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marvelous-slut · 6 months

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Rats - Chibs Telford x Reader

not many warnings on this one, just mentions of guns i think? xx

You feel your body tense up as you hear the motorcycle pull up to your driveway. The gun in your hand is cold, but you have a tight grip on it. You have your mothers crucifix in the other hand, holding onto it just as tight as you pray silently. Tears fall from your eyes as you stand up to face the door way. The engine turns off and your body goes cold, holding the gun out to the door. Prepared to kill whoever it is that has been sent to kill you.

It was always said Piney, Clay and Bobby had spent many days in the club house carrying you around. They held you, fed you, changed you. Bobby was the most attached to you out of the three men, once you got old enough he’d make sure he had things to keep you occupied. He didn’t want you thinking of your father Otto being locked up and at this time as far as you were concerned your mother had a 9-5, but everyone knew she was filming her movies to try to help with the expenses that came with a baby.

Jax and Opie had been your right hand men for years. The two of you had did everything together. Riding bikes together and imitating all of your fathers, running around Teller-Morrow together. Once the three of you hit high school, your trip was inseparable. Lots of parents didn’t want their kids hanging around “biker thugs” kids.

Tig was like the creepy uncle, sure you didn’t like to sit alone with him but he sure did know how to make someone laugh when they were down. Juice, while quiet he thought highly of you. You were always willing to help him out, and he did the same for you. Any time he over heard you talk about going on dates, he was looking up information on the guy to make sure he wouldn’t cause any problems. Happy was different, he usually said nothing when you were around. You couldn’t help but like him because when he did say something, it was always a great comeback or eagerness to help the club.

Chibs Telford, he was the man who occupied your mind day in and day out. The one who looked out for you most in the club besides Bobby. You didn’t know what it was or why he did the things he did for you, but they always made you feel like a high school girl again with a crush. Anytime at the SAMCRO parties when you’d have a little too much to drink, he’d make sure you made it to his bed safe and sound, untouched. He’d let you sleep there alone until the morning when you felt better. He always had coffee made for you two to share. Maybe it was the fact he had a daughter he couldn’t take care of as you were younger than him, but it made you feel a way about him that you’d never felt about anyone else.

One of these men would kill you tonight and you were sure of it. You hoped it would be Happy, convinced it would be him. He would kill at the drop of a hat, plus you were close to him. Bobby would never be able to pull the trigger he was too close. No one else made sense. Your father had ratted on the club and tonight they’d seek revenge on his child as his wife was buried 6 feet under ground. As much as you loved these men dearly, considered them family you also knew what they were capable of if it hurt the club. The engine turns off and you hear a knock at the door. You set the crucifix down, holding on to the gun with both hands. Your heart falls when you see Chibs standing at your door, of course. They’d sent him to end your life. As he sees you with the gun pointed at him, he throws his hands up in the air.

“Jesus Christ! Lass, put that thing away!” You continue holding the gun, pointing it directly at his head. You feel yourself shaking, unsure if it was fear or shock. Maybe even both. Tears spill over as you realize the man you’d been in love with would kill you, or you’d kill him.

“No. I know dad ratted. I know what you’re here for!” You scream, shoving the gun closer to him. He grabs it and jerks it down. He takes the gun, emptying the bullets. You fall to the floor, tears falling down your face. “I don’t want to die.”

“What the hell are ya talkin’ about?” He asks, shoving the weapon into the waist band of his pants. He squats down, pushing hair out of your face. “Who’s going to kill ya?”

“Apparently you! The club has to send a message to dad about him flipping, my moms dead. He has nothing else to loose besides me.” You say, Chibs feels his heart ache at the sight of your tears and fear. He grabs your face, making you look him in the eyes.

“Love, no one’s killing anyone. Jackie boy wanted me to come by and make sure you were okay. Reassure you the club still has your back, we know this ain’t your fault. What your father has done doesn’t outweigh the trust we have in you.” The words make a weight lift off your chest. You wipe the remaining tears away and laugh. Chibs remains a little distraught that you thought he would be coming to kill you.

“They wouldn’t send me anyways, probably send Happy.” He says, chuckling as he does. “Jax says we have some kinda fucked up bond.” You think back to the times Jax had told you at the club house you had daddy issues after he’d saw you and Chibs together.

“That bastard.” You say, sighing afterwards. Chibs has a confused look on his face.

“Do we have some kinda fucked up thing?” He asks. You grab his hands, running your fingers over them.

“Maybe we do. But I like it.” You say, he smiles, pulling you into his chest. Your face lays on his kutte as he runs a hand through your hair. “Would you please stay tonight?” You whisper.

“I’d love to.”

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kdogreads · 11 months

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My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

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rimunagenius · 7 months

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Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

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Part 1 of the Unexpected Treasure series !

It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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purehoney · 20 days

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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

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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.

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band--psycho · 10 months

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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.

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the-hinky-panda · 7 months

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A figment of my worst intentions

Gemma is irate.

She keeps her cool, a fantastic feat, while you’re on the phone with her. She likes you. You’re direct, not easily ruffled or thrown off balance. You’re a fantastic businesswoman: sharp, highly intelligent, and even-keeled. But most importantly, you make Chibs happy, genuinely happy. So when you call out of the blue, asking questions about Althea Jarry, Gemma can pick up the nervous timber to your voice when you ask your questions.

What do you know about Sheriff Jarry? What was her relationship with Filip? What happens on MC runs? And the question that cut straight to her heart: do I have anything to worry about? That question raised her hackles.

“Look, if Chibs told you he isn’t-”

“No,” you immediately cut her off. “Not Chibs. Jarry. Do I have anything to worry about with her. You know, sugar in my gas tank, sniper on the rooftops in downtown Charming?”

Gemma releases the breath she had been holding. Of course you weren’t concerned with Chibs. You didn’t suffer fools at all just from the handful of times she had met you. If you had concerns about Chibs, you wouldn’t have even picked up the phone to call her. But she also doesn’t want to alarm you. When Althea Jarry was concerned, yes, there was something to worry about. The fact that she was talking to you, threatening you in a subtle, underhanded way, was enough to worry about. She’s a crooked cop and there’s nothing that would prevent her from making your life miserable if she chose to do so.

“No, sweetheart,” Gemma says, “you don’t have anything to worry about.”

It’s Jarry that has to worry. Gemma hangs up the phone and immediately picks up her purse and keys. She has to admit, she was concerned when Jax stepped down and Chibs took up the gavel. Her concern grew the first time she saw you walk through the door of the clubhouse to drop off something to Chibs. Strength recognizes strength and if ever came to a power struggle between the two of you, Gemma was nervous you might get the upper hand. There was something about you, a wily edge of someone who had the uncanny luck of escaping bad situations.

