Sons Of Anarchy (SOA) - One Shots

Opie Winston

Jail, a place you'd never been and never intended to go. You should have known you end up here one way or another, with being part of the Anarchy and all. So, here you are, back against the cold cement block wall with the rancid smell of sweat, vomit, and dirty bedclothes penetrating your nostrils.
'How am I going to get out of here' you though.
All you had was a broken nose and a busted lip. No money, no phone, no way out. You had spent all of your paycheck on new valve covers for your bike. Being a bartender/treasurer for the Sons didn't exactly pay big bucks. Sure, you did jobs on the side, mechanic jobs mostly, but it wasn't nearly enough to get you out of here
It wasn't your fault you were in here, well kind of. You were out running errands for the club and you had to go into an auto body shop to get some new spark plugs for Clay's bike. You were walking back to your bike after exiting the store, when one of Darby's self-righteous neo Nazis started to harass you. It soon after broke into a fight which ended with him through the barber shop window into the lap of Deputy Hale. Not only does Hale have a grudge against the Sons, but after a few bad dates with you, he has a burning passion of hatred just for you.
'Maybe my bail isn't too outrageous. Maybe the Sons will get me out of here.'
Oh, who were you kidding? $500 wasn't the Sons had lying around to throw towards your bail.
'Well, looks like this is my bed tonight.' You oh so happily conclude as you lay on the grimy jailhouse bed.
You had just got as comfortable as you possible could on that death-trap they call a bed when you heard familiar boot treads. Part of you was thankful for the bail but the other part was praying it wasn't who you thought it was. If he caught wind that you'd been thrown in jail, you'd never hear the end of the teasing.
You heard the click of the key being inserted into the lock on your cell and the squeal of the door as it swung open. You sit up, to see a very smug looking Opie Winston and a sour looking Deputy Hale. Opie was peering down at you with a look that said
'I can't wait to tease you about this'
You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled. Hale sent you both a scornful look before speaking,
"(y/l/n), get out of my cell!"
You were not about to get treated like a door mat by this clown so you shot back with
"Aw man, I was just getting comfortable. But I must say, the service was terrible and you forgot to put the little chocolates on my pillow." You finish with a smirk.
You hear a snort of laughter and look up to see Opie trying to hold back his chuckles, presumably not to worsen the situation.
"(y/l/n) you have about 5 minutes to leave before I charge you with assault of an officer." Spoke Hale with a smirk.
"What?!" you ask with disbelief
"I never touched you!" you yell, feeling your pule start to rise. How dare he threaten you?!
"Oh, but it would be very easy to convince everyone you did, considering these." He claims, motioning to the cuts on his face presumably from the glass of the window flying through the air and hitting him.
You decided this wasn't going anywhere good for you so you grabbed a still smug looking Opie and walked out of the building, leaving a smirking Hale behind. Once you got out to the parking lot Opie spoke,
"Ya know," he started "I was expecting another remark." He claimed with a slight tinge of disappointment to his tone. You looked at him and said,
"Oh, I had a few but I decided I didn't want to spend any more time here than I already did." You explain walking to Opie's bike with him. He laughed, then said
"Is the big bad (y/f/n) afraid of a little jail time." To which you countered,
"Harry Opie Winston you are about 5 seconds away from being beat with a wrench."
He just laughed and motioned for you to get on his bike. That was when you realized yours was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's my bike?" you asked, a hint of anxiety and anger creeping into your voice.
'I swear,' you thought 'if that stupid Nazi had touched your baby there was going to be hell to pay'
Opie must have picked up on what you were thinking because he looked at you and said
"Relax, she's at home, safe and sound."
This gave you great reassurance so you swung your leg over the bike and got comfortable for the ride. You secretly loved riding with Opie. You loved being so close to him. To smell his scent of wood that was still left over on his clothes from his old job, mixed with the spicy-sweet smell of his cologne. To feel his back muscles contract and calm as he turned corners. To feel the cool leather of his cut against your face as you lay your head on his back, the breeze gently blowing over your face.
