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mysticalmallard · 7 months ago

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♥︎ Defending Their Girlfriend ♥︎

🦆:These were all supposed to be drabbles, but I got a bit carried away, so they are more like oneshots and I didn't want to edit any of them down. Because they all came out so long I've only done Jax, Juice, Kozik, Tig and Chibs. I may do a separate one another time for Happy and Opie if that is something you guys want ♥︎

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⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : VIOLENCE, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CREEPY MAN, SEXIST men, swearing and other general SoA Warnings there is nothing too graphic but if you don't like reading about any of the topics listed please DO NOT read the rest of this post!!!, ONLY YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for your OWN media consumption!!! ⚠️

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Jax

On a hot summer night, Jax and his girlfriend were out for a night walk, enjoying the quiet streets of Charming together.

As they walked, a group of young men, all of them a little tipsy on alcohol, passed by. One of the men catcalled Jax's girlfriend as they walked by, making a crude and sexist comment.

Jax took immediate offense, gritting his teeth in anger. He stepped up to the man, who looked startled by the tall, furious biker suddenly in his face.

"Excuse me?" Jax growled, his eyes locking onto the man who had made the inappropriate comment.

The man took a step back when he spots the club patches, suddenly realizing who Jax was.

"N-nothing, man, it's cool," the man stuttered out, trying to backpedal. But Jax wasn't satisfied he was already too angry. The other guys had stopped and were starting to circle, realizing the situation was getting heated.

"Oh, it's *not cool*, man," Jax said in a dangerous tone, his eyes flickering to the other guys slowly surrounding them. Jax wasn't worried, though - he lived for this. The tension in his body made it clear he was ready to defend his girlfriend, his pride at stake.

His girlfriend tugs at his sleeve worried "Jax it's okay...let's just go"

"Nah, this isn't okay, babe," Jax responds, his voice firm but gentle. He turns his head to look at his girlfriend, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. He softens slightly. "He's disrespecting you. Me. *Us*."Jax turns his attention back to the man who started this whole thing. "You need to apologize. Now," he demands, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated firmly on the guy.

The man, still looking nervous but a little bolder behind his friends, scoffs and throws a cocky grin. "And if I don't?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Jax's eyes narrow, anger flaring again. He closes the space between them, getting right in the man's face. "Then you're gonna have a huge problem on your hands." The threat in Jax's voice is clear.

The man shoves Jax back when he gets in his face Jax stumbles back, but catches himself quickly, the shove only adding more fuel to his anger. He takes a step forward again, his shoulders squared swinging at him connecting with the man's jaw.

The man falls backward, clearly not expecting Jax to strike so quickly. The other men hesitate, not expecting to deal with a fight.

Jax stands over the man, glaring down at him. "Don't ever disrespect my girlfriend again," he snarls.

The man is clutching his face, a look of fear in his eyes as he looks up at Jax. He nods shakily. "S-sorry, man," he stutters out, clearly intimidated.

"Now apologize to my girlfriend," Jax's tone is firm. He's not backing down until the guy apologizes properly.

The man looks up at Jax's girlfriend, shame on his face. He mutters a quick, "Sorry, ma'am."

Jax's girlfriend looks relieved, but she's clings onto Jax's arm standing close to his side, clearly still feeling uncertain about the situation.

Jax looks down at her, silently asking if she's okay with the half-apology. She nods slowly, looking somewhat reassured.

Then, Jax looks back at the man on the ground, eyeing the other men who are still standing around, ready to step in if necessary.

"This is your only warning. Don't say that kind of shit again." Jax's voice is cold and firm. The message is clear - he won't tolerate anyone disrespecting his girlfriend like that again.

Juice

Juice and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch in his living room watching tv, when suddenly, she received a phone call from her parents. She reluctantly answers already knowing what they were gonna say. They were trying to convince her to end her relationship with Juice. Juice overheard bits of the conversation and could feel the tension in the room. He knew that they disapproved of their relationship.

Juice squeezed a pillow in frustration, but he couldn't just sit there and let her parents talk her out of their relationship without a fight.

He took the phone from her hand and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, I know you don't approve of this relationship, but I love her and I'm not going to let you talk her out of being with me without giving me a fair shot."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but he could hear her parents murmuring in the background. They clearly didn't like his interruption.

"Listen I am sure you have some good qualities or our daughter wouldn't date you, but we don't want her dating some criminal thug from a motorcycle gang," her father said, his voice filled with disapproval.

Juice clenched his jaw, stung by the man's words. He couldn't help but feel the anger rising within him, but he tried to keep his cool.

"I may be in a motorcycle club, but I am not some mindless thug. I have a brain, I have a heart, and I have feelings just like anyone else, and i love your daughter sir...I don't know what she sees in me to be honest with you...she could have anyone she wants and she chose me...but I am going to stay with her as long as she wants me to be" he said with clenched teeth.

There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone as her parents continued to murmur in the background.

Juice could feel the tension building up inside him, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy of her love. He glanced back at his girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch beside him, her eyes watching him intently. She gave him a small smile, knowing that he was defending their relationship fiercely. He smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the phone.

Her father spoke up again, his voice now filled with a hint of annoyance. "Look kid, we just don't want our daughter mixed up in some dangerous lifestyle. Motorcycle clubs are not known for their stability or their law-abiding ways, and we don't want her getting hurt or in trouble."

Juice took a deep breath before responding, his voice firm and steady. "I understand your concerns, sir, but my club is not like that. We have rules and structure and we take care of our own. We don't just go around causing trouble for the hell of it."

"But you DO cause trouble, don't you?...you say you love our daughter, but you can't, not if you want her involved in that lifestyle," her father says matter-of-factly.

Juice closes his eyes and sighs, stung by her father's words. He knew that her father had a point. His life in the club was dangerous, and he had seen firsthand how it could cause harm to those he cared about. But he couldn't deny his love for her. He couldn't just easily walk away from her.

" I know the life isn't perfect, sir, and yes, sometimes there is trouble, but I promise you I would never let anything happen to your daughter. I would protect her with my life. And as far as loving your daughter...I do, I love her more than I could even explain to her...but i am gonna try my best to show her every damn day"

Her father was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Juice could hear him talking to his wife in the background, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He waited anxiously for his response, his heart beating faster in his chest.

Finally, her father spoke up, his voice slightly more compassionate than before. "Look son, we love our daughter and we just want what's best for her. We want her to be happy and safe, and we're afraid this life you're involved in will only bring her pain."

"Come visit let me show you, meet me atleast before jumping to conclusions with gossip you hear from people who don't know me or the club....your daughter loves you guys so much and I don't want us being together creating tension in your relationship with her" he sighs down the phone trying to find someway of fixing things.

Her father was silent for a moment, mulling over Juice's invitation. He could hear him speaking to his wife in the background, and Juice could only hope that he was coming around.

Finally, her father spoke up again, his voice filled with resignation. " Fine, we'll come meet you. But we're only doing this for our daughter's sake, not yours."

"Fine with me, sir," is all he says before hanging up.

His girlfriend scoots over to him. "What did they say? They weren't rude were they? I swear I've told them so many times the club isn't a gang but they don't listen" She rattles off nervous to what was said.

He gently holds her face, looking in her eyes to get her to stop rambling. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it," he says, trying to soothe her. "It was a little rough at first, but I managed to calm them down. They agreed to come meet me."

"They did?" She asks in disbelief. "How did you manage that? I've asked before, but they said they were too busy"

He laughs softly, amused by her surprise. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be," he jokes. "I just spoke my mind and made it clear I was serious about you. And I guess your dad didn't want to stand in the way of his baby girl's happiness."

He tightens his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He can feel the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her hair against his cheek. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice low and intense. "I'll always have your back."

Herman Kozik

Kozik pulled up to his girlfriend's house but as he pulled up he saw her standing outside with her ex. The ex was yelling and she was crying, with tears streaming down her face. Kozik gets off his bike and could immediately sense the tension in the air.

The ex, noticing Kozik's presence, turned and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat.

"I'm her boyfriend," Kozik replied, trying to keep his cool. "And you need to back off from her, man."

The ex's face contorted into a sneer. "Boyfriend?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He turns back to her "are fucking kidding me with this shit?...huh? we were just having a little spat and you go and sleep with some biker dickhead..huh? I always thought you were a bit of a whore but really? I give you your space and you treat me like this?.." With every word the ex steps closer to her, she steps back as best she can away from him until she's against the building.

"w-we broke up. You kept cheating on me so I ended it. Its been 5 months...please just leave" she says shaking.

The ex lets out a scoff as he continues his advancement on her, he's just a few steps from her now. Kozik doesn't like the look on her face and steps between the two of them putting himself in front of her. "Back off man, I'm not going to tell you again." Kozik's tone is firm as he shoves him.

The ex stumbles back, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. "Who do you think you are, you biker trash?! You think you can come here and take my girl? She's mine!"

Kozik stands his ground, not backing down. "She's not your girl anymore, she's mine and she asked you to leave, so do it."

The ex takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists, "Or what, you're going to kick my ass? I'd like to see you try biker boy"

Kozik keeps his cool, staring the ex down. "I don't want to fight you man, but I will if you don't leave. She doesn't want you here."

Kozik looks over his shoulder at his girlfriend she looks terrified.

His voice softens, "Go inside love, i'll be in after" he says not wanting her nearby should things get violent.

She shakes her head softly glancing between them "n-no...please I don't want you to get hurt"

"I'll be fine baby please go inside" he pleads with her and she relents slowly walking around, the ex hurling insults at her as she goes when she goes to move past him he lunges forward grabbing her wrist causing her to scream.

The moment he touches her Kozik tackles him to the ground. He was caught off guard as Kozik takes him down. The Ex landed hard on the gravel, his back hitting the ground with an "oof". He tried to get up but Kozik was already on top of him, pinning him down.

"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screams in his face. The Ex tries to struggle against Kozik's hold, but it's no use. Kozik's grip is tight and strong.

"Get off me!" the Ex snarls, but Kozik just presses down harder, his face inches away from the Ex's. The ex turns his head to the girlfriend "you fucking see what you've done huh? You little whor-" Kozik doesn't let him finish punching him in the jaw.

"YOU SHUT UP DONT CALL HER THAT"

The ex let out a groan as Kozik punched him. His head slumped back into the gravel, reeling from the impact.

"You bastard!" he groaned, but Kozik didn't let up. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from the Ex's.

"You listen to me and you listen well," Kozik growls. "You're going to leave her alone. You're not going to speak to her, you're not going to call her names, and you're sure as hell not going to touch her again. Do. You. Understand?"

The Ex nods, his expression a mix of anger and fear. Kozik lets go of him and stands, taking a step back. The Ex sits up, his jaw sore, and glares up at her.

Kozik blocks his view standing in front of his trembling girlfriend.

The Ex gets to his feet, his hand rubbing his bruised jaw. "You think this is over?" he spits.

"It's over when she says it's over," Kozik replies, his voice hard and determined. "And she's already made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you."

The Ex opens his mouth to reply but stops himself, his eyes darting between Kozik and his girlfriend. He clearly wants to say more, but he knows he's out matched.

"You're done here," Kozik says firmly. "So do yourself a favor and save yourself the beating and leave. Don't come back." Kozik stares him down, daring him to do something after a long while the ex stalks off back to his car across the street.

Kozik stays in a protective stance in front of her until the car disappears around the corner.

The moment he is out of sight he turn back to her. She's shaking, her eyes wide and tear-streaked. Kozik gently cups her face with his large, calloused hands, his expression softening.

"Baby, it's okay," he says soothingly. "He's gone. I'm here. You're safe now."

Kozik wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He rubs soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, it's alright love," he murmurs into her hair. "I got you. I got you."

They stand like that for a few moments, her clinging to him like a lifeline, him holding her close and protective. Finally, she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Kozik brushes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

Tig Trager

Tig was at her place when the doorbell rang. Tig, being the gentleman he is, answered it for her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Tig inquired to the older woman waiting outside.

The old woman glares at him, her eyes narrowing as she looks him up and down. “You’re making too much noise! Always driving that loud motorcycle, playing music late at night. It’s completely disrespectful!”

Hearing the womans shrill voice his girlfriend comes up behind him knowing he has a short fuse with these kinds of things. "I'm sorry, we'll try to keep it down from now on" she says not wanting to cause any issues with her neighbour.

The old woman huffs, clearly not satisfied with the response. “You young people have no respect these days. In my day, we knew how to behave properly. But I guess your generation doesn’t care about how your actions affect others, do you?”

Tig’s temper is reaching its boiling point, but he manages to keep his cool for now. "Respect goes both ways, lady," he says, his tone cold and calculated. "We’ve been keeping the noise down as much as we can. Maybe you should try investing in some earplugs or something."

The old woman looks affronted by Tig’s response. “How dare you speak to me like that! I have lived here for years before she even considered buying that house, and I will not be disrespected by some biker thug!”

Tig’s temper ignites at her words. “Biker thug? You call me a thug?” he scoffs, his voice rising in anger. “I was a Marine. I fought for this country. What have you done besides sit in your rocking chair and complain?“

The old woman looks taken aback by his words, her eyes narrowing further. “I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re still making too much noise and disturbing the peace. Maybe she should consider moving if you can’t handle living in a civilized neighborhood.”

Tig’s fists clench at his sides as he struggles to keep his composure. "Civilized neighborhood? You call this place civilized when all you do is nag and complain? Maybe you should learn to mind your own damn business and stop worrying about how loud we are."

"You watch your tone, young man! I have the right to live in peace and quiet, and I will not let some criminal with a bad attitude tell me otherwise." The old lady’s eyes flash with anger.

Tig is on the verge of losing his temper completely. "Criminal? I’m not a criminal," he says through gritted teeth. "And you don’t have the right to tell her what she can do in her own home. We’ll keep the noise down as much as we can, but we won’t be silenced just because you don’t like how we live."

The old woman huffs again, clearly not satisfied with Tig’s response. "I’ll be watching you. One more loud noise and I’ll call the police and repor-."

Tig doesn't let her finish and just slams the door in her face mumbling under his breath "Damn old lady." He huffs, turning to face his girlfriend. "Can’t she mind her own damn business? People these days, I swear. I bet shes just all pissy cause she ain't getting any... do you think Piney would take one for the team?" he asks jokingly pulling a giggle from her. "But seriously," he continues, his expression turning serious. "Don’t let her give you any grief....but you know you would have any issues if you just live with me....we can be as loud as we want there." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively putting his hands on her hips.

"I know, I know," she says, giggling again as she rolls her eyes at his antics. "And as tempting as that offer is... Its a little too soon for us baby...besides I dont think you can handle all this every day...do you think you could keep up old man." she says, running her hand over his chest.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle it baby doll." He says, his hands moving up her sides. "I can keep up just fine. In fact, I could probably wear you out before you could wear me out." He grins, pulling her closer to him.

