#chibs telford x y/n

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part I. i'm you jazz singer

summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.

Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it

warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.

"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.

Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

"Is everything cool?" she asked.

Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.

"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.

But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.

Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.

"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.

She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.

But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.

The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.

Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.

"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.

"I know."

She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.

"I love you." she said.

"I know."

And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.

Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.

In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.

He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.

The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.

This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.

Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.

It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.

Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.

He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.

Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.

Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.

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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.

Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.

"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.

"A tooth." She spoke quietly.

"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.

"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.

"I know."

When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.

"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.

She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.

He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.

PART TWO:

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

a whiskey with jax teller pleaseeee just him being a little shit during a hot sex bc hes jax ofc theres so little writing about him and yours is fuckin phenomenal <33

Relentless.

warnings - smut. cursing. jax and his filthy mouth.

you're so lovely - thank you!! this man's middle name is mischief. I just know he'd be a fuckin menace in bed.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Shhh darlin'. You don't want them to hear, do you?"

You wish he'd thought about that before he'd linked his fingers with yours and led you through the clubhouse, whispering something about having to have you now.

"This was- fuck- your idea, Jax," you pant, gripping the sheets beneath you.

He's got you practically folded in half, his body cloaking yours, weight pressing you down. He keeps tilting your chin up to look at him, slapping your cheek gently when you close your eyes. He wants to be your sole focus.

Little does he know, he always is.

"Oh, come on. Like you didn't want it as bad as I did."

He has this tone, when he's fucking you. It's low and it's menacing and it's rough around the edges. It's lethal.

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust of his hips, a surprised moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

"You wanna get us caught? Huh?"

He thinks he feels you tighten around him, so he tests his theory.

"Or maybe that is what you want. I see the way you look at Chibs, honey. Do you want him to hear? Come and see what all the noise is about? Join in, maybe?"

You clench down, back arching at his dirty stream of thoughts. He chuckles, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. You want your president and your vice president to fuck you together? At the same time? Talk about club bonding, huh?"

Jax grips your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His hips never cease their relentless rhythm, stars floating in your vision. You open your mouth, and he spits right into it, winking when you swallow.

His other hand moves to your throat, gripping lightly. The man knows how to play you like an instrument.

"Come on, baby. I wanna hear them, all the dirty little fantasies in that pretty little head of yours. Or maybe it's not Chibs? Who is it then, hmm? Juice? Happy?"

You choke out a whine, and he laughs, dark and mischievous.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight. It's one of them, isn't it? Which one, honey?"

You shake your head, tears forming at your lash line.

"Oh, I know. How about all of them? All four of us, passing you around, taking turns. How's that sound? Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

The thought sends you right over the edge, gasping for air as the heat licks up your spine. Your end is Jax's too, the low groan he releases vibrating both of your bones. He collapses on top of you, the two of you panting.

"You're relentless," you laugh, catching your breath.

"It's one of the reasons you love me so much," he chuckles, kissing you softly. "That, and the fact I have hot brothers."

"You're right about one of those things," you tease, squealing when he pinches your sides.

A knock on the door startles you both.

"Jackie boy, we have some business we need to attend to. That is, if you're not... preoccupied."

The familiar Scottish accent sends heat rushing to your skin. Jax notices.

"Be there in a minute, VP!"

You hear Chibs' footsteps as he leaves, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So it was Chibs, huh?"

"Like I said," you chide jokingly, smacking him on the shoulder. "Fucking relentless."

[ravennaortiz]

Halloween SOA 2023: Day 4 Pumpkin Spice

Summary: Fluffy Juice x y/n

Juice had been planning his proposal for weeks. He knew he wanted to do it on your one year anniversary which fell during October. He was keeping it low key at his house which he had decked out in everything pumpkin and pumpkin spice related he could find. He also had prepared a five course meal of your favorite foods and drinks. Your favorite movie Nightmare Before Christmas was ready to play, during which he had planned to ask you to marry him and be the Sally to his Jack. He thought with all the planning he would feel more confident but anxiety had made him phone a trusted friend to come check his work.

“So is it too much?” asked Juice after having walked Chibs through the house and then ran through the itinerary he had made on pastel orange paper that he had paid extra to have pumpkin scented. Chibs took another look around as he held a handkerchief to his face trying to breathe through the overwhelming aroma of pumpkin spice as he searched for the right words.

“I think maybe blow out a few of the candles and open the window…… it’s a bit strong here. While I understand y/n is a lover of pumpkin spice, it might be a bit much” stated Chibs as he turned back to Juice. “Otherwise I think she will love it Juicy. Ya did good” stated Chibs as he pulled the younger man to him for a hug. Juice breathed a sigh of relieve at the praise.

[chloe-skywalker]

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

By ~ @chloe-skywalker

* = Requested

Main Masterlist

Jax Teller:

~ I Know Them Better

Chibs Telford:

coming soon ...

Opie Winston:

coming soon ...

[ravennaortiz]

Loved this ❤️

Wait in the truck (Chibs Telford)

warnings: may contain references to domestic violence

note: based on the song wait in the truck by hardy ft lainey wilson

note 2: if you are in this situation, please talk to someone and seek help

note 3: if you liked it, please comment and leave a like

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Chibs drove mechanic Teller-Morrow's truck, as his bike was in repair during the week and was the only option left.

The late-season rain made the view of the dark road even worse at night, but the headlights clearly illuminated what appeared to be a person walking.

- What the hell...? - Chibs whispered to himself while still inside the car.

As soon as he stopped, the person turned towards the vehicle's light. She looked scared. The scotsman got out of the car and walked towards her.

- Oi... - he stopped the moment his eyes noticed the state of the woman's clothes. What should have been white had a large red spot, and on her face, there was a mixture of purples in different tones and places.

She just kept looking at him, a low cry sounded between them.

- Come on, get in - he pointed to the car, knowing exactly what that scene was about. She just nodded and got into the car after him.

Chibs didn't ask much about what had happened or how it happened. It actually didn't matter to him at all. Even despite the reputation that the entire club had for other people, there were some moral rules that each of them followed, one of those rules for Chibs, was that a crime worth committing was to end up with idiots who beat women.

The woman next to him was still sobbing, shaking a little due to her body being wet from the rain.

He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, and she thanked him in a low, almost inaudible voice.

- Where is he? - was the only thing he needed to know.

She turned her face, looking into his eyes for the first time. She seemed to decide whether to tell the truth. Finally, she gave the address of her own house, a few blocks back.

The car rumbled louder as Chibs maneuvered and drove again, now to the new address indicated.

Rain seemed to have increased as he stopped in front of the house.

- Wait in the truck...

She watched him get out, walk to the back of the car removing what looked like a crowbar and go to the front door on the porch.

The biker knocked twice and no one responded. His patience running thin, filling him now with only anger.

Suddenly, the door slammed against the wall after Chibs kicked it, making the bald man lying on the couch jump.

Before the other man could reach the gun on the coffee table, Chibs hit him with the crowbar.

Taking out his own gun that he always carried on his waist, the scotsman put an end to the problem that the girl he met on the road had.

The girl, still in the car, jumped when she heard the noise echoing down the street. She knew the biker, after all who in the city didn't know the Sons Of Anarchy? She just didn't know if she should call him an angel for finding her, despite what he had just done.

Her body still in shock from the whole situation.

Her heart was relieved to know that her justice had somehow been served.

She could see when Chibs finally left the house, a cigarette burning in his lips, he pointed at the car, parked in front of him.

- Just wait in the truck... - he repeated to her, as if perhaps he was waiting for her to get out or do something.

Not many minutes passed before the police arrived, the rain no more than a light drizzle now.

Six months had passed since that night, Chibs felt no remorse in himself as he walked through the cold halls of the penitentiary. He received a one-year sentence after the trial for his crime.

He sat in front of the glass, his hand reaching for the phone hanging next to him. The woman looked like a different person, her face now flushed healthily and her clothes in a pleasant state.

- Thank you! - it was always the first thing she said every time they saw each other, which had become commonplace since the conviction.

- Lass, i might be here forever but it's a whole hell of a lot better than the place I sent him to.

[tumbleweed-writes]

Wrong Number: Chibs Telford X Reader One shot

When reader texts some enticing photos to the wrong number and not to her ol man, she's met with some surprising but hoped for results.

18+ Not full smut but implied.

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She let out a frustrated groan as she followed him into the clubhouse, his legs far longer than her own making him move too far ahead of her. The words left Y/N’s lips a low growl erupting from her throat as they entered the clubhouse making their way behind the bar. “I swear to God, Tigger. I’m going to kill you.”

The outlaw biker in front of her only chuckled in response to the threat he clearly was not taking her as seriously as she would have hoped. “Well that’s a little dramatic.”

She glared up at the flip phone in his hand as he held it far above his head out of her reach, her cheeks growing all the more crimson from both anger and sheer humiliation. “Delete them. Delete them right now , Tig.”

Tig had the audacity to actually giggle at the request, shaking his head. “You’re one hundred percent sure these weren’t meant for me? I mean I don’t think you’ve been accepting of any advances I might have shot your way, but if this is your way of giving me a green light then I fully accept.”

A frustrated groan left Y/N’s lips, her cheeks growing even more flushed as she thought of the two sensual photos she’d accidentally texted to Tig’s cell number instead of the cell number she’d been intending.

She fully blamed herself for the slipup. She’d taken the photos after having a little bit of whiskey, the booze loosening her up enough to decide it was a brilliant idea to take some provocative photos for her man. It wasn’t their first venture into this game.  

It sure as hell wasn’t her first venture into taking erotic photographs. Her past job had consisted of having risque photographs taken of her and posted on both vanilla and not so vanilla websites. Cara Cara had just been one site she’d done some solo work for.

It wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. It had started as an easy way to make a quick buck in college after she’d become familiar with a girl who’d done some similar work and had gotten her into the scene.

Y/N had been a broke college girl hoping to make some fast cash so she could eat something other than ramen for dinner. It had gone further than just a one time thing though. 

Y/N had always considered herself to be pretty open minded, so it had not been too difficult to lean into doing more fetish material the longer she’d worked. She’d been able to find plenty of work doing some S&M material. 

The jobs had started coming in and soon her coursework and college attendance had started to taper off. She’d dropped out and decided to take the option with more money. She figured college would always be there, the ability to make money while she was still desirable enough would only be a fleeting chance though.

She’d leaned more into her job within the industry and a promise of fast cash even if it meant doing something that at times had made her life more complicated than it needed to be. 

Her past employment was part of how she’d met her man to begin with. She’d become a friend of Lyla Winston’s through her work. Though Y/N’s job in the industry had only consisted to fetish material based on photographs and the occasional solo work, and Lyla’s work in the industry went far beyond that, the two women had still become friends.

When Y/N had decided that she wanted to move away from the industry and find something a little more straight-laced, Lyla had suggested a bookkeeping job at TM Auto. 

Y/N could admit a big push out of the industry had been the suggestion that she might want to consider starting to do some video work with partners. It felt less like a suggestion though and more as though she was being pressured into it.

She had been fine with the photographs and the solo work had been tolerable. She wasn’t interested in going any deeper into it though. She’d been searching for an out, and Lyla’s offer to get her an interview at TM Auto had been a perfect escape route. 

She’d always been good with numbers, so she’d decided to take the offer to interview for the bookkeeping gig at TM. 

It had not been easy to get the job of course. Gemma Teller Morrow had her suspicions about the young woman who’d come to interview even if Lyla did give her glowing praise.

