plume of smoke

overwatch takes place 60 years in the future and has a cast that includes a talking gorilla, a sniper with blue skin, a scientist who can freeze herself, a DJ who uses his music to physically heal people, a cyborg ninja, a man whose cells regenerate in a way that can make him turn into a plume of smoke and slither around, and a sentient robot who hits people with floating orbs

and yet it’s the gay and trans headcanons fans make that are unrealistic

Captain Steve Rogers, Lovecraftian Horror

Title: The Miskatonic Project
Rating: PG-13 for horror themes, death
Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder.
Notes: I should be working on like three other fanfics but I had a TERRIBLE DREAM this afternoon and anyway this only took about half an hour to write.

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Steve came out of the Vita-Ray machine…different. 

Of course he looked different – taller, thickly muscled, skin gleaming. But it wasn’t the change in his appearance so much as the…sensation people felt around him. Howard claimed not to feel it, and Erskine died before he could weigh in. Peggy felt it, but not in the way others did. To her, he seemed otherworldly, but like an angel or a religious vision – comforting under a layer of unreality. She even liked the strange black pupils he’d developed, so big and dark you could hardly see the whites of his eyes at all. 

Others, however…. 

She didn’t see him pull the Hydra agent out of the submarine after Erskine’s assassination. Only three people did – a cab driver, a little boy, and the boy’s mother. The cab driver wouldn’t say a word, and the boy’s mother stuttered and stammered so badly they finally gave up. The little boy just said, “Well, he got him,” and looked admiringly at Steve. 

Steve wasn’t wet, but the submarine lay on the deck of the pier, and the man next to it was dead, a rictus of horror on his face. 

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i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

the blood is love ❦ roman godfrey

prompt: roman godfrey x fem!reader smut? with a little blood kink added in there? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

requested by: @richies-spaghetti

warning(s): this imagine contains sexual themes, explicit language, and mentions of blood.

word count: 780

The room smelled overwhelmingly of blood and stale cigarette smoke. You had to hold your breath when you stepped inside, broken shards of glass crunching beneath your boots as you did. The source of the glass—a shattered coffee table—sat overturned nearby, the body of some poor soul lying lifeless beside it. You didn’t dare take another step—until you saw him. Roman.

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I was asked a while ago if I could make visual references for Awakening tome effects to go along with my tome project, so I compiled a whole bunch of screenshots of every tome in the game and matched them with each cover! These should be helpful if you ever want to draw characters casting a specific spell or if you’re just curious about what all the tomes actually do when you use them!

The covers for all the tomes are here as well, but you can find higher quality ones in my original master post of the tome project here. You can see the details and writing on each much better. Additionally, just for fun, I decided to make this the complete tome essentials post and include a written description of how each spell looks (in case the picture isn’t enough to visualize) as well as in-game information about each and every one!

Everything else is all under the cut in order of how they appear on this post! Sorry about it being so super long!

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yeahishipitbitch  asked:

Do you guys have any fics with shotgunning? I live for sexually charged shotgunning with sterek! Thank you! :)

I’ve got explicitly rated shotgunning ;)  Hope that works!  -Emmy

Whispers of Smoke by orphan_account 

(1,175 I Explicit I Complete)

Basically Stiles and Derek get high and have sex

Anytime by Marishna 

(2,225 I Mature I Complete)

“Sorry!”

Stiles snorted and started laughing, too.  “For what?” he chuckled.

“Stiles,” Derek mumbled.  “I think I’m high.”

Stiles laughed harder and louder, the sound echoing off the trees and interrupting the birds and crickets.  Derek watched him for a second, then joined in, leaning heavily on Stiles while his body shuddered as he gasped for breath.

Stoners in Love (With Mary Jane) by deafmusiq 

(2,304 I Explicit I Complete)

 “Why do you always get first hit?” Stiles laid back on Derek’s bed again after taking the proffered blunt.

Derek took a moment to reply, his hands getting busy with the next joint before he exhaled, a large plume of smoke floating from his lips. “I get first hit because I rolled. Because I actually know how.“

New Romantics by Scavengersdaughter2 

(2,967 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles and Derek don’t have a normal relationship. They’re not quite best friends, not quite lovers. They’re something new and different.
They wouldn’t have it any other way.