"Wanna prove it, Trager?" She challenges peering up at him through her lashes.

A sly smirk spreads across his face as he eyes her up and down, taking in her seductive curves. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he growls, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He cups her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You're playing with fire, darlin'," he whispers, his voice low and rough. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer still. His hands wander down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze. "You sure you can handle it?"

She gasps softly as he touches her, her body responding to his touch. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Trager," she whispers back, her eyes locking with his.

"Is that so?" He grins, nipping at her ear. "We'll see about that."

He scoops her up into his arms, holding her against his chest with ease. He strides over to the couch, setting her down on it before crawling over her, his body covering hers. He takes her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "You still think you can handle it, doll?" She shivers as he holds her pinned beneath him, his body pressed against hers. She can feel his heat, his strength, the hardness of his muscles.

She meets his gaze boldly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I know I can handle it. But can you handle me, old man?"

He chuckles moving his lips hovering over hers but a loud knocking comes from the door once more causing them both to groan

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU" The voice of the woman breaks through ruining the moment.

Tig growls in frustration, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Damn it," he mutters. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair "Let's just ignore her hmm? she has to leave eventually"

She sighs "Tiggy, baby, we are not having sex in earshot of that woman total mood killer"

He sighs heavily "I could kill her if you want.. I'm sure no one would miss the old hag" he offers only half joking.

She swats his chest laughing "Don't you dare, she'll end up haunting me forever" she pouts.

Tig laughs, amused by her playful swat. "Okay, no killing the old bat," he agrees reluctantly holding his hands up.

"But seriously, how do we shut her up? You deserve to be able to make as much noise as you want in here without being hassled by some nosy neighbor."

She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I don't know... maybe I could talk to her again and try to reason with her. Or we could get some soundproofing for the walls."

He frowns thinking for a moment "...or you could just move in with me...you could sell this place or rent it out...I have a spare room you could turn into your own space if you want...I dont think it's too soon" he asks again completely sincere.

She looks at him, surprised by his proposal. "Move in with you? But... are you sure? I mean, it's a big step."

She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of her is intrigued by the idea. Living with Tig would certainly be different than living alone, but the thought of waking up next to him every morning is pretty appealing...

"I'm sure," he says firmly. "I want you closer to me, and it would solve the nosy neighbor problem. Plus, I could keep you safe easier."

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of her hair out of her face. "Besides, I like the thought of waking up with you every morning."

Chibs

Chibs and his girl were at the mall, walking up to the escalator hand in hand. While going up, Chibs' sharp eyes caught sight of something unpleasant. He saw a man standing a step bellow them discreetly aiming his phone under his girl's dress, attempting to take a picture.

Without skipping a beat, Chibs snatches the phone out of his hand. He holds it firmly, staring the man down. The creep froze, realizing he'd been caught, his eyes darting around nervously.

Chibs' grip on the phone tightened. He glanced at his girl who was visibly uncomfortable and quickly caught onto the situation, her cheeks flushing with anger.

"Ye thought ye could just take pictures of my girl without being seen, eh? Not on my watch," Chibs growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He opens the phone Chibs flicks through the images on the man's phone, each one more sickening than the last. His anger mounts as he realizes this creep has been a repeat offender, taking pictures of alot of unsuspecting women at the mall.

His jaw clenches tightly as his eyes narrow on the man, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Ye got quite the habit, don't ye? Takin' pictures up lassies' skirts without their knowledge," he seethes.

He hands the phone to his girl, making sure she sees the evidence. She looks at the pictures, her expression a mix of disgust and anger.

"I'll take care of this, don't ye worry," Chibs reassures her, turning his undivided attention back to the guy. His voice is firm and commanding, "Ye've got some explainin' to do, laddie. What's yer name?"

But they've reached the top now the man quickly trys to scramble past wanting to get away. Despite the man's attempt to flee, Chibs' reflexes are lightning fast. Before the guy can take 2 steps away, Chibs seizes him by the collar, yanking him firmly back.

"Nah, ye ain't goin' anywhere," Chibs hisses, his grip like iron, effectively boxing him in.

A small group has gathered around seeing the commotion his girlfriend quickly explains what's going on with a shaky voice so they don't get the wrong idea about what Chibs was doing handing the phone to a dad wearing dog tags with his two teen daughters so he can see for himself. The dad looks at the phone, his expression hardening as he sees the pictures. He passes the phone to one of the older girls, who also peeks at the images. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispers.

The crowd surrounding them grows, with murmurs of disgust and outrage. Chibs holds the man firmly, his eyes scanning the gathering crowd.

The dad and few other men from the crowd help him hold the man down on the ground, none of them caring if they hurt him or not.

The man squirms in the grip of Chibs and the other men, but it's useless against their combined strength. Chibs holds him tight, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"Nuh-uh, laddie. Ye ain't gettin' away from this," he growls.

One guy in the crowd heads off to fetch mall security, and they arrive within a few minutes, taking the situation in.

The security guard approaches Chibs and the rest of the men holding the man prisoner. "What's going on here?" he asks, a sense of authority in his voice.

"This creep was takin' pictures up my girl's skirt on the escalator," Chibs explains, his voice a dangerous rumble.The security guard's eyes widen slightly as he nods in understanding, he then turns to address the man. "Is this true?"

"I... um... I...," the man stutters, his protests falling flat under the intense gazes of Chibs and the others.

"Save yer excuses, laddie," Chibs interrupts, his tone firm. "We all know what ye were doin'. There's the proof, right in yer damn phone."

The security guard nods, taking the phone from from her to have a look. His expression hardens as he goes through the images. The man's face is a mask of shame and fear as he's cornered.

"Alright, we'll be taking him into custody, and call the police" the security guard says to the crowd around them. "You can all return to your day now."

The people gradually disperse, the thrill of the spectacle wearing off. Chibs nods at the security guard. "Make sure he pays the price for what he's done," he adds, his voice hard and unforgiving.The man is taken away by the security guard, struggling but ultimately unable to escape.

Chibs turns to his girlfriend who still looks shaken. He puts his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Are ye alright, love?" he asks gently, his voice softer now the immediate threat is gone."I... I think so," she says quietly, her hand clinging to his. "I just can't believe someone would actually do that."

Chibs tightens his grip on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Aye, it's sick. But ye don's have to worry about him no more. He's goin' to get just what he deserves."

Chibs gently kisses the side of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. He draws her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively.

"I'm sorry ye had to go through all that, lass," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't worry, I'm here for ye."

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dallianceangel · 6 months ago

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I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

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tuesdayaddamss · 15 days ago

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sun to me, chibs telford.

part ii. riding bitch

summary: chibs is sort of a gentleman. maybe.

warnings: vulgarity, i think that’s it.

author’s note: i dunno how i feel about this one, folks. but at least my loves are interacting now :,)

word count: 3482.

it’s almost midnight when chibs finally gets away from luanne delaney, what should’ve been a brief meeting having turned into an hours-long affair. it seems that they’d been slacking on their end of the partnership as of late, the sons, and luanne had plenty of complaints to make about it. frankly, chibs wouldn’t give a shit about the studio, if not for all of the money it brought in. cash, and especially of the legal sort, was something that the club sorely needs right about now.

bobby was usually the one to handle all of their finances, as treasurer, and the studio is jax’s baby, but seeing as they’re both in stockton for the next fourteen months, he’s the one left to juggle it all.

already, he’s feeling the weight that they’d placed on his shoulders when they’d been locked up. there’s still opie, and piney, but the latter isn’t much help, alcoholic, nearly ancient bastard that he is. kozik’s hanging around to lend a hand, and they’re looking into new prospects, but it’s like he’s trying to guide a sleigh missing half its dogs. not easy. even harder since gemma’s going to be house-bound for the foreseeable future with an ankle monitor to see it through. it’d be a lot easier if the matriarch was around to ensure smooth sailing. she’s still able to run teller-morrow, thankfully, but they’ve all been spoiled, chibs included. they’re used to her being there to catch them whenever they stumble.

that adrenaline high that he’s been riding for the last three days is starting to wane. reality’s bearing down on him, now that it was all settling down, he’s tired. that sort’ve exhaustion that he can feel all the way down to his bones, tugging at the thin nerves that tie his eyeballs to the sockets. with abel safe and sound, jimmy o'phelan in the ground where he belongs, and june stahl and her ATF buddies out of their hair at last, all that’s left to do is grunt work.

skulking through the halls of caracara, and avoiding detection in the process, is much like navigating shark infested waters. he’d enjoyed it at first, they all did, how the girls were always vying for their attention. chibs can admit that he’d dipped his toes in said waters more than once, like any man with a dick in his pants would.

but he learned the hard way that it’s better not to shit where he eats. greed runs thick in these women — they don’t just want to fuck, they want to stay. to reap the benefits of being an ol’ lady without putting in any of the work. loving a son isn’t for the weak, and chibs could confidently say that none of them have what it takes. there are very few that do.

he’s grateful for the fresh air when he gets outside, away from the odor and humidity, the constant cacophony of squelching and moaning. caracara is stationed away from the rest of charming, private, meaning that it was always a little darker and quieter at night than it would be anywhere else. it may have even been peaceful, if he didn’t know what was going on inside.

so late at night, the parking lot should be deserted. the only people left inside were luanne, and a handful of the girls that work the night-cams. everyone else had left hours ago — rather, almost everyone. a lone body loiters outside, and chibs almost doesn’t notice her, shrouded in shadows like she is. it’s the gentle, orange glow of her cigarette, illuminating her tawny skin in such a way that she appears somewhat ghostly, that reveals her to him. it takes him a moment to recognize the cutting edge of her jaw and the usual, smokey makeup she wears, but when he does, chibs is surprised. he’d have thought that she’d be long gone, since luanne had mentioned her having school on weekdays.

he changes course, making a beeline for her as she scowls down at her phone. “tatum,” her dark eyes flutter up to him, thin shoulders flinching with fright. the poor girl looks miserable – irritated, with gooseflesh across every inch of her skin, as if she'd been standing in the cold for hours. “everythin’ a’right, lass?”

“hi, chibs,” she offers him a wobbly smile, wrapping her arms around herself. she seems to relax as she sees that it’s him, not a threat. to her, at least.

they’ve never spoken much, merely a smile and a wave whenever they happen to cross paths. there’s always been miles of distance in between tatum james and the sons of anarchy, and he can’t, doesn’t, hold that against her. not only had she spent most of her life on the reservation, but why would she want anything to do with the world that, as far as she knows, her father had left her for? whatever image she has of them had been skewed and muddled by happy’s blatant abandonment.

but they’ve always kept an eye on her, as she’s still theirs no matter how estranged. he knows that gemma has checked in on her often over the years, trying to maintain whatever loose ties there were between her and them, and the sons have kept her out of the line of fire. tatum’s a sweet girl, from what chibs knows of her. she keeps her nose clean enough and keeps busy. up until she’d moved here a few months ago, he’d rarely even seen her in charming. but now that happy’s incarcerated, as of last week, she’s chibs’s responsibility. he’d been meaning to catch her, give her the lay of their land, but hasn’t yet had the chance. he hadn’t quite imagined their conversation happening at midnight, in the studio’s parking lot, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“i’m fine, just trying to get a hold of someone to pick me up,” when she sees his raised brow, indicating that her answer isn't going to cut it, she sighs. “my car won’t start.”

he tuts in disapproval, sure that happy had told her to call him if she needed anything, and being stranded at this hour certainly constitutes needing a ride home, at least. “jesus, how long ‘ve you been out here?” he doesn’t actually wait for an answer before gesturing for her to hand him her keys, clambering into the driver’s side when she does.

and sure enough, when he turns the key, the engine gives a pitiful cough and goes silent again. “should’ve said sumthin’.” he scolds lightly. a brother’s daughter or not, no twenty year old girl should be out, alone, in the middle of the night. the sons might not be gentlemen by any means, but they have morals, for fuck’s sake. she’s a young, pretty thing. and this world’s no place for those.

“didn’t know you were here,” she excuses, though chibs is sure that she’d noticed his bike, and that happy had left her his number. he graciously chooses not to call her out on her fib, unable to fault her for her pride. she is her father’s daughter. “i was gonna bring it to the res later on this week, have my stepdad look at it. it’s been acting funny, but i didn’t expect it to shit out like this,”

he hums, handing her keys back to her as he closes the door. standing, he practically towers over her – she’s a wee girl, skin and bones, but with a pretty face. if not for her blood and age, he might’ve appreciated her thick lashes and dimples more. “next time, call the garage. piney’ll pick it up firs’ thing tomorrow, we’ll get you right.”

“thanks,” she murmurs, and he’s tempted to remind her that it isn’t necessary. she may not know him well, or at all, but they’ll always look out for their own. but he won’t argue it right now – she’ll understand it one day.

he knows why happy has kept her away, why he’s tried so hard to leave her in the dark. chibs is all too familiar with his brother’s struggle in regards to his daughter. their situations were similar, in many ways – happy might not have had a gun to his head when he’d been forced away, but there was a gun involved, and he had been forced. but still, he feels for tatum. she deserves to know the full truth, and to know where she comes from. he’d even go as far as to say that happy owes it to her.

he watches her flick the butt of her cigarette, stained with gloss, to the asphalt, his teeth itching in envy. though he cringes when he notices her heeled sandals – between the shoes and skirt, she’s not suited for a ride whatsoever, but it’s not like there’s much of an option. he can’t, won’t, leave her to fend for herself, and all he has is his bike. he’ll just have to ride carefully, it seems.

“c’mon,” he urges, jerking his chin towards his dyna. “i’ll bring you home.” he watches her look down at her outfit, and then to the bike warily, likely thinking the same thing he is. he can only imagine how many times happy had drilled into her head to dress for the slide, not for the ride.

usually, chibs would agree. he might not always take his own safety seriously enough, but hers is a different story. happy would filet him if any harm came to tatum whilst she’s under his care. but desperate times call for desperate measures, and neither of them had planned on her riding bitch tonight.

he stows her purse in the saddlebags for her, taking off his kutte long enough to shed the leather jacket he wears beneath and handing it to her. “won’t do much for you if we crash, but at least you won’t catch your death,”

“is that something i should be worried about?” she retorts, and he almost smiles when he sees how his coat dwarves her, falling past the hem of her denim skirt. “crashing?”

there’s little inflection in her tone, and it takes him a beat to realize that she’s teasing him. given how tense she’s been, he��d begun to worry that she was afraid of him. he wouldn’t have blamed her if she was – there’s nothing about him that’s particularly welcoming. not the kutte, certainly not the scars. he’d grown used to women who didn't know him being wary of him, crossing the street when he happened to end up behind them. but he thinks that tatum just lives in a state of perpetual anxiety and outward disinterest.