“So you’re Chibs’ Old Lady.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You scrunch up your nose. “God, that’s an awful term.”

Gemma crosses her arms. “Yeah, apparently they didn’t consult with any women when they came up with them.”

Your eyes wander around the clubhouse. “It doesn’t look like women were consulted with anything in here either.”

“Does that mean you won’t be around much or you planning on redecorating?”

Your eyes narrowed for the briefest of moments as you process the undertone and hidden meaning behind the question. Are you going to make moves to take over as the matriarch or is Gemma’s position safe in the club? You answer by holding up a set of keys.

“I was just dropping off my apartment keys to Filip. I’m heading out for the Labor Day Classic and just in case I get hurt, I want him to be able to get into the apartment.” You look around the bar area. “If you do redecorate though, I would suggest something easily washable.”

Gemma smiled. The hidden meaning of your answer ringing through loud and clear. You had no plans of inserting yourself into club business. You weren’t threatened or distrustful of what happened here. “Yeah, and fire retardant too.”

The two of you had started to become friendly towards each other. You were slowly becoming one of the few female friends that Gemma had and she isn’t about to let Jarry mess with this set-up. Gemma liked you. Chibs was completely in love with you and happier than she had seen him in a long time. Things are going well.

“Where you headed to, Mami?” Nero asks her as she climbs into the SVU.

“I have to go set a crooked cop straight.” She gives him a wry smile and kisses him on the cheek. “Get the bail money ready just in case.”

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somethinginthewayiam · 11 months

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Oh so horrible

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 4437

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of death and the loss of a parent, angst

a/n: this chapter follows along to the plot of episodes 12 and 13 of season 6, so be warned for a lot of sadness and angst.

Summary: something is going on but nobody tells you anything. Juice comes to Diosa high off his titts, almost overdosing. Chibs gets tense when you mention Tara and all of a sudden he calls you over to the ice cream shop and they tell you that Jax is about to be arrested...

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Bobby was shot in the shoulder during a job. Chibs couldn’t tell you more but you were taking care of the books alone again as he was getting better. He was up at the cabin, Tara was taking care of him. You offered to help, too, but he told you that he was in good hands and you were more of use at Diosa and CaraCara. You knew that he purposefully did not want you at the cabin so you stayed put.

You tried not to be hurt by it, but you were confused by your feelings. You wished that he trusted you more with the hard stuff, but also realized that he wanted to protect you from it. He had made that abundantly clear.

You were in the office at Diosa when Juice showed up. You didn’t think much of it and kept on working. A little later, Nero asked you to have the office for a little chat with Gemma and you agreed, deciding that you needed a break anyways and walked over to the bar to talk to Lyla.

All of a sudden, one of the new girls, Cynthia, came out running from the rooms in the back.

“Help, please! There’s something wrong with Juice”, she shouted. Nero and Gemma came out of the office and were running towards the rooms, following Cynthia. Lyla and you followed right behind them.

“What happened?”, Nero asked. “I was rubbing him down, asked him to flip over. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor”, Cynthia told him, panicking.

“Jesus, Juice”, Gemma said and got on her knees next to his body. He was laying on the floor, naked, face down. Nero and Gemma tried to wake him up. He was unoriented, almost unable to speak.

“His eyes are pinned”, Nero said after opening one of Juice’s eyes forcefully with his fingers. “What did he take?”, Nero asked Cynthia. “Nothing with me”, she said. “He was pretty high when he came in”, Lyla told them. “Alright, check the trash”, Gemma ordered. Cynthia checked in the room, Lyla went into the bathroom. You still stood in the door of the room, not knowing what to do.

Lyla came out just a few seconds later. “Shit, Oxy”, she said and held up empty packages. “Idiot. How many?”, Gemma asked. “If they were full, six”, Lyla said and handed the packages over to Nero, who had his hand stretched out towards her. “80s, that’s bad”, Nero said and handed the packages back to Lyla.

He and Gemma tried to get Juice fully conscious again. “Should I call 911?”, you asked to help too. “No”, Gemma and Nero said at the same time. They exchanged a look and then sighed.

“Give me the can”, Gemma ordered Cynthia and she handed her the trash can. “If you bite me, I’ll rip your tongue out”, Gemma said to Juice before she pushed her fingers down his throat. You looked away as Juice started to vomit.

You needed to leave the room, you weren’t good with someone else puking. They seemed like they were handling the situation just fine. You rushed over to the office and grabbed your phone. You called Chibs on his recent burner phone. It rang for ages but he didn’t pick up.

You ran your hands through your hair and tried it again right away, but he still didn’t pick up. You threw your phone on the couch, exhaling loudly. That shit with Juice looked bad and it had you a little freaked out. You thought about going back in there but there wasn’t much you could do and Gemma and Nero seemed to have the situation somewhat under control.

You tried to get back to work but it was hard to concentrate. Through the window of the office, you could see that Gemma and Nero sat down at the bar and talked. They looked concerned but it didn’t seem like Juice was fighting for his life in there. Lyla must have stayed with him.

You had finally gotten somewhat of a concentration going when Gemma came into the office. “Hey, Tara needs me up at the cabin and Nero’s busy with Juice. Could you drive to my house and help Wayne with the boys?”, she asked you. “Yeah, sure”, you agreed, happy to get out of here. You wouldn’t have gotten any work done anyways.

She gave you her address as you had never been to her place before. When she handed you that piece of paper, she didn’t let go of the other end. “Did you tell anyone about Juice yet?”, she asked and her tone indicated that the only acceptable answer was No. You shook your head. “Let’s keep it that way. Let me talk to Jax about him, okay? It’s not your place”, she told you. Instead of an answer, you just nodded your head. Her eyes bore into yours for a moment longer before she finally let go of the piece of paper and walked out of the office.

You grabbed your purse and phone. Chibs hadn’t called you back yet so at least there wasn’t any need to lie to him. Just when you left the office, Lyla came back out of the room. “How’ Juice?”, you asked her. “I can’t really say, but so far, he seems okay, considering the circumstances. Nero’s with him now”, she told you. “Gemma asked me to help Wayne with the boys, so I’m out for today”, you explained why you’re leaving. “Are you okay?”, you asked her, motioning at the crowd of customers that was getting bigger. “We’re good here”, she waved off your concern.

At the house, Wayne was a little surprised to see you there but he was thankful for the company and the help. Taking care of two little kids all on his own was harder than he had thought.