Breathe Me In And Let Me Stay by alakewood

(3,058 I Explicit I Complete)

It’s the first day of summer vacation and Stiles and Scott are supposed to have a bro-date to gorge on pizza and marathon all the Marvel movies.  Then Allison texts Scott and Scott bails and Stiles is left to share the pizza they’ve already ordered with Derek.  But that’s not all they share.

I’m Breathing In The Chemicals by laminy

(4,067 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles needs a smoke. He ends up at Derek’s with the promise of one. When Stiles finds Derek’s particular mix a little too strong, Derek tries shotgunning to make it less intense. It doesn’t quite work. Takes place sometime, any time, during or after season three (mentions of Stiles’s hair and Derek’s new apartment).  

Breathe You In by forpony 

(4,694 I Explicit I Complete)

How Stiles and Derek become weed buddies.

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus 

(14,403 I Explicit I Complete)

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.

Like Real People Do by queerly_it_is 

(15,361 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”

Respiration and Inspiration by MajorAccent 

(31,437 I Explicit I Complete)

“Your dad’s the fucking sheriff of my hometown,” Derek hisses when Stiles is pretending to search through the expiration dates on the cartons of 1%. “When were you going to tell me that?”

“Uhm,” Stiles stalls, closing the glass-paned door. “Never?” He ventures. Seeing the hard placed scowl on Derek’s face, Stiles knows it’s not what he wanted to hear. “How was I supposed to bring it up?” He asks, voice pitching on hysterical in the middle before he forces it back down. “Right around the first time I was sparking up, just lean over and go, “Oh, hey, by the fucking way, I’m from Beacon Hills and my dad’s the sheriff, but he doesn’t know I do recreational drugs on the weekly,” and then recite Millay to you? Yeah, because that’d work out so goddamn well.”

I Know We’re The Crooked Kind (But You’re Crooked Too) By refuse_to_sink 

(53,768 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek Hale is in one of the most well known Motorcycle Clubs in America, as well as part of the well known Hale Pack. With that comes a lot of trouble, a lot of death, and a few stints in jail.

Stiles Stilinski, ex boyfriend to Derek Hale walked away from the Motorcycle Club lifestyle at the age of 22, and seven years later turns back up in Beacon Hills. With that comes even more trouble, even more death, and a few stints in jail.

Shit in Beacon Hills gets thrown upside down, and everyone is just trying to make it out alive.

Here in the Forest Dark and Deep by grimm 

(56,572 I Explicit I Complete)  *ghosts

There’s a boy in the woods.

There’s a boy in the woods and he’s always there, rain or shine, day or night.

There’s a creaking in the hall and a knocking on the door and no one is ever there.

Five people died in this house and Stiles Stilinski is not at all sure they’re gone for good.

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25 years ago, parts of L.A. were embroiled in riots. How much has L.A. really changed since then? California Editor Shelby Grad looks at the issue through polls over the years.

Burned out car on Florence Avenue west of Normandie on April 30, 1992.

Gary Friedman / Los Angeles Times The Sorbornne Market at 4600 S. Vermont Ave. on the night of April 29, 1992, the day the riots erupted.

Los Angeles County sheriff’s deputies keep tabs on a group of people arrested after a store on Martin Luther King Boulevard was looted.

Kirk McKoy / Los Angeles TimesRioters at the corner of Florence and Normandie on the first day of civil unrest.

A resident of South Los Angeles vainly attempts to fight a raging fire at 79th Street and Normandie Avenue using a garden hose April 29, 1992.

Kirk McKoy / Los Angeles Times A man with a shopping cart full of diapers passes a market on the second day of the riots on 3rd Street.

Plumes of smoke rise from burning buildings in mid-town Los Angeles on April 30, 1992.

CHP officer Hugh Gnecco checks for looters in a Chief Auto Parts store at Washington Boulevard and Western Avenue on May 1, 1992.