“only if you distract me,” he grins, glad to see the twinkle of amusement in her eye, beckoning her closer with a crook of his finger. when she’s in arms’ reach, he takes her hands in his to roll the sleeves up, kindly ignoring how her cheeks flush at their proximity.

“what about you?” she frowns as he shoves his helmet on her head, after he works his gloves over her manicured fingers, but she doesn’t protest as he pushes her dark hair behind her ears and buckles the strap beneath her chin.

“i’ve got a hard head, love.” he’d been told more than once that his skull was made out of steel. after the car bomb that had resulted in brain surgery, his brothers liked to joke that he must be immortal. all the shit he’d been through, it’s a reasonable assumption. assholes always die last, after all.

he fits himself into the familiar leather seat, extending a hand to aid her as she climbs on behind him. he keeps his eyes straight ahead as she situates, struggling to maintain her modesty due to her attire – the color of her underwear wasn’t something he plans on discovering tonight. he’s not tig.

it’s rare that he has anyone on the back of his bike. that’s an honor that very few have, certainly none of his casual lays, and he doesn’t have any ol’ lady – even fiona, when they were happily married, before it took a hard left turn all those years ago, was scarcely caught in the bitch seat. she’d never cared for this part of his life: the wheels and the reaper, the mayhem. having tatum riding with him is strange, uncharted territory, but not quite uncomfortable. she’s warm against his back, and she doesn’t strangle him as her arms coil around his middle, covered palms flat to his chest.

he slides his glasses onto his nose – the one bit of protective wear that he couldn’t afford to give over, as he needs to see – and pats her hands lightly as he coaxes his beast to life. “hold on,” he warns, as if she wasn’t already, and then they’re tearing out of the parking lot.

tatum’s been on plenty of motorcycles in her life – happy’s, her old boyfriend’s, and her cousins’ a handful of times – but riding with chibs felt different somehow. they all rode as if the devil was nipping at their tires, but he takes it like a bird in flight. maybe it’s because he has a passenger, but every turn is taken smoothly and each bump in the road is skillfully avoided, and he does it so effortlessly. he makes riding seem like an art form, she can almost imagine the things that his tires paint across the asphalt as they spin.

the drive from caracara to the reserve, the apartment complex where she lives, only takes ten minutes most days, but it’s double that tonight – chibs takes the backroads, and she assumes it’s to avoid being pulled over due to his lack of a helmet – and as ready as she is to crawl into bed, she doesn’t mind too much. she plasters herself onto his back, speaking only when he’d ask for some direction, and she can almost forget who this man is, and how she barely knows him from adam.

though, admittedly, the wind burns her bare legs and she has to shove her face in between his shoulder blades, her forehead resting against the embellished reaper’s, to avoid bugs flying into her eyes. she’s grateful for chibs’s sacrifice of his gloves and jacket, knowing that she’d be frozen solid if not for it. california’s well known, loved and loathed, for its heat, but the nighttime chill is brutal, and tatum had planned to be inside of her comfortably heated car by the time the temperature dropped. she can picture the scowl on happy’s face if he ever found out that she’d rode in a skirt and heels. he’d be horrified, and while she usually loves to stick it to her old man, this isn’t necessarily her preferred method of defiance.

the bones in her legs feel as if they’d been liquified when they finally reach her home, and if not for chibs’s hand catching her elbow, she’d likely be chewing on gravel. she merely prays that her dismount had been graceful enough not to flash him. thank god for the blown light posts that are supposed to illuminate the parking lot, limiting his view somewhat.

he gratefully accepts his helmet and gloves when she hands them to him, leaving them in his lap so that could light the cigarette he’s clearly been dying for, but stops her when she starts to unzip his jacket. “you’ll need it in the morn’ when i take you to school,” he informs her, accent dissecting every word. “an’ wear pants, too. i’ll grab a spare helmet from TM.”

she blinks, unsure how to feel about that. she wasn’t offering, so much as he was telling. if it was any other man, or anyone at all, she would’ve scoffed and told them to take a long walk off of a short pier. but he had a way of making it sound less patronzing than it should’ve, and more friendly. “you don’t have to do that,” she denies, fingers still lingering on the zipper. “i can find a ride.”

“i don’t mind.” he says it casually, but there’s an edge of finality to it that tatum, for some reason unbeknownst to her, can’t find it within herself to argue. that’s that on that, then.

she doesn’t even have the chance to thank him before he’s speaking again, his expression more solemn now, serious. he looked younger when he smiled, but when he takes this look, chibs is beyond his fair share of years. “listen,” she watches the marlboro bob in his mouth as he talks, shoving her hands in her – his – pockets when she realizes that she isn’t free to go quite yet. “things are… tense with the club right now. your da’s asked me to look out for you while he’s away, an’ i plan on doin’ so, aye?”

she nods, because, really, she isn’t too sure what he wants from her. she’s not samcro, never has been. what danger could she possibly be in?

“just stay close. if anythin’ happens, you call me.” he gives her a pointed look that makes her squirm, clearly referring to how she’d stood outside of caracara for two hours before chibs had shown up to rescue her like some knight in tattered leather. “if we go on lockdown, i need you in the clubhouse. and if you need to leave charming, to see maria or sumthin’, you let me know so that i can come with you.”

her eye twitches, and a part of her is tempted to tell him where he can shove his rules. she’s, for a moment, reminded of happy, who has a bad habit of treating her like a child no matter how old she gets. but chibs isn’t looking at her like that – tatum doesn’t honestly know what that look on his weathered face means, but it isn’t that. happy sometimes made her feel like she was being put on a leash, scrutinized, but chibs felt more like an eye in the sky, distant but still protective. it was lost on her as to why. her dad told her that the scot would be around, but she hadn’t thought much about it. she didn’t figure that he’d take his job so seriously.

“okay.” she says, the words yes sir heavy on the tip of her tongue. chibs seems like that type, who demands respect simply by being. the way he straddles his hog reminds her of a king on his throne.

and then he smiles again, the harsh lines of his face softening, and that funny feeling in her chest lessens some. even with the scars that mutilate either cheek, and the silver that bleeds into his hair, he’s a handsome man. maybe even because of that. and if he wasn’t who he is, she might’ve appreciated that more. “it’s the community college, aye?” he waits for her to nod before continuing. “what time d’you have to be there?”

“seven,” she understands wholeheartedly when he cringes at that, and wouldn’t blame him if he rescinded his offer. but he doesn’t.

“you oughta get sum’ sleep then,” he fishes her old, thrifted purse out of his bike’s compartment, and she turns a little pink upon realizing that she’d forgotten all about it. “i’ll see in the morn’.”

she hesitates before bidding him goodnight, biting down hard on her lip as she considers her next words. he piques a brow when he sees the words bubbling up in her throat, urging her on. “if you talk to happy, could you tell him that i didn’t mean to miss his call?” she asks sheepishly, remembering the notification that had glared at her yesterday afternoon. “i was working, i didn’t hear my phone go off.”

she would’ve just waited for him to call again, but she wasn’t sure that he would. if he thought that she was ignoring him, he’d back off to give her the space she apparently wanted. but that wasn’t the case at all, and it isn’t distance that she longs for. as much as she loathes bringing her and happy’s business up, even to one of his brothers, she knows that chibs is more likely to get a call before she does.

his eyes soften, the thick hazel lightening like butter melting on a hot day. “aye, lass. i’ll let ‘im know.” she thinks that maybe chibs telford knows more than he lets on. her father must care for him an awful lot, trust him.

she thanks him, offering him a smile that she means, before turning on her heel. “night, chibs.”

“g’night, tatum.” her name sounds odd on his tongue, butchered and rearranged in a way that makes it just a little bit lovelier than it usually is.

she doesn’t hear the snarl of his bike again until she’s inside, both deadbolt’s locked behind her.

author’s note: i ❤️ foreshadowing.

tags: @jaysmentalspace

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Old Lady - 1

A/N: Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day, Shogatso and any other holiday I may have missed! I know not all of these are celebrated on the 24th-25th but I wanted to include them anyway. I hope it's alright, I wanted to be inclusive but if it's somehow offensive or incorrect or wrong, I'm sorry and I hope all of you have had a wonderful holiday up to now and all the way through to the end. I love all of you, happy Holidays!<3

(Warnings: mentions of smut, blood, descriptions of getting shot, angst, Nosocomephobia, Latrophobia, it’s a fun one y’all lol sorry)

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You sighed heavily with a smile as you got out of your car, closing the door and approaching the men sitting by a table, drinking and smoking and chatting, your eyes instantly finding his salt and pepper hair, a warm feeling forming in your stomach, like warm butterflies that spread throughout your entire body. You grinned as you saw how he noticed you, slowly getting up, taking off his sunglasses and practically throwing them on the ground as he moved towards you. You couldn’t hold in the tears as you ran to him, jumping up and hugging him tightly as he caught you, taking a deep breath, taking him in, the feel of him, the scent he always carried around of whiskey, motor oil and leather. You sighed heavily again and hugged him tighter before parting from him, Chibs still holding you up by your ass. “God, I missed you” you said with a light chuckle, Chibs grinning and kissing you briefly before resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed “I missed yer too love, missed ya so fuckin’ much” he whispered and you giggled, kissing him as he let you down, your feet hitting the ground but his hands stayed on your ass as he continued to kiss you “how was Denmark, eh? Went back a second time” he murmured against your lips and you nodded with a grin “wet, cold, amazing… I missed it… spent so much time over there, I had to get back” you admitted, Chibs nodding with a smirk “aye, I know, still glad to have ye back, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing you again, his hand grabbing your ass even harder, pulling you against him. “Get a room!” Juice yelled jokingly. “No!” Tig shouted back and you couldn’t help but laugh at them “didn’t miss them as much, though” you admitted, Chibs’ arm around your shoulders, your fingers entwined as you walked towards the boys. Jax got up and hugged you as you let go of Chibs to hug him back, Tig instantly being the next to stand up, arms open and you gently shook your head “no, not this time” you laughed, Tig’s smile falling and he frowned at you “why does Jax get one and I don’t?” he pouted and you couldn’t help but laugh more “because you always get a boner” you pointed out, Chibs smirking at Tigs “aye, ya do. Can’t say I blame ya tho’” Chibs said and gently put a hand on your lower back, you turned to face him, smiling up at him lovingly “which reminds me, excuse us gentlemen” he said and in one swift motion picked you up over his shoulder, smacking your ass as you yelped and he carried you inside the club house.

“Chibs! Put me down” you laughed and tried to hit his back but he just slapped your ass in return “not yet love” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh more as the boys, except for Tig, cheered him on. “I’m going to have my head smacked against something” you said as you tried to stop laughing, feeling Chibs shrug as he walked down the hallway “don’ worry, I’ll give ya bruise a kiss if tha’s the case” he said jokingly and you scoffed, deciding to accept your fate as he opened the door, carried you inside, kicked the door shut and then placed you down on his bed, immediately kissing you as if you were his last life line, his last hope for salvation.

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You frowned as you listened to what the guys were talking about. Chibs’ hand was on your waist as you sat on his lap, pretending to be on your phone when in reality you were listening in on what they were saying. “I don’t like it” you suddenly said, not even looking up from your phone as you continued to pretend to be occupied, though your attention was still mostly on the boys. Chibs frowned at you, his grip on your hips tightening briefly to get your attention on him “what? Why?” he asked and you shrugged, putting your phone away and giving the group your full attention “something’s up with you and Clay, Jax… and I don’t like it… something’s wrong, like-... like a rift between you two?” you asked with a deeper frown, Chibs mulling over your words as Jax shrugged “don’t worry darlin’, just some father-son shit, ain’t nothing to worry about” he said and you rolled your eyes “sure, and I’m the Queen of England” you said sarcastically, Jax scoffing at you with a smirk while Chibs chuckled, his hand giving your hip a quick gentle slap “tha’ would make me a king, wouldn’t it?” he asked with a smirk and you scoffed “only if you marry me, darling, until then, you’re just my concubine… my side-piece” you said with a smirk, leaning down and kissing him before getting up and walking towards Gemma, the guys laughing with Chibs while some of them wolf whistled, much to Chibs’ slight annoyance.

“Hey Gem, you need any help?” you asked, pointing to the boxes she was struggling with, not even waiting for a reply before you picked up two boxes on top of each other “where to?” you asked and Gemma smirked at you “back room, we got Bobby’s welcome home party tonight, stocking up” she explained as she led the way, you hot on her heels. “Are crow eaters gonna be there?” you asked with a bitter taste in your mouth, nose scrunching up in a grimace as you put the boxes down, Gemma chuckling lightly “yeah, but I doubt you’ll have any trouble, if you do, just do what I taught you” she said and put a hand on her hip as she leaned against a wall, watching you organize the boxes and taking stock of what alcohol you had and didn’t have “go for the face, elbow in the tits” you said and Gemma chuckled again “that’s my girl” she praised, walking out of the storage room with you. You smiled at Chibs and walked over again, leaning down and kissing him, one of his hands gently cupping your cheek as you parted “I’m going to go get some booze for the party, we’ve run out of whiskey” you said and Chibs smirked “what have I done to deserve ya lass?” he asked lovingly and you chuckled “want alphabetically or chronologically ordered lists?” you asked jokingly and Chibs leaned up and kissed you again, completely forgetting that the guys were watching, though Tigs was watching with more interest than he should have, but luckily he looked away just when Chibs parted from you, so he wouldn’t see him staring. Chibs lightly smacked your ass “alright, on yer way” he said and you scoffed “careful, I might buy irish” you said and Chibs looked annoyed “no irish!” he shouted after you as you went to your car, a big grin on your lips. “Hate the way it fuckin’ tastes” Chibs muttered, eyes still on you as you got in your car and drove away, Jax smirking at him as well as Clay, making Chibs frown confused “wha’?” he asked and Jax exchanged a look with Clay and laughed “you better marry her soon, or I will” he joked and Chibs scoffed “ye got Tara” he pointed out and Jax laughed, Juice and Chibs joined in but Tigs just looked slightly sour.