You were in the middle of playing with Abel and some toy blocks at the dining room table when Tara showed up. As she wanted to take the kids for dinner, the conversation between her and Wayne seemed tense. You didn’t know what was going on so you stayed in the background, cleaning up at the table and packing up the toys.

When Tara had left with the boys, you asked Wayne if he was okay. “We’ll see”, he answered. “You better go home now”, he added. Irritated at the whole situation, you got your purse from the kitchen counter and walked out to your car to drive home.

For the rest of the day, you didn’t hear anything from Chibs until he suddenly knocked on your door.

“Hey”, you said as you let him inside. “How’s Bobby?”, you asked and closed the door behind him. “He’s on his way of getting better”, he sighed and took off his kutte. “Tara did a good job”, he added and was on his way over to your couch. “I’m glad to hear that”, you commented and followed him.

“She didn’t say anything when she picked up the boys earlier”, you told him and he suddenly froze in his steps. “She picked up the boys?”, he turned around and looked at you with a serious look on his face. “When? Where?”, he asked you and gripped your upper arms with a tight grip.

“A few hours ago, from Gemma’s”, you told him irritated. “Chibs, you’re hurting me”, you said and tried to shake off his hands. He suddenly let go and put his kutte back on, strutting towards the door. “What’s going on?”, you called after him, but he just left your apartment without saying another word.

After Chibs had rushed out of your apartment, you had tried to call him several times, but he didn’t pick up. You had no choice but to go to bed although you didn’t get much sleep.

The next day, you tried your best to take it as any other day. In the morning, you drove to the docks and did some work for CaraCara at the office in the warehouse. Things were looking up for the production and quite some new contracts had to be set up and salaries to be managed.

In the afternoon, you checked on Diosa. Juice wasn’t there anymore and neither was Nero. The only thing Lyla could tell you was that Juice had looked way better when he had left this morning and was probably back with the Sons.

Back in the office, you picked up your phone to call Chibs but your finger hovered over the button. You were kind of mad at him for just walking out on you like that last night, no word of explanation. You put your phone back into your purse and continued to work on the contracts you weren’t able to finish yesterday.

It was past 8 pm when Chibs finally called you. He just asked you to come to the ice cream shop. He didn’t tell you what was going on, just that he needed you to come over. You were a bit reluctant at first, but he sounded very serious and you did not have the heart to just ignore his request.

When you arrived at the shop, you found the Sons and Chucky as well as Abel and Thomas there. After a quick look around, you noticed that two were missing. Jax and Juice.

“Hi, guys”, you said carefully as you entered. Some heads turned towards you, some managing some sort of a half-smile. The mood in the shop was grim.

You walked over to Chibs, who was holding Thomas while sitting at the counter, and kissed him on the forehead. His face was a portrayal of sadness. When you looked at Thomas, you found him sleeping in Chibs’ arms. You carefully caressed his little head.

“Should I take him from you?”, you asked Chibs with a low voice. “No, I just wanna hold the little lad a little longer”, he answered and kept staring ahead.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”, you asked the Scotsman and gently pushed a strand of his hair out of his face. “Not now, love”, he mentioned. “Okay”, you nodded and kissed his temple.

You moved on to Bobby, who was sitting in a chair at the table next to Chibs. “Hey, old man”, you lightly squeezed his shoulder as you walked past him. “Hey, doll”, he attempted to look over his shoulder but it was still in a sling.

Tig was sitting in a booth with his white bulldog that he and the guys had rescued from a dog fighting ring. You were greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and sat down at the table next to Bobby.

After a few moments of silence, Bobby told you that Jax was about to get arrested and do time as part of a deal. He’s at home right now saying goodbye to Tara. She would come by later to collect the boys after Jax had gotten taken away.

It was the first time you were about hearing all this. You looked over to Chibs who was looking at you over the head of sleeping Thomas. With a little nod he confirmed what Bobby had just told you.

You looked over at Abel playing with Happy, Rat and Chucky who were trying their best to keep him distracted.

You got up and walked over to Chibs. He looked up at you and you could see the sadness shimmering in his eyes in the form of tears. You cupped his face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment. Through this, you wanted to tell him that you were there for him, that you would be by his side. When you pulled back, you wiped away a tear that had made its way onto his cheek.

Then you bent over and softly kissed Thomas’ head and stroked his hair. He was still sound asleep in Chibs’ arms. You knew how it felt to be held by these strong arms and how safe it made you feel every time.

You walked over to Abel and caressed his hair, too. “Hey big guy”, you said and sat down on the empty stool next to him. “What are we playing?”, you asked him. You gave Rat a nod that you would take over now and he could take a break.

When you played with Abel, he managed to take your mind off things and lighten your mood a bit.

After a little while, Abel was asleep in a booth and Happy was sitting with him, Abel's head resting in Happy’s lap. These two had a special bond.

A few minutes ago, Thomas had woken up because he was hungry. You had warmed up a bottle behind the counter and had fed him, sitting in the booth behind Abel’s. Thomas was falling asleep again in your arms, Chibs was sitting next to you, watching Thomas’ eyes getting heavy, having his arm around your shoulder.

Ever since Chibs had come out of his little trance, he made sure not to have too much space between the two of you. He wanted you close and you needed him too. After hearing what was going to happen to Jax and witnessing how much it affected the people around him, it broke your heart as you had gotten close to the club yourself.

It was already very late. Everybody was wondering why Tara hadn't come to pick up the boys yet.

When Bobby called Tara’s phone, he was startled when someone else picked up. You couldn't hear who was on the other end of the call but as you watched Bobby’s face, your heart sank. Unintentionally, you pressed Thomas closer to your chest. You felt Chibs tensing up next to you as he was listening and watching Bobby as well.

Bobby looked over at Chibs while he listened to the person on the other end then his eyes wandered to Thomas and you saw tears forming in his eyes. Your heart started racing.

"Okay, thank you", Bobby said and his voice sounded weak. He nodded at Chibs to come with him. Chibs pressed a quick kiss to your temple and got up from the booth. He followed Bobby out the front door of the shop. Your eyes followed his every move.

As soon as the door had closed behind them, Bobby said something to Chibs. Chibs put his hand on Bobby’s healthy shoulder, leaning forward, letting his head hang low.

Bobby put his hand on the back of Chibs' head and pulled him close, giving him a tight hug. You could clearly see that he was crying, his whole body was shaking.

Your hand came up to your mouth to muffle your sounds as tears started to run down your cheeks.

They stood there for a minute or so before Bobby came back in. Chibs stayed outside, turning his back towards the shop window.

