I'm a Son, born and bred.

The name's Opie. Born and bred in SAMCRO. ((Sons of Anarchy RP blog. See Info page.))

[goodboybadreputation]

"Hey. Jax." Opie approached his friend from out of the TM garage. "Where ya been?"

"Hey!" Jax exclaimed back, relieved to see Opie. Jax unclipped his helmet took it off and then swung himself off his bike. "I had uh to go home for a bit." Jax explained as he clapped Opie on back as part of their usual greeting. 

[goodboybadreputation]

  "It’s a deal then!" Jax stated with another smile. "We should have a play date for all of ‘em some day. Would be awesome to have the boys hang with yours." Jax added tentatively. He knew Opie’s Mom had been looking after the kids since the incident and wasn’t quite sure if they had been re-united yet. Last thing Jax would want to do would be to upset Opie over it. 

Jax took another gulp from his bottle, this time extending the amount he consumed in the one swig, The ice cold beer numbing his shock and pain of the ramming and replacing it with a sense of twisted comfort.

Jax now shook his head at Opie. “No Ope I’m not. You’re my compass and Tara’s my anchor. Without you I’ve been unsure of which way to turn. I’ve been lost. Deals went through, yeah, I’ll admit that, but it’s not been the same without you here. I’ve felt like a part of me has been missing up until the second I saw you a while ago.” Jax looked away shyly again. This conversation was turning almost gay, but Jax couldn’t help it. He just had to express what he felt without Opie, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t feel right. He’d regret it for the rest of his life. 

[knitcapandglock]

Opie's blood went cold at the mention of his kids. He frowned and shook his head. "Lyla took em... a while ago. Months ago." It wasn't unexpected that Jax wouldn't know... Lyla wasn't around the club much anymore. Last he heard, she'd moved out of Charming, out of California even. He was glad for it though. He didn't want his kids to end up as fucked up as he did. 

"I still would like to see the the little rascals. Been away from Uncle Ope for too long." His smile returned, shallow and faint, but bright all the same. 

It was short lived, however, as Jax's next words left him feeling breathless. "Careful... The last place I want to be is between you and Tara." He joked, but felt enough of the sincerity that he nodded. "I get it...We always were...well, brothers. Even before the patch." He leaned over and pulled Jax by the shoulder to kiss the side of his head. 

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knitcapandglock

Told ya b’fore, gonna tell ya once ‘gain, love, dinnit have nothin’ ta do with that.

[knitcapandglock]

"Hm." He grunted rather unwilling to believe the words.  

[tabithecreator-deactivated20210]

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[superblies]

JUST IN TIME.

JUST IN TIME FANDOM.

[abookwormin221b]

ALWAYS REBLOG ON TUESDAY

[novakian]

IT’S A LAW

[jerk-and-bitch]

EVERY.SINGLE.TUESDAY.

[peliaosfiendline]

the fact that TNT is showing that episode in about 46 minutes here makes this more reblog worth to me than normal.

[goodboybadreputation]

"Hey. Jax." Opie approached his friend from out of the TM garage. "Where ya been?"

"Hey!" Jax exclaimed back, relieved to see Opie. Jax unclipped his helmet took it off and then swung himself off his bike. "I had uh to go home for a bit." Jax explained as he clapped Opie on back as part of their usual greeting. 

[knitcapandglock]

Wandering inside leisurely, Opie grinned at his familiar surroundings. He sighed and grabbed a beer just before stepping aside for Jax. Casting his best friend a smile, the bearded man plopped himself on the couch with a heavy grunt. 

"C’mon. Tell me what’s been going on with your life." He hadn’t had an update on Jax’s wellbeing in weeks. Opie chewed at his bottlecap, tearing it off with his teeth; a horrible habit.

[goodboybadreputation]

Jax watched Opie after he perched himself on a barstool. Seeing Opie grin at his surroundings made Jax automatically smile and rase his unopened bottle of beer. “Welcome home, brother!” Jax exclaimed with the smile extending across the length of his face and giving Opie a saluting gesture. Jax knew that he’d need to organize a way better homecoming than this, given he was the only one around the garage and clubhouse right now, but the main priority was to acknowledge the occasion in this moment.