Y/N knew Gemma was well within her right to be suspicious. She knew her past employment had given her a reputation and she was well aware of what assumptions people made about her. She’d been around a few of the girls in her industry who seemed to view SAMCRO as a chance to hook up with an outlaw and get a quick thrill. Ima was a perfect example of the type of girl who put a bad taste in Gemma’s mouth when it came to anyone who Lyla associated with. Lyla herself had a difficult enough time shaking her reputation and being respected in SAMCRO’s world. 

Y/N had found that she had to make it pretty clear that she was only interested in the bookkeeping gig. She had made it quite known that she had zero interest in trying to land herself a guy in a kutte. She made it obvious that she was not looking to seek a sexual thrill out of hooking up with a criminal. She had been unashamed to declare to Gemma that this job opportunity wasn’t her attempting to become a croweater or even an attempt to walk on the wildside. 

Gemma had taken a chance on her desperate enough for the help at the garage. Lord knows she needed all the help she could get at the garage.

The majority of the Sons had been serving a 14 month sentence in San Joaquin correctional facility, The Sons on the outside were struggling to keep the business going, and Tara Knowles had been expecting a new member of the family while trying to balance a growing Abel Teller. 

Gemma knew her attention needed to be spread between the garage, her place as the Queen of SAMCRO, and her son’s growing family. 

So, Y/N had worked as an extra set of hands at the garage. She’d proven to be a great help at the office at TM Auto working both with the books and doing work within the office once Gemma had needed more help.

Her employment at the garage had not gone unnoticed by the few Sons on the outside nor had it escaped the eyes of a few non patched club hang-arounds who worked in the garage. 

It had not taken Y/N long to realize that the men around the garage were most likely familiar with her past work. There had been a few snickers and crude comments whispered among the men. They’d not even made an attempt to hide them from her. 

She’d not minded the ogling stares nor the lewd whispered comments. Or at least she’d tried to pretend she’d not minded them.

She’d learned in her past career that she had to have thick skin. Opie Winston had been kind enough. He’d been dating Lyla when Y/N had begun working for TM and he’d seemed approving of her even if he didn’t always seem to approve of his girlfriend’s line of work.

One other man had seemed to shy away from the obscene remarks and leers. In fact, Chibs Telford had proven to be a complete gentleman to her.

She’d been suspicious at first. She was almost certain the sweet gentleman act was most likely an attempt to charm his way into her pants. Lord knows she’d had a few guys try the nice guy act once they figured out what she did for a living.

She had soon realized though that the nice guy act was far from an act.

Chibs genuinely seemed to be prone to treating her like a lass after his own heart. 

It hadn’t been hard for them to form a friendship of sorts. It had been less hard once Chibs had shut down a less than quiet vulgar remark made about her body and her past bondage work by some foolish nonpatched mechanic around the garage. 

It had definitely created some sexual tension between Chibs and she that had not gone unnoticed by a few people around the garage. 

She’d considered if there was something more there than friendship, but had shied away from pursuing anything. She’d told herself that even if there was some lingering sexual tension that it was likely just that. 

She’d grown accustomed to the knowledge that most men in her life viewed her as more of a sexual object and less than a fully formed person. She could admit that she feared Chibs’ interest in her leaned more on the sexual side of the coin and she couldn’t bear the disappointment in finding out that he maybe didn’t view her past lust. 

She’d been unaware that he’d held his own reservations. Chibs had been certain that a young attractive woman like her most likely wasn’t interested in him. She was far more than the former fetish model the guys around the garage had labeled her as. She was a gorgeous woman but that wasn't the only thing that had him so taken by her. She was clever and funny and sweet as can be. He was enamored and it scared the hell out of him. 

She had come into his life at a strange time. He’d recently come to the decision with Fiona to end their marriage now that Jimmy O’ was no longer a threat and they were free to live their lives. They’d realized those lives were best lived only as coparents to their daughter and not as romantic partners.

It had been a painful choice but they’d both known they’d changed in the years since they’d last been able to behave as a married couple.

He’d been mourning the end of that chapter of his life and had been trying to focus on keeping the club afloat with most of his brothers locked away.

Y/N had provided a tempting escape from the stress and heartache. He’d been unwilling to lean too far into the temptation of that escape though. 

He’d been unwilling until he just couldn’t help himself anymore. 

The cross over into friendship into something more had happened a late night at the garage where they'd been the only ones remaining; he working late in the garage on a stubborn Harley rebuild and her working on some stubborn books.

A shared joint had loosened up reservations between the two and a kiss had happened. The kiss had lead to a passionate make out session on the little couch at TM Auto and the makeout session had led to her being bent over the desk at TM Auto with him taking her from behind.

After that encounter she’d expected things to be awkward or worse had feared that he’d disappear once he got what he wanted. She knew that old saying: when men got what they want they never wanted it again.

Much to her shock Chibs Telford had wanted it again and again and again.

The want had continued as the months had gone by. 

Once his incarcerated brothers had been released Y/N had feared that her time working in the garage had come to an end, but to her shock Gemma had asked her to stay on.

Y/N had even begun taking some online courses in accounting. 

Things with Chibs had continued on, though much to her chagrin they’d not exactly placed a label on it. 

He’d not seemed to be in any rush to make whatever they had going on together public knowledge either.

She’d bit back her annoyance once it had hit her that she didn’t seem to be just another bedroom partner for Chibs. It had become clear that she was his only bedroom partner.

She’d heard the prodding and teasing from his brothers towards Chibs about his neglect of the croweaters and prodding over just who was keeping his dick wet.

Little glances Chibs sent her way had gone unnoticed for the most part. If anything his brothers had assumed that the older Scot had a crush that he wasn't acting on and had not looked into it any deeper.

Chibs had also made it clear that he didn’t want anyone making a move on her either. Kozik and one of the prospects Miles had made the mistake of trying to push up on her, and Chibs had just about cracked a tooth making an excuse to get the men far from the woman he’d been spending his nights with.

Y/N had come to the irritated acceptance that pushing Chibs into putting a label on them and making things between them public knowledge was not something she could force. 

She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that lately it wasn’t becoming more and more obnoxious though.

A big part of her wanted to scream at him to piss or get off the pot.

Perhaps that was why texting him naughty photos more frequently had become a habit lately.

She’d had hopes that maybe reminding him that she was there and was willing would push him to at least think about her as something more than what she was beginning to fear she might be to him.

She had hopes that seeing her in such provocative positions in his dorm room of all places would plant the idea in his head that she could spend every night in his dorm if he wanted it. If he wanted to make it clear that she was his and actually put a label on it then she would be happy to be in his dorm anytime he wanted. 

She knew it was probably a dumb idea. If she wanted him to place a label on it and be open about it with the people in their lives then perhaps dirty photos weren’t the right move? The dirty photos were supposed to be a secret after all. 

Their entire courtship had felt too secretive for her liking. 

She was beginning to lose hope though. She was considering stepping up her game. She was tempted to let Kozik take her on that damned bike ride he’d been offering her for months now. Maybe seeing someone else be so willing to be seen with her in public would light a fire under the Scottish idiot’s ass?

She’d been toying with the idea but she had a feeling it would just bite her in the ass.

She had allowed the whiskey to push her to once again try the naughty photo angle. Maybe if he kept seeing her in such a state in his dorm room he’d take the damn hint? 

The red dress had been a praised favorite of her intended texting partner. The red lace of her bra had been a new purchase that had been made with him in mind. The push up bra made her assets look so tempting. She’d realized he liked her in red. 

She was almost stunned that Tig Trager had not recognized the dorm room that had been featured in the background of the two photos that had been sent his way.

The small glimpse of the dorm room would have most likely given a hint of just who those two photos had been meant for had Tig bothered to pay attention to the background.

She glared up at Tig as he held the cell phone up even higher, a chuckle leaving him as she attempted to reach up her arms stretching as high as she could. The height difference made the feat an impossible one though. The cell phone remained far from her reach. 

She was tempted to kick him in the balls and get the damn phone that way, but she wasn’t willing to fight dirty…not yet at least.

She spoke another frustrated growl leaving her throat. “Tig, this is not funny, delete them right now.”

Tig replied a sigh leaving him. “I’ll delete them if you tell me who they’re intended for. Please tell me it isn't fucking Kozik. I’ve seen the looks he sends you Y/N. You deserve way more than that blonde moron, trust me? Oh, Christ. It’s not one of the damn prospects is it? I know both Miles and V-Lin stare at you like you’re a steak dinner and they’ve been trapped in death valley. Please tell me you aren’t giving it up to one of them? I think we both know you’re way more woman than they can handle.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow pink remembering the poorly thought out scheme to perhaps use Kozik’s interests in her to get a rise out of Chibs.

She had to agree with Tig’s assessment somewhat…Kozik was somewhat sweet…but not the brightest.

She could admit she’d decided against using Kozik as a means to force Chibs hand partially because the poor guy was so sweet…and ditzy. It felt wrong using him to get the man she loved to make a commitment.

As far as the prospects went, Y/N had zero interest in either man. She had a distinct feeling that both men were more boys than men. She had a feeling that the prospects would have zero clue how to please her in the bedroom and didn't have quite the maturity for anything outside the bedroom.

There was only one man who she knew as capable of pleasing her and much to her frustration he seemed hesitant to make things between them public or give any indication to her that this was something more than them having fun.

He always said the same thing the few times she'd brought it up. I'm having a lot of fun with you. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.

She could admit she'd hesitated to push him to actually address the issue. She feared that Chibs may never be willing to give her the relationship she desired. She was not looking to rush into the heartbreak she was sure would come if it was said clear and plain that he did not view her as an actual romantic partner and did not want everyone to know she was his.

She spoke a groan leaving her as she continued to struggle to reach the phone she had taken to jumping in place to attempt to snatch it from his grasp. “Alexander Trager, I swear to God, delete those photos or I will murder you and no one will ever find the freaking body.”

“Lass, what’s with all the death threats? What have ya done to piss her off Tig?” A familiar voice sounded out beside her.

Y/N cringed glancing at the Scotsman as he approached the bar, an amused smirk on his lips. 

She sighed at the sight of the man who those damn photos had been intended for. He’d had a long morning, meeting with the Irish and then being drug away on a tow job the instant he’d returned to the garage.

She’d hoped that the photos would be a pleasant gift to him as well as another hint to put a label on this and make it public.

She sighed wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear as Tig grinned giddy to bring Chibs in on the act of tormenting TM Autos' favorite office worker. 

Tig grinned between Chibs and Y/N as she spoke. “Little Miss Y/N accidentally sent me some very alluring photos. She won’t tell me who they’re intended for and she refuses to admit that it’s clearly me. I’m right, right Y/N? It’s me, you don’t have to be shy. You could have just said the word and I would have given you the Tig-action you’re craving. You didn’t have to go through the routine of sending me dirty photos and pretending it’s not meant for me. Just say the word and I’ll go grab some baby oil.”

“Tig I swear to God.” She snapped, refusing to glance over at Chibs, certain he was not entirely pleased with this information.

Tig spoke a giggle leaving him still content to prod her. “I know, I know baby oil isn’t the best choice, but it works in a bind, babe. I’m a big man, we’re going to need the help.”

Y/N cringed at the possessive growl that left Chibs he not entirely amused at the statement. “Those weren’t meant fer ya.”

