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Watched the open mic episode

And loved it

😮‍💨 a pitch I couldn't resist I'm sorry

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Stolen Sweater

Pairing: Opie Winston x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 700

Summary: You get cold at home and find warmth in one of Opie’s sweaters. When Opie returns from a quick run, his heart melts finding you in his sweater.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 4 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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Winter in Charming was one of those things that you had a love/hate relationship with. You loved being all snuggled up in the covers with a hot drink watching your favorite winter movie, you especially loved being wrapped in Opie’s arms under a blanket on the couch. However, you hated being out in the cold and you hated when Opie had to be out in the cold as well.

This was one of those times.

The club had to make a run to Stockton to work out some kind of trade deal from what you understood. When Opie left, you made sure he was wrapped up in a thick jacket and that his warmest beanie covered his head and ears. He gave you a loving kiss and an ‘I love you’ before mounting his bike and heading off to meet the guys at the clubhouse.

You watched him and once he was out of sight, you realized just how cold it was outside. Shivering, you re-entered your home and made a beeline to the master bedroom, specifically to Opie’s side of the closet. You dug through his shirts until you found what you were looking for — your favorite sweater of his. The second you slipped it over your head, you were instantly welcomed with warmth and comfort. His cologne still lingered on the sweater from the last time he had worn it despite having been washed, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

With Opie on the road and the kids in school, you decided to take some time to warm yourself up before running your errands and meeting Tara for lunch. You made yourself a hot chocolate with marshmallows piled high and curled up on the couch. If only I could stay here all day.

It was as if the universe heard your thought. Your phone began ringing, checking the caller ID you see it’s Tara. You answered and she informed you that she couldn’t meet for lunch today due to being swamped with surgeries all day long. Before ending the call, the two of you made plans for next week.

As much as you didn’t want to get up and run your errands, you knew you had to, unfortunately food wasn’t going to magically appear in the fridge. You let out a sigh and headed out the door with your purse and keys in hand.

Once the errands had been completed, you returned home and put away your groceries. After that you took your seat back on the couch, where you stayed until you heard the familiar rumble of Opie’s motorcycle. You heard the jingle of keys and the lock turning, the door opened revealing your gentle giant of a man entering your shared home. “Welcome back!” You beamed, jumping up from the couch and pulling him into a kiss which he happily reciprocated. “Thank God you’re back! I was so bored without you.” You spoke dramatically, eliciting a laugh from Opie which in turn had you laughing too. You loved hearing his laugh, it was so contagious and music to your ears. That laugh and his bright smile instantly made any bad day better.

“Luckily for you, it was a quick and easy trip.” He stepped back from you and studied what you were wearing. Opie had this feeling that something was different but he didn’t know what it was until he looked you over. “Is that my sweater?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew it was but he wanted you to admit it.

“Nooooo…?” You answered, playfully nervous with a matching facial expression. You knew he didn’t care, in fact, he loved seeing you in his clothes. They way you drowned in them was something he found so adorable.

“I leave for half the day and come back to my girl in a stolen sweater from my side of the closet. Unbelievable!” Opie returned the playful teasing. “I’ll just have to steal something from you in return.” A mischievous smirk crept upon his face. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours. A stolen kiss. If this was always the outcome of stealing his clothes, then you’d never stop.

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