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You sighed as you carried the box of Scotch Whiskey to your car, putting it on the floor of the car in the back seat and making sure the box wouldn’t fall or slide too much from side to side while you drove. “Help! Someone please help!” a woman screamed, catching your attention, you frowned at her and quickly hurried over after locking your car “what’s the problem?” you asked, she looked frantic, horrified even. “T-There’s this g-guy and h-he’s bleeding and my phone is dead and I don’t think he’s breathing!” she said as she moved into an alley, you right behind her as you handed her your phone, running the way she was pointing “call an ambulance!” you called and ran into the alley she had pointed towards, only to be found with nothing. Some big trash cans but otherwise nothing, no one was here. “Fuck” you mumbled, turning around only to come face to face with a white man, a peace tattoo almost right on his throat and suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your gut. You didn’t even hear the shot until after, or maybe you just didn’t register it until you looked down at your bleeding stomach. Your eyes widened and you stumbled ever so slightly back, looking at the guy as he just walked away, leaving you to die. You felt your eyes water, your chest felt as though you could barely breathe, you didn’t even whimper, it was like you had been kicked in the chest, all air knocked out of you as you supported yourself against a wall, leaning against it as you walked out of the alley. You let out a small cry as you fell once the wall ended, the hard ground scraping your skin as you let out a small whimper when you tried to crawl further onto the walkway. You didn’t have the energy to call out, to cry for help, all you could do was clutch your gut and cry silently.

You closed your eyes tightly as you tried to deal with the pain, not seeing a person running towards you, you only noticed them when they tilted you onto your back and pressed down on your stomach, causing you to cry out at the pain it caused. You opened your eyes to find Hale, looking down at you as he was saying something but you were too caught up in the pain, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lifted you up so your head was on his shoulder, his hand still pressing down on your stomach. “It’s alright, you’re alright” he whispered, holding you close to him as you cried “help is on the way, I promise, just stay with me” he whispered, feeling how cold your skin was, his frown deepening as he looked around him frantically, sirens blaring in the distance “t-tattoo…” you whimpered, Hale frowning down at you “what?” he asked and you cried as you felt another wave of burning pain rush through you “he had a t-tattoo” you whimpered and lifted a bloody hand where you had seen the tattoo “a p-peace-” you were cut off as you felt Hale shift as the paramedics arrived, Hale being forced to move out of the way as they took over, but he stayed by your side. “Peace? A tattoo with ‘Peace’ on it?” he asked desperately and you whimpered as you shook your head when they lifted you up on the stretcher “n-no, s-symbol” you managed, Hale nodding as they put you in the ambulance, getting up in it without another word, holding your bloody hand as the ambulance drove off.

“You’re okay, you’re okay” he whispered and you couldn’t help but chuckle through the tears and pain, the pain fading into a cold sensation, a numb feeling that you barely registered “y-you’re a t-terrib-ble liar” you said through tears, Hale scoffing as he forced a smile for your sake “only when it’s with you” he said and you smiled weakly “I-I k-k-know” you stuttered, wincing in pain as the ambulance made it over a bump, shaking you body. Everything felt like glass, as though you were so close to breaking apart into a million pieces. You opened your eyes again and looked at Hale “C-Chibs… h-he d-d-doesn’t know, they’re g-getting re-ready for Bobby’s-.... Bobby’s party” you stuttered out and Hale sighed “I’ll call him, get him from the club myself, but only once you’re okay” he said and you nodded, eyes closing without your permission “I l-love him, H-Hale… I wish…. wish we could’ve been married… I’ve always wanted to wear one of those big dresses… all white… all pretty for him” you slurred with a blissful smile at the image you saw before you, you in a white dress, walking towards Chibs with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, an adoring look in his eyes, nerves fluttering in your stomach with excitement, the image was enough to dull out the pain, your head tilting slightly to one side, the monitor you were hooked up to gave a flat line as Hale watched in horror, holding your cold hand as you were no longer gripping it, the paramedic beginning CPR while Hale just sat there, eyes wide with horror, tears slowly forming in his eyes as he watched your pale, lifeless body as it moved whenever the paramedic pushed harshly on your chest. Hale flinched as the heart monitor began to beep again, but you didn’t wake up, it was as though you were already dead.

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Hale got out of his car and slowly approached the group that was outside. Jax, Clay, Tigs, Juice, Chibs and Gemma, all talking until they saw a blood covered Hale walk over, eyes on the ground as if he didn’t dare look at them “jesus, Hale, the fuck happened to you?” Jax asked but his joking demeanor faded as Hale just looked directly at Chibs “(Y/N)... she was shot, I was in the ambulance with her a-and she flatlined and-” he could barely finish his sentence, Chibs pushing past him, getting on his bike and driving off at full speed, most definitely over the speed-limit, leaving them all there as Hale just stood there, Gemma approaching him, taking in his shocked state “is she alive? Is my baby girl alive?” she asked quickly with worry and he nodded “the paramedics brought her back… she’s in surgery, but I promised her I’d get Chibs as soon as I could...” he said and Gemma nodded, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the group, all of them horrified at the prospect of losing you.

The rest of the club met Chibs at the hospital, his leg bouncing as he sat in a chair, staring at the ground, occasionally getting up whenever a doctor walked by, only to sit back down, just as disappointed as the last time a doctor walked by. Jax approached and sat down next to him, sighing heavily “Hale told me what happened… she’s gonna make it, she’s strong. She pulled herself out of an alley with a gut wound and then managed to tell who did it, no way in hell she’s dying on us” he said and Chibs looked at him with tears in his eyes, Jax pulling him into a tight hug. Clay sat on the other side of Chibs and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it in a comforting manner.

The entire group spent the next ten hours waiting, stiff as a board whenever a doctor walked by, only to go back to the agonizing waiting time. Finally, a doctor walked up to them, blood covering their scrubs and Chibs instantly stood up, approaching him with a frown on his face “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked and Chibs nodded, the doctor sighing “stopping the bleeding and making sure she didn’t bleed out was by far the toughest thing about this surgery, she was in pretty bad shape but she pulled through, we’ve induced her in a medical coma so she can heal properly, it was a difficult wound to operate on. She will be in the coma for a few days, maybe a week, if everything goes according to the plan, you can be there when we take her out of the medically induced coma, though only the closest family” he informed and without thinking Chibs just spoke “Can I see ‘er now?” he asked desperately and the doctor sighed “yes, but she’s still out. I’ll lead you to her room” he said and turned, hearing multiple footsteps, turning once again to see the entire group following him, stopping abruptly as he stopped, waiting impatiently for him to continue walking once more to lead them to your room. The doctor hesitated but seeing the patches they were carrying, the name, he let them follow him to your room even though it broke procedure. He let them inside and took in the group, these dangerous bikers, all watching your unconscious form with immense worry, it made a small smile form on his lips. “You’ll have to be gone by visiting hours” he informed and left the room. Chibs instantly held your hand, noticing some dried blood on your throat, a circle with three sloppy lines inside of it. Chibs got up and leaned closer, still holding your hand with one while pointing at the symbol with the other “the fuck is this?” he asked quietly, Jax walking over and leaning closer, narrowing his eyes before looking up at Chibs with a small smirk. “Hale said she identified her attacker via a tattoo… she must have drawn this while she was still conscious, this has to be where the tattoo she saw was… told you she was strong” Jax informed, Gemma walking closer to see the bloodied spot, her entire body nearly shaking with anger at the sight of you unconscious, wounded and barely hanging on by a thread. “Baby? Ge-” Gemma left the room before Clay could finish, hurrying down the hallway as quickly as her heels allowed her, heading for the pediatric section when she finally found her. “Gemma? What’s happened? Are you-”

“Someone shot (Y/N)... someone shot my girl, Tara, and I don’t trust these pussy doctors not to fuck things up, you know how she feels about hospitals, all they’ll do if she panics is dope her up on whatever the hell they’ve got and you and I both know what that’ll do to her, these doctors don’t know who they’re dealing with, it’ll be shit for her” Gemma hissed in anger, Tara frowning at her before realizing the gravity of the situation. “Oh my god… oh my god! Is she alright?”

“She pulled through surgery… she saw his tattoo and drew it on herself with her own fucking blood to identify him, Tara” Gemma whispered in a harsh tone, Tara thinking things over before nodding to herself, walking into the empty chapel with Gemma and sitting down. “Oh my god… Did Hale get a description?”

“Yeah… you gotta look after her, these damn doctors don’t know shit, she hates hospitals, Tara… she’ll freak out when she wakes up and they’ll try to drug her and it’ll only freak her out even more” Gemma muttered in anger, Tara nodding softly “it’s okay, I’ll check in on her as much as possible, I promise…” Tara whispered, Gemma nodding after a second or two of silence before turning around to walk back into the hospital room where you were laying.

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The steady sounds of the heart monitor beeping was like a headache that wouldn’t go away, it’d disappear for a second only to come back. “Turn it off” you slurred, wincing a little as you tried to move, your eyes opening to look up at Chibs who smiled down at you with tired eyes. “Hey there, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead, lingering there before pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed as his breath wavered when he took in a breath of air. “Where am I?” you slurred, looking around with a frown as Chibs sat back down at your side, holding one of your hands “yer in the hospital, love, ya got shot…” Chibs murmured, a frown on your brow as you began to remember things before passing out. “Blonde, good ass…” you slurred, Chibs frowning at you with confusion. “The woman… blonde bob-cut hair, practically the perfect image of a daddy’s girl, good ass from what I saw… she was-... screaming for help, saying some guy was bleeding in an alley and that her phone was-... fucking shit I gave her my phone” you cursed in a slurred voice as you remembered, Chibs unable to not smile, gently shaking his head at you “that’s the first thing yer worried about? Yer damn phone?” he asked with amusement, a tired smirk on your lips as you looked at him “hey, I got some very private texts and pictures on that phone from my old man, I don’t want some blonde skank to go through my phone” you murmured, Chibs chuckling lightly. “How long has it been? Has Bobby gotten out yet?”

“Aye, ‘bout three weeks ago, love, but don’t you worry ‘bout that now, eh? Want you to heal properly-”

“Fuck that, I can’t stand that goddamn heart monitor, get me out of here-”

“Love-”

“I’m serious, get me out of here, I’ll sleep at the clubhouse, I have Tara’s number, I’m good-”

“I ain’t, ‘m not lettin’ yer outta this hospital before yer ready to do somersaults, love…”

“You’re going to wait a very long time because I couldn’t even do that before I got shot, I can’t do it with my fat ass” you joked lightly, Chibs smirking as he leaned over you, lips hovering over yours “aye, and what an arse it is” he purred, smirking when he heard the heart monitor indicate your heart rate going up. “Careful, I thought you wanted me to heal?”

“Aye, I do, but you’d have trouble bein’ careful too if you could see that arse of yours” Chibs whispered softly and dear god you were suddenly very aware at the lack of underwear these damn hospitals forced people to endure, a thin hospital gown really being the only clothing you had on. “Jesus Christ, Chibs… get me out of here” you whispered softly, pleading with him, Chibs gently shaking his head “not till yer ready-”

“Fillip, please, I’m good, I-”

“Ya have a hole through yer gut, love… yer alright in ‘ere, Happy’s alright with stayin’ guard while I’m not ‘ere” Chibs informed, a small sigh leaving you as you let yourself fall back down on your pillow “great, now I’m being guarded-”

“You were targeted, love… we got some idea who it was but we’ve never dealt with this type of shite before, ‘sides, Gemma’s been all weird as well, screamed at Clay ‘n kicked his bike-”

“Holy shit, I thought you said I’ve only been out for three weeks?”

“Ya have, love… shite’s fallin’ apart without yer, ‘bout a week after yer got shot, Gem’s got into an accident” Chibs’ voice was soft as he held your hand in his, a sigh leaving you as you closed your eyes and shook your head softly. Your free hand moved under the covers, feeling under your gown around your wound before nodding to yourself. “I wanna go home, Chibby… I don’t want to be here, it’s too-…”

“I know, love, I know. But ya ain’t healed yet-”

“Rick Grimes was good after a week or so” you shot back, Chibs shaking his head and smirking at you “yer ain’t Rick Grimes, love” he pointed out and you groaned “ain’t that the truth” you mumbled to yourself before forcing yourself to sit up, your heart monitor beeping like a fire alarm until you pulled the thing off your finger and those weird sticky things off your chest and ribs, Chibs moving around the bed to try and get you to lay down. “Love, yer ain’t-”

“Safe here, that’s what I’m not. I’m not safe here… the garage is basically a fortress, Chibs, I’m safer there. It’s been three weeks, it’s okay” you mumbled softly, cupping his scarred cheeks in your hands before standing up, wincing ever so slightly, Chibs reluctantly helping you up and holding you as you found your footing. Suddenly the door opened and Tigs popped in, mouth open like he was about to say something, until he saw your ass hanging out of the backless hospital gown. “I uh-... I’m-... like-... totally hard right now-”

“Get the fuck out yer creep” Chibs shouted, Tigs nodding, almost out of the door when he opened it back up with a small wince, knowing he was treading on thin ice. “Just wanted to say-... Jax needs you” he stated before hurrying out of the room before the Scottsman could slaughter him like a damn pig. You couldn’t help but shake your head and chuckle at Tig, he’d always been weird, you knew that, but he’d also always had a small thing for you since you returned to Charming from abroad the first time, either he was very, very attracted to you or he had a small crush on you, though you weren’t even sure if those things were separate when it came to Tig.

“Help me get dressed?” you asked softly, Chibs looking back down at you with soft eyes “aye, but I still ain’t sure ‘bout you leavin’” he voiced before hesitantly letting go of you on the bed to get a bag Gemma had packed for you for when you got released. “I know but-... I’m not a fan of hospitals, you know that. They freak me out and I can’t get better if I’m freaked out, right? That’s what doctors say? Lots of rest and all that? I can’t relax here…” you murmured, Chibs nodding with a soft sigh as he knew you were putting it lightly “I know love…” he looked up at you, kissing your bare leg as he helped you put your clothes on and get out of the hospital gown. “Hey, Tiggy!!” you called as you pulled your shirt down your body, being mostly clothed by now, the curly haired man entering with wide eyes, probably hoping to get another look at your ass. “Check me out, will ya? And I might let you see my ankles” you joked but Tig groaned like he was unbelievably turned on by your words, making you chuckle “absolutely, doll, whatever you want” he groaned, Chibs scoffing and glaring at him, making him nod and leave the room once more.