“I know, she won’t tell me who they're meant for. You gotta see them, Chibby. It’s fucking torture. I’m afraid it was meant for Kozik. She won’t own up to it, but we both know the idiot sends her heart-eyes at every chance he gets. Herman Kozik is so not worth red lace.” Tig exclaimed not picking up on the irritation and jealousy bouncing off Chibs.

Y/N wanted to melt into a puddle of awkward shame she refusing to meet Chibs’ eyes choosing instead to stare down at the floor. This moment was going to kill her. If she was capable of dying from awkward situations this would do it.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice, a domineering tone that made her knees weak and her center clench.“Let me see em.”

She resisted the urge to groan, having to hate that she’d always had a submissive streak, even before she'd gotten into fetish work. She had always had a thing for having a guy dominate her if he knew what he was doing and wasn't just being an asshole. She found it difficult to find a guy who was capable of dominating her without being a dick about it or misusing the trust she gave him. Chibs had proven he was more than capable of effectively giving her the domination she craved. He had proven he was capable of giving her what she wanted while respecting what boundaries she'd placed on the desire to submit to him.

She was quite certain he’d used that same tone of voice in a couple of their sexual encounters though it usually involved him saying far more lewd things. 

That tone of voice was usually reserved for when he told her to take her clothing off and bend over for him, or to get down on her knees and open her greedy little mouth for his cock.

It was so a voice she did not need to hear outside of those scenarios.

Tig did not notice Y/N hitch in breath to the voice he jerking a little shocked as Chibs yanked the phone from his grasp before he had a chance to even comprehend what was happening.

He dared to speak, the playful tone disappearing, he at least having the sense to prove that he wasn't a total scumbag. “Come on, Chibs. I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone seeing them. I was going to delete them…eventually.”

Chibs ignored him gazing down at the photos on the screen, a groan of approval and desire leaving his lips. He reached down clearly making an attempt to adjust his jeans. It was obvious that the photos had the desired impact on the lower region of his body.

Y/N was more sure than ever that she could die of shame and awkward in the moment. She sighed coming to the conclusion that she’d had a good life or at least an okay one..if she died now it would be fine.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice loud and clear. “These photos weren’t meant fer ya Lad, Pretty sure, my ol lady meant to text these fuckin glorious photos to me. She may a’been a wee bit tipsy when she decided to send em judgin by the dazed look in her eyes in this firs pic. My Love can’t handle her whiskey. She an I clearly need to have a talk bout drinkin an textin.”

“Wait, what?” Tig spat out his eyes growing wide struggling to grasp the information Chibs had just laid out on the table for him.

Chibs spoke again, hitting the delete button on the photos as he spoke. “I’ll be deletin these Tigger. Ain’ havin ya share what was meant fer my eyes with anyone else.”

Y/N stared up at him feeling as breathless as Tig though her astonishment was for a far different reason. Did he just call her what she thought he called her? Ol lady, his ol lady?

Chibs tossed the phone down on the bar as he nodded to Y/N. “Come on, M’Love. I think ya need to show me jus what ya were hopin fer when ya meant to send those photos to me.”

She moved forward any of the embarrassed awkwardness she’d felt hanging over her leaving her brain her body heating up having the feeling Chibs was going to show her just how much those photos had affected him.

Chibs wrapped an arm around her his hand sliding down to her backside, giving it a squeeze that sent a message that he had zero intention of hiding what she was to him from anyone ever again. 

He spoke his voice picking up that possessive growl he’d shown earlier. “Red lace, Lass? Ya still got it on?”

She gazed up at him, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties getting beyond soaked. “No, I’m wearing something else…purple lace.”

He gave her backside a squeeze, his voice still holding that possessive tone. “Aye, think I’ll like that too.”

He pressed his lips to hers as they made their way down the hallway towards his dorms before he spoke. “Gonna fuckin kill Tig fer seein yer body, Love. Christ, think it’s time I put my crow on ya. Gotta make it clear to him, Kozik, and every other prick round here that yer mine…especially fuckin Kozik. The only way that idiot’s gonna get a clue is when my crow is on my ol lady.”

“As long as it’s not my tit. I’m not giving tit for tat, no matter how much I love you.” She remarked her mind spinning trying to grasp everything he’d just said.

This was more than what she’d hoped for and she’d not planned any of it. If she’d known it was going to be this simple she would have accidentally texted Tig intentionally.

He smirked his lips pressing to hers much gentler as they neared his dorm room. “Aye not on yer tit. Like those too much the way they are, Love.” 

She spoke needing to say the words. “I was almost afraid of what this was between us…afraid it wasn’t what I was hoping…you haven’t exactly seemed in any rush to put any label on it or show me any sign or this being anything in front of anyone. You’ve seemed pretty content keeping things between us so secretive…I actually thought I was going to have to give Kozik a date to light a fire under your ass or at least test you to see if this meant anything to you.”

Chibs cringed realizing she had a point. “Aye, I know Love. Trus me…I know I’ve not exactly been open bout how I feel bout ya. To tell the truth...Ya came into my life at an odd time, Love. I love ya deeply, ain’ felt that way bout anyone in a long while. I was fraid of not bein what ya need…fraid of failing ya. Almos' convinced myself ya were more than I could ever deserve and ya'd realize it sooner or later. I was almos fraid if I put a label on it and let anyone know then I’d lose ya the same way I lose everyone else I love. I thought if the world knew ya were mine then it’d put a target on yer back.  No more though, Lass. This scares the shite outta me, but not havin ya…losin ya due to my own fear…that scares me even more. I love ya too damn much to hide what I feel fer ya m’love.”

He paused a huff leaving him. “I’d kick Kozik’s fuckin teeth in if he ever took ya on a date fer the record.”

She didn’t have a chance to reply as he pressed his lips to hers the words leaving him “Putting my crow on ya as soon as possible, Love. Not hidin what ya are to me.”

“I want it…and for the record. You aren't going to lose me and you are never undeserving of me.” She promised her hand reaching up to caress his cheek, he leaning into her touch a content sigh leaving him. 

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he reached down, opening his dorm. “I love ya, Lass. Love my ol lady so much more than she knows.”

She allowed him to lead her into the room fully content to let him show her just much he loved her. 

Neither heard Tig as the man finally snapped out of his shocked daze, his voice loud and full of relief. “Ol lady…Chibs…Oh thank Christ it’s not fucking Kozik.”

[little-horror-smut]

Breaking Boundries

Chibs Telford x Reader

CW; 18+ only. SMUT, alot of detailed sxy time.

This is my first time posting, hope its to you alls liking. Bit of a long one, typed it on my phone so bare with me. If there are any mistakes feel free to let me know!

Off limits. Thats what you have been all your life. As Clay Morrows daughter, there wasn't a chance in hell any of the guys could touch you. Yet the thought of them lingered in your head. Especially of one man. His grey locks that mingled with his dark brown hair. His thick scottish accent that you could spend days listening to. His always protective nature.

You worked as a mechanic for the garage. Having grown up there, you were always watching the men work. You didn't want to do all the girly stuff they presented you with. Always being drawn back to motorcycles. Finally they gave up and let you learn. They knew you were gonna do it anyhow. Because of the work you did, you've always worn baggy clothes. It was the most comfortable to work in. You joked around like the guys and they treated you as one in return.

They would do anything in a heartbeat for you.

You we're working on a car for a customer. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your hands were covered in grease. You couldn't figure out what was causing the trouble. Scratching your head, leaving a greasy mark on your hair and face, you hadn't noticed it happening.

"What have you been rollin' round in?" A thick Scottish accent filled the room. Confused you looked up, chibs standing close by. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, love?" He said, pointing at his face. As you walked over to one of the mirrors hanging there, you chuckled. "Been too stuck with this car. I can't figure out for the life of me whats wrong" you sighed in frustration as you walked back over to the car. Leaning over the open hood. Chibs came standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. He placed his hand forward to point something out. His warm body connecting to yours. You felt something flutter inside your stomach. Something you had never felt before. "Let me take a closer look" Chibs said as he moved away from you and leaned in on the car. His hand ever so slightly brushing your butt while he moved. A blush rose to your cheeks. You try to compose yourself, not knowing this side of you. Chibs was full on invested in this car now, helping you figure out what was going on.

"You comin' to Bobby's release party?" He asked while he was wiping his hands on a rag. "You kidding? Wouldn't wanna miss it!" You replied in a cheerfull manner. "Aight. Just let your daddy know" Chibs winked. You rolled your eyes at his comment. "I can take care of myself you know? Besides, i have you guys to look out for me" winking back at chibs. A giggle leaving his mouth.

"See you tonight then, love" He kissed the top of your head and left.

You sighed at the feeling this man had stirred in you. "You gotta clear your head girl.." you mumbled under your breath as you finished up the car.

You stood before your closet. The dress you had bought a while ago was still hanging there with tags and all. Maybe it was time to wear it. The little black dress you loved to stare at but dreaded to wear. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night you were gonna show the guys what you had been hiding. You grabbed the dress and hopped into the bathroom. You put on some fishnet stockings, the little black dress that hugged every inch of your curves and some beautiful lace up high heeled boots. You finished your look by putting on eyeliner with a cat wing and a bold red lipstick. As you walked back into your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the dressing mirror. You couldn't believe it was you. So different, yet you loved how it made you feel.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" Gemma called from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and went to face gemma. "Well look at that" Gemma smiled. "Are you sure thats Y/N? Because i ain't never seen her before"

A warm feeling enlightened you at Gemma's compliment. "Thanks Gem" you said as you went to grab your red leather jacket. "Now we need to make sure your father doesn't see you before we make the party" Gemma chuckled. "Come on"

As you arrived at the party, heads were turning with every step you took. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward with all the attention you got. This was not something you were used to. But you tried to keep yourself composed, you head held high and trying to extrude confidence with every step.

"Almost didn't recognize you" Chibs said, his voice husky. "You look absolutely stunnin' " he added, looking you up and down. "Thanks, Chibs" you said nervously and with a blush.

He poured you a whiskey "here you go love" raising his glass. You toasted on a fun night. As you took a sip, you felt the warmth of the liqour burn your throat. A familiar feeling, soothing your nerves.

As the evening wound on, you found yourself on the dancefloor. The booze was working, your nervous edge was gone. You felt the rythem go through your body. Your heart in sync with the beat. Hips swaying side to side. Suddenly you felt two hands on your hips and a warmth filling up behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see who it was, your eyes widenend at the sight of chibs. "You've been on my mind all night" he whispered in a coarse voice, his breath hot against your skin. Sending shivers down your spine. "You're playin' a devils game. Swingin' yer hips like that" as he pulled your hips against his groin. You gasped by feeling of it. You quickly turned around. "What are you doing, chibs?" Your voice slightly trembling. "If Clay sees you, your a dead man" A smirk appeared on chibs his face. "Lets go somewhere more private then.." as he quickly grabbed your arm and led you away from the crowd. You heart paced faster every step you took. You had no idea what had gotten into Chibs but you also didn't mind it.

He had led you to the garage, where the car was standing you worked on earlier today. Making sure everything was closed, he pulled you in. Your faces only inches apart. Your hot breaths mingling. He cupped your face roughly. "Your drivin' me crazy, Y/N" as he pulled your face even closer. Your lips almost touching. You wanted to say something, nothing that made sense came to mind. "I..-" Before you could utter another word, Chibs crashed his lips onto yours. Electricity went through your body, your eyes widenend at the initial encouter but quickly closed. You kissed back, putting your hands up in his hair. His tongue sought entrance. As you let him enter, the taste was of whiskey and cigarettes. A hint of sweet lingering in there. With every move your tongues made, the more he awakened in you. Before you knew it, he was tugging at your dress.

