#tmf is killing me yet again

[livingasaghost]

i can’t believe samantha shannon has been cranking out the best aspec romance with a demi-mc since andreil and nobody even cares

[im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy]

TMFS Part Seven

Chibs stared at Juice, “Okay.” He was confused on what had the younger man so upset. They walked back to the funeral together, choosing to stand behind all the chairs then sit down again.

He set his hand on Gemma’s shoulder and she squeezed it with a small smile tilted up at him in reassurance. He nodded down at her.

As the funeral ended his phone buzzed, he almost didn’t answer it but then he remembered you. He looked down at the screen, ‘I’m so sorry -Coffee.’ His mind raced to think why it was signed coffee. Was it a name? He pushed it to the back of his mind, reminding himself to bring up seeing if Juice could unblock the number.

He walked away from the crowd when the funeral ended, Juice just barely catching up to him.

“Chibs. We need to talk.”

“Not now Juicey-boy.” Chibs brushed him only to be grabbed and glared at.

“Yes, now Chibs. Damn it! You need to hear this!” Juice said harshly, eyes dark and face contorted into a very conflicted expression. “I think..” He mumbled as an afterthought.

“Talk then,” Chibs said, voice soft after his brother’s last sentence.

“I was outside the clubhouse last night and….”

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You watched in panic from afar as Juice told everything that happened last night to the worst person he could, Chibs. You had stayed close to watch Chibs after the funeral. Your heart was racing. Damn it, what did Juice think this was going to do?! All it would do would hurt Chibs! God damn it. 

“Fuck,” you murmured. You walked right up to them as Juice finished and looked at Chibs. “Juice what the fuck didn’t you understand about, 'forgetting I’m not dead’!” You growled at him. “Chibs you cannot, and I mean it, let anyone know I’m alive. It could get us all killed.”

Chibs looked at you in stunned silence. “We can keep you safe,” He protested. You shook his head, grabbed his hand shaking it.

“Goodbye Chibs. I love you.”

————-

Chibs looked down at his hand holding the paper you left tightly in his fist and then at Juice. Juice sighed, ran a hand over his head and then looked down at Chibs’ hand.

“Fuck me,” Chibs murmured not even sure if he was feeling relieved or utterly pissed at you. He settled for both. He stuck the paper in his pocket, hugged Juice and walked to his bike, driving away.

Chibs allowed the streets to blend together as he drove, not going anywhere. Suddenly he realized he had stopped at the coffee shop where he first held you in his arms. He replayed the scene, as he walked to the table where you had sat, waiting for him to come rescue you. His hands caressed the leather upon which you had just sat only a week and a few days ago. He felt the tears stream down his face. He was so relieved you were alive, yet so betrayed you didn’t feel safe with him.

“Such a depressing sight to see one I hold dear so sad,” You voice floated into his ear barely audible. He looked up to see your face, covered in shadow by you hood but he could see it.

“Y/N,” He breathed in the same volume.

“Filip,” You sat in front of him, reaching out and gently wiping his eyes. He could barely believe you were touching him. “I’m so sorry,” You mumbled, hand shakily pulling away from his face.

“Why Y/N? The club, I, can protect you.” He asked.

Your face softened, “You told me yourself, you didn’t think the club could protect anyone with the way things are.”

“Aye, that I did…”

“But if you believe they can now,” You looked at him reaching for his hand, “I’ll come to the clubhouse with you because I trust you.”