trying to survive... maybe not that ordinary.

Her personality is actually pretty unique compared to the rest, as she is cold, stoic, and oftentimes really confusing. This is because BARELY ANYONE actually even knows her at all. This is no coincidence either, as she has expressed privately to certain people (like Pete or Jimmy) that she purposely does this to be safe and stealthy. Mary essentially becomes a ghost (socially) in Bullworth, which is why people don't know anything about her, if ever they even REMEMBER she exists at all.

Mary is an AVID #1 Gary Smith hater. If anyone hates Gary to the core, it would be Mary, and it is very much mutual. In fact, these two have a RIVALRY together, which is understandable considering Mary secretly counters Gary all the time (and vice versa). If asked why, she says it's because she just really wanted Gary away from even getting to his goal at all.

Aside from that, no one has ever really gotten so close to her aside from Pete and Jimmy. Her dynamic with Jimmy is kind of like Diana Burnwood and Agent 47. She is essentially another 'mastermind' of her own right, which is hilarious since there were multiple implications that Mary knows a bit more than what anyone expects her to be. Her intellect is pretty much equal to Gary, which says a bit about her.

There's a LOT of ofher stuff I can talk about her but that's pretty much the basics. I don't post a lot about Bully.. ��🙏

[preservationofnormalcy]

[It is January of 2022. I’m entering a wing of the DC Office site that looks older than the others. The carpets are a strange brown, vintage looking, and the lighting casts an almost yellow pallor over the wood paneled walls. I can practically smell the cigarettes. I pass by an empty room labeled “social media office” - boxes piled up by the door. Maybe they’re going to be using it soon. They’ll need it.

I approach a door labeled Necrocommunications, knock lightly twice, then enter. 

I am greeted with the sound of a voice drifting softly across the room. A few chairs and tables sit around me, the same vintage style as the hallway before, the same browns and yellows. A high desk is across the room, and a woman is seated at a control panel. She has black curly hair, done up in an old fashioned style, a polka dotted blouse, and though she’s facing away from me, I can see the edges of cats-eye glasses. 

The panel she’s working at is huge, and resembles the type of switchboards they used to use in the ‘50s, dozens of physical wire connections crisscrossing the device and attaching via plugs. The woman has a headset, one ear covered in a bulky speaker, with a microphone near her mouth. She speaks casually, with an incredibly heavy New Jersey accent.]

I] Oh, him? He’s circled, babe. Taken as hell. Mhmm. And he still asked you? Ain't that a bite. So now you know he’s out of the question and yarding on. Dodged a bullet, hun.

M] Irene? 

I] Oh, god, hold on. My appointment is here. Yeah. I’ll call you later, beautiful. Caio. 

[She hung up the call, taking her headset off and turning to me. She looked like she was straight out of my grandfather’s high school photo album, including the color. Her skin was almost grey, it was so pale, but she didn’t seem like she was sick. She looked me over with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, leaning forward on her desk.]

I] Well, hello Miss Meghan Hendricks. What can I do for you, sugar? 

M] I’m here to interview you for my audit, Ms Donofrio. 

I] All business, aincha? 

M] This is my job.  

I] ….yeah, you’re right. Sorry. I don’t get cute visitors much. 

M] Right. 

I] Pull up a chair, hun. 

M] I’ll just stand. This won’t be long. I came here because of your Occult Communication Tools poster. 

[She sits back with a dramatic sigh.]

I] Yeah, took me forever to convince them to let me do that. We had agents using spirit boards, pendulums, casting runes, tarot cards, ghost boxes, all kinds of shit they brought from home. Bought from Walmart, or worse, a thrift store. I was always telling them, honey, baby, you gotta use our stuff, we maintain it, we disinfect it of ectoplasmic residue, lockout-tagout procedures, the works. It’s so, so unsafe to use anything but our tools. Sure, you gotta do paperwork when you check it out, but it’s better than somethin’ following you home…

M] Right into it, I guess. That’s what Necrocommunications does, right? Talk to the dead? 

I] You bet, sugar. The dead, demons, angels sometimes when they ain’t on our plane or in realspace. Other little spiritual twerps and bugaboos. 

M] I’ve been asking this a lot in the last few months, but…you can do that? Consistently? 