Bobby walked over to Tig at the counter and said something at his ear. Tig's head snapped around, looking at Bobby then over to Abel and then you and Thomas. Then he turned around again, putting his hands on the counter top and hung his head.

You slid out of the booth, careful not to wake up Thomas in your arms, and put him in his baby carrier that was placed on the counter next to Chucky. You walked over to Bobby who looked at you with shimmering eyes.

"What is going on?", you didn't dare to speak louder than a whisper. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Happy coming over as well. Abel was still sleeping on the bench.

Bobby looked at Happy, then you. "Tara is dead. Jax found her at the house", he told you and tears rolled down his cheeks and sunk into his beard.

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, your eyes got big in shock. Your heart stopped for a second before it started racing at triple the normal speed.

Your other hand clutched to your chest over your heart. "Oh god", you breathed out, your voice shaky.

After Bobby had told everyone, the brave face he had put on started to crumble away. You could see how the shock of what had happened washed over him.

But all you could think about was Chibs. You could see him over Bobby's shoulder still standing in front of the shop window with his back to you. You walked over to the door, opened it and walked the two steps towards him.

"Filip", you said and your voice broke when he looked at you. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on the back of your head, pressing you against him. Your arms flung around his waist as you buried your face at his chest.

You were both crying as you held each other. What a horrible thing to happen, you couldn't believe it. A new wave of sobs washed over you as you thought about Abel and Thomas. Their mother was dead and their father about to spend the next 10 years in prison. You wrapped your arms a little tighter around Chibs.

You didn't know how long you were standing like this until Bobby came up behind you.

"Chibs, we need to get over there", he said and you slowly let go of Chibs. You reached up and wiped the tears off his face. Then you cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

"Chucky's gonna try to reach Gemma but until she arrives, can you stay with the boys?", Bobby asked you. "Sure", you told him and wiped at your own face.

You waited outside until the Sons had ridden off on their bikes before you got back inside.

"Gemma's not picking up", Chucky told you. "Maybe she heard about Tara and is already there", you thought out loud.

You sat down across from Chucky and exhaled loudly. His eyes were equally red as yours. "They will send her here", Chucky said.

You covered your face with your hands as you leaned on the counter with your elbows, exhaling loudly.

"Y/N", you heard a little voice from behind you. You quickly wiped at your eyes again before you turned around.

"Hey, Abel", you said and picked him up to sit him on your lap. "Where's mommy?", he asked and rubbed at his tired eyes. New tears rushed to your eyes and you had to fight really hard to keep them from spilling onto your cheeks. You had to swallow down the lump that formed in your throat before you were able to answer him.

"She is still with your dad", you said and your voice was a bit raspy from crying. "We're trying to reach your grandma to pick you up", you told him and brushed his hair out of his face.

"Why are your eyes red?", he asked and poked his little finger at your cheek. "Oh, I'm, uhm, tired and then my eyes get red", you explained, feeling Chucky's eyes on you.

Like your words were an order, Abel yawned. "Are you tired, too?", you said and rubbed his back. He just nodded and leaned his head against your chest.

"Alright, those two need some sleep. I'll take them with me to my apartment. You keep trying to reach Gemma. When she answers her phone or shows up here, give her my number and I tell her where to pick them up", you explained to Chucky while getting up from the stool and with Abel on your arms, you walked over to Thomas who was still sleeping in his car seat.

Chucky nodded along to your words and came around the counter to help you.

"Shoot, I don't have a car seat for Abel", you said and looked at the kid in your arms, starting to fall asleep on your shoulder.

"I think we have an old one in the back, I'll go get it", Chucky said and rushed off into the storage room.

With his help, you carried the boys out to your car and he installed the seat. You buckled in Thomas' seat as well and then closed the car door, meeting with Chucky at the driver's door.

"If Chibs shows up again or calls, tell him I took the boys to my place", you told him. "Will do", he nodded and looked like he was tearing up again. You pulled him into a tight hug before you got into your car.

You had to be careful not to start crying again as it impaired your vision when you checked on the boys in your rearview mirror. Their lives had just changed dramatically and they had no idea. Luckily, both boys slept through the whole car ride to your apartment.

You had to wake up Abel though at your arrival, otherwise you didn't know how to get both of them upstairs without going twice and always leaving one kid alone.

"It's just a short elevator ride and then you can go right back to sleep. You're such a big boy, so good", you complimented Abel as you ushered him into your building and over to the elevator. You had the diaper bag hanging on your shoulder and Thomas' car seat on your other arm. In a matter of seconds, you had become a single mother of two, although just for one night.

You let Abel push the buttons of the elevator and a few minutes later, you had finally arrived at your apartment.

Abel seemed wide awake now and Thomas had woken up, too. He needed a diaper change and a bottle. You made a little snack for Abel and let him play with his toys for 15 minutes, then you brought them to your bedroom. It was already past midnight.

You found a music toy that played a lullaby. You put it on your nightstand and let it play. It helped Abel to go to sleep rather quickly.

With the lights turned low, you walked around your bedroom, swaying Thomas in your arms to get him to go to sleep again. It took you another 20 minutes and 5 more plays of the lullaby before he finally went down.

You placed him on the bed next to Abel and put all your pillows around them to keep them from falling out.

On your tiptoes, you walked out and kept the door ajar a few inches as you didn't have a baby phone. You let the light turned on in the hallway as a night light. You didn't know if they needed one, you only remembered that you felt safer with it as a kid.

You got over to the kitchen, cleaned up and collected Abel's toys from the floor and put it back in his little backpack.

You sat down at your little dining table and exhaled loudly, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. Now that you were left with nothing to do but wait, the tears came back to your eyes. Muffling your sobs with your hand, you let yourself feel the grief and pain you felt for Tara, thinking about the two little boys in your bedroom, Jax, how you saw Chibs crying for the first time. It was overwhelming to say the least.

You didn't know how long you sat there until you heard a knock at your door. You jumped up from your seat. It must be Gemma.

You rushed over to your door and opened it. In front of you was Chibs. You were disappointed and relieved. But definitely more relieved.

He immediately saw your red and swollen eyes from crying. He came inside, closed the door and pulled you into a tight hug.

You stood there for a few minutes like this, just holding on to each other.

"Was Gemma here?", he asked as he pulled back from the hug. You rubbed at your eyes to wipe away the new tears.

"No. I told Chucky to give her my number but she hasn't called yet either", you told him. "You haven't found her?", you asked in return.

"No", Chibs denied.

"Where are the boys?", he asked, looking around. "They're sleeping in my bed", you told him and automatically lowered your voice.