“Yer ankles?” Chibs asked amused, a smile forming on your face as you shrugged “you know, back in the day, seeing a lady’s ankles were the equivalent to porn or public sex” you stated casually, Chibs raising a teasing eyebrow at you as he was kneeling in front of you on one knee, his hands on your thighs, thumbs softly rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your pants. “Yer sayin’ ya’d star in porn fer ‘im?” Chibs asked teasingly, a smirk forming on your lips as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his teasingly “for Tiggy? No, only for you, love” you whispered, giving him a quick kiss, hearing him groan quietly “yer’ll be the death of me, love” he murmured and you chuckled lightly before accepting his help to stand up, Tara nearly bursting through the door with Tiggy following. “Sorry, I tried to stop her-”

“You can’t check out yet, (Y/N), you’re not stable enou-”

“I’m stable enough to stand and walk, hell, even go down on my old man, I’m good” you spouted out, wincing and holding the side of your gut as you walked past her, Tig groaning quietly before following after you and Chibs, Tara hurrying after you. “You can’t sign out, you’re still healing-”

“Give me an AMA form and I’ll sign out against medical advice, I don’t-” you sighed and looked around, almost as though you were embarrassed, leaning closer to Tara with a frown “I don’t-... I don’t like hospitals, okay? And I don’t like doctors a-and nurses a-and all this medical shit” you whispered quietly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head at you “I can’t in good confidence sign you out, (Y/N)... I-”

“Good luck tryin’ to get through to ‘er, doc, she won’t stay, my Old Lady’s not stayin’ ‘ere if she don’t want to, ‘n she don’t… don’t think a damn army could stop ‘er” Chibs admitted quietly, Tara sighing before getting the necessary papers that you had to sign, stating you were leaving against medical advice. Once that was signed, you let out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the hospital, eyes closed for a brief moment “let’s go home, love” Chibs stated softly, wrapping an arm carefully around you as he walked towards the T.M truck, Tig getting on his own bike.

#SOA #Sons Of Anarchy #SOA fanfic #Sons Of Anarchy fic #Chibs Telford #Filip 'Chibs' Telford #Old Lady #Chibs x Reader #Chibs Telford x Reader

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lanadelray-gurl · 1 year ago

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Just starting re watching sons of anarchy prepare….

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller #tig trager #juice ortiz #opie winston #chibs telford #fem reader #fanfics #jax teller x reader #tig trager x reader #juice ortiz x reader #opie winston x reader #chibs telford x reader

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willowsages-blog · 10 months ago

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Unexpected visitor: chibs telford x female reader

It was lunchtime you were in the car with your toddler,

You placed her in the front seat with the car parked in the parking lot,

Giving her a few napkins in the rear view you could see someone driving a motorcycle

Chibs pulled into the parking spot on your daughter's side.

You made eye contact with him, a smiling form.

“Daddy” she cried out, as he opened the door pulling her into a soft embrace

He sat in her spot, placing her on his lap. Chibs grinned, looking over at You, placing a kiss on your lips.

#chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #sons of anarchy x reader #multi fandom blog #fanfic #oneshot #character x reader #chibs x reader

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marvelous-slut · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST - you can find all my works here on this page. I hope you enjoyed reading them just as much as I enjoyed writing them. I don’t own any of the characters in these works.

* IM TRYING TO GET MY LINKS IN ORDER SO BARE WITH ME PLS *

SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Rats

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Leather & Lace

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Call Back pt. 1

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Call Back pt. 2

Happy Lowman

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Warmth

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Bad Girlfriend

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Revenge

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Miss Me

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Familiar Faces

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Far Fetched Dreams

Tig Trager

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Trash

Juice Ortiz

Nothing here yet - coming soon

Opie Winston

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Rekindle

STRANGER THINGS

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garbinge · 1 year ago

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But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room.

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it.

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his.

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?”

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment.

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed.

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it.

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.”

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it.

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had.

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you.

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.”

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland.

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm. “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again.

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father.

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him.

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn’t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around.

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from.

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s.

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word.

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were.

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad.

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath.

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.”

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble.

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had.

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense.

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees.

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.”

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart.

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty.

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you.

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head.

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you.

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source.

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before.

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time.

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club.

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.”

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair.

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.”

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again.

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.”

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate.

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up.

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.”

Chibs took in what you said.

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.”

“Do you?”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm.

“Never stopped.”

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.”

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell.

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.”

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you.

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.”

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument.

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled.

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.”

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on.

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope.

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor.

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did.

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.”

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch.

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open.

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart.

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys.

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house.

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.”

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1.

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here.

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”

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witchthewriter · 2 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

You had gotten home much later than you promised Kayleigh.

Opening the front door and stepping in, you could feel the warmth of your home. It was cosy, even with the lights turned off, and you could feel yourself loosen up. The familiar scent of rosemary lingered in the air, a testament to the essential oils you religiously diffused. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the gentle creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet were comforting reminders of the sanctuary you had created.

Walking up the stairs, you aimed for your daughter’s room. Without fail, every single night you gave her a kiss while she was asleep. No matter what time you got home, you still did it. It let your baby girl know you were home, safe, without waking her up. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to you.

On those nights when you hadn’t kissed her, she knew. She would wake up the next morning and say, “did you forget to do something last night?”

So, at nearly four in the morning, you dragged your tired arse up to her room and smooched her cheek. Her hair was a mess on the pillow, her arms wrapped around her favourite toy. Kayleigh looked so much younger while she slept. It reminds you of those years before Charming. Struggling to make ends meet, doing it all on your own. Eighteen with a newborn. No one to lean on. No partner. No family. Just your strength. And the desire to make your daughter’s life the best it can be.

As you made your way down the stairs, you saw your neighbor/baby-sitter/best friend asleep on the couch, her phone inches away from her face. You know she kept it close in case of emergencies.

When you first moved to Charming, you had gotten along with Dallas within minutes of meeting her. You remember it like it was yesterday. You had been so scared moving to a new town. And yet, she made you feel at ease instantly.

She had shaken your hand gently with soft hands and long acrylic red nails. Dallas seemed to glimmer (and she did – never leaving the house without covering herself in shimmer cream.) You liked her instantly. You could tell she was genuine. Because there was a sadness in her eyes that she covered up as much kindness as she could.

And so, you trusted her with Kayleigh. She didn’t mind babysitting, not at all. It also helped that you gave her free makeup and hair appointments. It was a win-win. Especially when Kayleigh had gotten attached to the town’s former beauty queen.

You smiled, covering Dallas with a blanket before heading to your own room. Sleep came quickly but lasted only a few hours.

HAPPY.

The Club needed Happy for an … issue. They always came to him when they had these particular problems. He was good at it. Harsh, unyielding and discreet. Okay, sometimes not so discreet. But he handled it, no matter how gruesome it became. Because sometimes a gun wasn’t the best way to get a man to talk.

When Happy was younger, he used to grapple with the thoughts of guilt and shame. With age, with more violence; that slowly disappeared. Like clouds moving to cover the sun, those feelings too were covered.

Now the only thing that seemed to redeem Happy was his family. That’s what made him feel the light. The weight of death was easy to shrug off when those he loved surrounded him. His mother, his sisters, his aunts, nieces and nephews; they mean the world to him.

But the Club is, his life. And what they ask, he will do.

That’s how he got to where he is now. Tig the only other Son with him as they pried information out of the man in front of them.

The lights were dimmed, the walls had been painted a dark brown – nearly black. The floor was covered with a tarp, the closest bench had various tools atop it, some clean, some bloodied.

There was a constant drip, drip, drip, of blood. Only Happy could hear it, Tig had turned up the music to cover the screams. Except this man hadn’t been screaming. The only noise that came out of him was a deep grunt.

He was tied to a chair. Pinkies cut from the bone. Taking ten digits to eight.

Happy was quite impressed by the way this man held his tongue. No information spilled from his mouth. Not yet.

Happy wiped his brow, the sweat mixing with the blood on his hands. Tig's eyes met his, a silent conversation passing between them. They needed answers and this was taking too long.

Out came the sharper tool, and though resilient, the man was beginning to falter. Happy knew this was it, he could see it in the man's eyes—desperation, fear, and the tiniest flicker of surrender.

"Just tell us what we need to know," Tig growled, his patience wearing thin. But the man remained silent, his resolve steadfast despite the agony he endured.

Happy's thoughts drifted briefly to his family, the light in his otherwise dark world. He wondered what his mother would think if she saw him now, covered in blood, forcing confessions out of men. But he shook the thought away; this was his life, and he had made peace with it.

"Last chance," Happy said, his voice cold and unyielding. "Talk, or we'll make you wish you had."

The man's eyes flickered with a moment of hesitation. Happy leaned in closer, and the man spilled information like a teakettle boiling over.

ANNIE.

You felt as if you had barely slept.

The alarm beeped and you thought ‘surely I pressed the wrong button.’ But you heard the tapping of feet on the ground and then a small body rushed towards you.

“Mum!” Kayleigh wrapped her arms around you and kissed your hair. Blinking away the drowsiness, you smiled at her and dragged her closer to you.

“Hey baby,” you murmured, snuggling into her. Happiness bubbled in your stomach as you stroked her hair. Soft and smooth, even if it was a partial nest on her head. But as the timer kept going off, you knew you had to get up for another day.

Exhaustion had gotten the better of you, and autopilot had kicked in. After packing Kayleigh’s lunchbox for school, getting her ready and then yourself, you locked the front door and got the both of you in the car.

You didn’t notice the black car parked in Dallas’ driveway. Not until Kayleigh asked if your neighbor had gotten a new car.

“Huh? Oh, uh. I think she would have told us if she got a new one,” but you looked in your rearview mirror as you drove away.

The salon was already open by the time you arrived. School drop off was always longer than expected. Especially with the type of parents that were there. Always wanting to talk (gossip) or complain.

You knew not many liked you. Saw you as too outspoken,

But you couldn’t get the thought of that big black car in Dallas’ driveway. She had left before you woke up. She always did.

And usually she sends you a message – yet you realized she hadn’t. There was nothing from her. And that’s when the alarm bells went off. You knew her job, and that it had its’ risks.

“Shit,” you muttered. Something felt wrong; and you couldn’t turn to the police. So, there was only one choice.

You rang Gemma from outside the salon. Her appointment wasn’t for another four hours; so, you couldn’t wait for her to come in. You had to chase after her… and god did it make you feel anxious.

Months ago, you swapped numbers. You thought she was just being polite, but little did you know she saw you struggling. A mother alone, barely any help, working as many jobs as she could handle. Gemma felt for you. So, she offered to help whenever you needed it.

And you need it now.

“Hey Annie, is everything alright?”

“Um, no. I don’t think it is – my friend. I think she’s in trouble. I need your help.”

At the other end of the line, Gemma was tickling Thomas on the tummy as he laid down. His feet kicking in the air. She was enamored by her grandson and nearly missed your words. She thought maybe her appointment needed to be rescheduled.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack. You were a mix of hot and cold, sweating and freezing.

“It’s okay honey. Just tell me what’s up and we’ll get it all sorted out.”

HAPPY.

It took a while for the fucker to break but he did in the end. Now the two Sons rode in a beat-up van, in the back, the man’s body was wrapped in the tarp. Dead. It was always going to end that way. But some guys just held out hope that it wouldn’t. This one did, until his right hand had no fingers left. And his left ear was gone.

The van rumbled along the highway, a trail of dust kicking up behind them.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and cigarette smoke, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. The silence between them was comfortable, each man lost in his thoughts.

There was a sudden and constant buzz in Happy’s pocket. His mobile rang. He was the type of person to always check his phone as soon as it went off. Always scared it could be his mother – or about her.

But the caller ID was familiar.

Happy picked it up and answered.

“Really? Yeah no, no it’s fine. Just let us … get cleaned up and we’ll be there.”

“Who was that?” Tig asked, one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cigarette.

“Gemma…she needs us to help someone.”

“Do we know this person?” Tig urged on. He was a glutton for gossip just like the mother’s at drop off and pick up.

“Nah, but she seems pretty important to Gemma.”

Tig took another drag, “huh, wonder why.”

Happy tucked the phone back in his pocket and stared out the window, the landscape blurring into shades of brown and green. Tig took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around his face like a ghostly veil.

"You think this is gonna be trouble?" Happy asked, breaking the silence.

Tig shrugged, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "When ain't it? But if Gemma's involved, you know it's important. We just gotta handle it."

Happy nodded. He knew the drill. They both did. Loyalty to the club and to each other was paramount. And if Gemma needed them to do something, they weren't about to question it. Especially as she asked them personally.

But before they could help with Gemma, they had to dispose of the body.

The address and information Gemma messaged confused Happy. He knew this town, and something didn’t make much sense.

“What's the matter?” Tig glanced over, noticing the tension in Happy's jaw.

“This is a fucken salon Tig.”

Tig barked out a laugh, “I mean it ain’t our job to question…and I ain’t questioning Gemma. But ugh, you think we gotta go in?”

Happy glanced at Tig, bemused. “Guess we’ll find out. But I’m not sittin’ around gettin’ my nails done, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Tig chuckled, the sound deep and rough. “Ya know what. I might.”

Both men laughed, but Tig was just that unpredictable that Happy thought one day he might.

They pulled up to the salon, the white exterior blended with the rows of shops. It was a small strip of stores, becoming busier and busier as the day went on. The sunshine glared down on the men, and both slipped their sunglasses on.

Tig threw his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Ready?”

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tumbleweed-writes · 8 months ago

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Fight For What You Want: Chibs Telford X Reader

When Chibs Telford overhears the woman he's been unwilling to make a move on has a first date lined up, will he be willing to fight for her? When Y/N's first date turns into the first date from hell will Chibs Telford's efforts to protect her be enough to turn the night around?

Part one of two.

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Chibs Telford had never been one to eavesdrop. He knew well enough in the world he’d chosen to operate in that listening in on private conversations could only lead to trouble and could even be deadly. So, when he was well aware that there was a conversation that he had no business listening in on he was quick to disappear and mind his own business.

He wished he’d thought to mind his own business as he approached the door to the office at TM Auto. His feet remained locked in place though as he heard her voice.

“Are you 100 percent sure you’re okay with me dipping out a little early today, Gem?”

Gemma was fast to respond to the inquiry. It was clear by the tone of her voice she’d been asked this at least a dozen times today and there was a slight hint of amusement to her voice. “Yes, Y/N. I’m sure we can function even if you leave a little early today.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I keep asking. I think I’m just feeling a little anxious, pre-date jitters I guess.”

Chibs felt his heart sink down into his belly upon hearing the words Pre-date jitters.

Although everything in his heart and soul was screeching at him to walk away before his heart had a chance to sink even lower, his body remained locked in place as he continued to listen in on the conversation.

Gemma was quick to speak, calling Y/N out on her comment. “Not butterflies?”

“Pardon?” Was the reply she earned Y/N’s voice raising a pitch it clear by her tone ovf voice that she was unnerved by the comment.

Gemma was fast to speak again not backing down with her observation. “Just jitters, not butterflies.”

This comment earned a small nervous laugh from Y/N as she replied. “I don’t know what you mean by that. Aren’t jitters and butterflies the same?”

Gemma spoke up, clearly not letting this go even with Y/N’s attempts to laugh off the reasoning behind the questioning. “I’m just surprised that’s all, Sweetheart. You don’t seem excited about this. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to have any first dates, at least not with him.”

