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.
“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.
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.
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.”
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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