Chibs took off his shoes and kutte before he walked over to your bedroom.

"Be careful, it took a while before they went down", you told him as you followed his steps.

He gently pushed the door open a little further and leaned against the door frame. You came up behind him and cuddle up to his back. Then you slipped under his arm and looked at the sleeping boys with his arm around your shoulders.

"We have to sleep on the couch, I don't wanna risk waking them", you whispered. "I can't sleep anyways", he replied in a whispered tone.

You told him to follow you with a nod of your head and he pulled the door almost shut again.

In your living room, you sat down on your couch and he rested next to you. You crawled onto his lap, cuddling up to his chest and putting an arm around his neck.

"Did you say anything to them?", he asked after a little while of silence. "Only that we're having a little slumber party until grandma shows up", you told him.

"And about Tara?", he added. You swallowed. "Back at the shop, Abel asked where Mommy was and I told him that she was with daddy. I didn't know what else to say", you said, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Chibs had started to stroke your hair. "That's fine. I don't know what to say either", he commented.

"Did you see Jax?", you almost didn’t dare to ask. "I did. It was...horrible. Just horrible", he said and you could hear him choking up again.

With your hand, you caressed his cheek, your thumb running along his scar.

You felt the shake if his silent sobs against your body. He turned his head towards you and leaned his cheek against your head, tears running down his face and into your hair.

Your arms snaked around his body and held him a little tighter. Seeing him cry was heart-wrenching. You couldn't help but cry yourself. You wanted to be strong for him as he was always so strong for you. But as Chibs said, it was all just so horrible.

a/n: this is the last chapter for now. I’m putting this story on hiatus as I’m running out of ideas and dove right into a writer’s block. I hope you had a good time with Chibs as much as I had writing with/for him. Feel free to check back on my masterlist for any updates or stories you might not have read yet. Thank you!

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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pov: you’re married to chibs telford

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mrsfilipchibstelford · 7 months

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Soooo, this doesn't have a title and im not sure if I'm even going to finish it but here it is. All the appreciation and love to @darqchilddaydreamz for helping me with this

Chibs sat on the plane quietly and bit his lip. He glanced over to where Fiona and Kerrianne were and while he was happy to have them around and spend time with them again, especially his daughter, he was worried about Y/N's reaction. They had fought for weeks before he left for Ireland and he hadn't really talked to her while he was gone. She had no idea he was bringing them back with him and that his family were now going to be living in Charming. Y/N was going to lose her fucking mind and he could only hope to be able to talk her down. She was highly insecure about the situation with Fiona and she also couldn't stand the woman for what she had done to Chibs years back. She wasn't one to forgive and forget.

"You ok sweetheart? You've been really quiet since we left." Gemma's voice drew him out of his thoughts and he threw a weak half smile at her.

"Aside from the fact that Y/N is probably gonna leave me? I'm fucking great," he sighed. The last thing he wanted was to lose her, but he had to make sure that his family was safe. And now thanks to that bastard O'Phelan, Ireland was no longer safe for them.

Gemma nodded over to where his family was sitting.

"You think Fiona is gonna start shit?"

"I think Y/N is. We were barely on speaking terms before I went to Ireland and I am not looking forward to any of what's waiting for me when we get home."

"Maybe if you start with the fact that you're now divorced she'll be okay."

"I fucking doubt it. I'm pretty sure I'm about to lose the only good I have in my life. Don't get me wrong I love the club and my brothers and you too of course but Fiona's always had a special talent for ruining my life and if I lose Y/N…”, his voice trailed off. “I don't want to live without her Gemma."

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Y/N watched as everyone reunited, she was about to go to Chibs when she spotted Fiona and felt her heart drop. Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she turned towards the garage and walked away. It seemed pretty clear to her where her relationship with Chibs stood now that he had brought his wife and daughter back with him. She had found out while Chibs was in Ireland that she was pregnant and had planned to tell him when he got back but now she wasn't sure she should. She also wasn't about to stand there and listen to whatever excuses he had come up with on the plane ride home so she grabbed her bag from her brother's workstation and headed towards her car. She went to open the door when she felt it shut. Without looking, she knew it was Filip.

"Can we talk, love? I promise it isn't how it looks."

She shook her head and swallowed back her tears. "I don't wanna hear it."

"Y/N, let me explain before you do something we both regret. Please."

Chibs could feel the tears coming and it was getting difficult for him to breathe. He was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack and it didn't look like there was anything he could do about it. He knew her brother was watching them to see how it played out and he also knew that if Y/N began to cry, Tig wouldn't hesitate to start throwing punches.

"You don't need to explain anything. I'm not stupid so can I just go now?"

He thrust papers into her hands as soon as she turned around to face him.

"I'm divorced now, my love. Only reason they are here is because it's not safe for them to stay in Ireland anymore. Trust me darlin', Fi is just as pissed off about being here as you are. I know things between us haven't been good for a while but I love you more than anything. I don't want to live without you. I can't. You're the only good in my life aside from Kerrianne. Can we please just go back to how it was before? We could ride to Vegas and get married. Or do something here. Whatever you want."

"Getting married isn't going to solve our problems, Filip."

Chibs grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and hugged her like it was the last time he'd be able to touch her. He buried his head in her hair and whispered that he was sorry.

"I'll fix whatever I have to. Just tell me what to do."

Y/N didn't really want to be in Charming anymore and she knew if he knew about her being pregnant he would never allow her to leave. But she also didn't want to keep him from their child, and especially after what had happened with Kerrianne.

"I want to go home. Clearly, I don't belong here anymore" she gestured towards his girls.

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Request for Chibs no.39 Blank is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! Please 🤩

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Chibs phone ringing had you both groaning in the late morning sunshine that was filtering through your blinds. "Sorry love" murmured Chibs as he kissed your spine before pulling himself out of you. Searching for his phone in the pile of clothes from last night he sighed as he saw he had missed ten calls.

Missed wasn't really the word as he purposefully had been ignoring it as he the two of you had been savoring each others bodies for hours. As he called Juice back his eyes caught a familiar face in a frame on your wall. Closing his eyes he knew he was fucked when Juice finally answered

"You really fucked up" chuckled the younger man through the phone as the sounds of metal slamming and crashing came through in the background.

"How was I suppose to know?" snapped Chibs as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Only knew he had two! he never mentioned he had a third daughter" he continued before turning to face you and pointing. "And why didn't you tell me Tig Trager was your dad?"

"You're still in her house? Damn get it Chibs" chuckled Juice before Chibs hung up.