Y/N Winston let out a heavy sigh at the words apparently already well versed in this conversation. “I’m accepting a date from the guy who will actually ask me out. I’m sick of waiting around for the guy I want to ask me out. I’ve accepted it’s not going to happen”

“That’s because you won’t force it to happen.” Gemma was fast to point out it only earning her a huff from Y/N.

“I shouldn’t have to force it, that’s the problem. It’s pretty obvious he’s not forcing it on his end. I’ve realized that he’s just going to keep dancing around me. I refuse to be the one who asks him out at this point. I’m not chasing a man. I should not have to chase him down. I refuse to chase him down and force things. I just have to accept that it’s not happening. He’s made it clear he’s not as into me as I am into him. I am realizing he’s not going to ever make a move and like I said, I’m not doing it for him. I got my hopes up, which was a dumb move on my end…I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be shocked that he’s just sitting on his ass not making any moves to show me this is more than flirting and hints that he might want me. I should have known how this was going to turn out from the start. I mean, pretty sure most guys around here have been sworn off even looking twice at me. So, why should he be any different? Maybe it’s time I just go for a normal guy outside of this entire SAMCRO circle.”

“I’m not sure that’s entirely the truth, Y/N. I mean, I am sure your uncle and cousin have something to do with his hesitancy. You have to understand though that this has gotta be complicated for him. It’s been a while since he’s pursued anything with anyone, at least anything more than a quick fuck from a croweater.” Gemma was quick to provide, trying her best to soothe Y/N’s apparent angst.

Chibs furrowed his brow wracking his brain over who this mystery guy who was dancing around Y/N could possibly be. He’d not noticed anyone paying her more mind than what seemed to be appropriate.

He furrowed his brow all the more realizing it was someone within their inner circle. He searched his brain thinking of each one of his brothers searching for the possible culprit ignoring the way it made bile rise in his throat to think of any one he shared a kutte with harboring romantic feelings for Y/N.

He widened his eyes the truth hitting him like a freight train as Y/N spoke a huff leaving her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Estranged wife…or whatever is going on there and a kid in Belfast. I’ve heard all about the baggage. Trust me, he’s told me about his past. He opened up to me about it all over a shared joint and some whiskey. I’ve heard the entire story. I get it, it’s complicated for him. I am done making excuses for him though. I mean, either he likes me and wants to ask me on an actual date, or I’m just a friend. I can’t have it both ways, Gem. It’s not fair for him to want it both ways. I get that he’s maybe rusty at this whole dating thing, but either he wants me or he doesn’t. He hits on me and is all too happy to flirt with me, but any chance he’s had to take it to the next level has been squandered by him. He clearly isn’t going to pick if he wants me as a friend or a romantic partner. So, I’m picking for him. He’s just going to have to stay my friend.”

She paused a shaky sigh leaving her lips a bitter laugh following the sigh. “I was a fool to think that there’s something more he wants from me. I thought he was sending me all the signals that he saw me as something more than the club’s kid sister. I mean he’s taken me on a dozen bike rides and there've been shared joints and a ton of private talks on the roof of TM or outside at a Friday night party where it’s just us…conversations got deep and I felt like we connected. There have been so many moments where I hoped that he might actually make some kind of move, but like I said, it’s clear that he’s just not as into me as I am into him. I got my hopes up last time we spent some time together…I swear he was about to kiss me, but then he just backed up and acted like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. It’s like anytime I think he’s getting close to making a move this switch goes off in his head and he’s tripping over himself to get the hell away from me before it goes too far. What else am I supposed to believe when he’s so back and forth on the romantic gestures. It’s obvious that he’s just not that into me.”

She paused again another heavy sigh leaving her the sound shaky. It was clear she was getting emotionally overwhelmed. She cleared her throat as she spoke again. “I’m done waiting around for men. I’ve spent almost ten years tending to a guy’s ego, emotional needs, and wants. I’m not a mother nor am I a therapist and I am not a sex doll. I’m done tending to and waiting for men. A perfectly nice guy finally asked me out and I am not going to turn him down just because I’m sitting around waiting on Filip Telford to decide what he freaking wants. Trust me, I’m so done being the girl who sits around and waits on a man to decide if he wants me. I’m not getting any younger. I’d like to settle down at some point in my life and maybe have at least one kid. If the music thing isn’t going to work out for me then I’d like to at least have some part of what I pictured for my life. If I’m not going to be the musician I wanted to be, then I’d at least like to fall in love with my soulmate and be a mom. I’m clearly not going to get that with Filip. So, it’s time to move on to a guy who can give me that.”

Chibs felt as though the breath had been knocked out of him as he soaked up her words. Him? She wanted him? She was talking about him?

He felt his stomach churn as he soaked in her words, his heart sinking all the further. She thought he didn’t want her?

That was so far from the truth.

When Piney Winston had announced that his niece would be moving back into town earlier in the year, Chibs Telford had been intrigued.

Chibs had been living in Charming for almost a decade now and he’d not heard of any Winston niece.

He’d of course heard the entire backstory from Bobby; Bobby Munson was a terrible gossip.

Apparently little Miss. Y/N Winston had left home at eighteen years old, just a few months before Chibs Telford had rolled into town. She’d taken off down to Southern California chasing some dream of getting signed to a record label in Los Angeles with some boyfriend who’d talked her into forming a band.

Though she’d not remained in Los Angeles for too long. Apparently she’d been hopping around the country living in New York City, Las Vegas, and Nashville, Tennessee.

The boyfriend she’d run off with had bounced their band around from state to state trying out different cities and different labels. A few records had been put out through independent labels but nothing close to the music stardom they’d been hoping for had turned out.

Apparently the band had broken up with Y/N who had been the lead singer getting the boot after her ex boyfriend and she had a nasty breakup.

Y/N had been left broke and homeless; sleeping in her car and spending what little savings she had to survive as meagerly as she could. She had been forced to call up her late mother’s brother, the man who had raised her, and ask to come back to Charming.

Piney had accepted of course even shelling out the money to get her home. He was the type that believed it was a man’s responsibility to take care of his family, especially the women in the family. Y/N was family; that meant he was going to come to her rescue.

Chibs had also received another piece of information about Y/N this information coming from Tig who had been happily listening in to Bobby’s gossip. “Y/N is hot from what I remember, but painfully untouchable. If Piney doesn’t shoot any guy who glances her way, then Opie will do it, Jax probably too. Fucking shame too, fine piece of ass like her having a ton of guys who aren’t afraid to commit murder watching her like rabid fucking dogs. It’s all look and don’t touch with that one.”

Upon hearing that information Chibs had been all the more intrigued but mildly terrified. Although Piney was attached to an oxygen tank, the man had a nasty temper. Opie and Jax were quick to anger as well, especially when it came to the women in their lives.

So, Chibs had resigned himself to keeping his distance and following Tig’s advice of looking but not touching.

That was easier said than done. Upon his first sighting of Y/N, Chibs Telford was hooked.

She couldn’t just be pretty, no that wasn’t enough. She also had a sweet personality to match her pretty face.

Then there was her voice. That voice had sprouted their very first conversation.

He’d walked into the office at TM Auto late one night when they’d been the only ones working only to hear her singing softly to herself absentmindedly as she went over the books.

The words had left his lips before he could stop them “Ye have a beautiful voice.”

She’d gazed up at him, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly and Chibs Telford had known he was screwed when it came to keeping his distance.

Before he’d known it there had been offers to take her on bike rides on the weekend, shared joints on the roof of TM Auto during Friday night parties, lots sneaking away during Friday night parties where they’d had deeper conversations that Chibs had with any woman in far longer than he would ever admit, and shared lunch breaks.

As much as his heart had screamed that he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to hers and press his body against hers preferably in a bed or any available surface, he had held back.

That stupid comments Tig had made kept ringing in his mind: painfully untouchable, guys who aren’t afraid to murder watching her like fucking rabid dogs. If Piney doesn’t shoot any guy who glances her way, then Opie will do it, Jax probably too.

Chibs Telford would probably deck anyone who called him a coward, but he’d found that he was spineless when it came to pursuing Y/N Winston.

His heart screamed it wanted her, but his mind told him that making her his would sow disaster among the club he loved.

Anytime he found himself imagining what it might feel like to feel the press of his lips against hers or feel how glorious her body might feel under his, he’d quickly pictured Piney Winston strangling him with the tubing of his oxygen tank or Opie or Jax putting a bullet through his skull.

Chibs had reminded his heart and his hormones that Y/N was only meant to look at but he could never touch her.

He had been foolish of course, he knew that now, he’d not considered that Y/N might just find someone who was willing to touch her.

He felt his heart sink all the more as Gemma spoke. “And this paralegal is going to give you what Chibs won’t?”

Y/N let out a deep sigh as she replied to this. “I have no idea, but it’s worth a try.”

Chibs grinded his jaw realizing just who this paralegal was. The man had come tagging along with SAMCRO’s lawyer to the clubhouse just a few weeks ago.

Jax Teller had contacted the lawyer to draw up some papers for him, something concerning a will and the Teller children. It had been nothing like what the Sons’ lawyer was usually called up to TM Auto for.

Chibs had of course noticed the attractive young paralegal gazing a little too longingly at Y/N, and he’d not been thrilled with it.

He’d held back any desire to be a possessive asshole about it though. A little nagging voice in the back of his brain taunted him pointing out that he would not lay a claim on Y/N, so he had no right to get pissy just because a guy was looking at her like she was a rack of all you can eat ribs and a pitcher of beer.

It seemed though that perhaps he should have shown it bothered him.

He felt his heart crack as Y/N spoke. “I mean, I don’t get butterflies or whatever you want to claim I’m supposed to get when Russell looks at me, but I’m not saying I have to marry the guy. Maybe he’ll grow on me. Either way this date will be good for me. It’s time for me to stop putting all my eggs in one basket with Filip. I’m just breaking my own heart waiting around for him.”

“He should give you butterflies though, Sweetheart. You shouldn’t waste your time on a guy who doesn’t make you feel something. He shouldn’t have to grow on you.” Gemma pointed out a sigh leaving her lips clearly frustrated that Y/N seemed determined to see this date through.

Y/N let out a shaky sigh, it obvious she was feeling overemotional again. “I know, but I’m not sure what other choice I have. I am so sick of waiting on, Filip. I’m tired, Gemma. I’ve spent my entire life having guys I like scared away by my family both immediate family and my SAMCRO family. I ran off with the first guy who didn’t get scared off by you guys and look how that turned out for me. I came back home hoping things would be different…but it seems like even guys within the SAMCRO family are too chickenshit to make a move on me. Russell doesn’t seem scared. So, I should just take what I can get. Even if he’s not what I envisioned, I…beggers can’t be choosers at this point.”

“It doesn’t seem like it’s making you happy though, Hon. That’s all I’m saying. You’re settling.” Gemma pointed out the obvious Chibs feeling his stomach turn as he soaked in all the information that had just been slammed down on his head.

He felt his knees grow weak as he backed away from the door hearing Y/N’s voice sounding far too defeated. “We can’t always have what we want. I guess I’m just getting to a point where I no longer can say this is what I want my life to be and am just saying, well that’s life. I have to grow up and accept that we don’t get the love we want. I have to accept that this is what life is going to offer me.”

Chibs felt faint as he allowed everything he’d just heard roll through his mind like rocks in a rock tumbler.

He let Y/N’s words ring through his head, the words feeling like dozens of little knives to the heart: we don’t get the love we want.

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Gemma tensed her jaw as Chibs Telford made his way into the office of TM Auto, the woman who had been ruminating over him having left hours before.

Gemma gazed up at Chibs who seemed to be lingering around the microwave that they kept sitting over a minifridge to hold whatever meals the guys in the garage might bring for a lunch break.

There was no real breakroom at TM Auto. Most of the patched in Sons who worked at the garage just took their lunches to the clubhouse, unpatched guys who worked in the garage were afforded less luxuries.

She dared to speak, deciding to just be as blunt as possible. “What are you still doing here Chibs?”

“Jus lookin fer a quick snack. Transmission on that Honda is killin me. I need some energy.” Chibs remarked a voice in the back of his head snapping that this wasn’t quite what Gemma was meaning to ask him.

Gemma let out a heavy sigh fast to say the words. “I mean, why the hell are you still here when the woman you are crazy about is out with some spineless yuppie prick?”

Chibs cleared his throat, his eyes widening. He spoke trying to keep his cool and pretend that he had no idea where Y/N was at the moment. “I don’t know what yer talkin bout.”

Gemma rolled her eyes not above calling him out. “Don’t bullshit me, Chibs. I know you heard everything. Y/N might not have a clue, but I could spot you through the blinds listening in earlier. Now, I’m going to ask again, why the hell are you here right now and not out crashing that date and taking what you want?”

Chibs felt his stomach plummet his head feeling faint all over again. He’d been asking himself the same question all afternoon. Why wasn’t he taking what he wanted?

He let out a heavy sigh, deciding to just be honest. “Pretty sure lass has a few guys in her life who’d skin me alive if I even thought of it.”

“So, you and I both know you aren’t the kind of guy who backs down from a fight?” Gemma pointed out rolling her eyes once again as she stood up, her hands resting on her hips a stern look of disapproval crossing her features.

Chibs dared to turn to face her, he almost shrinking back at the look of disapproval on her features. Not many women intimidated him, but the Queen of SAMCRO had a certain intimidation factor when it came to the Sons. She was like everyone’s unrelenting mother. No one wanted to piss off mom.

He cleared his throat trying to square his shoulders and make his point of view clear. “I aint goin to stir up trouble in the club, not when shite has been this tense. I’m doin this fer the good of the club.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Gemma remarked, removing her hands from her hips stepping around the desk to approach him.

She spoke again, her voice firm. “Don’t feed me that for the good of the club bullshit. You have been following her around like a lost dog since she moved back to Charming. If you were trying to avoid trouble you wouldn’t be so obsessed. You want her. If you think that no one notices it, then you’re blind and stupid.”

Chibs cringed at the comment, a heavy huff escaping his lips. “Doesn’t matter much if I do, Gem. Shite, I…”

He paused, his throat growing tight revealing the other reason he’d been so hesitant, the truth he’d not even wanted to admit to himself. “What can I give her? I’m a criminal, I’ve done a lot of horrible shite.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Chibs, but Y/N was raised around this club. When her mother died Piney was the only one who was willing to take her in. She knows this club. She is not naive to the nature of SAMCRO.” Gemma pointed out.

Chibs shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his throat. “Even if that’s true. Shite with me aint so simple. I got an estranged wife in Belfast, a fuckin messy history there too. Shite is complicated there. Fiona and I been talkin bout finally divorcing…but that aint even started yet.”