Bobby Wade holds a sign asking for peace at the corner of Pico Blvd. and Fairfax on may 1, 1992.

anonymous asked:

131+132+147 for the prompts maybe? you're amazing xx

131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

I also had a prompt for what would happen if Andrew and Neil met while Mary was still around. This… might turn into a verse lmao

The school is buzzing. And hot. Summer starts early in California and the fucking air conditioning isn’t working. Figures. The long sleeves don’t help, Andrew knows, but a little sweat isn’t going to make him stop wearing them. The heat isn’t really the problem right now. The problem is the red-head a year below Andrew, the one who showed up unexpectedly two months into the school year with a smile and a mother whose hair was just a touch more orange. Andrew remembers her, though he hasn’t seen her since. He hasn’t seen the kid that often, either - Jake is his name, Andrew thinks - except at lunch or in the rush around the lockers. 

He sees Jake now, though, just like everybody else.

The black eye is awful, puffy and out of place on that fine-boned pale face. The flesh looks dead, bloated, ready to burst. Andrew can almost believe it actually is, with the haunted look to the kid’s eyes. And all of the pretty girls are swarming him like flies, their jock boyfriends in the background ready to strip Jake of everything that he is if he makes the wrong move. The lack of personal space is making more than just Jake uncomfortable.

Andrew slams his locker and marches across the hall. He doesn’t even have to touch any of them; all he has to do is glare, and they scatter, exposing the carrion that had been about to become their next meal. 

Jake looks at him with shocking green eyes - well, eye, given that his left is pinched painfully shut - and a firm set to his mouth. “I can take care of myself just fine.”

Oh. Oh. This might be more interesting than Andrew had originally thought. Maybe he should have talked to Jake sooner. It seems the shy boy has a mouth on him.

“Yes, you looked like you were doing a fantastic job keeping the buzzards away,” Andrew says. “Next time I’ll wait until they’ve stripped your bones.” When Jake just continues to look at him, Andrew strains not to sigh. “Idiot. Come with me.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

Andrew’s expression drops at the sudden weary edge to Jake’s tone. He’s turned into a deer, body frozen and leaning away, tense and watching and seconds away from fleeing. A locker slams, and it’s instinct for Andrew’s eyes to snap toward the sound. A mistake. When he looks in front of him again, Jake has slipped away into the crowd.

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anonymous asked:

Shy!dan puck!phil there first time with blushing and wining and a reasuring phil please

Yo so this is essentially the plotline for my Babygirl fics lmao but I didn’t wanna be lazy and just link them so I changed things up a bit I hope that’s cool?? Here we have a little less cliche shy, awkward, virgin punk!phil and a forward as fuck pastel!dan with a sexy first time and some praise kink. Also minor drug warning for The Weed.

Phil hasn’t met Daniel Howell yet, but he thinks he just might be the love of his life. He’s a friend of a friend of a friend of Phil’s and Phil wouldn’t even know of his existence if he hadn’t started scrolling through the all guests tab on one of his Facebook events. Phil’s thumb stops swiping upwards the moment he sees his profile picture and he clicks on it without hesitation. He spends a little while appreciating – okay, stalking – his profile; it’s set to private, so he doesn’t really get access to much except a few photos, but…well, the boy is gorgeous. There’s no two ways about it. He has the face of an angel and the flower crown to match. All Phil has is a name and a face and he’s already smitten. Honestly, it’s no wonder he’s still a virgin.

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Massive fire in west London high-rise

A deadly nighttime fire raced through a 24-story apartment tower in London early Wednesday, June 14, killing at least six people and injuring dozens more. Some desperate residents threw their children from high windows, hoping someone on the ground would catch them.

Police commander Stuart Cundy said there were six confirmed fatalities, adding that the figure was likely to rise “during what will be a complex recovery operation over a number of days.”

People in the apartments cornered by the quickly advancing flames and thick smoke banged on windows and screamed for help to those watching down below, witnesses and survivors said.

Flames from the inferno lit up the night, and smoke spewed from the windows of the Grenfell Tower in North Kensington, where more than 200 firefighters battled the blaze and went into the building with breathing apparatus. After dawn revealed the blackened, flame-licked wreckage of the building, a plume of black smoke stretched for miles across the pale sky.

“This is an unprecedented incident,” Fire Commissioner Dany Cotton told reporters on the scene. “In my 29 years of being a firefighter I have never, ever seen anything of this scale.”