His hands desperate to take it off. He grunted a with frustration, which made you smile in return. He turned you around and pushed you down. Bend over the hood of the car. He lifted up your dress. "Fuck.. thats a pretty sight" he grinned with heavy breath, yet soflty spoken. He ripped your fishnets, leaving a perfect hole. He got on his knees and started kissing up your legs. A moan escaped your lips. His grip on your ass tightend by hearing your pleasure. As he made his way up, he spread your ass so he could reach you better. He pulled your panties to the side. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting your sweetness. More soft moans started escaping your mouth. His movement became rougher, as he licked, kissed and sucked. Panting heavy "you taste so good" he groaned under his breath. He stood up and unbuckled his pants. Revealing his throbbing cock. One hand on your ass and one stroking his cock, he looked at the beautiful sight infront of him. The woman, a forbidden desire, on the hood of a car in a greasy garage. Every mechanics dream. He stepped in closer, rubbing his tip against your wetness. You bit your lip in pleasure and anticipation. He entered, his big size filling you all up. Your tightness around his cock made him moan. You gasped as you felt him go deeper. He slowly started moving, squeezing your ass in pleasure. He tilted his back and breathed heavy with pleasure. He started picking up the pace. Every move you felt him inside you, your wetness grew. Moans left your lips, every thrust bringing you more pleasure. He leaned forward and grabbed your hair. "Who's a good girl' " he smirked, his thick scottish accent filling the air. His voice making you tremble. He grunted and moaned with every move he made inside you.

He grabbed your hips and moved faster and faster. He was almost at his climax. You used your hand to please yourself. Panting you said "im.. almos- fuck.. almost there" A smile grew on his face as your words turned him on even more. "Cum for me love" he said, feeling himself coming closer. As you let it happen, your warmth pulsated around his cock. Not even a few seconds later he filled you with his warm liquid. Thrusting one last time, a loud groan came out. All together in sync with your moans and pulsating body. 

Chibs panted heavy as he leaned one hand on the hood of the car. "This was the best mistake I've made so far" he said with a heavy yet satisfied voice and a light chuckle. He pulled out and put his pants back on. You stood up, pulling your dress down and putting your panties in place. "Thats kinda hot you know' Pullin your panties up like that" he said as he lit up a cigarette. "Oh shut it" you giggled as you slapped his arm playfully. "Lets get our asses back to the party, before anyone notices were gone" you said, the realization of the situation sinking in. Chibs nodded, making his way over to garage door to open it. "Shit.. i can't believe this actually happened" you admitted with a slight chuckle at the end.

Chibs smirked and looked at you

"You know I'm always a big fan of Breaking Boundries"

[band--psycho]

Chibs Telford x Reader - Perspective

For @munsinner who requested this story so long ago for my dialogue prompt writing challenge!

Dialogue Prompt 380 - I'm breaking every rule in the book by being here

Everything was going to shit.

And what’s one thing that came when things went to shit, other than more shit? 

Perspective.

That’s why Chibs was here; at Y/n Tellers front door, working out how to tell her he loved her. 

Because he’d had enough; enough of sticking to the rules, enough of trying to be the good guy, enough of denying himself the one person he craved more than anything. 

Y/n Teller.

The princess of Charming, his best friend's younger sister, the one woman he swore he’d never fall for…

He’d tried. 

He’d tried so fucking hard to not fall for her, and even when he did fall, he tried so hard to push those feelings aside and act like they didn’t exist. 

But there was no one else for him.

No one else could magically make him smile on the dark days, no one could make him laugh as loudly nor could anyone calm the storm that tore through his mind late at night when he couldn’t sleep. 

Y/n Teller was the only woman who could. 

And selfishly, he wanted more. 

Even though he knew he shouldn’t.

He wanted more than late night chats at 3am, more than stolen glances when no one else was paying either of them any attention, more than a possibility of love. 

He wanted her, completely.

He wanted to tell her how he truly felt.

No more secrets. 

No more ‘almost’ moments.

He wanted her to be his; and to be hers in return. 

He wasn’t a saint, by any stretch of the imagination, he’d done things he’d regretted or wished he could’ve changed. 

The last thing he wanted was for Y/n to become another regret, another ‘what if moment’ in his life. 

He could work out the consequences later, but he needed her to know how he truly felt.

He knocked at her door, a small chuckle slipping past his lips when he heard her swearing about who was waking her up at this ridiculous hour.

Her swearing continued when she opened the door, wearing a fluffy dressing gown and matching fluffy slippers. Even in the middle of the night, when she wasn’t even trying to look good she was still the most perfect woman he’d ever seen. 

Her anger soon diminished when she saw who was standing there.

“Chibs?” She questioned, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion as to what he was going here in the middle of the night. 

He didn’t answer; silence descended upon both of them, as his mind tried to work out what he was going to say to her now that he was here. 

“Filip?” She asked again; softer this time as she placed her hand on his shoulder; her confusion shifting into worry. 

A million thoughts raced through her head about why he was here; had something else happened with the club…

“I’m breaking every rule in the book by being here,” he muttered, as he took a step towards her. 

Those words brought her back to reality.

A small gasp fell from her lips as she processed the words he said; she knew what he was talking about. 

There was only one rule she knew of that he could be referring to, and it made her heart skip a beat. 

“I need ye, lass, and I’m done pretending I don’t,” he continued; his eyes meeting Y/ns as he took another step closer towards her, she didn’t move, she just stood still letting him almost close the distance between them completely. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she breathed shakily as her arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

“I know,” he agreed quietly, glancing down at her lips before meeting her eyes again. 

“We should stop,” she whispered, her lips now inches away from Chibs’.

“Is that what ye want, love?” 

That’s not what she wanted at all.

But she knew that if they did this, if they broke the rules they’d both been sticking too for so long, she could never go back. 

“No,” she answered simply. 

That was the only answer Chibs needed before he closed the small distance between them. 

The world melted away. 

For a moment, nothing else existed; it was just the two of them, losing themselves in one another.

Without a word, they moved together, back into her flat, where Chibs kicked the door shut.

They kissed with a desperation that spoke of a need that had been building for far too long.

Chibs pulled her in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Yer mine now,” he mumbled, in between kisses,  “and I’m not letting ye go.”

And with that, he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, both of them knowing that after tonight, things would never be the same again, but both of them being too lost in each other to care about the consequences.

[somethinginthewayiam]

Lockdown

(pic: google/Entertainment Weekly)

a/n: this part is episode 5 of season 6 with reader inserted in it, from her pov. The dialogue when everybody is back at the clubhouse, right before the explosion happens, is the real one from the episode with the help of https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 3049

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), angst, clubhouse explosion

Summary: Chibs calls you out of nowhere and orders you to be at the clubhouse. There, Gemma tells you that the club is in lockdown...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

You were in the middle of grocery shopping when your phone rang. When you checked your screen, it was an unknown number. Back in the day, you wouldn’t have answered your phone when you didn’t know who it was.

But since you’ve met Chibs and learned about the club’s love for burner phones for reasons you didn’t even want to know, you learned to answer your phone whenever it rang.

“Hello?”, you asked, expecting Chibs to be on the other end. “Aye, darlin’, it’s me”, he answered like always. “Hey”, you said and a smile played around your lips at the sound of his voice.

“I need ya to pack some clothes, go to the clubhouse and don’t ask any questions”, he told you and the tone of his voice was concerned, almost afraid. The question of the Why was at the tip of your tongue but you swallowed it. “Okay”, you simply said and the next second the call was over. You looked at your phone, startled.

You put the basket full of groceries down on the floor, turned around and almost ran out to your car. You drove home, threw some random clothes and your phone charger into a bag and ran back down to your car.

It was already getting dark when you drove onto the lot of Teller-Morrow, a lot of cars were already parked. You found a spot at the other end of the lot. You grabbed your bag and purse from the passenger seat and got out.

When you got closer to the clubhouse, you found Gemma directing people. “Hey, Gemma”, you called out. “Hey, sweetheart”, she greeted you with a hug. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”, you asked her. “We’re in lockdown, honey”, she told you and kept on directing some girls, you had never seen before, who were carrying packages of groceries and other stuff.

“In what?”, you asked irritated. “Go inside, find Lyla, she’ll get you up to speed”, Gemma pointed you towards the clubhouse door. “Stacey, did you get the sodas?”, Gemma called out to a woman behind you. “Yeah, they’re in my car”, the woman yelled over. “I’ll send Chucky to help you”, Gemma replied. “I’ll go get him”, you told her and walked into the clubhouse.

You found the main room to be stacked with people. Men, women and kids of all ages. You were overwhelmed to say the least. You tried to focus on the task at hand; finding Chucky.

Right at that moment, he came out of the room behind the bar. “Hey, Chucky. Gemma needs you outside”, you told him. “Right on it”, he nodded and rushed outside.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stood surrounded by a lot of people in the middle of the clubhouse and felt so alone. You had no idea what’s going on. Besides Gemma and Chucky, you had seen no-one you knew and you were scared. Everyone around you seemed to know what to do and you felt so lost.

“Y/N, hey”, you heard behind you and found Lyla coming out from the hallway that led to the dorm rooms. “Lyla, thank god”, you breathed out in relieve. “Can you please tell me what’ going on? Chibs called me about 30 minutes ago, told me to come here and ask no questions. And then Gemma said we’re in lockdown. And I have no idea what that means and why we’re all here and…”, you ran out of breath.

“Alright, calm down”, Lyla put her hands on your shoulders and guided you to one of the bar stools. “We’re in lockdown right now. That means that we should not leave the clubhouse or the lot without someone from the club accompanying us”, Lyla started to explain.

“But why a lockdown? What the hell happened?”, you asked her frustrated. Everyone seemed to know what was going on but you.

“As for the why, that is often unclear, maybe a deal going south or tensions with another club. But usually, Jax or another Son with the ability to make decisions, calls it. Then, all the family members gather here where the club can protect us and ensure our safety”, Lyla continued her explanation. You weren’t sure if what you heard contributed to you calming down.

“Listen, they don’t just do this for fun, they have good reasons for it”, she told you and took your hand in hers. “It’s all gonna be okay”, Lyla added.

“Okay”, you slowly nodded, trying to control your breathing. “But you said family. I don’t know what I’m doing here then? I’m nobodies’ family”, you mentioned.

“You working for CaraCara and Diosa alone makes you family. And whatever this thing between you and Chibs is, definitely makes you family. So, you’re right where you need to be”, Lyla told you and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“Okay”, you repeated and ran your hands through your hair. You took a deep breath and tried to slow down your racing heart.

“My first lockdown was hard for me, too. I find that I handle it best when I distract myself. I’m sure Gemma needs another helping hand. And I could use some help setting up the dorm rooms”, Lyla said and hopped off her bar stool.

She was right, occupying your mind would probably be best for you.

You helped Lyla taking care of the kids and family members to take your mind off things and keeping yourself busy. You met some of the old ladies and were starting to get a sense of what it would be like to be in the inner circle.

The rest of the day, none of the Sons showed up at the clubhouse and you ended up spending the night there. You didn’t get a lot of sleep as your mind was racing all the time and listening to every little sound in and around the house. You hadn’t heard from Chibs since the phone call when he ordered you to be here. That didn’t help to ease your mind as well.