"I mean when did you want me to mention my dad? When your face was buried in me? When I was on my knees with you in my throat? Or when you had me folded like a pretzel making me call you daddy?" you replied with a raised eyebrow. You smiled as you watched Chibs skin flush at your words.

Chibs sighed before making his way back to the bed. Your words had him riled up and he wanted nothing more than to wipe that cocky smirk from your mouth. He was already in deep with his friend he might as well keep going. Your giggles quickly turned into sweet moans as he shoved himself back inside your slick heat.

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marvelous-slut · 3 months

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Call Back Pt. 2 - Chibs Telford x Reader

It took me forever to write this shit cause my new job has me in a thousand different directions. But here she is. Part two!

“Hey baby.” Gemma says as you walk through the door. You smell the hints of bacon, French toast and of course cigarettes through out the house. “You hungry?” She asks, you kick off your shoes and plop down into the chair at the dining room table.

“I would offer help but looks like you’re done. Smells great.” You say, Gemma smiles and sits down the plate of eggs. You grab your cup, filling it with orange juice. Trying to make yourself comfortable in the chair, your legs still aching from last night.

“Don’t worry, you can help when I clean this shit up.” You both chuckle, before long Jax makes his way to the table. He sits down only for a moment to grab some French toast and devours it. He pours himself some milk and drinks it in one setting.

“Someone’s in a rush.” Gemma says, putting eggs onto her plate. Jax looks up, shaking his head. Something has happened with the club, you can tell. You can always tell.

“Fuckin’ short on guys again today. First it’s Bobby saying he’s got shit with the baby mom, then Chibs saying he can’t be there today for the gun meet. Something about he has to stay close incase the wife calls.” You drop your fork, picking it up quickly in an attempt to make the shock your feel less noticeable.

“Fiona?! What is that bitch coming back here for? Hasn’t she fucked his life up enough? Bitch should have decided on that when he was in the hospital.” Gemma asks. Hospital? How did you miss it? You question yourself. You visited him frequently after that bomb went off and you didn’t see his wife? You feel froze in place. How stupid? How stupid could you have been to believe anything that bastard said to you?

“Yep. Apparently it’s about their kid, or working out things. I don’t know I got mixed up on what he told me. I’m just pissed cause we’re two guys short now. Even Tig is more reliable right now and that’s saying a lot.” Jax gives Gemma a kiss on the head and gives you a hug before he heads to the door. Clay had already headed out early in the morning to finish up some things at the club house. You feel your hand around the knife that laid on the table, tapping it up and down. Gemma notices and decides it’s her business too of what’s going on.

“What’s with the knife?” She asks. You pause for a moment, thinking of how to get the frustration out without telling her too much.

“Well, just a hypothetical question, if you’d been seeing a man and found out he was playing you like a fucking fiddle the whole time you’d been fucking him, what would you do?” You ask, holding the knife in place now but not letting up on your grip. She lowers your hand down.

“Well baby, I’d be holding a knife just like that. What’s going on?” You sigh, tossing the knife down. Instantly you know, Gemma knows too.

“It’s nothing, just a th-“ Before you can finish your sentence she blurts out.

“Fuck me! This is about Chibs!” She blurts out. “What the hell, how long has it been going on?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Look, that’s not important. I’m just pissed, he told me he was done with his wife and now this?” You put your hands into your head, forcing back tears. “How could I be so fucking dumb?” You mutter out, Gemma runs her hand up and down your back.

“Listen, look at me.” She says, you look up to make eye contact with her. “Fuck him. I love Chibs. I do, but that’s a sleaze move and he knows it. The best thing I can tell you, act like you’re unbothered. You go to the club house tonight when everyone’s there, you ignore him.” You sigh, throwing your head back.

“Gem. I don’t even wan-“ She cuts you off before you can finish.

“I don’t give a damn, you’re not gonna lay at your house and sulk over this. You’re gonna get your shit together, put on a good outfit and show his ass you’re not bothered.” You look at her and know she means business. “And I won’t tell Clay if you’re worried about it. I’d like to kick Chibs ass myself right now but I still don’t want the bastard to get killed.” You nod in agreement.

“Now, eat, get your ass home and get the crying out of your system and then get ready. Make sure you wear something that shows the girls too.”

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As horrible as you felt, you managed to drag yourself to the mirror and look at yourself. Not bad for someone who’d been sobbing for a large part of the day. Once you got to the club house, you saw Jax. He looked much more relaxed than this morning. You turn your head and meet eyes with Chibs, he doesn’t even look upset. You feel the anger flowing through your body. Feeling your fist clinch. You remember what Gemma said - unbothered. You look away and keep heading to the bar. Chibs eyes still watching you as you go. A moment passes as you decide on what to drink. Water is probably the best choice, but the booze would surely help how you feel.

“You look sad.” The young familiar face says as he sits next to you. You turn to him, examining him closer up than you had before. Juice was his name.

“I won’t lie, I am.” He smiles softly, pushing a beer toward you. “But this alcohol is gonna help me not remember that. I hope.” You say, taking a drink of the beer.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, you smile at him shaking your head.

“It’s better I don’t. What’s up with you? Most of you stay 100 feet away from me at all times.” Juice smiles, looking over to see Clay with Gemma. Since Clay had made the comment a few weeks ago to Juice about how the two of you should ‘get to know each other better’ he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Clay admired Juice, he’d always wanted a son. Jax was close enough to it, but he also knew Jax would never feel that way about him.

“Look, I think you’re a pretty girl. I don’t like seeing pretty girls sad.” You hadn’t interacted with Juice much, most time when you were at the club house he wasn’t or he was passed out inside a crow eater.

“Thanks Juice. You’re sweet. I should have known, you’re the least scary looking one here.” He giggles and rolls his eyes.

“What? The tattoos on the side of my head & the mohawk doesn’t scare you?”

You let out a chuckle, it felt good to laugh and enjoy yourself. You run your hand over the side of his head where his tattoos lay.

“No way. They’re real? I always thought it had to be temporaries you kept putting on.” You joke, he laughs softly. Before you can say anything else, you see Chibs standing behind Juice.

“Juicy boy, can I have a minute?” He asks motioning to you. Juice nods his head, silently upset that Chibs interfered with the interaction.

“I’ll see you later?” He asks, you smile and nod your head. Even blowing him a kiss as he walks away. Chibs motions for you to follow him outside. Once the two of you are outside, he’s pacing back and forth.

“What? I don’t give you attention for five minutes and you’re out with the young Buck aye? Makes a lot of sense. You just want a man to keep you occupied.” You laugh, shaking your head. You should walk away, but you don’t.