The London Fire Brigade received the first reports of the fire at 12:54 a.m., and the first engines arrived within six minutes, she said. Flames could still be seen more than 10 hours later.

There was no immediate word on the cause, but angry residents said they had repeatedly warned about a potential fire threat. One resident said the fire alarm did not go off. (AP)

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Flames come out of windows at the Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Facundo Arrizabalaga/EPA)

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Local resident Amanda Fernandez reacts following a huge fire at the Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Andy Rain/EPA)

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A view on the burning Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Andy Rain/EPA)

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Police from the Tactical Support Group at the scene of a huge fire at the Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Andy Rain/EPA)

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Smoke rises from the fire at the Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Will Oliver/EPA)

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Firefighters attend the burnt out remains of Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Facundo Arrizabalaga/EPA)

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Firefighters at a scene of a fire at the Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. (Facundo Arrizabalaga/EPA)

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A view on the burningd Grenfell Tower, a 24-storey apartment block in North Kensington, London, Britain, June 14, 2017. According to the London Fire Brigade (LFB), 40 fire engines and 200 firefighters are working to put out the blaze. Residents in the tower were evacuated, a number of people were treated for a ‘range of injuries,’ and six people have died in a fire, Metropolitan Police said. The blaze broke out at around 1:00 am GMT. (Facundo Arrizabalaga/EPA)

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Smoke and flames rise from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. Metropolitan Police in London say they’re continuing to evacuate people from a massive apartment fire in west London. The fire has been burning for more than three hours and stretches from the second to the 27th floor of the building. (AP Photo/Matt Dunham)

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Smoke billows as firefighters deal with a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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A person peers out of a window from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. Metropolitan Police in London say they’re continuing to evacuate people from a massive apartment fire in west London. The fire has been burning for more than three hours and stretches from the second to the 27th floor of the building. (Matt Dunham/AP)

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Smoke rises from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. Metropolitan Police in London say they’re continuing to evacuate people from a massive apartment fire in west London. The fire has been burning for more than three hours and stretches from the second to the 27th floor of the building. (Matt Dunham/AP)

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Flames and smoke billow as firefighters deal with a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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Firefighters wait to start their shift after a massive fire raged in a 27-floor high-rise apartment building in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017.(Matt Dunham/AP)

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Smoke rises from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. (Matt Dunham/AP)

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Smoke and flames rise from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. (Matt Dunham/AP)

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Firefighters deal with a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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Smoke and flames rise from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017.(Matt Dunham/AP)

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A man stands amid debris after a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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A helicopter is seen as flames and smoke billow while firefighters deal with a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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People look on as firefighters deal with a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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A person, bottom right, peers out of a window from a building on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. (Matt Dunham/AP)

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A helicopter is seen as smoke billows from a serious fire in a tower block at Latimer Road in West London, Britain June 14, 2017. (Toby Melville/Reuters)

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In this image made from video provided by Celeste Thomas @MAMAPIE, a building is on fire in London, Wednesday, June 14, 2017. Firefighters are battling a massive fire in an apartment high-rise in London. One side of the building appeared to be in flames. (Celeste Thomas @MAMAPIE via AP)

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Little Things

Originally posted by downwiththemachine

Request: Opie imagine, something cute & fluffy.

So I was recently reminded how much fun I had with Shorty, so I decided to use that as my inspiration for this. Opie with a short girl is adorable. Hope you guys like it xx

Timeline: First season, obviously for this one there is no Donna or kids.