As soon as it was justifiable, you started on breakfast. Chucky was up early too and helped you. You tried to look at it like summer camp, just with a dangerous note.

Chucky seemed a little off. Well, off for him at least. He seemed absent and sad. He told you about a former member of the Sons, Otto, who died in prison last night. He further told you that Otto had taken care of him when he was in prison. You spent some time with Chucky and comforted him over the loss of his friend.

A little while later, Jax came by. He was alone and only stayed for a few minutes while talking to Gemma before he drove off with Nero. You watched him from afar as you played with Abel in the playground corner. Unser was sitting on the bench and was watching you two. Kerry, a woman you met last night in the clubhouse, was carrying Thomas.

You had hoped to see Chibs and make sure he was okay, but you had to wait a little bit longer.

4 hours to be exact. That was when Jax came back in a black van that Chibs was driving. Other Sons had come back almost one by one. So far, no-one looked like they were seriously hurt.

You were in the middle of taking out the trash when you spotted the van and the group of Jax, Chibs, Tig and Juice having a conversation. The urge to run over to him was almost overwhelming but their talk seemed serious and you didn’t want to interrupt them. You walked over to the benches by clubhouse entrance and decided to wait there.

Just a moment later, Gemma drove onto the lot and Jax and Chibs walked over to have a conversation with her, too. You couldn’t hear anything because of the distance, but you didn’t need to. Gemma’s facial expressions and body language let you know that she was not happy. She rushed past you into the clubhouse.

Then, Chibs finally came over to the clubhouse after getting his kutte and leather jacket from the van. Right now, he was wearing a blue hoodie with a gun holster over it. Compared to the look you were used to, it was a weird sight.

But you couldn’t care less when he finally stood in front of you. You felt shy all of a sudden when you got up from your seat. “Hey, lass”, Chibs said and a light smile played around his lips as he dropped his things onto the table behind you. “Hi”, you breathed out.

It was him that reached out and pulled you into his arms. You wrapped yours around his hips and put your head against his chest. “You good?”, he asked at your ear, bending down a little bit. “Yeah”, you mumbled and enjoyed the moment you had with him. He kissed the top of your hair before he let go again.

“I need to take Gemma somewhere, so I can’t stay”, he told you and took off his gun holster and then his hoodie. He was wearing a black t-shirt underneath. Chibs handed you his things before he grabbed his leather jacket and put it on. Then he slipped into the holster and grabbed his kutte off the table.

“Can you take care of this until I come back?”, he asked you and handed you the leather vest. “I will defend it with my life”, you replied with a smile and pressed the kutte to your chest.

“Come on, Chibby, let’s get this over with”, Gemma said as she walked past the two of you over to her car. You looked after her and then back to Chibs with a questioning look. “Don’t ask”, he said, rolled his eyes and then bent down to give you a kiss before he followed her. He got in on the driver’s seat and drove the car off the lot.

 In the car, Gemma looked out of her window in silence. “You got yourself a good one”, she suddenly spoke up without turning around. “What do ya mean?”, Chibs asked, keeping his eyes on the traffic ahead of him.

“Y/N. For her first lockdown, she’s handling herself great. She takes care of the others like she does that every day. And she’s extremely good with the kids, especially with Abel and Thomas”, Gemma said and finally looked over to her Scottish friend. “She would make a great old lady, one day”, she added.

Chibs stayed silent but she could see that he was clenching his jaw. Gemma kept staring at him in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re jumping way ahead. We’re not there yet, not for long”, Chibs told her but the way that he was avoiding the eye-contact at any cost told Gemma that he didn’t mean it. She knew him long enough to read his signs.

“Look, all I’m saying is, I like her better for you than Fiona”, she summarized. “Gemma”, Chibs sighed.

“In fact, I like her better than Fiona. Period. Even though that’s not that hard”, Gemma added in a sarcastic tone.

“Could ya please stop talking about the mother of me child like that?”, Chibs said while still trying to concentrate on the traffic.

“I’m just looking out for you, baby”, she said and patted his right arm that was stretched out, holding the steering wheel.

“I know”, he sighed again and looked over his shoulder before making a left turn.

 It was already late in the day when every Son was back at the clubhouse. Jax immediately went to the chapel and closed the door behind him. The others were spread out over the clubhouse, talking or doing something else to keep themselves occupied. Chibs seemed tense, you could tell that his mind was somewhere else as he walked around the clubhouse. His and your eyes met across the room from time to time, checking in on each other. You felt the tension in the room rising, but when you looked around, you felt like you’re the only one noticing it.

At some point, Chibs walked into the chapel to talk to Jax for a few minutes. To keep your mind off things and to pass the time, you showed the older kids and some of the bikers a few of your pool table tricks and taught them some of it.

After a while, you let other people play and walked over to the bar. Unser was sitting at the counter, doing a crossword puzzle. Tig and Juice were sitting on the other end of the bar, talking amongst themselves.

Chucky was standing behind the counter, cleaning up and handing out drinks when needed. There was a big barrel next to him which he tried to hook up to the tap.

Chibs came out of the chapel and walked over to Tig and Juice. You grabbed two beers and walked around the bar and over to the Scotsman, handing him one. You stood by his side, leaning against him and putting your arm on his shoulders, your hand playing with the hair in the back of his neck. He put his free arm around your hips, his fingers wandering underneath your shirt, just above your jeans and caressed your skin with his thumb in slow circles. His eyes were fixated at a point in front of him, staring into nothing.

It was nice to have him close to you after long two days. He still seemed quite tense but you felt like the little contact you had calmed you both down. “You okay?”, you asked him in a low voice, a conversation just between the two of you in a room stacked with people and loud noises all around. You brushed a strand of his dark-grey hair out of his forehead and let your finger run down his temple in a soothing gesture.

“Better now”, he said and looked over to you. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the gentle touch. You felt his hand on your hips squeezing you lightly as a reply.

Tara came out from the back with Thomas who was crying, bouncing him on her hip. She must have left the room to let Abel sleep.

“What the hell is Sheriff Remus doing here?”, Tig said and everybody turned around and looked at the security camera footage behind the bar.

“Oh, shit”, Jax said. You hadn’t even noticed him coming out from the chapel. You were too deep in your little Chibs-and-you-bubble.

“Hey, I'll go see”, Unser offered and got up from his chair to go outside. “Thank you”, Jax mentioned, keeping his eyes on the little screen.

“What time is it?”, he asked in the round. “Two minutes to 8:00”, Juice answered after a look at his watch.

“All right, everyone to the table. Let's take this call”, Jax announced and finished his cigarette. Chibs gave you a kiss on the cheek and patted your hip to tell you he was going to get up. “Table, boys”, Chibs called out and motioned all the members over to the chapel.

You walked over to Tara who was standing in the back, swaying Thomas in her arms to get him to settle down.

“Hey, Chucky”, Jax called out and his loud voice made you look over. Chucky came out of the room behind the bar.

“You know where this pen came from?”, Jax said and held up a green pen. “Yeah, it's a shamrock pen. Delivery guy left it a few hours ago”, Chucky explained.

“What delivery?”, Jax inquired. “Beer. Gemma must've ordered it”, Chucky explained further.

Jax and Chibs exchanged a panicked look. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up. Something was wrong.

“8:00 o’clock”, Chibs said. “Full table for the vote”, Jax almost mumbled, but you heard him.

The next second, hell broke loose!

“Everyone out! Get out! Now, get out!”, Jax yelled. People started running and screaming.

“What's going on?”, you asked Chibs as he came directly at you. “You need to get out. Now!”, he ordered you. Your eyes were wide in panic. You had never seen Chibs like that.

“Go!”, Jax came over to Tara. “No, no, no, Abel! In your room”, she stammered, clutching Thomas to her chest.

“I got him!”, he told her. “Get them out!”, he said to Tig who suddenly was behind the both of you. You felt his hand on your back when he shoved Tara and you towards the door.

“Get out!”, he kept saying as he made sure you got out of the building and as far away as possible across the lot.

It felt like forever until Jax came running out with Abel in his arms. Chibs came running out just a second later, he was the last one.

When you saw him, you felt relieved, but only for a split second. Because the next moment, a bomb went off in a big wave of fire and the loudest noise you had ever witnessed.

You and everyone around you crouched down to protect themselves. Tig was still next to Tara and put his arms around her and Thomas to shield them. You crouched down right next to Tara and put your arms around her and Thomas as well.

When you turned back around, you found the clubhouse in flames. Your heart was racing, you felt like it would jump out of your chest at any moment.

Your eyes wandered over to Chibs and met his, he was looking for you in the crowd. When he spotted you, he ran over and pulled you up by your arms.

“You okay? Are ya hurt?”, he shouted and held you at an arm’s length to look you up and down. You could only stare at him. You heard a loud, continuous ringing in your ears. Your mouth opened and closed but you weren’t able to form any words, let alone coherent sentences.

The next moment, you felt yourself being wrapped in his arms and pulled tightly against his chest. You felt your fingers clawing into his kutte. Your breathing was heavy. You slowly realized what you had just witnessed; that you could have died just a minute ago. And then you just burst into tears.

Like a faint memory, you felt Chibs’ hand caressing your hair. He was mumbling something against your temple, but your ears were still ringing, you couldn’t hear anything he said.

next part A new home

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part II. and you'r my cult leader

The next day she woke up with a horrible headache. But she couldn't rest at home, she awoke to a call from Tig. Church meeting.

Well, just what Y/N needed. From the moment she woke up, the only thing she could think about was the night before. The pain of it all, her betrayal, Chibs's betrayal. How he hit her. And how he took care of her after. But it didn't matter. If she ever had hopes for her and him, after last night, it was all gone.

Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She was taken aback by how bad she looked. Her eyes were bruised from her eyebrows down until her cheeks. Above her right eye there was a cut, which turned into a scab overnight. The same on her lips. She cleaned herself up and put clean stitches over it. Her whole face was swollen.

After the shower, she dried her hair, and whilst drinking a cup of tea and smoking a cigarette, she held a bag of frozen peas over her face, hoping to reduce the swelling. She didn't ever bother with makeup, knowing that her condition was far from concealable.

She put on a pair of skinny brown jeans, and a loose cream colored turtleneck blouse, put on her cut, and after completing her outfit with black boots, she was out the door.

She arrived just on time. Usually she is always early, but she didn't want to spend more time at the clubhouse today than it was necessary.

When she walked in, all of them were at the bar. Jax, Tig, Happy, Quinn, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Chibs. The prospects were cleaning up.

When they first saw her, everyone got quiet for a second.

"Holy shit." Jax exclaimed "Who did this to you?"

"Girl, are you okay?" asked Tig, and he quickly walked up to her and held Y/N's face gently in his hands.

"Yes Tigger. I'm okay guys. This was some personal stuff, there is nothing to worry about." She tried to sound as convincing and confident as she could.

"That is certainly a thing we should be worried about" said Bobby.

"The person who did this to you is an animal. That is all that I'm saying." Quinn spoke. Even Happy looked concerned.

Opie and Juice didn't say anything but were very conflicted. Opie hugged her shoulders as they went in to the Table.

Chibs haven't said a word. He didn't even look her in the eye.

"So, before we talk about what is on our plate with the Mayans, Y/N, you have to tell us what happened. Who hurt you?" Jax asked.

They all nodded and turned to her.