I] Consistent enough to make it worthwhile. S’not perfect. Fails most of the time, depending on who you’re calling. 

M] How so? 

I] Well, some people don’t wanna be called. Some people are chatterboxes. We got a list of likely contacts who we suggest people contact, but…we do other people sometimes, too. Always worth a shot, I say.

M] How does it work? 

[At that, Irene winced slightly and wagged her head from side to side.]

I] We got theories, but more importantly we got procedures. We know different things work for different people. Sometimes it’s cultural. The method that contacts Mr Smith may not work for Mr Chan, y’know? 

M] It’s mostly for information gathering, then. Like the Board of Infernal Affairs.

I] Information gathering’s a big part of it. Someone died with a secret? See if they got loose lips now. Also, y’know, helps with hauntings or gettin’ rid of little jerk spirits. 

M] You mentioned disinfection….

I] Yeah, yeah, there’s….risks, y’know. Sometimes the person you contact ain’t a fink, you know, and they start a whole new haunting. Sometimes one spirit’ll lie and say they’re another. Then they follow you home, start leeching your energy. Happens less when we cleanse the tools. Which is why there’s procedures for this, and every Office staff member in the building is trained on at least the basics.

M] Is it….is it only for Office personnel? Is it something I could…

[Irene’s face grows into a playful smirk as she hears the hesitation in my voice, leaning her face in her hand.] 

I] You got fifty cents? 

[She leads me into a back area of the office. Lining the walls in storage containers are row upon row of spirit boards, each box with a paper listing the dates each was used and then cleaned, along with the name of the person who did it. There are other items, too - pendulums, bags of runes, spirit boxes like you see on ghost hunting shows, and other devices and artifacts I don’t recognize. Irene’s attention, however, is on a phone booth at the end of the room. It’s clean but battered, clearly old and used. It has no door, but an open front, and above the phone itself is a depiction of a figure on a boat, with one word beside it: “Charon.”]

I] We confiscated these in the 80’s. It’s easier to use this one than have to sign out spirit board, y’know.

M] Weren’t you just complaining about that?

I] I complain about a lot of things, sugar. 

[I approach, standing before the phone in disbelief. Irene senses my hesitation.] 

I] Put in the money, then use the keypad to type out the person’s name. It’ll take it from there. Who you gonna call? Grandma? Mom?

M] My brother. 

I] Ah. Shit, honey.

M] He died in California. Two summers ago.

[As I reach for the receiver, I see Irene’s face freeze in some sort of concern.]

I] H-honey, that…was he in—

M] Yes. 

[I put my hand on the receiver, and I feel her hand on mine. She’s cold. She’s so cold and clammy that I jump slightly and look her in the eyes. Her face is sorrowful and scared, searching me.]

I] Honey…you won’t be able to—

M] You said—

I] If he was in…there’s no one there, sugar. He’s gone. 

M] I know he’s gone, but you said I could—

I] No, no, he’s…if he was…he’s gone, gone. There’s nothing left of him. You can pump quarters into that thing all night long and you won’t get anyone.  

M] H…how? I was…I was on the phone with him when it—

[As I watch, her eyes go wide, and she covers her mouth.]

I] Th-that’s how you remember, isn’t it? Thought you were just…in the Office but you hadn’t known about…that’s how you remember.

[I let go of the receiver. I can’t feel my fingers. I’m shivering, but not from the cold.]

M] I know how I remember. What I want to know is why everyone else forgot.

[3d-wifey]

just read your dec wip list and yandere poly stu and billy? yandere daemon??? The Sandman x reader x corinthian?? Manipulative proffessor Erwin Smith???? yandere president loki and iron man variant reader????? will and hannibal x killer reader??? spike x vampire reader????? SANGWOO X HORRIBLE READER????? to name a few from the list

youre like a God, like I'm so excited to read these 😫😫 can you like explain them some more, i want a little appetizer

the hannibal x reader x will centers around a reader that's just started to amass fame from her first published piece, a series of short stories about a serial killer. Each story is told from the perspective of the killer's victims, your victims.

The stories are so realistic, so detailed. Your ability to dive into the minds of both the killer and victim draws both awe and concern. Everyone knows the future of an artist who can't shake off the ghosts of their characters.

