Opie Addiction

[ gifs are not mine // requested by anon. ]

Being Unser’s daughter dating Opie would include…

+ being a huge daddy’s girl.

+ no one in Charming bothers you because your dad.

- well, almost everyone.

+ at least the sons were some eye candy.

- but you were the sheriff’s good little daughter.

+ Jax knew how to sweet talk you into doing little things..

- but Opie; god damn it you’d do anything he wanted you to.

+ you got all giggly and red whenever you two talked.

- everyone knew you had a little crush.

- HUGE crush.

+ and when you guys started dating.

- well there was some hiccups.

+ crying to your dad whenever you were scared Opie was going to get himself into trouble.

+ hardly being able to get through to Opie when club stuff was stressing him out.

+ Clay hating the idea of you two dating, being Unser’s daughter was too much of a liability.

- but at the end of the day, you two loved each other wayy too much.

+ you kind of made him a better person?

- he didn’t yell as much.

- he was starting to cope with Donna’s death.

+ and he kind of made you a better old lady?

- you knew how to shoot a gun now..

- you carried one in your purse.

- kept one in your car.

+ you even wore all black leather and lace.

- leather and lace.

+ Gemma loves you, of course.

- who else is going to sit around and gossip about pornstars all day with you?

- oh yeah, Tara loves you too.

+ you’ll always be daddy’s little girl.

Carlie Ray Jepsen - I really like you

Just play it everyday! 😂

Carlie Ray Jepsen - I really like you

Just play it everyday! 😂

Carlie Ray Jepsen - I really like you

Just play it everyday! 😂

Carlie Ray Jepsen - I really like you

Just play it everyday! 😂

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Request: Can you please write a happy imagine where happy is spending time with you and the baby can it be sooo fluffy

You woke up early but feeling well rested. It was a miracle, your baby girl hadn’t cried once during the night. You should go check on her but when you turned on your back you saw why she hadn’t cried. Your husband, Happy, was by your side and your little girl was laying on his naked chest, peacefully sleeping.

“Morning”, Happy whispered and opened his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping of course. He probably had watched you and the baby sleep all night.

“Morning”, you whispered back and propped your body up to kiss him. You noticed the bedside crib by his side too and raised an eyebrow.

“I heard her fussing after you fell asleep and decided to bring her here”, he explained, “She slept like an angel and you had a good night sleep too babe”

“You are the best husband and dad Happy Lowman”, you said, earning a bashful smile from him too, “Just don’t get her used to it. I know she’s a daddy’s girl but she has to sleep on her own crib and bedroom”

“I know”, Happy sighed, making you smile as you got up and walked to the bathroom. You knew Happy thought he was missing things as he worked hard at TM and for his MC and that made him a bad father, so he tried to make it up every chance, every extra second he could get with you and your baby. He hasn’t realized yet there was nothing to make it up to you two.

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Happy was talking on the phone as you finished breakfast, but his eyes never left the little girl on her swing for a second. You smiled as you put a plate in front of him and he hung up the phone, “Jax said we have the day off”

“That’s great honey!”, you pecked his lips and poured coffee on your cups.

“Yes it is”, Happy smiled at you and looked at the baby, “And I get to spend it with my girls. What you wanna do babe? I can help you clean, watch her…”

“Thank you Hap”, you caressed his arm, “But I cleaned the house just fine and I had plans to go out today”. Happy creased his brow as he listened to you, “She’s old enough to go out Hap, she needs fresh air and sun… We could go to the park”

“No”, Happy just said and began to eat.

“Hap…”, you sighed.

“No”, he looked at you again but you just stared back until he sigh and rolls his eyes, “People will try to touch her. Look at her, she’s adorable! And I don’t want her exposed to all the germs”

“Oh Happy Lowman, you’re a softy”, you laughed, “Nothing bad will happen and you will be with us all the time. I doubt someone will dare to come any closer”

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Happy growled and complained but you dragged him out of the house with your baby girl and dog. Reaper, your dog, was in the backseat with your baby and looking happy to go out too. You smiled at them and at your grumpy husband driving. At the park, nobody would come closer as you had predicted. Happy had the baby in the carrier and a “Do Not Come Closer or Touch the Baby” glare.

“Smile Lowman”, you glanced at your husband, “Just a little bit”

“We should have stayed home”, he muttered, “Watch cartoons or something”

You just rolled your eyes and continued to walk. Your dog was sniffing the air and obediently walking by your side. Your baby was just looking at everything in this new place. Happy talked to her and she looked up at her dad, making your husband finally smile. You walked for a while and found a place to sit. Happy let your dog run and played with him while you and your baby watched them. He kept an eye on your two all the time and seemed to actually enjoy the morning outside. You were just putting your phone away when Happy walked back to you.