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“Stay still.” You ordered.
Opie obeyed, stilling his movements from his position on the floor. You sat on the bed behind him, your legs either side of his shoulders as you braided his hair.
He had a beer in front of him and was rolling a blunt while you worked on his hair, both of you absentmindedly watching reruns of The Simpsons on the small tv in his dorm room.
His hair was soft and long and you liked the way your fingers felt when they touched it.
Without moving his head he reached out for his lighter and sparked up the joint, taking a long drag and blowing out a plume of smoke before he passed it to you.
You took a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs and you relaxed your grip on his hair as you held the smoke in. You turned your head to the side and blew out a long, slow cloud before you passed it back down to him and you continued working on his hair, running the wide tooth comb through his locks.
“Really man?”
You both looked up as Tig spoke. He was leaning against the doorway between Opies dorm and the hallway.
He had his eye brows raised as he watched you braiding your old mans hair and Opie shrugged.
“What? It makes her happy.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words and the hint of a blush crept onto your cheeks. Somehow after all these years Opie still had that affect on you.
Tig shook his head and you stuck your tongue out at him before he left.
Opie stretched his arms out and began to stand.
You pouted up at him, putting on your best puppy dogs eyes.
He laughed. “Im just going to get some snacks.”
“And then can I finish your hair?”
Opie frowned, as if the answer was obvious. “Of course.”
You grinned and met his lips as he reached down to kiss you and he passed you the rest of the joint.
He walked out of the room and you smiled to yourself, finishing off what was left of the blunt. You blew out your last cloud and stubbed it out in the ashtray beside the bed when you decided to help him.
Opie always underestimated how many snacks you could eat. You may be little, but you could almost eat your weight in food, especially when you were high.
You jumped off the bed, his large t-shirt dropping around you like a dress and padded across the carpet to the kitchen.
You were just about to enter when the mention of your name made you stop.
You hung back and backed up against the wall and tilted your head, listening carefully.
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl. But why go for a girl thats so short when you’re so tall?” Tigs voice asked. “Doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I don’t care how tall she is man.” Opie answered. “I love her. She always wears my clothes even though they’re huge on her but I love it. And I can pick her up whenever I want, even though she always tries to fight me.”
They both sniggered and you smiled to yourself.
“She stood by me for five years when I was inside, man. Visited me every week for five years. Not many old ladies could put up with that. But her, she never missed a visit. She’s a smart girl, she coulda gone anywhere, been with anyone she wanted. But she chose to stay with me and I’ll always love her for that.”
Your smile spread wider as you heard the love in Opies voice and you silently turned the corner.
His back was facing you and you snuck up behind him and leapt onto his back.
He didn’t even move, your weight slamming into him having no affect on his strong stance.
He let out a laugh and grabbed your legs, hoisting you up further onto his back and you draped your arms over his shoulders.
“I love you.” You whispered against his ear.
He turned his head to the side and pecked your lips before grabbing the bag of potato chips and candy in his hands and nodded to Tig.
And Tig watched in awe as Opie piggybacked you back to his dorm, the love the two of you shared clear to see.

~

The front door opened and Opie followed Jax inside.
You had told him this morning you were spending the day at Jax’s house, helping Gemma get the place ready for Abels homecoming.
‘Im in here!” You called, your voice slightly muffled.
The boys walked into the kitchen and took in the sight.
You were standing on the counter, on your tip toes, desperately trying to reach the top of all the cabinets with your feather duster.
“You need a hand?” Opie asked while Jax sniggered.
You glared over your shoulder and reached a little further.
“I can reach.” You said. You swiped over the top of the cabinets and turned to face them.
“How was your day?” You asked, a sweet smile on your face.
“Good.”Opie said and moved towards the counter and reached for your hands, helping you down.
“Don’t you wanna stay up there, ya know, see what the world looks like to normal people.”
Opie laughed as he took you by the waist and lifted you off the counter and you kicked your feet in Jax’s direction.
“Fuck you, Teller.” You said, raising your middle finger and thumping Jax’s arm with your fist once Opie placed you on the ground.
Jax laughed and leant his arm on your shoulder as if you were an arm rest.
You rolled your eyes. You were used to Jax leaning on you all the time and as much as you argued with him you knew he would never stop. And you would never admit it, but you didn’t really mind.
“Thank you for helping.” He smiled down at you.
You nodded in response. “Anytime.”
“You finished?” Opie asked, peeking out of the kitchen and scanning the spotless house.
“Yeah, Gems just finishing up in the nursery.”
The three of you walked down the hallway to the nursery and found Gemma smoothing over the quilt in the bottom of the cot.
“Hey sweetheart.” Gemma smiled when she saw her son.
He walked into the room and kissed her on the cheek.
Opie stood behind you, pressed against your back, and his hands resting on your sides
“It looks perfect Gem.” You smiled at the matriarch, admiring the work she had done in the room.
“Thankyou baby.”
Jax stared between the you and the cot, an amused look on his face.
“What?” You muttered, suspecting he had thought of something new to tease you about.
“I think you could fit in here.” he gestured towards the cot and leapt towards you.
You squealed and ran behind Opie, using your boyfriend as a human shield.
Opie rolled his eyes while Jax laughed and Gemma gave him a scolding look, but she wore a smirk.
“Thats enough, Jax. Shes been a huge help.. Well, maybe not huge.” She smirked and looked you up and down.  “But she’s been a help.”
You gasped and stared at Gemma. “How dare you join the dark side.”
They both laughed and Opie sniggered before leaning down and  kissing your forehead.
“C’mon, lets get you home before you kill someone.”
You said your goodbyes and you led the way outside and Opie took your hand as you walked.
You walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his bike and he handed you your helmet when you finally reached it.
“I can, you know.” You said in a hushed tone, turning towards him with a wild spark in your eyes.
Opie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
“I can fit in the cot.”