So, on the behest of your agent, you start seeing one Dr. Hannibal Lector—an apparent fan of your work. Though he isn't the only man who wants to get a glimpse of your methodology. Detective Will Graham, sent on the belief of Jack Crawford that your expertise might help them find the Chesapeake Ripper, is eager to work with you. Though, being a fan of your writing might make him biased.

But dynamics start to shift when Will brings you up during a session.

I'd say it's yandere!will and hannibal but that's like saying blue!ocean. Like, fucking obviously.

You and the Corinthian are Dream's first creations, made hand and hand before there was a need for nightmares.

Oh course, despite it not being your original purpose, the two of you become the most feared nightmares to haunt the Dreaming. And as your notoriety grows, so to does Dream's jadedness.

The shift from lover to indifferent creator is too much to handle, even for a dream. It was only a matter of time before you escaped to the waking world and you're a big enough fool to think not telling the Corinthian would stop him from following you.

This snippet is like medieval and you're a succubus if that wasn't obvious 💀

Billy and Stu wanna make you their final girl, the kind that survives past the movie.

Of course, you don't know that.

Before the murders, your biggest concern was being in love with both of your best friends' boyfriends. But in your defense, you loved Billy and Stu long before they started dating Sydney and Tatum.

Daemon considers you, like all things he cares for, his.

The sooner everyone understands that, the better.

[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

[rosacreeper]

VICAGENT YURI (A lot of text and two drawings)

(IDK if this is the name of the ship)

Little angst? Idk

Victim and agent, they met before Victim started her company, when she was a sweet teenager/young adult and not yet consumed by revenge.

They used to be friends, and had romantic feelings for the other, but something happened that make Victim change, one of them was that she discovered more about alan and how her creation/“execution” was on internet, before that she just wanted to have a normal and happy life in the farm. The farm was destroyed by Dark and chosen (but she only saw Dark).

She wanted revenge and all of this make her change her personality and act cold and distance with everybody, she founded the company with the help of Smith, her first worker. Victim became increasingly obsessed with her revenge against Alan, putting aside everything that did not contribute to it, even her friendship with Smith, thinking that her feeling for her were only a distraction.

And what about smith? She noticed how suddenly victim attitude began to change, but thinking that it was part of the mourning let it pass and tryed to help victim in everything, without noticing that victim had started to put a distance between them.

When she realised that it was late, Victim no longer wanted to know anything about her, and only saw her like an instrument for her revenge.

Smith was willing to do anything to regain their friendship, believing that if she did everything ordered by Victim she would achieve it. Victim, aware of this, decided to take advantage and use her for do a lot of things. Also, she wanted to take adventage of Smith and hide her own feelings, and she though that she do it, without understanding the damage he was inflicting on smith and that her own feeling were hidden, but stil.

Smith is not stupid and noticed it, but her friendship (and love) for victim was really big and she had the hope that everithing will be fine, even if when she tryed to talk with victim about something that was not work, she threatened to fire her or said hurtful things.

Smith started to get tired about that situation and wanted to leave, becouse she is loosing the hope on victim since she started to be even more obsessed with revenge before she made her and the othee mercs hurt people that weren’t related with alan, just becouse she had a little suspicion. She claimed her for this and victim reaction was not very calm.

Also, Vima (Name of one of the victim’s clones, that is a ghost and is normally following victim) noticed this and tryed to warm smith and make her go, but how is a ghost only can do it on dreams and she just ignore it.

IKD

Any thougts? I want to make a fanfic about this.

[writingplotbunnies]

Best Served Cold (Part 10/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie gets some info on Stahl, which has an intense impact on the Club.

Word Count: ~2800

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

Hands cupped around the mug in her hands, Sophie blew air across the coffee as she studied the man sitting across from her. He had young features, but something in his eyes told her that he’d seen a bit more than he ever wanted to. Finding information on Agent Stahl had been surprisingly easy. Tracking down her former partner had been even easier. 

“Agent Smith?”

His lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile. “I know. It sounds fake.” 