“Time to go home?”, he asked, kneeling to give water to your dog.

“Nope”, you said, “It’s time to go to grandma’s for lunch”

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Your old man looked happier as you greeted his mother and she held her granddaughter. Family was everything to Happy and you knew paying his mom a visit would make his day off even better. He insisted on helping to set the table and serve lunch, making you and your mother in law glance at each other and smile. As soon as Happy sat by the table, your baby girl screeched for him.

“She’s a daddy’s girl indeed”, his mother said, making Happy smile from ear to ear. You told her about your morning and Happy just listened you two talk, protectively holding his baby. You glanced at father and daughter talking and felt happy to see your old man relax for once.

After lunch, you went back home and Happy carried your baby girl to her crib for a nap. Reaper laid on a rug by the crib and Happy petted his head, “Good boy. Watch our girl for me”. You held his hand and pulled him to the bedroom. You snuggled in bed, Happy’s head on your stomach and his arm around you.

“You should get some sleep”, you caressed his back, “You watched us all night”

“I didn’t”, Happy muttered.

“We will be right here when you wake up”, you softly traced the tattoos on his skin.

“I don’t wanna miss a thing”, your old man admitted, “I wanna be a good dad”

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.

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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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Request: Can you write an imagine where you are married to Jax and when Tara moves back she tries to sleep with Jax. You find out and beat her ass!! Which makes Gemma like and accept you finally. And :  Jax ending up with a short girl, like 5ft or so, she’d be such a cute little spitfire, fierce and loving and she’d totally put Tara in her place when she came back to charming

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“Hey shawtay.” Tig called as you walked into the clubhouse. You raised your middle finger at him, a smirk on your face. “Hey darlin,” Jax said, a smirk on his face as he leant down to kiss you. His lips sent fire through your body and you stood on your toes to reach his lips. The boys laughed and you glared at them before breaking into a smile. You were 5 foot two, a tiny girl with a huge attitude. The boys loved giving you shit for your height and you truly didn’t mind. You had been married to Jax for two years now, after dating for five. Things were good, he loved you and you loved him. You were happy. The club loved you and you loved them too, you had embraced the life and even Gemma had been impressed. That didn’t mean she liked you, though. You were married to her son but she still had her opinions and she never had been good at keeping those opinions to herself. It was Gemma, after all. You were loyal and fierce, and you’d put plenty of the crow eaters in their place over the years. They knew not to mess with you now. You might have been small, but you were definitely fierce and you always stood your ground. “Will you be home for dinner?” You asked, looking up at your old man. He smiled down at you and moved the loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, babe.” “Good,” You smiled, “I’m making lasagne.” You said and he grinned. Your lasagne was his favourite and Gemma had not been impressed when the boys had agreed on how good it was. She had made her own and started a lasagne war, both of you perfecting your recipes and cooking for the whole club. You had won, of course. Maybe that was why she disapproved of you so much. You squeezed Jax’s hand and he leant down to kiss your lips again before you turned on your heels and headed for the door. “Bye boys.” You called, a smirk on your face. “See you at dinner!” Big called teasingly while the rest of them yelled their goodbyes. You raised your finger at him once again and left the clubhouse.

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You spent the day cleaning the house and it was the early afternoon when you started making the lasagne. You had just diced an onion when there was a knock on the door. You frowned slightly, and wiped your hands on the towel. You walked slowly into the hallway, grabbing your gun out of the drawer of the hall table and holding it down by your side. The street had been quiet all day and you hadn’t  heard any bikes and Gemma always called before showing up. You weren’t sure who else could be at your house mid day and Jax had taught you to be extra careful, at all times. You sidled up to the door and peered out the peep hole. A woman with brown shoulder length hair stood on the doorstep. You could tell she was nervous but you didn’t recognise her face. She was pretty, though. You held the gun behind the door as you opened it. She looked surprised when she saw you and she fumbled with her hands. “Can I help?” You asked calmly, your voice cool. “Is uh, is Jax here?” She managed to speak. You slid the gun into your waistband and lent against the doorframe, crossing your arms across your chest. “What’s it to you?” You asked coldly, running your eyes up and down her body. She frowned slightly and looked down at you. “Im an old friend. I didn’t realise he’d gotten a maid. I’ll try catch him at the club house.” She said. You raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh honey, you think Im the maid?” You laughed and dropped your hands, standing tall- well as tall as you could- and straight in the doorway. A confused look crossed her face and you threw her a wicked smile. “Whats your name?” You asked. “Uh, Tara. Knowles.” She said slowly. She dragged out each word she spoke, uncertain of your sudden change in body language. “I’ve been wondering when you’d show your face around here.” You said, smirking at her awkward posture. “Im sorry, who exactly are you?” She asked and you could tell she was annoyed now. You leant against the doorway once more as a smile spread across your face. “(y/n). Teller.” You dragged out the last name, watching her expression change into shock and you smirked. “Ill tell my old man you dropped by.” She turned abruptly and marched back to her car and you watched as the black cutlass drove down your street and you made sure to wave her off before slinking back inside.