It wasn't a long ride back to the house, unfortunately. You soon pulled into the drive way and followed Opie through the front door despite the protest of your screaming muscles.
You didn't mind living with Opie. You've known Jax and Opie since you were 4. So, when you'd gotten kicked out of your apartment a few months previous, Opie offered for you to move in with him. You jumped at the chance, not knowing the difficulty of living with someone that you're in love with. You had hoped that maybe something would happen between you two but here you are, 7 months later, still just friends. He could be so infuriating because he did little things that led you to believe there might be something more between you two. Things like bringing you coffee in the mornings, while you're still in bed, or starting grease fights with you while you're both working on your bikes. Little things, like now, as he takes you hand and leads you to the bathroom, motioning for you to sit on the counter.
"What are you doing?" you question, confused.
"I noticed the busted nose and bloody lip. I wouldn't be a good friend if I let you got to bed like that, now would I?" he asks walking over to the medical cabinet to grab what looked like cotton balls, alcohol, and medical tape.
There it was again, that word. Friend.
"Yeah, thanks for bailing me out." you say, wincing as he applies alcohol to the cut on your lip.
"I know it wasn't cheap and we don't exactly have a lot of money." You say now feeling a bit guilty about him spending his hard earned money on you.
You look down, inspecting your jeans a bit closer than natural and start to feel guilt rise in your stomach. Neither one of you had a ton of money. Half of the time you had to go on security runs so you could buy groceries. The next thing you knew a pair of familiar calloused hands were gently lifting your face level with Opie's.
"Hey, don't worry about money. That's my job. Besides, I didn't spend our money to get you out." He says
You look at him with a quizzical look. He must have figured out that you wanted an explanation because he pulls out his wallet and phone. He starts scrolling on his phone until he finds what he's looking for. He hands the phone to you, studying your face, waiting for a reaction. You look down at the phone screen to see the guy that got in a fight with you, now lying in a hospital bed, barely recognizable. You gasp in surprise.
"Opie did you this?" you question.
You start to get worried. He can't go back to prison, especially not over you. You look up to see him looking at you like you have two heads.
"Of course I did. He put his hands on you and that's not okay with me." He says with a hint of anger in his voice. He goes to reach for his wallet,
"Besides, I found out that the stupid idiot keeps $700 cash on him." He says pulling out two hundred dollar bills and handing you one. You study it trying to keep the tears at bay.
'God, I love this man." You think.
You reach out and wrap your arms around him in what you hope is a thankful hug. He immediately responds by wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.
"It's no problem sweetheart." He says pulling away, the moment gone.
"Now, let's get this tape on your nose."
You can't help but feel disappointed over the lost moment as he applies the tape to your nose. You can't help but notice how gently he works. Being so careful, so as to not hurt you anymore. As he finished you look up at him to find him already looking at you. The very familiar butterflies returned to your stomach, like every other time he was this close to you.
The next thing you knew, as if gravity were pulling you, you and Opie were leaning towards each other. It felt like a century before your lips finally met, but when they did it was the best kiss you'd ever shared with someone. It was sweet and caring but needy and tender, as if he'd been waiting to do this for a long time. His hands come up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. After a minute or so you both had to come up for air. When you did he was smiling at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What?" you question with a playful tone.
"You're my old lady." He says with a chuckle, knowing how you feel about being called that.
You just laugh and roll your eyes before responding with,
"Whatever, you're my old man."
You can feel a smirk making its way onto your face as you take notice of his raised eyebrows.
"Well, if it wasn't for my fight we wouldn't be standing here." You explain
"Whatever helps you sleep at night darlin'." He says pulling you off the counter
You scoff and slap his arm
"Okay big bear."
He rolls his eyes at your name of affection but leans in to kiss you again. Who knew such a crappy day could have such a good ending?

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