Sophie took a sip of her coffee, eyes closing as the caffeine hit her system. They made it just right. Enough sugar to cover the bitter flavor of coffee, and some cream to smooth the texture. Olivia used to tease her about her coffee, kept telling her one day she’d have to drink it like an adult. Yet, her sister had been the first to buy her the special, seasonal creamers - find new flavors to add to lattes. 

“Tell me about your former partner. It usually takes a bit more to get reassigned as quickly as you managed.” 

“No small talk?”

Sophie raised a brow. “Did you want to talk about the weather?” 

“Not particularly.” 

“Then, no. No small talk.” 

He sighed, and Sophie wanted to feel for him. She did, but when someone on your team was dirty, it made everyone stink. Plus, she just really didn’t like the bitch. 

“You’re going to tell me whatever it is you know about your former BFF Stahl.” 

Agent Smith met her gaze, jaw tight. “I’ve got nothing to say.” 

Sophie took another sip of the coffee before setting it down on the table. She flagged down a waitress, who came over to the booth with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi,” Sophie greeted. “I’d just love an order of pancakes with so much syrup my friend here and I could swim in it.” 

The waitress laughed and nodded her head. “And for you?”

Sophie looked at Agent Smith expectantly. He glowered at her. 

“Nothing for me.” 

“You sure?” Sophie asked. “Best diner in the city.” 

“I’m sure.” 

Sophie looked up at the waitress, and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess he’s not hungry. Thanks.” 

The girl nodded before heading to the kitchen to drop off their order. He wouldn’t have taken the meeting if he didn’t plan on telling her anything, but it seemed as though the good agent wanted to make her work for it.  

“You left Charming. Stahl stayed. Tell me why. The case is still open. She wants to take SAMCRO down for everything including the sinking of the Titanic. Case that size could be career-making - we both know that’s what Stahl is hoping for, so why bail?” 

“You seem to already know.” 

“Course I do, but that doesn’t make what I know evidence. And that, my friend, is what I need.” 

“They’re criminals.” 

“So is she. At least the Sons are honest about it.” 

Smith cursed under his breath as he broke eye contact with Sophie. She smiled. They both knew she was right, no matter how unsavory Mr. Smith found it. 

“I looked into you before agreeing to this meeting.” 

“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t.” 

Smith nodded but didn’t say anything. Before either could respond, the waitress brought Sophie’s pancakes. As promised, there was indeed enough syrup to create a small swimming pool. Licking her lips, she picked up her fork and tore into them as though she were starving. They melted on her tongue, the buttery flavor of the perfectly fluffy pancake mixing with the decadent sugary syrup collided on her tongue in delicious harmony. 

Pushing her plate towards Agent Smith she offered him a bite, which he refused. 

“They’re not good people,” he said as she bit down on another piece of her food. “The Sons. I heard the way the town spoke about them. A mix of Santa Claus and the Godfather, but they do bad things. All of them have been to jail.” 

“So have I,” Sophie added around a mouthful of pancake.

“They weren’t in for a misdemeanor.”

Sophie grinned and pointed at Agent Smith with her fork. “I see you did your research on me. Good for you.”  

“Sergeant Cooper,” Agent Smith said, leaning in closer to her, tone placating. 

Sophie wanted to shake him. Her contact had assured her that this idiot was a good agent, that he didn’t agree with Stahl’s approach to cases. Given his speedy departure from Charming, she’d been inclined to believe, but sitting across from him now, she just wondered if he had any balls. He had to know what she would do with the information, what fate awaited Stahl. If he for a single second believed she’d keep the boys from seeing bloody vengeance, well, he was dumber than he looked. Woman had it coming for the shit she pulled with Donna and Opie. 

“I’m retired, so don’t think leaning into my better nature or judgment or whatever it is you were about to do would help. That bitch put my family in danger. Nearly got an innocent woman killed because she couldn’t do her job with a shred of decency.”

For the longest time, Smith didn’t say anything. Sophie continued to eat her breakfast, resisting the urge to lick the plate clean. She could wait him out. Eventually, he pulled an envelope from the inside of his jacket. Placing it on the table between them, he held his hand over it, fingers tapping a bit restlessly. Sophie didn’t move. 

“This could make things worse, you know.” 