"This was personal business, and I do not wish to tell you just now. I can't tell you, trust me." She looked Jax straight in the eye, with a knowing look. At first Jax just stared at her, but after some monent, she could see that he finally understood what happened. After all, Jax and Chibs were the only one knowing about the ratting. Jax glanced at Chibs who was continuously staring at a specific part of the table in front of him. He then looked back at Jax, and the President understood everything.

"Fine. I respect that Y/N."

"But that is not okay? Somebody hurt her. Who was it? A lover maybe?" Tig guessed.

"He is right, we have to protect her" Juice added.

Y/N chuckled at Juice's suggestion that she needs protection, but smiled at him. She loved Juice, he was so cute, like a little brother to her.

"If pres said to leave it, leave it." Chibs finally looked up and at Y/N. His voice was strict.

After that, the subject changes to Alvarez getting into the Diosa business. They all voted aye for allowing the mexican to buy out Nero's part.

"And guys, I have some good news. We will have a big party tonight. We are all set, things going okay for now. Everyone, wind down, have fun." Jax said and hit the table with the gavel.

Y/N didn't want to spend her time at the clubhouse. She almost immediately got up, and left.

Honestly, the only thing Y/N wanted was to lay in her bed, eat some ice cream, watch a movie and fall asleep. Luckily, there was no more club business for that day, so she went to the grocery store before heading home, where she bought some frozen pizzas, and ice cream. She rode home and was all set for the day.

She took another shower. There was something about feeling clean. She put on a new set of baby pink pyjamas, and crawled into her bed. She got overwhelmed by the tv selection, and after finding nothing she was in the mood for, she started watching a documentary about cheetahs.

She tried her best to pay attention to the hunting method of the animals, or her ice cream, or anything which was not Chibs, but she couldn't. She never wanted to see him again. At the same time all she wanted was him.

When she finished her sweets and put the spoon in the dishwasher, she heard knocking.

She froze. She didn't expect anyone. Her gun was in her bedroom, and her semi was near the front entrance of the house on the coat hanger.

By the time she thought of a solution, it didn't matter.

"Aye, it's me girl. Let me in, I want to talk to ya." It was Chibs. Y/N felt like her heart skipped a beat.

She walked up to the front door.

"What do you want?" She spoke softly, just loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Let me in. I just want to check up on you." She couldn't figure out Chibs's intentions. It dawned on her, that she was scared. Scared of her friend, brother... She felt incredibly weak and bitter.

"Y/N?"

"I'm scared." That was her response.

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"I'm scared." Her voice was so weak, so soft, he could hear the fear and it crushed him. She was everything. The most amazing, interesting, caring and smart women he has ever known. She made a mistake, she had to pay. Or maybe he was too harsh?

He felt as if his heart was sinking to the deepest void.

"Please sweetheart. Let me in, I am not here to hurt you. I just want to..." But what did he want? Himself didn't even know. "I just want to see you."

The door slowly, very slowly opened. Her small frame seemed even smaller now. Barefoot, with her pink pyjamas she was like a little girl. Only little girls don't have their faced wrecked by big bad bikers.

Chibs walked into the house. When he heard the door close behind him, he straight up walked up to Y/N who instantly stepped back until her back hit the wall.

"Don't." He said and embraced her in his arms. At first she froze but then put her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bodywash, clean bedsheets and candy. She was so pure at that moment.

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He smelled like tobacco, gasoline and dirt. His strong arms somehow calmed Y/N down.

"I'm here." She said.

"And so am I. I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"No, if you haven't done this, maybe somebody else would've done even worse. I could be dead, Chibs. For what I've done."

He didn't reply. Instead, he picked her up, initially in bridal style, but she eagerly put her legs around his waist.

They looked each other in the eye, and then Y/N caressed Chibs's glasgow smile.

"Take me to bed."

[filipfuckingtelford]

Aim for the head Part 6

Sons had to leave their safe house for good. They left a goodby surprise for the gang that attacked them. What will they find in the new place? Would there be a new shelter or the new danger? Will the gang from the military base leave them be?

Part 6 of my SoA x TWD fic. Feel free to comment and enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Sons reached their destination point in five hours. Roads were mostly blocked by cars people were leaving in first days of apocalypse. There ahead were mountains and those who decided to go there for shelter knew they couldn't go by cars. So now lots of dead vehicles were rotting on the road and Sons had to move slowly and carefully among them. Only when the first houses of Valley Springs could be seen in the distance the road was finally empty.

As they were riding away from their home Chibs had some time to think. They lost two of their brothers in the fight, they lost their shelter, lost Charming. They had no place to go and no plan for the future. It was all dark and uncertain now. But he had Y/N. They were exchanging glances on the way and it made him feel better. He probably needed to talk to Clay at some point but before they find a new place to stay it wasn't a good idea to discuss what happened between him and Y/N. Clay already made it clear he didn't like it and Filip expected him to do something to prevent them from being together.

Chibs saw the look in Clay's eyes yesterday as Y/N was staying next to Telford, her palm on his shoulder. His president didn't like what he saw, but didn't tell anything, for now. Chibs knew Clay would give him hard time.

On the first hours of ride they heard the sound of explosions from behind and knew that Negan came back for them, but found an empty clubhouse and mined territory. Sons could only hope that he and his people were dead now.

Moving along the streets of the town, they were looking for any place to stay. It had to be something big enough to have room for everyone. Eleven people needed a new safe house now. They needed some fresh start to leave their past behind.

Jax was riding in front of the procession and in awhile he gave others a sign to stop. He unmounted from his bike and approached the rest of the group. "There's a school, not really big one, but it has enough space and walls around the territory" He explained. "It's probably invaded with empties, but if we manage to clear the territory we can stop here"

"We need to choose ones that would go inside and the rest of us should stay here and cover, just in case. Our engines attracted those empties hiding around" Chibs looked at his brother and Jakson nodded.

"Yeah. You, Happy, Tig and Y/N go inside. We will be here to keep others safe" He agreed.

"We need to hurry. It's better to hide behind walls before all town crawls here" Y/N warned and she was right. They needed to clear the territory as soon as possible.

Chibs, his brothers and Y/N made their way towards the school. They left their bikes next to the gates to reach them fast if they will have to run from the building. The rest of the group was left behind on the road. Jax, Juice and two recruits surrounded their cars to watch the territory on four sides from them.

While Happy and Y/N were checking the territory, Chibs and Tig approached the door. No sound could be heard inside, but they knew there were empties in the building. They were sleeping, waiting for some food to get closer and wake them up.

"Wait untill Hap and Y/N join us" Chibs whispered and Trager nodded, he knew splitting up was a bad idea. After what happened at N9ers' they decided to stay all together.

Soon Y/N showed up followed by Happy. "Empty" Lowman said in his usuall brief manner. Chibs nodded and started counting to three with his fingers, before he finally opened the door. The main corridor was empty. School really wasn't that big, it had three classes on each side, couple of bathrooms, sports hall in the back and six rooms including medical unit on the second floor and the dining room. They needed to check every room one by one to be sure it was safe for the rest of the group.

They started moving along the corridor. Happy opened the door of the first class and raised his gun. Several slow empties didn't even realise what happened when he shot them one by one. Soft clicks of his gun could be heard in the quiet of the building but not loud enough to wake up creatures in other rooms. "Clear" he announced and the group started moving further.

Chibs opened the door on the other side of the corridor. The class was empty, but there on the floor was a body. Someone preferred to take their own life to never turn to one of the monsters, a gun still in their hand. "Christ" Chibs gasped and carefully closed the door. They will need to clean this place.

The next room met them with another jumper. The same as the one who attacked Happy yesterday. Tig had to get on the floor and roll over to avoid the attack and managed to shoot it during another jump. "Theese things freak me out" Happy admitted as he pushed the lifeless, mutilated corpse with his shoe. It was small, crooked, it had long hands and short but strong legs. And wide mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Disgusting" Tig commented before they threw the body into the classroom and continued their route. They kept checking every room. Several empties here couple empties there. Nothing special but they were acting carefully and could avoid any problem. Until they reached the cafeteria. The last room they had to check.

All four of them saw this thing the moment they opened double doors. It was an empty, huge one, tall and bloated, it's skin was covered with dark stains and ulcers.

"What the fuck..." Happy gasped as the creature slowly turned to them and started walking towards the group, growling and mumbling. They started shooting at the same time, all four of them. Four bullets pierced it's head. But it didn't fall, only stopped and was bouncing on one place. It also started swelling slowly becoming bigger.

"I think it's gonna..." Tig started as they all were frozen, fascinated and disgusted by the scene. Chibs was the one to wake up from this drowse. He shut the doors closed. The loud bang behind the doors made them recoil from it. "Expload" Tig finally finished his sentence.

"Holly fuck" Chibs cursed and opened the door. Room was covered with green gooey liquid and the pieces of emptie's body.

"We're lucky it was in the last room" Y/N commented. The loud noise would've attracted every empty in school to them.

"I'll go..." Trager was pale and seemed queasy from looking at what was left of the monster "Call the others..." He headed outside while Chibs, Y/N and Happy went to the first floor and started carrying empties outside. They will have time to deal with those later, now they had to clear the building to have place to spend the night.

Soon all their vehicles were parked in the school yard and Chibs, Jax and Happy were trying to close breaches in the walls. They were lucky to find some materials in the caretaker's cabin behind the main building. They will need more, but it could wait. For now Sons only needed to make sure their walls would protect them during the night.

"Fuck!" Chibs heard Jax's voice while he was attaching some wooden sheets to the wall. His brother just came closer to one of the holes and turned away from it to grab a board and hammer to fix it when several hands reached him out from outside and were now pulling him.

"Hap!" Chibs called his brother and ran towards Jax, grabbing his arms in attempt to free him from monster' grip. They were all rotten and dead but so strong whet it was about food. Jax's back was already pressed against the wall and empties were trying to bite him, his leather preventing any injuries though.

Happy was there the next moment. He was holding one of his big knives and was waiting for Chibs to pull Jakson away from the fence just a little to give him space for a hit.

"I can't" Chibs groaned, holding his brother as tight as he could, but those creatures were just too strong.

"Come on!" Jax was struggling as well, trying to free himself from the grip, soles of his shoes digging into the ground, but even together with Telford they hardly could do anything.

"What the hell going on?" Tig was running towards them as he saw some fuss at the walls while he brought another corpse outside.

"Help me pull him away from the wall!" Chibs ordered and now two of them were trying to free Jax. They finally managed to give Happy some space and it was over in seconds. Happy made several fast hits with his knife and Jax rolled on the ground, together with Telford and Trager, five rotten hands were now laying not far from them and Happy was carefully wiping black sticky liquid from the blade.

Jax was the first one to laugh. He just imagined how stupid it was, and the fact that he could be dead by now if not his thick leather cut only made him laugh harder. Chibs and Tig were chuckling as well but Happy was dead serious. Some devilish lights burning in his eyes. He probably loved to cut rotten bodies and no one could blame him.

They got back to work after awhile but now avoiding to turn their back to the wall just in case. Empties were too attracted by the noise they made with cars and were now crawling from all the neighbourhood towards the school.

Chibs didn't know how Y/N and two recruits managed to clean the remains of the big guy but when he came back into the cafeteria it was all clean. Tara and Gemma were revising the food kept in the storage, throwing everything spoiled away and replacing it with those supplies Sons brought from the TM shelter.

He found Y/N in one of the rooms on the second floor. She was trying to disassemble desks to make some space.

"Ye need help, lass?" Chibs asked as he came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and took a screwdriver from her small gentle hands "It's a job for someone big, not a fine lass like ye" He whispered to her ear and she laughed.