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You sat in Opies lap. both of you smiling as you watched Jax rocking his tiny newborn.
Gemma stood behind him, a proud, teary smile on her face and Wendy sat to the side, watching her child and the man she loved.
The club was crowded around the room and everyone watched the SAMCRO prince with his son.
Jax looked up and eat his best friend eye and he shuffled towards you and Opie.
Ever so carefully he handled you the baby and you smiled down at Abels sleeping face.
“Hes perfect.” You smiled up at Jax.
Jax grinned down at you and Opie squeezed your thigh.
“Its a shame he’s not a girl, then you two could have shared clothes.”
You kicked your foot out, colliding with Jaxs shins while the rest of the club laughed.
Opie rested his head on your shoulder and the two of you watched Abel as everyone else began to mingle.
“You want one?” Opie whispered in your ear.
You turned to look at him.
His eyes were sparkling and your heart soared, your love only growing stronger as you pictured what a great father Opie would be.
“More than anything.”
Opie smiled and kissed your lips.
“But Id have to have a c-section.” You continued.
“Why?” Opie asked as he took a swig of his beer.
“Jesus, Ope have you seen the size of you? Your baby would destroy me.”
He let out a deep laugh and nodded in agreement.
You stood carefully and walked over to Wendy, handing her back her son.
She smiled at you and you kissed her cheek.
“Hes beautiful, Wendy. You did good.”
She didn’t need to say anything else, your supportive words were enough and she thanked you silently.
You turned back to Ope and took his large hand, tugging him up to his feet.
“Cmon.” You whispered to your bearded giant. “Lets go make a baby.”

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299-CALDROWS [Caldera-Drowsy]
-Rock/Ground
-The Cauldron Pokemon
-Ability: Comatose
-Dex: “This pokemon is in a constant state of hibernation due to an extremly low metabolism, so they stay motionless for so long they get buried by the sand. This pokemon absorbs nutrients and humidity from the soil they are buried in, acumulating pressure, and when this reaches a boiling point, this pokemon will burst like a geiser.”
    -Lava Plume
    -Scald
    -Mud Bomb
    -Clear Smoke

–>Evolves after learning Rest<–

476-DORMAGMA [Dormant-Magma]
-Rock/Groundd (Sleeping Form) - Rock/Fire (Active Form)
-The Volcano Pokemon
-Ability: Sleeping Giant*
-Dex: “This Pokemon spends its life in a constant sleep, acumulating power to wake up, but this process, in nature, can take decades, even centuries. When this pokemon wakes up, all the acumulated power turn it into a very powerful and dangerous creature, with the force to completely terraform its own habitat forever.”
-Moveset:
    -Eruption
    -Earth Power
    -Ancient Power
    -Rest

*This Pokemon will always be affected by the SLP status and cant wake up by itself, it can however use moves normally. If it is cured of its SLP status it will change to its active form, if ir becomes SPL again it will revert to its sleeping form.

Stormed Off

The witch, annoyed, stamped her foot and stormed off.

Quite literally.

From her heel, plumes of silver and black smoke coiled to form a small platform. A haunted wind picked her up and flew her away, leaving her date to stare in silent confusion.