Sophie nodded. Anything was possible. He slid the envelope closer to her, and Sophie took it in her hands. Meeting his gaze, she waited to see if he was going to say something or leave. He just sat there, meeting her eyes. 

She pulled the papers from the envelope, half expecting one to say say “fuck you” in crayon. But, Agent Smith seemed to be a straight shooter. It held the information she needed. Bank records showing federal money being deposited into Opie’s accounts - Stahl’s sign off on the transfer. Another sheet detailed the series of events that led to Donna being shot - the detail being pulled - everything she needed. 

“Thank you.” 

Agent Smith shook his head. “Not sure you should be thanking me for that. Still not sure I should have given you that. But, I think I’ll sleep better tonight.” 

“She’s bad news. I think you got out just in time, Agent Smith. Good luck.” 

He raised his mug in mock salute as Sophie slid from the booth, envelope in her hand. Sliding on her sunglasses, Sophie felt a bit lighter as she left the diner. Obviously, this packet of information wasn’t going to magically fix everything. Clay broke trust with his Club, and he’d be called to account for it - Tig, too. Plus, there was still no guarantee that this would all just smooth over with time and a demotion. Based on what Jax had told her, going after a patched member like Clay ordered Tig to do with Opie couldn’t be done without a full vote. 

Happy sat on his bike, arms crossed and resting on the handlebars. 

“You still babysitting me?” 

“You good?” 

Sophie smiled as she stopped in front of him. “Yeah, got what I needed and he didn’t put up a fight.” 

Happy nodded.

She knew if she stood in the lot, they’d never leave. Either by Jax’s order, or his own initiative, Happy had become her new shadow. Her backup. As much fun as it would be the dally just to see irritation flash in his eyes, she knew time wasn’t on their side. Even if Happy being here with her meant they hadn’t started Church yet, things were too volatile to screw around. 

“Let’s go. Can’t have you late.” 

Happy gave her another nod as she slid into the front seat of her Challenger. Happy followed her back to TM, and gave her another nod before parking his bike. Seeing the slight confusion on Jax’s face as he approached her car, Sophie answered her own question. Happy had sent himself. One day the boys would realize she could take care of herself, but she also not so secretly enjoying having backup. 

“Hey babe,” Jax greeted, arms resting along her window seal. 

Sophie leaned towards him, face upturned for a kiss. Jax obliged, smile on his lips as they met hers. When he stood back, he opened the door. She followed him into the clubhouse where most of the guys were milling around. Clay and Tig were noticeably absent from the group. At least that would give her and Jax a bit more time to come up with a plan. They all offered her a warm greeting, Chibs even giving her a kiss on the cheek. She wondered how the dynamic would change when they all learned the truth - when they learned about her involvement with it. After all, she was new. And it was always easier to shoot the messenger. 

“Stahl set the whole thing up. Donna getting hurt is on her,” Sophie said as soon as Jax locked the door behind them. 

“Shit.” 

“Any idea how you’re going to handle it?” 

Jax shook his head. He sat down heavily on the bed, raked his hands through his hair. “None of this is gonna be clean or easy. I’ve got Piney on my ass about it because he and I both know it was Clay, but I’ve been at Clay about other Club stuff, too so the boys are looking at us both. Now I’m gonna bring this to the table?

Sophie knelt down in front of Jax. She took his hands in hers, met his gaze when his eyes locked onto hers. 

“Those baby blues of yours are dangerous, Teller.” 

He huffed out a laugh. 

“Real talk though. Do you think Clay wanted to kill Opie? To hurt Donna?” 

Jax jerked as though he’d been shot. “What? Of course not.” 

“Then that’s how you approach this. It was a shitty situation caused by the bitch from ATF. Clay acted in what he thought was the best interest of the Club - he made a bad call. You’re bringing this to the guys because you care about what’s best for the Club. You and Clay can’t keep going at each other in these little passive-aggressive ways - that’ll kill you before ATF or Zobelle get the chance. So, man up and do what needs to be done to protect your Club.” 

“I have no idea how the vote would go. I can’t go in there like that.” 

Sophie nodded. “I don’t know the guys as well as you, so I don’t know exactly how you should navigate this, but you’ve been in this life forever. You know the guys better than you think you do. I can distract Clay if you need time to get your shit together, but Jax - this can’t go on. Zobelle will come at you, and if you’re too busy fighting each other, he won’t even have to work at it to destroy you all. Fix it.” 