“And she is aware of that messy history. She is all too aware of Fiona and the mess there. Hasn’t seemed to make her shy away from you, Sweetheart. You can’t use that as an excuse to not go for something with her. Don’t you think you deserve some happiness, after all the misery?” Gemma offered attempting to make him see the reality of it all.

Chibs took a deep breath rolling the question through his mind. “Do I though? Would I bring er anythin but misery? Look at what happened to Donna, Luann…shite, how difficult is it fer ye and Tara…isn’t lovin men in this life a ticket to misery? What if I bring er nothin but pain and heartache?”

“That’s a risk with any relationship, Honey. Sure, loving a man involved with the club is not without its own risk and heartbreak. You’ll probably break each other’s hearts a million times, but what matters is you put those hearts back together, together. You talk about pain, but I know for a fact that Y/N won’t be protected with anyone outside of this club. She needs someone who will go above and beyond to protect her. We both know that spineless prick she’s out with right now won’t have the balls to protect her. If push comes to shove he’s not the type to fight for her. I think you and I both know there is only one man who will do whatever it takes to keep her secure and love her. I’m looking right at him.” Gemma explained, reaching out placing her hands on Chibs’ shoulders, staring up at him.

She gave his shoulders a squeeze driving the point home. “You have to ask yourself something important, Sweetheart. Can you stand by watching someone who does not deserve her get a life with her? I think we both know the answer to that. Take what you want, Chibs. Decide if you can stand losing her or if you’re willing to fight for her.”

Chibs let the words sink in, the choice rolling through his head.

He swallowed a lump developing in the back of his throat, the answer seeming so clear.

He knew what his choice had to be.

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Y/N cringed as her date reached out placing a hand on her bare knee. His hands were too soft.

The thought felt ridiculous but it was all she could focus on.

She glanced over at her date mentally wondering why she’d agreed to any of this. He wasn’t exactly her type.

He was too clean shaven and too prim. The polo and slacks he was wearing seemed too formal for a movie date. His blonde hair was neatly trimmed and styled. His face was too smooth and though he had a sharp jawline and nice cheekbones she found herself wishing that there was a little facial hair there. His eyes were a pleasant shade of blue but she found herself comparing them to a certain brown shade sported by a Scottish Son.

She pushed thoughts of the Scotsman out of her head, refusing to let Chibs Telford ruin her night.

She placed her hand over Russell’s shoving it away as he dared to run it up her thigh getting too intimate in her opinion for a first date.

She spoke, clearing her throat as they turned down an unfamiliar road, the area looking more secluded and not anywhere close to the restaurant on main street he’d promised her they were going to after the movie they’d watched. “Where are we going?”

“Just a quick detour.” Was the response she received, the comment making her stomach turn a red flag waving in the back of her head.

She cleared her throat trying to laugh off the comment as they turned down an alley. “Quite the detour.”

She felt her stomach churn as they pulled into an alleyway Russell parking and turning the engine on his shiny red sports car.

She glanced over at him through the dim lights a voice in the back of her head telling her that she was possibly in danger. This didn’t feel right. It was clear what he was most likely expecting.

She felt her stomach turn a hint of rage raising in the back of her mind. He seriously thought he could pull into an alleyway and get lucky?

She spoke her voice holding a bit of tension. “I’d like to go to the restaurant now, please.”

Russell leaned in his breath warm against her cheek he far too close to her he having taken off his seatbelt. “We’ll leave in a minute. I just thought we could take a moment.”

He spoke again making her skin crawl. “Come on, live a little.”

She parted her lips to once again demand that she did not want to be in the alleyway with him, but did not have much of a chance to say a word as he pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was too damp and too rough. She recoiled from the kiss bile rising in her throat as he attempted to coax her mouth open.

She placed a hand on his chest shoving him back with all her strength she fast to speak making her voice as demanding as she could. “I want to leave. You need to take me home. I don’t want to be here.”

“Oh, come on Y/N. I didn’t take you for a prude.” He remarked a scoff leaving his lips.

She was fast to reply to the comment her arms crossing over her chest scooting up against the door thinking of reaching for the handle and escaping the car. “I want to go home.”

“I thought you’d be more fun, I mean the people you’re involved with, I assumed you’d be a little more free thinking.” Russell remarked, he scooting closer to her making her stomach turn the rage that had been building in her becoming all the more prominent.

“Excuse me? The people I’m involved in, my family?” She snapped her hand reaching for the door handle ready to bolt for it if she needed to.

Russell smirked quick to say it. “Family or not, I’ve seen the girls who hang around that clubhouse. Girls only hang around that club for one thing. Now quit being such a fucking tease.”

He pressed his lips to hers again the kiss harsh his hands roaming her body as she struggled to open the door panic surging in her, her mind screaming to run.

She shoved him back, managing to find it in her to deliver a harsh slap to his cheek.

The action worked a growl from his lips, his voice tense and far from the charming tone he’d taken with her when he first asked her out. “You stupid bitch. I’m going to make you pay for that.”

She felt her blood run cold not helping but wish she’d thought to carry the revolver, Piney had insisted on giving her when she’d first moved back home, in her purse. She had left the gun at home though telling herself it was not needed on a dinner date with a nice normal paralegal.

Her mind began to spin wondering what he intended to do with her. What did he mean by making her pay?

Her salvation came so suddenly she did not even have a chance to fully understand what was happening.

The driver's door was yanked open, a pair of hands reaching into the car and harshly yanking Russell out of the vehicle, a familiar voice sounding out. “What the hell do ye think yer doin?”

She widened her eyes, recognizing Chibs Telford’s voice anywhere. managing to open her own door, her knees feeling wobbly adrenaline still rushing through her veins as she turned to see the scene playing out on the other side of the car.

Chibs Telford stood over a stunned and scared shitless Russell, the Scotsman’s fist risen. “What the hell are ye doin?”

“I didn’t mean nothing by it. I just figured she was up for it. I mean I know you guys have girls who hang around the club who are up for that kind of thing. I figured she was used to this kind of thing.” Russell dared to explain Chibs’ eyes growing darker at the explanation.

He delivered a harsh blow to the man’s face, his fist colliding with Russell’s nose a sickening crack sounding out.

Y/N watched the blood pool around Russell’s nose the youunger man reaching up to clutch it as Chibs’ fist backed off.

Chibs managed to push back his rage enough telling himself that tending to Y/N was far more important than beating her date to a bloody pulp. He’d deal with Russell later hopefully with some members of SAMCRO to aid him.

He spoke his voice holding a dangerous edge. “Ye get in yer car and drive away before I do somethin worse than a broken nose.”

Y/N watched as Russell scrambled to open his car door and get in still clutching his bleeding nose with one hand.

She watched as he fumbled with the keys, managing to turn the engine, the car backing out of the alleyway and speeding off carrying her would-be attacker far away.

She stared up at Chibs Telford as she and he were the only ones left in the dim alleyway, her mind going a million different directions all at once.

This was not how she pictured this date going.

Everything had gone completely awry so quickly, and she had a feeling her night was not over yet.

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ravennaortiz · 10 months ago

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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch headcanon SOA version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

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Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.

"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".

Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.

Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.

Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.

At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.

Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.

Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.

Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.

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mysticalmallard · 7 months ago

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Return Home

Pairing: Chibs x fem!reader

Description: Chibs just got back into Charming from a club run that took way too long. He has only one thing on his mind and goes straight to his girl.

Word Count: 2,143

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Chibs wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, drawing her close as he settled down on the bed. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and inhaled her scent deeply, a small hum of contentment escaping his lips.

"Mmm, ye smell divine lass," he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with love and desire. "And you smell like motorcycles and leather." she giggled.

He chuckled at her observation, the rumbling sound deep in his chest. "Aye, seems about right." he agreed, his hand gently caressing her back.

He pulled her closer still, his lips finding hers in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turned more passionate. He rolled her beneath him, his body covering hers as his hands began to explore her curves.

"God ye're beautiful" he murmured against her skin, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands moved over her, touching and caressing every inch of skin they could find. She let out a soft moan, arching into his touch.

His mouth found hers again, this time with more urgency, his tongue gently coaxing her lips apart as he deepened the kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding over his muscular back and pulling him closer.He broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to gaze down into her eyes. Her expression was one of pure desire, her eyes darkened with want.

"God lass, ye'll be the death of me," he breathed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust.

His hand slid down her body again and began to slowly push her sleep shirt up, revealing more and more of her soft skin.

His fingers danced over her stomach, teasing and tantalizing. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, and it only fueled his own desire. He bent down and placed a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone and up the column of her neck.

His mouth found her ear and he nipped at her earlobe gently, his voice a low rumble that sent tingles down her spine. "I want ye so badly lass."

Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in a silent request for him to remove it. He obliged, sitting up briefly to pull the garment off and tossing it aside.

Her eyes roamed over his well-muscled chest, drinking in the sight of him bare before her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos as he leaned back down, caging her in with his arms.

He captured her lips in another kiss, this one even more intense than the last. His tongue tangled with hers as he continued to explore her body, his hands roaming freely over her. His fingers found the waistband of her pants and began to slowly draw them down.

She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to remove them completely before he shifted and settled himself between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he longed to be even closer.

His mouth moved to whisper against her neck, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you, lass."

She gasped at his words, her body arching against his in response. "Yes..God yes.." she whispered back, her voice needy and breathless.

He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue traced a path down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body responding to his every touch.

He reached her core, his tongue gently caressing the most sensitive part of her. She let out a soft moan, her body arching against him again. He could feel her responding passionately, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

His ministrations continued, his tongue moving in a rhythm that had her gasping for air. With each stroke, he could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Oh God.. Chibs..don't stop.." she pleaded, her voice almost pleading.

He could feel her starting to unravel beneath him, her body nearing release. He didn't let up, his tongue moving in increasingly more intense circles, his hands holding her hips in place.

She was close now, teetering on the edge of release. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking. Her hands moved to his head, her fingers weaving through his hair, holding on for dear life.

"Chibs.. oh God please!" she gasped.

He kept up his steady pace, his tongue swirling around her bud, his own desire heightened by her responsiveness.

Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she reached her peak, her body clenching tight as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice a strangled moan.

He continued to gently caress her as she rode out her orgasm, his touch soothing and caring. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breathing still ragged and erratic.

He slowly rose up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion.

"That was.." she panted, her voice still shaky.

He chuckled warmly, his fingers threading through her hair again. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his own voice hoarse with desire.

She reached for him, her hands tugging at his hips, urging him to move closer. He obliged, draping his body over hers again, his weight pinning her down with a delightful mix of comfort and possessiveness.

Her hands roamed over his back, her touch light and exploratory. She could feel his heart racing, the rapid beat a testament to his own desire.

He buried his face in her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He was still impossibly aroused, his body aflame with need. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, a silent testament to his desire.

"God lass, ye have no idea what ye do to me" he murmured against her skin, his voice ragged.

His hands began to wander, his touch growing more urgent, more demanding. He wanted her, needed her in a way that was primal and all-consuming.Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with desire.

His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he shifted his own, grinding against her. He was achingly hard, his body screaming for release.

She gasped at his movement, her body instinctively responding to his. Her hips lifted, arching into his touch, seeking more friction. She could feel her own desire reigniting, fueled by his obvious need.

He let out a low growl, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued to grind against her. His body was a tightly wound coil of need, his control hanging by a thread.

"God lass," he murmured against her neck, his voice rough and low. "I need ye.. Now."

"Yes," she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me, Chibs. Please.."

His body reacted instantly to her plea, his control finally breaking. He shifted again, positioning himself at her entrance, his body shaking with the effort to go slow.

He pressed into her slowly, his jaw clenching at the tight heat that enveloped him. He let out a guttural moan, his head falling to her shoulder as he was enveloped by the sweet sensations of her body surrounding him.

"Oh God lass.. ye feel so good.. so tight.." he gasped, his voice choked with a mixture of pleasure and the effort to hold back.She let out a soft moan in response, her body arching to take more of him.

"Oh Chibs..." she breathed, her hands grasping at his back, her nails digging into his skin.

He started to move, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, measured rhythm. He wanted to savor the moment, to burn the feeling into his memory.Their bodies rocked together, the pleasure building with each movement. He picked up the pace, his control slipping a little more with each thrust. He could feel the tension coiled in his belly, the familiar sensations of his impending release."God lass, I'm close.." he growled, his voice strained.

She could feel her own release nearing, the pleasure building to a dizzying level. Her body was coiled tightly beneath his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He moved faster, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent. He was so close, his body taut and tense. She whimpered and clenched around him, her own release right there, just out of reach.

"F-Fuck lass... I can't hold on.." he gritted out, his body shaking with the force of his restraint.

Her body was trembling beneath him, her release teetering on the edge. She was so close, her nails digging into his back as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

"Cum for me lass... cum for me now... " he groaned, his voice hoarse.

His words were all she needed. Her body tensed, then shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her voice a strangled moan as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.

He followed shortly after, the tight clenching of her body around him pushing him over the edge. He let out a guttural grunt, his body shuddering as his release shook him. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing.

He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their climax. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body still buzzing with pleasure.

They lay there in silence for several moments, simply enjoying the afterglow and the presence of each other. Chibs eventually rolled off of her, pulling her closer against his chest.

He tucked her head under his chin, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. She snuggled closer, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"That was.." she began, her voice still a little shaky. "Wow."

He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his voice content and satisfied.They lapsed into comfortable silence again, simply enjoying the closeness and the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their mingled breaths and occasional soft whispered words.

She could feel herself dozing, her body warm and sated in the afterglow. Chibs' hands continued their slow soothing rhythm on her back, lulling her further towards sleep.

His phone ringing broke the silence. He let out a soft curse, reluctantly untangling himself from her warm embrace. He reached for his phone, glancing at the screen as he sat up.

"Aye?" he mumbled into the phone, his voice gravelly and low.

He listened to the voice on the other end, a frown slowly creasing his brow. His body tensed, the afterglow of their earlier activities replaced by a sense of urgent alertness.

"Aye, I'll be there." he said gruffly, before hanging up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed heavily and turned back to her. "Sorry lass, I have tae go." he said, the regret clear in his voice. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But you just got back" she whined with a pout.

He chuckled, the sound a mix of fond amusement and reluctant acceptance. "Aye, I did." he agreed, his fingers tracing her jawline gently.

"But duty calls, I'm afraid." he added, the regret obvious in his voice even as he started to get up.

She watched as he pulled on his clothes, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin with each movement. She wanted to ask him to stay, wanted to pull him back into bed and hold him there until daylight, but she knew it was futile.

He turned back to her as he finished dressing, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'll be back as soon as I can, promise." he said, his voice a soft rumble.