"I'm okay, Filip. You need to find a room for yourself. Dad said club memers should live on the first floor except for Jax who needs to be with Tara and boys upstairs, and recruits will share the room on the second floor as well as me" She turned to him and smiled slightly. "

"So I'm supposed to be as far from ye as possible?" Chibs smirked. He knew why Clay was doing it. Not only for the safety reasons. Y/N knew how to protect herself. He wanted to keep Filip away from his daughter "And Jax should be keeping an eye on ye"

"Oh come on, Filip" Y/N chuckled and shook her head her fingers touching his cheek gently, tracing his scar with her thumb "I'll sneak to your room"

"I know, lass" He sighed "If only he won't do anything else to prevent it"

Juice peeked into the room the very moment Chibs leaned to kiss Y/N and had to pull away from her unhappy.

"Clay said everyone who can fight should gather for the meeting" Ortiz said and left quickly. He knew better than to bother Chibs when he had that look in his eyes.

They headed downstairs and entered one of the rooms. All of the desks were disassembled already and in the center of the room there was a big table with chairs around. Tig was hiding weapons and ammunition in the cabinet. It looked like a chapel back home, simple but familiar.

Chibs took his seat so did the rest club members and Y/N together with Tray and Ashley were standing by the wall. Clay gave Filip a heavy look and then started talking.

"We've been through alot of shit recently. You all fought well, good job. But we now have to start all over, in a new place, a new safehouse. We have a lot of work to do and we don't have enough people. So we need to be organized and disciplined" Everyone was listening carefully and Clay continued "First of all, tonight, even though we don't have towers, we have to stand guard on the perimeter. Four people in first four hours and other four in the next four hours. So the first shift would be Tig, Y/N, Happy and Ashley and the next one is Chibs, Jax, Juice and Tray"

Chibs frowned. He knew exactly why Clay was doing it and he knew it was not all his President had. But he didn't argue. Before he'll talk to Clay about Y/N there was no use in it.

"Now. Tomorrow we have to build towers. One on each side of the perimeter. Hence in the morning the first shift should go look for supplies while others have rest. We also need to find some beds or sleeping bags to start with. As soon as we have towers, same shifts would be every four hours while others have rest or go out or make fortifications. We need this place as safe as we can and we have to do it as soon as possible. Questions?" Clay was confident, brutal, dead serious. He was the one to organize everything like he did in the first days of apocalypse. And no one dared to argue. They really had to work hard to make this school as fortified as their clubhouse once was.

"Dad, can we change shifts?" Y/N asked and Chibs looked at her surprised. She didn't understand why Clay was separating them. She didn't even realized he did it on purpose.

'No. I have reasons" Clay replied not looking at Y/N but gave Chibs another look.

"But..." She started, but the President raised his hand.

"I said - no. No discussion here. We need to start working. Gemma and Tara are cooking dinner for us all. Y/N, Ashley, go see if they need some help. I want others to go and see what supplies we need. All the desks and other useless shit should be disassembled and used for fortifications. Go."

Sons and recruits started leaving one by one and Y/N followed them as well. She caught Chibs' hand when the door of new chapel closed behind them and looked at him confused.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pa will keep me away from ye" Chibs sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew they had only couple of moments together and it would be this way as long as Clay would want it to be this way.

"But why? I don't understand! I will go talk to him" She shook her head but Filip stopped Y/N.

"Not the right time, lass. He's angry and I can't blame him. We lost everything, we have to start a new life, we lost our brothers, Clay was shot... He won't ever allow us to be together if we try to talk to him now" Chibs didn't want it, but he knew there was no choice for now. When President will calm down there would be a way to convince him. They had to wait.

"But we just started... and I... I don't want to be away from you" Y/N frowned. She was holding him tight, refusing to let go.

"I don't want to stay away from ye either, lass. But we have to wait. I'll make it work, I promise" Chibs leaned down to kiss her when he heard heavy foorsteps from the chapel "Go to your mom" He said pulling away and left the building as fast as he could. He wasn't afraid of Clay, but it really wasn't the right time for arguing now.

Two weeks passed this way. Sons found a lot of supplies in the dead city. No other shelters, no other survivours. If something happens again they would be on their own. So they made sure to fortify their new safehouse the best way. Four watchtowers were build on each side of the territory, walls and gates were covered with steel sheets they found on the old workshop. Three generators from the hospital basement were granting power, light and water.

Gemma started new vegetable garden in the school yard but it needed time to give a harvest, so the main problem now was food. Sons were gathering all the canned food they could find and Tig with Happy started hunting in the nearby forest.

Life was slowly getting back to normal. There were not so many empties in the town. Even the hospital was almost empty. So they could be relatively safe on their raids for supplies.

During one of them it was Chibs' and Jax's turn to go out for food and some fertilizers Gemma ordered.

"Are you alright brother?" Jax asked as the gates closed behind them.

"Aye, kid, why?" Filip raised his brow. Jax was his best friend for years now and he saw something was wrong with him.

Jax smirked, relaxed and teasing his friend slightly "Clay's giving you two hard time recently, Chibby, isn't he?"

"Aye, kid, I should talk to him soon" Filip took a drag on his cigarette and nodded "But I don't know if he will even listen to me"

"Come on, brother. From all the people I know you are the best man. If you two love each other you should go for it" Jakson chuckled quietly "Clay will eventually come to terms with it"

"Thank ye, Jackie boy. I needed to hear that" Chibs sighed relieved. Now he had to talk to Clay when they come back home.

They've stopped by the house with a huge garden around. It had to have some fertilizers and if they were lucky enough, some canned food in the basement. Chibs got out of the car and shot an empty who was attracted by the sound of the engine. Another one could be seen through the glass door scratching it in an worthless attempt to get to him and Jax.

"I'll take this one" Teller said as he was slowly approaching the front door. He opened it with one fast move and the empty fell down on the porch. Jax pressed his boot against it's chest and pulled the trigger.

They entered the house together, it was empty and dark, probably no more threat there was. So while Jax was searching for the food in the kitchen and basement, Chibs headed to the back yard to look for what Gemma asked.

He noticed the small shed in the further side of the territory and headed there when he heard a low quiet growl from the right. He turned to the sound the same moment something big knocked him down. It was a dog, but it wasn't alive. Huge doberman was pressing Chibs against the ground, half of it's face rotten, revealing scull bones. But it was moving. They never saw animal empties before but it was probably possible for them to turn after a bite.

While Chibs was trying to push it away, the dog's teeth were only inches away from his face. The dog wasn't barking, it's vocal cords were probably long gone, but it was growling and trying to reach Filip's face or neck. And it almost did, Chibs had to move to raise his gun and teeth brushed against the leather sleeve of his shirt. If he didn't wear this thick leather clothes the dog would bit him. Luckily Telford managed to shoot and pushed the lifeless body away from himself.

"Christ, what a beast" He mumbled, standing up and trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?" Jax heard some noise from outside and came to check on his brother. He froze when he saw the dog on the ground "Was it... the empty?"

"Aye... I didn't know they existed" Chibs was wiping saliva from his sleeve.

The rest of their raid was safe. They were lucky to find some canned food and fertilizers, as well as some new clothes and tools. Chibs and Jax came back home and as there were still some time before their shift, Filip decided it was time to confront Clay about Y/N. He didn't want to wait any longer. Anything could happen in this crazy world, and Chibs didn't want to waste more time.

He found his president in the chapel and knocked before he entered. Clay was looking at him, silent. He knew why Telford came and was waiting for him to talk.

Chibs sat on his chair and looked at Morrow "I know ye don't like what's going on between Y/N and me" He started.

"You are damn right, Chibs. I don't" Clay smirked and it wasn't a good sign, but Filip continued.

"I love her. I really do, and she feels the same way about me. You can't change it by keeping us apart" He never broke the eye contact with president "This world is falling apart. I need every moment we have, Clay. I need her"

"You are twice her age. She can have someone better" Clay shrugged "And she will change her mind if you are not around all the time"

"She loves me, Clay. And I love her. I will keep her safe and I will never hurt her" Chibs sighed. Maybe Clay was right and Y/N could chose someone else. Juice was younger, they might meet some other survivours. But what they had was special and Chibs knew it now. "She won't feel any different if I can't be with her because you keep me away from her"

"I will give it a try, Chibs. I don't like it, so everything will remain the same. Stay away from my daughter" Clay turned away and Filip knew it was no use to continue.

He left the room and headed towards his dorm. Chibs didn't know what to do. He barely had several moments with her in past two weeks and it was killing him. Filip had to find the way to convince Clay, make him change his mind.

In couple of days as it was Chibs' turn to stay on the watchtower, Y/N and Tig were out for supplies again. They needed some baby food for boys. Filip was smoking, gloomily watching the street when he noticed their van coming back. It was too soon and Chibs knew something happened. He climbed down the tower fast to open the gates. The van stopped at the parking and Tig got out of it. Y/N wasn't with him. Filip felt his heart stop, panic slowly consuming him.

"Where..." He whispered, suddenly speachless. He couldn't ask, didn't dare to. Chibs was afraid to hear the answer.

Clay heard the engine and was approaching them fast. He seemed worried as well. "Where is Y/N?" He asked what Chibs couldn't.

"It's Negan" Tig was pale, his hands shaking "He found us... He took her."

[negansdoll]

One reason to stay

( Chibs Telford x Reader )

Summary : Y/N wants to leave Charming but her car has a problem. She goes to TMAR where she finds Chibs who tries to convince her to stay... ( SMUT )

You got out of your car and ran through TMAR’s parking space to avoid the rain.

It was late in the night and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the light on in the garage. Someone was there.

You pushed the door and entered which made Chibs looking up to you.

- Y/N ? he asked, frowning.

- Hey Chibs, you said as you closed the door behind you.

- What are doin here at night sweetheart? he asked, taking off his glasses.

- My car has a problem, you simply said. Well it makes a weird sound when I’m driving.

- Mmmh, he nodded, but that doesn’t explain why you came here at 1am, he said as he stood up. Where do you wanna go ?

You sighted before bitting your bottom lip.

- Y/N ?

- I’m leaving Charming.

- What ?! he exclaimed, frowning.

- I can’t find a job here and it’s getting hard for me. I’m going back to my mom’s house.

Chibs looked at you and stayed silent for a few seconds.

- And so you wanted to leave without telling bye to us ?

You looked down a second.

- Saying goodbye is not a thing I like. I would have called you and the guys tomorrow.

Chibs looked at you, not answering.

- Can you look at my car ? you asked.

- No, he answered.

- No ? you repeated, chuckling. Why ?

- Cause if I look at it and fix the problem, you’ll leave. That’s not what I want.

You frowned as he walked to you.

- Chibs I...

- Stay.

You frowned as he stopped walking once he arrived just right in front of you.

You and Chibs always had a strong relationship, you were really close to each other, you liked to flirt but you never went further.

- Chibs, I can’t.

- Yes you can. And you will.

- Alright, then, give me one reason to stay, you chuckled.

Chibs looked at you for a second before pressing his lips on yours.

You opened wide your eyes, surprised, before kissing him back.

You slowly put your hands on his cheeks as he put his on your waist to hold you and to bring you on his desk on which you sat.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, still kissing him.

Chibs was a damn well kisser and you realized only at this moment that you wanted this to happen since a while.

You shivered when you felt his hands on your skin under your T-shirt before he removed it.

- Chibs... you whispered between two kisses.