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A few days had passed and you had told Jax about your encounter with his ex. You knew the history between the two and he had assured you that there was nothing between them. You believed him, but that didn’t stop the rage seething through your body when you pulled into the TM lot and saw that same black cutlass parked in your spot. “Stupid mother fucking bitch.” You cursed as you pulled up in a spare spot and got out, slamming the car door behind you. “Why are short girls always so angry?” Tig asked Juice as they watched you march across the lot. “Cause their closer to hell.” Juice laughed and Tig joined him. “Blow me!” You yelled as you neared them and swung the door of the clubhouse open. You stopped in the doorway and scanned the room. Tig and Juice walked up behind you and poked their heads over your shoulder, one on each side. “Who ya looking for, shorty?” Tig asked playfully, enjoying seeing the anger in you. “That plain-jane looking bitch.” You muttered and crossed your arms over your chest. “The doctor.” Juice confirmed and the boys exchanged looks. They rested their heads on your shoulders. “You gonna fight her?” Tig urged in your ear. “Naww, she’s too widdle.” Juice said, earning himself an elbow in the gut. You eyes landed on Jax, who sat at the table with a bored, unimpressed look on his face. And there she was, sitting with her back to you as she flung herself at your husband. You watched with narrowed eyes as she leaned in closer and laid her hand on his knee. He looked at her, his blue eyes full of coldness and pushed her hand of his leg. “Oooh whatcha gonna do?” Tig said in your ear. “Shes not gonna do a thing.” Juice responded. They were like your own personal little devil and angel on your shoulders, guiding you through situations. “You want me to hold your earrings? Your necklace?” Juice asked but you ignored him as you walked into the room, your eyes full of fire and your body full of rage. “Get the popcorn, she’s going in.” You heard Tig say as you crossed the room.

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Jax met your eye as your stormed across the room and you saw him gulp at the fire in your eyes. You neared the table and she turned towards you. The second you saw her face your fist collided with her jaw, sending her head snapping to the side. She stood and tried to shove you off but your fist collided with her left breast and she gasped in shock, giving you enough time to roundhouse kick her right in the gut. She doubled over and you grabbed her hair and yanked hard, dragging her to the floor. She fell and rolled onto her back and you jumped on top of her, swinging your fists. Each move collided with her face and you barely noticed the blood coating your knuckles. She swung her fist and clocked you in the jaw, splitting your lip. Your mouth filled with blood and you spat it at her face which was swollen and bloody. Her nose was broken and you raised your fist and clocked her in the jaw one last time before Jax lifted you off her. Tig lifted her off the floor and you escaped your husbands arms, moving in front of Tig. “You ever, try to hit on my old man again, I’ll kill you.” You muttered and she nodded slowly, avoiding your eyes as blood poured down her face. You watched as Tig passed her to the prospect and told him to drive her home. Jax came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, turning you to face him and lifting you up. He carried you to the bar and sat you on top, his hands brushing the hair out of your face as he examined your lip. “God I love you.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You smiled back at him, leaning back on the bar as Tig and Juice approached. “You punched her in the titty!” Tig said, disbelief on his face. “The goddamn titty!” You all erupted in laughter and you caught Gemmas eye, standing at the doorway. She raised an eyebrow before smiling at you and nodding approvingly. “Looks like you got mommas approval.” Juice winked at you and you smiled up at your husband. He grinned back at you. “What the fuck did we miss?” Chibs asked as the rest of the club filed into the clubhouse, looking at the blood on the floor and your split lip. “Its okay, brother, I videoed it.” Juice called and they all sat round the table. Jax wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know, its pretty hot when my wife fights over me.” He whispered in your ear and you smirked at him. “Why don’t you show me how hot it is, Mr Teller.” You purred and he lifted you onto the ground. “Lead the way, Mrs Teller.” He smirked and took your hand as he followed you to the dorms. You had reached the hallway when you faintly heard Tig yell, “Wait for the titty shot! It is unbelievable”