Jax nodded. He brought their hands to his lips, kissed the back of her fingers. “I hate what brought you to Charming, but I’m glad you came.” 

Sophie smiled at him. “Me, too.” 

As he stood from the bed, he pulled Sophie to her feet and into his body. She wrapped her arms around him, and tucked her nose up against his neck, breathing in the scent of leather and cigarettes. Jax pressed kisses to her head before pulling back and meeting her gaze. For a moment, her heart stopped beating because she thought she recognized the look in his eyes, and she wasn't ready for it. Couldn’t admit to herself that it might be love, that it already probably was. Too much. Too fast. 

“Waiting won’t make it any easier.” 

Jax sighed. “I’d rather stay here and kiss you.” 

“Charmer.” 

When they walked back into the main clubhouse, Sophie saw Clay and Tig sitting at the bar. She tugged on Jax’s sleeve and nodded her head towards where they sat with their backs to her. Jax pressed a final kiss to the side of her head before walking over to where Chibs, Bobby, and Opie were playing pool. With a heavy heart, Sophie walked over to the bar, plastered a bright smile on her face, and slung her arms around their shoulders. 

“How are my two favorite bikers?” Sophie asked. 

“Aw,” Tig said, eyes full of mischief. “Finally decided to trade up, sweetheart?” 

Sophie laughed as she pressed a kiss to Tig’s cheek. “Never gonna happen, but that doesn't mean I don’t still love you.”

Clay looked at them both with an indulgent fondness, and Sophie felt her heart squeeze for him. Even the best case outcome would be hard for Clay. The man was proud, and she just knew that stepping down - or, more likely, being forced to step down would diminish him. Like any leader at the end of their term - some allowed the closing of a chapter to happen with better grace than others. Knowing he’d lost the trust of his Club would hit Clay hard - a single mistake, or as far as Sophie knew the mistake he got caught in, and he’d be forced out. 

“How’s Gemma?” Sophie asked. 

Clay shook his head. “Says she’s fine.” 

Sophie laughed. “So she lies to you, too?” 

“Yeah,” Clay said as he took a drink from the beer bottle in his hand. “I thought she’d be more honest with you.” 

“That woman isn’t going to admit that she’s in pain. Stubborn sort.” 

“She asked me about you. Said you hadn’t been by the house.” 

Sophie moved around the bar and poured herself a drink. “I’ll go over later. I know she wants to have a family dinner. I think she wants me to learn how to cook. I keep telling her that it’s a terrible idea, but maybe she just wants me to blow up the kitchen so you have to buy her a new one.” 

Clay laughed. “That would be an idea she’d come up with. That woman wants to see me broke.” 

“Don’t worry, Clay,” Sophie teased as she took another sip of her drink. “I’m not gonna let her domesticate me like that. Can’t have Jax getting the idea that I’m gonna be some Donna Reed homemaker for him.”

“That’ll make Gem happy. She’ll have you two to keep fussin’ after.” 

Sophie grinned. “I aim to please.” 

“Good, it’ll keep her - ”

The doors slamming open cut off whatever Clay was going to say next.      

“You son of a bitch!” 

Opie pulled Tig from the bar stool and landed a sucker punch to his face before Sophie could round the bar.  

“What the hell is going on?” Clay roared as he stood from the stool.

Sophie looked on as Tig just let Opie beat him. 

“What did you do?” Opie screamed. 

“Why was she driving the truck, Ope?”

Hearing the pain in Tigs voice, she wanted to stop it, wanted to intervene, but she knew they both needed this. Tig needed to feel as though he’d been sufficiently punished and Opie had his own demons to work out. 

What she didn’t expect was Piney to punch Clay square in the jaw, both men swearing as they cradled their respective wounds. 

Before things could completely devolve into chaos, Jax wrapped himself around Opie, hauling him off Tig, who just laid on the ground, blood and tears covering his face. Chibs and Bobby worked at separating Piney and Clay who both continued to glare at each other. 

“Enough!” Jax’s voice echoed through the room. “Everyone in the Chapel.”

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