“You know what? Fuck you! Fuck. You. You’re the one who lied about your wife, you lied about what you wanted with me and your wife. You don’t get the right to drag me out of a party and try to make me feel bad.” You blurt out, surprising yourself that there aren’t tears running down your face. “Maybe next time you’re trying to play both sides with women, you shouldn’t tell the fucking girls step brother about your issues.” Your back is against the wall as he stands over top of you. His hands against the concrete wall.

“It’s complicated-“ He begins to speak, at this point you didn’t need to hear it, you didn’t even want to hear it. He instantly regrets the comments he made, but it was too late to take it back.

“No. No, Chibs it isn’t. You lied. If you wanted your wife back, all you had to do was tell me that. I’m a big girl and can handle the hurt.” You gently shove him away as he tried to get closer to you. “I’ll make it less complicated for you. I’m done with you, I’m done with this. Enjoy getting your family back. You deserve it. I hope your sorry ass goes back to Ireland and you live happily ever after.” You brush past him and head to your car. Despite the pain that ached in your chest you were proud of yourself. Realizing it was time to stop beating a dead horse. Chibs sighs deeply, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Before he lights it, he hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Something you need to tell me Chibby?” He feels his body go cold, turning around to meet the face of both Clay & Jax.

“Aye. Fuck me.” He says, throwing his hands up in the air.

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The Last to Know

Chibs Telford x f!reader

Part 2 of Very Soon, a continuation of the Chibs x reader origin story💕

Warnings: S M U T minors buzz off, marijuana use, mentions of alcohol, choking, slight dom/sub (but only a little), size kink, praise kink

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It had been a few months since you first kissed Filip Telford and your life had flipped itself upside down in that time. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that changed the way you spent every moment of your time.

Your life started dividing itself as before Chibs and after Chibs, like the damn second coming of Christ. After a 12-hour shift on your feet at St. Thomas, before Chibs, you’d go home and crash, sometimes not even making it your bed and sleeping on the couch for the night. After Chibs, though, you’d head straight over to the clubhouse, a change of clothes already there waiting for you, and a wave of energy somehow surging through your veins at the anticipation of seeing your man.

Tonight was one of those nights, fresh off an 11a to 11p shift and straight to the clubhouse. As you pulled into TM the sounds of a raging party filled your ears and you could see groups people standing around smoking, drinking, and dancing.

You made your way into the sea of leather, smiling and nodding at those who recognized you. It was Tig who greeted you first.

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doin’?” He gave you a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek, his breath smelled of cheap whiskey and weed, but it brought a smile to your face.

“Ready to party, Tiggy,” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he laughed his signature goofy laugh before pointing back towards the dorms where Chibs must have been waiting for you. You leaned in to peck him back on the cheek before heading that way.

Making your way to the dorm you’d spent many nights in, you passed Clay, Piney, Bobby, Gemma and several of the other guys who gave you smiles and wolf whistles. You did a silly little spin for them and were met with cheers and encouragements to “Give it to him!” Laughs echoed through the room as you rounded the corner to find your man.

Turning the knob and entering the dimly lit room, your eyes stumbled onto Filip seated at the small desk inside rolling a joint.

“Party’s out there, handsome,” You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Aye, but I’ve been waitin’ for my date ‘fore I make an appearance,” He joked and kissed your hands.

“I’m sorry, baby, last minute code kept me over,” You plead with a fake pout on your face.

“Ah, lass, I couldna be mad at you if I tried,” He turned in your arms to give you a long, sweet kiss.

You hummed in response, your lips melting happily into his for a long moment before pulling away to change out of your work clothes. Filip turned back to continue rolling a second joint, lighting one up after admiring his work.

It was only once you’d stripped down to just your bra and panties that Filip stood up and stepped towards you, bringing the burning joint to your lips. You took a long drag and felt only a slight sting. Filip always brought the good stuff out for you.

He took one step further into your space, reaching over your shoulder to stub the joint out on the dresser behind you and letting his rough hands glide down your bare skin. You shivered as he gripped one of your hips tightly and drew absent-minded circles on your lower back with the other. His lips danced from a sweet kiss on your forehead, your nose, your cheek before landing on your neck. God, the things he could do to you with such little effort.

“Baby,” You whine as best as you can, trying not to get lost in his kisses, “I’m sweaty and gross. Let me shower.”

Your words did little to slow him down as his free hand worked it’s way over the curve of your ass and squeezed hard. His thick fingers close enough to your aching heat to make a gasp escape your lips.

You tried whining his name this time, still feeling self-conscious about your post-work condition.

“I,” kiss, “dinna,” kiss, “care,” kiss, “lass,” kiss.

The way he punctuated each word with a wet, sloppy kiss to your neck and chest pushed every ounce of embarrassment out of your mind. You couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful lips as he made his way down your body, pausing only once he landed at the very top hem of your panties. He looked up at you once more for permission. You nodded and gripped his shoulder to keep from tumbling over as he jerked the lacy fabric down your legs all the way to your feet.

Filip couldn’t hold himself back once he was face-to-face with your glistening folds. A groan tumbled out of his chest as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nearly dove into you. Your back hit the dresser behind you with a thud and knocked a few things down onto the ground with a crash.

Neither of you could have been pulled out of this desire-fueled trance for anything. Anything.

Filip’s skilled tongue worked it’s way through your folds and over your pulsing clit. You cried out when he flicked his hot tongue over the bundle of nerves just right and sent your thighs squeezing together.

With a grunt he yanked them apart again and slapped one thigh sharply. A warning not to do that again.

You felt the familiar pressure building deep in your belly right as Filip slid a thick finger into your weeping hole, curling it just the way you needed. It was only a few more flicks of his tongue until you fell apart. A broken string of curse words falling from your lips as the white hotness of the intense orgasm washed over you. He worked you through your high — not stopping until you a trembling mess, panting and clawing at his hair to drag his face back up to yours.

He stood up, holding tightly onto your reeling body, and met your gaze. A devilish smirk spread across his glistening lips as he reached down to grab your shaking thighs and pick you up.

Your eyes fell shut as he laid you gently onto the dark cotton sheets of his bed. You felt him pull back swiftly to pull his shirt over his head and step out of his straining jeans.

“My poor girl,” He cooed in that quiet tone you’d come to love, “Fucked dumb already, hm?”

Your eyes snapped open at his teasing and you were met with a dark look of lust in his eyes. It only spurred you on and sent a new wave of heat straight down to your core.

“Not even close, Telford,” You spat back, quickly sliding a hand between you and grasping his hard cock in a firm hold.

“Aye, ah,” You began stroking him though his boxers, a grunt escaping his lips as he tried to keep his composure, “I see not, lass.”