- You wanted a reason to stay, he growled while kissing your neck. I’m giving you one sweetheart, he added, unzipping his pants to take it off.

He lifted up you skirt and removed your panties. You didn’t even try to stop him... Felt like you always wanted this...

- Jesus, you moaned when you felt two of his fingers inside you.

You grabbed his neck harder before pulling him closer to you as he kept kissing your neck, licking and softly bitting it.

He was moving his fingers back and forth faster and faster, making you groan louder at each movement.

- Chibs... Take me... Take me now... you begged him eyes closed.

Listening to you, he took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips before licking it as you were looking at him.

- Delicious... he smirked. If you knew since when I wanted to taste you Y/N...he chuckled before pushing his member inside you.

- Oh fuck... you moaned as he started to slowly move back and forth.

Chibs grabbed your hips harder and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as he was starting to move faster.

You were moving your hips as fast as his to follow his movements, helping him to get deeper.

- Jesus, I’m gonna come... you groaned before kissing him, clawing your nails down his back.

A few seconds after, you felt a burning and electric wave of intense pleasure running through your body as your back arched.

- Oh my God... you moaned one last time as Chibs came just after you.

He let a loud groan escaped from his lips before taking you in his arms.

Suddenly the door opened behind him.

- Oh my God ! you almost screamed when you saw Tig entering.

You pushed Chibs away from you before putting your panties back on.

- Oh wow, smirked Tig before laughing. Why didn’t you invite me ? he asked.

- Get out asshole, chuckled Chibs putting his pants back on.

Tig laughed before leaving the small office, as your heeks turned red.

- Is that a good reason to stay Sweetheart ?

.

Hope you liked it ✨ ( sorry for the mistakes i’m french :( )

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

[ankhmutes]

Sons of Anarchy Fanfic Commission/request

I'm trying to behave. So much.

So instead of STARTING a new fanfiction, I'd love to outsource. Any authors willing to write a Sons of Anarchy fic?

I'm totally willing to pay you or commission you, of course. I want to support the fanfiction author community. So if you have read my tumblr, you've read my fics, or you KNOW of an author who would want to do this, let me know. Just contact me through my DMs or even comment below, or whatever. I've had a fic commisisoned before, and they did an AMAZING job, but a lot of people I've looked up are pretty busy or full-up.

I also am more than happy to talk shop or story lines or even head cannons, ideas... anything with Sons, or The Walking Dead, harry potter, MASH .. pretty much any fandom I've mentioned in my time here.

thank you for your time.

[tumbleweed-writes]

Masterlist

Long Fics:

Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. :

Y/N has tried hard to forget her past as a club hang around in Charming. She's tried to be a better person attempting to run her family's funeral home and be an upstanding member of society. However a request for a favor from SAMCRO in exchange for payment for debts drags her right back into the life she tried so hard to leave behind. The offer of payment isn't the only thing pulling her back into the world of SAMCRO. A certain Scotsman proves to be another incentive to Y/N to possibly find her way back to the life she'd sworn to leave behind.

One , Two , Three , Four , Five , Six , Seven , Eight , Nine , Ten , Eleven , Twelve , Thirteen , Fourteen , 15 , 16,

Lilies and Thistles:

Lily Unser comes back to Charming to be with her ailing father. She finds that the world she left behind for college is changing. Things are changing fast and she doesn't know where to stand. Soon Lily finds herself connected to someone who gives her a reason to stay in California. Is Chibs enough to keep her here? Is Lily enough to mend his damaged heart? Starts before season 1.

1 ,

Now That I Have You

Molly and her young son have come to Charming trying to start a new life after fleeing an abusive marriage. The last thing she expects to find is a relationship with a certain Scot. Chibs didn't expect to find love either but finds that he doesn't want to let go of Molly and her boy. Can he protect them when her past comes knocking? Can she accept Chibs' often dangerous life?

One , Two , Three , Four , Five , Six , Seven ,

Scorned

When Sheriff Althea Jarry returns from a sabbatical and discovers that Chibs Telford has taken an ol lady, she's none too pleased. Will her attempts to destroy the peace Chibs Telford has found with Y/N have dangerous consequences for Chibs and Y/N and all that they hold dear?

One, Two , Three , Four , Five , Six , Seven ,

Oneshots:

Wrong Number

When Y/N sends some enticing photos meant for her ol man to the wrong number, she receives some surprising but much hoped for results.

Belonging

Chibs decides that the best way to protect Y/N from the violence of his life is to break her heart. Y/N decides that the best way to mend her broken heart is to agree to a date with a rookie cop much to Chibs' irritation. Chibs is left attempting to win back Y/N and show her they belong to one another the only way he knows how. A smut dialog request. 18+

Deserving

When Frankie Diamonds takes Chibs Telford hostage after going on a rampage and Diosa, Y/N is left fearing the man she loves may be gone from her life forever.

Homecoming

Y/N longs for Chibs Telford after a week apart. A moment of attempting to find some relief from the tension and longing for her fiancé ends in a surprising result as Chibs arrives to a welcome home he had not been anticipating. 18+ Smut dialogue request.

Sweetness

Chibs Telford reflects on how his ol lady came into his life and showed him a sense of sweetness he never thought he deserved. During a moment of intimacy Y/N and Chibs make a surprising but pleasing discovery in the bedroom. 18+smut

Never Lost

President Chibs Telford needs some reassurance from his ol lady as he contemplates the future of SAMCRO. 18+ smut

Fight for What You Want

One ,

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?

[super-marvel-dc]

Jax: So what? You Don't scare me. I'm doing it anyway.

Chibs: That's it, I'm calling Y/N.

Jax: *Panicked* Wait! Please don't, They scare me.

Chibs: Too late for that Jackie boy. They're on their way now.

Y/N: *Bursts through through the door* Jackson Nathaniel Teller!

Jax: *High pitched scream*

[band--psycho]

Chibs Telford x Reader- A Confession Of Love

For the Anon who has waited so patiently for this! Thank you so much for the request!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Y/n and Chibs stood face to face in the clubhouse, the air thick with tension and emotions. Chibs' face was a mask of barely contained anger and frustration, while Y/n's had a mix of fear and sorrow. She knew things with the club weren’t going great; she didn’t need anyone to tell her that, it was clear to see; and she’d heard the rumors of the escalating violence between SAMCRO and a rival gang. That’s why she’d been begging them not to get involved; but it was quite clear to her that her opinion on the matter didn’t matter that much because it was club business; and she wasn’t part of the club. 

She just didn’t want anyone to get hurt. 

In the six months she’d been in Charming, she’d grown quite close to all of the members of the sons of anarchy, especially Chibs and she didn’t want any of them to get injured.…but they were all being so cocky, saying that they wouldn’t get hurt and that she had nothing to worry about. 

“Chibs-” Y/n began, her eyes meeting his in a silent plea to somehow stop this feud from escalating. 

“It’s club business, lass, that’s all,” he stated simply as he walked closer to her. 

Y/n sighed, trying to keep her emotions in check, "I know.  But I also know what could happen if you do this. It will only lead to more violence…” 

This feud had been brewing long before she arrived in Charming; and she knew that either way one of the clubs was going to want retaliation from tonight's fight. They were just going to end up in an endless cycle of blood, pain and loss. 

Chibs looked away, his jaw clenched. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Chibs finally looked back at Y/n, his voice ragged,"We can't just let them get away with this.” 

“Chibs-” Y/n repeated gently, stepping closer to him and putting her hand on his arm.

“Lass, we’re doing this,” he said, his voice gruff, as he pulled away from her touch, knowing damn well that if he stayed here much longer; especially with her looking at him like that, he’d change his mind. 

“Well,” Y/n sighed, frustrating running a hand over her her face, trying to fight the ache in her heart , “I hope none of you get killed,”

“Y/n/n-”

“If none of you are gonna listen to reason then I’m not gonna continue to waste my breath,” she snapped back, not caring that she interrupted him, as she grabbed her bag and jacket and left the clubhouse. 

Though as soon as she was in her car she wanted to go back inside; she wanted to tell Chibs how she felt; that she loved him and was terrified of him dying. 

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

So she just drove home; hoping that her fears wouldn’t come true. 

~~~~

“Jax?” Y/n drowsily questioned; staring at the blonde haired man at her front door. 

“Chibs is in hospital,”  Y/n's heart sank as Jax's words registered in her brain. 

This. This is exactly what she was afraid of. 

“How serious?” She asked, trying to stop her voice from shaking. 

“Serious enough for me to be waking you up at 3am,”

Without another word, Y/n quickly got dressed, throwing on some clothes and slipping on her boots. Jax waited patiently by the door as she grabbed her keys and followed him out to his bike.

The ride to the hospital was a blur, the wind whipping past them as they sped through the deserted streets. Y/n held on tight to Jax's waist, her thoughts consumed with worry for Chibs.

~~~~~

The hospital was a flurry of activity as people rushed in and out. Y/N ran past them, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes fixed on the entrance. She pushed her way through the doors and ran down the hallways, her heart racing and her eyes searching for Chibs.

Finally, she spotted him. He was lying in a hospital bed, his face pale and his clothes covered in blood. He was surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses, all trying desperately to save him.

Her heart broke at the sight. 

All she wanted to do was run to his side and grab his hand but she knew she couldn’t, not now, all she could do was wait. 

“This is your fault y’know,” Y/n mumbled as Jax stood next to her, both of them terrified about what the outcome for Chibs was going to be. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“Sorry?” she scoffed turning to face him, “Chibs could die and you’re fucking sorry?” 

“I didn’t want this…”

There were so many things Y/n wanted to say in response to him; but she swallowed them down before they could leave her lips. 

She knew he didn’t want this. She knew how much he cared about him. 

But that didn’t stop the anger from boiling in her veins.  

~~~~

 Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of waiting, a doctor emerged from the room and gave them a small smile.

“He’s going to be okay,” the doctor said. “But he’ll need some time to recover.”

Jax and Y/n both breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Can we see him?”

“Of course, he’s not awake yet though, so you’ll have to be patient,” 

Y/n nodded as she processed the words before turning her attention to Jax. 

“You go, I’ll go tell the club he’s okay,” he said with a relieved smile on his lips as he squeezed her shoulder before leaving. 

"Chibs," she said, her voice barely a whisper, as she sat down, in the chair next to his bed, placing her hand over his softly,  "Chibs, I'm here."

She repeated those words for the next hour or so until she noticed his eyes began to flutter open and then he looked at her, his gaze filled with pain and confusion.

"Y/n/n," he said, his voice hoarse, "What are you doing here?"

"I had to come," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I had to tell you something."

He looked at her, his gaze softening.

"What is it?" he asked.

Y/N took a deep breath, and then she said the words she had been wanting to say for so long.

"I love you, Chibs," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I love you so much."

He looked at her, his gaze full of surprise and then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.

"I love ye too, lass," he said, his voice barely a whisper, as he attempted to wipe the tears from one of her cheeks away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she sniffled; leaning into his touch, savoring every second of it. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” he admitted, moving his hand from her face so that he could take his hand in hers. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she whispered, with a small smile on her lips, her hands tracing over his face and neck, feeling the stubble of his beard, trying to ignore the lingering fear that was in her heart. 

She wanted to believe that this would play at like a fairy tale and that they'd get their happily ever after together; but she knew that real life was rarely ever that fair...and that's what scared her.

All she could do was hope that what happened tonight made the club realise that the feud needed to end.

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