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“There is an old saying: “That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I don’t believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things: your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole. Those are the things to hold onto when you are broken.”
― Jax Teller

And in that time I was alone, 

so many years without my home 

I made brothers of a different kind instead


And in the time I didn’t know, 

just how hard the wind could blow 

Towards disaster, and the things that I would see

to @bigbadroman . Opie was all the things I think you are. Emotional, good, loyal, pure, in some sort of twisted way. And he was strong, as you are. A warrior, as you are. I hope you know that you have a “brother” in me.

Redneck Revenge

Prompt: Youโ€™re Chibโ€™s daughter from another woman(aka not Fiona). You and your father are very close. You are in your early 20โ€™s, the same age as Jax and Opie who both recently completed their prospect years with Samcro. You are secretly dating Opie but when your father find out, he does not approve. Will Opie be able to prove himself to your father or will you have to choose between the two most important men in your life: Requested by: Anonymousย 

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You rolled to the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket over your head trying to force the morning to hold off just a little longer. When you had finally started to fall back asleep after finding that sweet spot in the bed, you heard it, the bellow of your father shouting,

ย โ€œAye love get your ass moving or Iโ€™ll come up there and wake ya myselfโ€! You groaned loudly in response, quickly sitting up in bed, knowing that your father would make good on his threat to come wake you which usually involved him flipping your damn mattress. Youโ€™d been staying with your dad at his home in Charming for the past two and a half months. You had recently graduated from college and while you werenโ€™t sure exactly where you wanted to be or who you wanted to be, you know you needed to spend some time with your dad before you embarked on your next adventure. When you first arrived, the house was sparsely decorated, but over time, your father had been pulling pictures and mementos from your times together out of storage and putting them up around the house. While you grew up in Chicago with your mother, stepfather, and half siblings, you spent every summer in Charming with your father and he made sure to pack in as much excitement into those summers as possible. It was no surprise to anybody that Chibs Telford was a total softie when it came to his daughter, which is probably why he was currently walking around the kitchen cooking eggs and bacon while singing along to a Led Zeppelin song blaring on the radio. You chuckled as you walked into the kitchen and went over to the brand new keurig machine to make yourself a cup of coffee.

ย Your father called out to you โ€œAye lass, youโ€™ve decided to grace me with your presenceโ€? You rolled your eyes as you plopped down in a kitchen chair, wishing you could hook up your coffee to an IV drip. Your father walked over to you, kissing you on the forehead while dropping a plate overflowing with scrambled eggs, bacon, and two slices of toast slathered in butter.ย 

You looked up at your father with dismay, โ€œWhat are you trying to do to me dad? Raise my cholesterol overnightโ€?

ย Your father laughed and patted you on the head, โ€œWell Iโ€™m not about to let my little girl go hungry so just hush and eat your darned breakfastโ€.ย 

You raised your hands in mock defeat and teased, โ€œI donโ€™t think thereโ€™s a chance of me going hungry, or being hungry again until tomorrow with all that youโ€™ve put on this plate dadโ€! Your dad joined you at the table with a cup of black coffee.ย 

He took a sip and then looked up at you stating, โ€œWell sweetheart, it might be a late night for me anyway so youโ€™ll be on your own for dinner. Do ya think youโ€™ll be able to entertain yerselfโ€?ย 

You laughed again and responded, โ€œDad Iโ€™m 22 years old. Iโ€™m not a child anymore. I think I can keep myself entertainedโ€.ย 

Your dad shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he looked up at you before replying, โ€œI know youโ€™re grown now lass but youโ€™ll always be my little girl and Iโ€™ll always worry about ya loveโ€.ย 

You smiled, reaching across the table and grabbing your fatherโ€™s hand, โ€œI know you love me daddy and I love you too. I promise Iโ€™ll be safe and wonโ€™t get into too much troubleโ€, you assured him. Your father laughed, shaking his head as he finished his cup of coffee and got up from the table to prepare for his day. While finishing your gargantuan breakfast, you began making a mental list of all you wanted to get done today. On the top of that list was seeing your man. It was hard to sneak around without your dad catching on so itโ€™d been a few days since your last date. You missed him in more ways than one, and you almost let the sink overflow reminiscing about your last night together. You laughed to yourself and tried to shake your mind free from the thoughts of the two of you together. You dried your hands and headed off to the bathroom to get ready. Gemma would be pissed if you were late.

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It’s hard not to hate. People. Things. Institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate… is the only feeling that makes sense. But, I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart. Turns him into something he’s not. Something he’d promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction. And remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I’ll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what’s inside. You’re the one who determines if it’s a gift… or a coffin.