Jax shuddered as he saw Opie tear the bottle cap off with his teeth. “Mind your damn teeth!” Jax instructed with a slight laugh as he chose to take his small pen knife out and de-cap it that way. Jax took a swig before starting to answer Opie’s question. “A lot I guess.. The boys have really missed you. Keep askin’ for you so, I’ll bring ‘em in maybe later on or in a few days if that’d be ok? Other than that, Tara and I are trying to make ends meet and the club has been just breaking even without you, so.. I’m so damn glad to have you back, Ope. I can’t do this shit without you,” Jax admitted, diverting his gaze away from Opie, shyly and training the top of his bottle with a single finger. 

[knitcapandglock]

Opie laughed at Jax's reaction to him opening his bottle; as he usually did. Taking a long drink, the older Son hummed, throat bulging as he took healthy gulps. "Yeah... I'd love to see em again." Abel and Thomas, the little runts. The rest made the bearded man frown. 

"Sure ya can. You managed without me when I was in prison, and... when I was in the hospital." He reached over to jostle Jax's shoulder, smiling reassuringly. Albeit forced. "You're doing fine, brother."

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

  Thomas smirked. “Come on, idn’t you give me a bath as a baby at least once?” He teased.

[knitcapandglock]

"When you were a baby sure. But you’re not a baby anymore, are ya?"

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

He grinnedd. “Yeah, probably not.”

[knitcapandglock]

Opie laughed softly as he turned. Another couple minutes and he was pulling up in front of Thomas' house.

[reubaltach-blog]

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[text]: Can you come pick me up?

[knitcapandglock]

[text]: I’ll be there in 20mins. The hell did you do?

[reubaltach-blog]

[text]: Socked the wrong man in the mouth whilst a few pints in.  Lively bastard.  Friends in high places.

[knitcapandglock]

Opie read the text at a stoplight and pocketed his phone with a groan. He was only about five minutes away right then and decided not to reply in favor of talking in person. When he finally pulled up to the station, he parked and walked up. He could see his brother sitting inside, and the younger Son wandered through the door. 

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

  Thomas smirked. “Come on, idn’t you give me a bath as a baby at least once?” He teased.

[knitcapandglock]

"When you were a baby sure. But you're not a baby anymore, are ya?"

[knitcapandglock]

  "Alright. Go ahead and drink some water. Just little sips. We’re not in a hurry and you’re probably dehydrated." Stress, fatigue, heat…

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

Thomas nodded. “Thanks…” He sipped the water carefully, running hands through his hair.

[knitcapandglock]

"Just relax kiddo." He smiled. "You’ll be fine."

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

He sighed and put the bottle to a bruise on his neck. “I need a bath.”

[knitcapandglock]

"Yep. But you're gonna have to talk to your dad for help on that one." He laughed.

[knitcapandglock]

  "Alright. Go ahead and drink some water. Just little sips. We’re not in a hurry and you’re probably dehydrated." Stress, fatigue, heat…

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

Thomas nodded. “Thanks…” He sipped the water carefully, running hands through his hair.

[knitcapandglock]

"Just relax kiddo." He smiled. "You'll be fine."

[knitcapandglock]

  "S’alright. Should I call someone to pick us up? Or are you gonna be alright on my bike?" Opie frowned in concern.

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

"No, no I’ll be okay. We’re almost home." Thomas climbed back on the bike.

[knitcapandglock]

"Alright. Go ahead and drink some water. Just little sips. We're not in a hurry and you're probably dehydrated." Stress, fatigue, heat...

[knitcapandglock]

"Whoa Chibs. Wait." Opie looked up as the elder Son walked past him and stoop up. "Is your beard getting longer?"

[babylovescereal]

Halloween is coming up soon. Send me an ask with what you think my muse should dress up as.

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

  He took the water and drank some of it, then gargled and spat. “Sorry, my head was spinning…”

[knitcapandglock]

"S'alright. Should I call someone to pick us up? Or are you gonna be alright on my bike?" Opie frowned in concern.

[knitcapandglock]

BBL. Classtime. 

Man, fuck Freshman level English class.

[knitcapandglock]

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[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

  He launched himself off the bike and was vomiting in the nearest bush, his head aching. “Fuck…I’m gonna kill that wetback myself…”

[knitcapandglock]

"No you're not." Opie sighed as he watched Thomas with a frown. "Just... Damnit." He turned around and dug into one of his side bags, pulling out a bottle of water. The older man handed it over to Thomas to take when he was finished. "Here. Swish with this and wash yourself off..."