He leaned in close to kiss you and you took your shot, yanking Filip’s body down beside you, allowing you the room to climb on top of him and straddle his aching cock.

An amused grin spread across his face as you leaned in to leave wet kisses on his neck and chest, lewd noises spilling from his lips all the while. You slowly made your way down his body, kisses turning into love bites here and there.

He lifted his hips slightly to begin to tug his boxers off when an idea popped into your head and out of your mouth before you had the chance to second guess it.

One of your hands gripped his wrist while the other wrapped around Filip’s throat, your slender fingers doing their best to squeeze even a little bit.

“I’ll see to that, love,” You purred into his ear, an excited mumble tumbling out of his mouth. He grinned at you a moment longer, this new side of you driving him wild.

You used all your effort to give his wrist and his neck an extra squeeze, showing him you meant business.

“Yes ma’am,” He growls, his free hand coming up in surrender. You loosened your grip on him and sat up straight, his hard cock pressing deliciously into your aching core.

You reached around your back to unhook your black lacy bra and slide it off, Filip’s mouth opening at the sight your taut nipples. He reached up to take of your mesmerizing peaks into his grasp, but you smacked his hand away, not yet done with your little game.

A sharp, “uh-uh” came from your lips and Filip groaned in frustration, but slides his hands away like you said.

Using your teeth for the first few inches, you peeled his black boxers down his thighs, slowly at first. His throbbing cock sprung free, the swollen tip already leaking an inviting drop of precum. The sight made your mouth water and you decided to stop the teasing.

You yanked them the rest of the way down and discarded them on the floor with your clothes. You wasted no time licking a long stripe down Filip’s cock then taking his head between your lips.

A deep grown rumbled out of his chest as you wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could into your mouth, your hand making up for what your throat couldn’t reach.

Before long, Filip tangled his fingers into your hair and guided your movements, his willpower no longer strong enough to keep his hands off you. Your head bobbed up and down at a leisurely pace, Filip’s cock gagging you when he pushed your head all the way down. He relaxed his grip and you released his head with a pop before licking your lips and smiling up at him.

He furrowed his brow slightly before his hand swung from your hair down to your neck, pulling you up by the throat to his face.

You whined as he took your lips in his, sucking your bottom lip out in your favorite way. You felt his swollen tip swirling around your dripping hole.

“You had your fun, kitten,” He growled into your lips, his head sliding into your center, “Now I’ll have mine.”

You gasped as he sank all the way into your tight hole, he held you there a moment before he pulled back out and slammed into you again.

Your mind spun as he plowed into you over and over, one hand on your hip lifting your tired body up, the other sliding down from your throat and straight to a hard nipple that he rolled between his fingers.

The familiar pressure built deep in your tummy as Filip held your hips firmly against his and worked your core forwards and back. The friction against your clit and the way his cock felt nudging against the deepest parts of your velvety walls drew your release closer and closer.

“So, fuck, so fuckin’ big, Filip,” You panted nonsensically, a mind-fogging pleasure taking over your senses, “Please—please, baby, don’t stop, ah!”

A slew of groans that sounded almost pained spilled from Filip’s mouth as your release flooded through your veins. You fell into his strong arms as he kept pounding into you, your core fluttering around his throbbing cock. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head as Filip growled into your ear, prolonging your rolling pleasure.

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Cummin’ all over my cock like a filthy whore,” His accent grew even stronger as he tried desperately to hold back his own release, still rutting his hips into yours as pleasant aftershocks coursed through your body, “My good lass, takin’ what I give ye.”

You had barely a moment to recover before Filip was flipping you over and throwing one your legs over his shoulder, sliding his aching cock back into your dripping hole.

Not yet satisfied, even with your blissed-out face contorting in over-sensitive and mind-numbing pleasure, Filip reached down to the place where your bodies connected and brushed this thumb roughly against your clit.

A sharp hiss escaped your parted lips, “F-Filip I ca-n’t, s’too much.”

“Shh, lass, jus’ one more,” He continued the bruising pace of his cock sliding in and out of you, fingers circling quickly over your throbbing clit, “Let me fuckin’ feel you one more time.”

It hit you like a fucking train out of nowhere, a muffled scream fell from your lips as the all-consuming pleasure invaded your senses. Your thighs shook against Filip’s hips as your fingers clawed at his broad chest, desperate for something to ground you.

Filip’s head fell back, his lips parted as his own release rushed through his body. Hot ropes of his cum flooded your pulsing walls as he slurred out a string of curses and praises.

“Fuckin’ love this tight fucking pussy; my good lass, fuck-fuckin’ gorgeous when ye cum on m’cock like tha’.”

Your eyes met as you both started coming down from the high. You reached for Filip’s face and pulled him down to kiss you, hissing into his mouth as he pulled out of you slowly and placed two fingers on your tired pussy, anxiously wanting to feel his seed weeping out of you.

You gasped at the contact and bucked your hips into his thick fingers. He huffed a laugh onto your connected lips and withdrew his wet fingers from you, bringing them up to your lips and pressing softly into your mouth.

Both of you laughed lowly as he rolled off of you and pulled you into his still-pounding chest. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into his embrace.

“We’re awfully good at tha’, huh lass?” A soft laugh rumbling from his chest.

You laughed sweetly as looked up at him, “Yeah, yes we are.”

It was a brief moment of peace, wrapped up in each other’s arms and post-sex bliss before a pounding fist at the door interrupted your rest.

“Chibby! Dove! Wrap it up. Need ya’s out here,” A booming voice followed the knock. You couldn’t make out who it was but, based on the angry Gaelic phrase Filip spat back, he must have known right away.

“Boys got into it, bleedin’ all about the place,” The voice boomed back and Filip let out a groan.

The knock returned briefly before Filip was shouting back, “Christ, two minutes for me to put my cock away!”

You let out a chuckle as the the floor squeaked outside, granting you the moment you needed to put yourselves back together.

“Always something, hm?” You quipped as Filip stood and gathered his clothes before tossing you some shorts and one of his t-shirts.

“Aye, always somethin’ to shite on our day,” He groaned and brushed his fingers through his hair.

You took a moment to stretch while Filip already had his hand on the door knob, ready to handle whatever was awaiting him outside. Before he could open it, a thought popped into your mind.

“Filip?” You sat up a bit, “Am I your old lady?”

He laughed lovingly before stepping back over to your side.

“Seems yer the last to know, love,” He smiled and placed a tender kiss to your lips before turning back towards the door and heading out into the madness.

Oh boy, you are in trouble.

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