He leaned down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards his. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, his thumb stroking her cheek gently."Be good while I'm gone, aye?" he teased, his hand dropping from her chin as he stepped back reluctantly.

He gave her one last lingering look, then turned and walked out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.

She was left alone in the room, the silence feeling almost deafening after the recent activity. She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, and stared at the closed door.

Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity as she waited for his return.

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dallianceangel · 4 months ago

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Jealousy 😠

just a random little fic, i hope you enjoy x

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“You gonna ride me like that all night, darlin’?”

You don’t answer Jax’s question. Instead, you move faster, both of you teetering over the edge. Sweat clings to your skin, and neither of you hear the door creak open.

Chibs steps inside, eyes immediately locking on you. You don’t stop. His jaw clenches, balling his fists. He’s dating your Mom, but secretly, it’s you that he wants. Chibs has tried so hard to fight it, but it’s just impossible. He says nothing, just watches for a few seconds before quietly making his way back out.

Chibs finds your mom at the bar, pulls her close, kissing her roughly. Before long, they fall into bed together, right next door to you and Jax. His thoughts stay with you, though. You, not her.

You hate feeling this way, but the thought of Chibs with your mom makes your heart sink. You want him too. Love him too.

It’s all a fucking mess.

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tuesdayaddamss · 21 days ago

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sun to me, masterlist.

summary: tatum james abandons her life on the wahewa reservation to kickstart a future in charming, bringing her right into the mouth of the lions’ den, and the arms of her estranged father. when happy’s sentenced with fourteen months in prison after breaking the terms of his probation, he tasks chibs with keeping an eye on his only child. unfortunately for happy, chibs telford takes his job a bit too seriously.

pairings: chibs telford x fem!oc & happy lowman x daughter!oc

warnings: casual dom/sub dynamics, age gap, may/december relationship, canon typical violence & such, AU, every chapter will have it’s own warnings.

author’s note: i’m so bad at summaries, forgive me.

chapter i. need to know: tatum and happy say goodbye, again.

chapter ii. riding bitch: chibs is sort of a gentleman. maybe.

to be continued.

#chibs telford fic #happy lowman fic #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fic #chibs telford x oc #chibs telford x reader #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman x reader #chibs fanfiction #chibs telford #happy lowman #jax teller #tig trager #juice ortiz #bobby munson #chibs telford imagine #filip chibs telford #chibs telford fanfiction #chibs telford fanfic

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fandomficsnstuff · 1 month ago

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Old Lady - 4

(Warnings: Some angst and then some SMUT and then a little fluff at the end)

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You were currently taking stock of the alcohol left after you and Happy raided the pantry, so to speak. You were currently counting bottles when the door slammed shut, your body flinching and you turned around, thinking it was the wind from some open window or maybe someone accidentally pushed it shut as they walked by. But no. It was closed on purpose and it was closed by the man currently in the room with you, your heart racing as you looked up at him before tearing your eyes away, turning back to the bottle and picking up your notepad and pencil. “(Y/N)-”

“We’re uh, we’re a little low on vodka so I should really go out and-” you cut yourself off as you felt gentle hands grasp your hips, his chest against your back and you actually felt yourself shaking, like a leaf, and he felt it. “Are ye scared ‘f me?” he asked softly and you couldn’t help but scoff, gently shaking your head as you looked down, eyes closed. “No, Filip, I’m not scared of you…” you admitted softly, feeling his hands carefully tightening around your hips “then why’re ya shakin’?”

“I-I-... I-I don’t even know” you admitted quietly, tears forming in your eyes as you felt his hands snake around your body and it took every ounce of strength you had to turn around and walk out of his grip, a hand on his chest to keep him apart. “Filip-”

“It’s ‘Filip’ now?”

“Chibs… I-... you’re married… you clearly love your wife… I-I know you can’t exactly return home but-”

“This is my home, love-”

“You’re married to a woman you still love, Filip…” you pointed out quietly, Chibs sighing softly “I don’t love ‘er-”

“No? Then why aren’t you divorced then? The way she held your hand in that hospital-”

“I didn’t know she was there until I woke up-”

“It’s not something someone does to just anybody, Filip… the way she looked at you… I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, and I understand that she’s the mother of your child, but you care for her more than you’ll admit to and I-... I feel stupid, I felt horrible seeing her in that hospital room with you, holding your hand like you were everything to her! I love you, Chibs, I think I’ll always love you, no matter what, but you need this to settle, I can’t-... it’s not a demand or choice I’m giving you, Filip… but I can’t be with someone who loves someone else, it feels wrong…”

“Are yer ashamed of bein’ with me?”

“What??”

“Happy says yer ashamed-”

“Happy should learn to keep his mouth shut” you snapped, staring up at Chibs with tears in your eyes before you forced yourself to look down. “It was meant to be a private conversation” you muttered to yourself, Chibs sighing softly, reaching for you but you moved around him, reaching for the door when Chibs turned you around and pushed you against it, his body nearly pressed up against yours as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t love Fiona” he stated softly, his hands cupping your face, staring down at you lovingly “Filip-” you were cut short as he pressed his lips against yours, tears slipping down your cheeks when you closed your eyes, arms wrapping around him as the kiss got more hungry. God, you missed this. You missed the way his hands ran down your frame, the way they gripped your hips roughly and pulled you against him, the way he pressed you against the door. It wasn’t long until you felt his hands place themselves on your ass, groping the flesh roughly, tearing a moan from your lips that he easily swallowed, his tongue invading your mouth, fighting for dominance with yours. You whimpered quietly as he pulled you by your ass, pulling you against his chest as his lips moved down your jaw and neck, sucking marks on your collarbone.

You gently wrapped your leg around his waist, his hand clutching your thigh, grasping at the flesh as though he’s been waiting to do this for a long, long time, the thought making you smile blissfully, your hands threaded through his hair as he kissed down your chest, practically ripping your shirt off of you, your back arching off the wall and into his face as he licked and sucked around your nipples, gently biting the flesh. You felt tears form in your eyes, holding him so close like this, his lips over your flesh, your arms around his neck, your leg wrapped around his hips. When Chibs felt and heard your breath stutter, he pulled back, seeing the tears in your eyes, your hands cupping his scarred cheeks without hesitation. He was so close you could feel his lips brush against yours as you spoke.

“I love you, Filip… I love you so fucking much…” you whispered, Chibs leaning down and kissing you. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t hungry, it was soothing. Comforting as his lips moved against yours slowly, taking his time in showing you just how much your words meant to him. The only reason he parted from you was because you both needed to breathe, the tears still in your eyes as you looked up at him, unsure if you even wanted him to say something right now. “I love yer, love. Fiona’s the mother of mah child, but you… you’re the woman I love” he whispered, your lower lip trembling as he stroked some hair behind your ear, the strand having fallen in front of your face, his hand cupping your cheek lovingly “I may have once loved her, but Leannan, I love you. I’m gettin’ tha’ divorce” he whispered, your heart both soaring and plummeting as you softly shook your head at him “Filip-”

“I’m gettin’ that divorce, so I can put a ring on yer finger, be with ya properly” he added softly, you couldn’t help but smile, your hand covering your mouth as you grinned, hands trembling as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks “are you-... Chibs are- are you-”

“Don’t have a ring yet, love, but aye, I am” he stated with a smirk and without another word you flung yourself at him, kissing him passionately, arms wrapped around him, Chibs eagerly repaying the kiss, even as you parted from him to breathe, he tried chasing your lips with his own, making you smile at him “take me home, Chibby” you whispered, Chibs chuckled briefly “guess that’s a yes?” he asked smugly, a chuckle leaving your lips as you smirked at him “take me home, and I might say yes” you teased, Chibs gently putting you down, opening the door before picking you up, your legs wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the clubhouse and towards his bike, your eyes meeting Jax over Chibs’ shoulder, a smile on your lips, tears still in your eyes as you smiled at him, Jax giving a brief nod as he smiled at the sight of you so happy. Chibs practically kicked the door open, carrying you to his bike, a laugh spilling from your lips as you clung to him desperately, your eyes closing in joy at finally holding him like this. Chibs placed you on the ground only so you could get on the bike with him, your arms wrapped tightly around his chest all the way home, the house you shared with him, your real home.

As you arrived home, Chibs picked you up bridal style once you were both inside, his arms wrapped around you as his lips found your lips as he headed straight for the bedroom, carefully dropping you on the bed, watching you bounce as you smiled up at him. He bent down and kissed you softly, so soft you barely felt it, and when he leaned away, you ran your hands down his chest, staring up at him with hooded eyes as you undid his kutte, slowly peeling the clothes from his body as he did the same with you. Once you were both naked you scooted up the bed, Chibs following, slotting himself between your legs that you wrapped around his hips, his lips back on yours as he ran his hands up and down your body, your arms wrapped around him, hands running along his back, over the tattoo that covered his back, the reaper who had introduced him to you to begin with, the reapers of Charming having happened to enter that café where you were, eyes meeting, unable to look away from each other. You smiled at the memory, eyes closed as you held onto him, moaning quietly as you felt his hands and lips all over you, he was about to move down your body when you held onto him, his eyes meeting yours with slight confusion. “I just want you, Chibs… close” you whispered, Chibs nodding as he met your lips, a hand between your bodies as he ran a hand over your slit, surprised to find you dripping already and without being prompted further he slowly slid into you, your mouth open in a moan as you reveled in the feeling of him inside you again, your arms scratching and clutching at his back as he instantly sped up his pace, his face hid in your neck, peppering kisses along the skin, until.

You flipped the two of you over when he was caught off guard, a smirk on your lips as you looked down at him, your hands running up his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms to his hands on your hips. You took his hands, leading them up to his side as you leaned over him, your fingers interlocking with his as you began to slowly rock your hips. You moaned against his lips as he struggled to allow you this moment of control and dominance over him, yet it made your heart flutter, how he willingly let you do something you rarely did. You leaned back up, hands still clutching his and you used it as an anchor as you swirl your hips around before bouncing on him even harder, eyes closed as you listened intently to his moans and grunts. Suddenly you felt him let go of your hands, your eyes opening as he sat up, holding you close against him, sitting up with you as he guided your hips in motion with his own, his cock twitching inside of you as your lips brushed against each other as you continued to bounce on him, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a slow and passionate pace. As much as you loved the rough, hard, fast and erotic experimental sex with Chibs, being fucked by him with someone watching, his hand on your throat, squeezing lightly, this, this was very different in the best way possible. It was intimate, loving, definitely the definition of ‘lovemaking’. You tipped your head back and moaned as his cock hit that soft spot inside of you, Chibs’ lips immediately sucking bruises and marks onto your neck and shoulders, your hands clawing at his shoulders to keep him as close as possible. The intimacy of it all slowly brought you closer to the edge, your hips begging to be more erratic, as was his own, the two of you still completely in tune with each other as you chased not just your own end, but each other’s as well, his lips sloppily tracing up your neck, over your throat, up your jaw as he began to pull you down on him more roughly, his grunts and moans let you know how close he really was, your head tipping forward again, your forehead against his as your brows furrowed, the knot in your stomach tightening, the coil being pulled impossibly tighter and caught completely off guard, you came. Your entire body shook as your orgasm washed over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth open in a silent moan as he continued to thrust in and out of you, hips erratic and sloppy until finally, finally he stilled inside of you, the two of you panting as you both basked in the afterglow of probably the most intimate sex the two of you had ever had. And it was amazing. It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t needy, it wasn’t heated and it wasn’t what any of you had done before, but it was in some way much better than you could ever imagine.

As you both slowly returned to reality, you felt Chibs leave delicate kisses along your throat and shoulders, your hands on his shoulders relaxing their grip, crescent moon shapes left on his flesh after your nails digging into his shoulders. His forehead rested against your shoulder as he caught his breath, his hands running along your spine softly, tracing the flesh with his fingertips, delicate and tender. “Tha gaol agam ort, tha gaol agam ort cho mòr tha e goirt a bhith às aonais(I love you, I love you so much it hurts to be without you)” he whispered softly, although you couldn’t understand scottish gaelic, you knew what he meant. You smiled softly, threading your hands through his hair, fingers barely touching the scar in the back of his head, a light tug making him raise his head from your shoulder, your eyes locked as you gave him a small, giddy smile. “Yes, I’ll marry you” you whispered softly before kissing him again. “I hate ter break the moment love, but we need to get back to the clubhouse, shite’s goin’ down ‘n I don’ want you ‘round here, unprotected” he whispered, a small nod leaving you as you let out a brief chuckle “okay… I love you” you whispered, kissing him softly before moving off of him, the feeling of him slipping out of you made you both moan but you left for the bathroom to clean up, knowing that Chibs was playing down the severity of ‘shit going down’, otherwise you’d happily go for round two.

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You knew he had gone to see her, he told you, yet your palms were sweaty and you could feel your heart race, eyes locked onto the bar counter as you stared at nothing in particular, the crowd of people barely doing anything to filter out that nagging voice in your head that was spouting theories as to what he was talking with her about… doing with her…

“He won’t do it, you know” you flinched at the voice, looking at Gemma as she smirked down at you, ever the confident woman, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you looked back down at the bar counter. “How do you know?” you asked softly, voice wavering, even as Gemma confidently sat next to you on a barstool “I’ve known Chibs for a long time, sweetheart, he wouldn’t do anything with her, he loves you” Gemma stated softly, yet you closed your eyes as you let out a shaky breath, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “How would I know?” you asked softly, Gemma tilting her head at you, giving you a sad smile as you looked up at her “that shit in your head? That’s just noise, sweetie. Men need to own their pussy, but women, us Old Ladies, we need to own their dicks” she stated bluntly, managing to make you briefly scoff in amusement. “And you’re owning yours. I’m surprised he hasn’t knocked you up yet with how in love with you he is” she added with a smirk, amused as she could tell you were getting flustered “I’m on birth control” you hissed, Gemma chuckling with amusement “don’t worry about him, sweetheart, he knows who you are, you’re his Old Lady, ring or not on that finger of yours” she added softly, your lips stretching into a smile as you looked up at her, and she could tell you were trying to hide how excited you were “actually… he asked me to marry him” you admitted quietly, Gemma smirking as she leaned closer, nudging your shoulder with her own “told you, you own his dick-”

“Gemma!” you tried scolding but she just smirked at you, making you laugh quietly as she wrapped her arm around you, pulling you against her side “I’m so happy for you sweetie” she stated softly and you leaned into her side, eyes closed as you sighed softly.

#SOA #SOA fanfic #Sons of Anarchy #Sons of Anarchy fic #Old Lady #Chibs Telford #Chibs #Filip 'Chibs' Telford #Chibs x Reader #Chibs Telford x Reader

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