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Text Message From A Stranger

You watched Chibs face with happiness. “Oh Chibs,” You said gently, leaning forward and capturing his lips timidly, much to his surprise. He stayed still for a moment before responding to the soft timid kiss. You pulled away, cheeks flushed a crimson shade of red. “I’m sorry. I just needed too cause you were so pale, so weak. I was so scared. Oh Chibs, I’m so sorry.”

“Love, slow down, you’re fine. I particularly enjoyed the kiss.” He murmured softly, eyes closing for a second as you gripped his hand. His rough fingers felt like a safe haven due to the past few weeks events. He tried to sit up only to have you give him a stern look and help him back down.

“You’re healing Chibs, and I will make sure you do it right.”

“Aye, alright Love.” He smiled exhaustedly at you, lids barely staying open. “Come sleep with me.”

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Chibs shifted behind you, arm settling around your waist; his head settled in your neck blocking out the sun that was streaming through the window. It was early on the day Chibs was due to be discharged. You were both thankful though unsure what to do about your relationship now.

“Chibby,” You heard yelled from down the hall. A groan fell out of your throat as you clenched your eyes closed more, not wanting to leave the warmth of Chibs arms.

“They’re here,” you said to Chibs, who frowned, eyes opening slightly. You pulled out of his arms, giving him a chaste kiss.

Right as you were able to settle on your own two feet, Chibs brothers came barreling into the room. Each man had a grin or smile on his face; it instantly affected Chibs and, you found, yourself. “Chibs!”

“Are you ready to go home, Brother?”

Chibs grinned and looked to you, “I think we both are.”

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You lay in Chibs’ bed that night, wide awake. Your mind kept wandering back to that day at the coffee shop and what the man had said. You knew if things had gone even one hair different then they did, then Chibs would be dead. It was, also, more then likely you would be as well. Somehow it had gone exactly like it had and now you lay here in Filip Telford’s bed. It dawned on you then that somewhere over the past few weeks you’d fallen for him. You’d fallen for the way his dimples appear when he laughs and smiles, the way he says love, the way he speaks your name. You’d fallen in love with his very existence. That send a shot of terror straight through your core, yet had you on cloud nine.

“Y/N?” Chibs spoke softly as he entered the room, light pouring in behind him.

“Hm?” You looked over at him, a small smile plastered to your lips. You climbed off the bed walking to him.

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake Love.” He smiled and gently kissed you. His arms were wrapped around your waist. “We should get to bed,” The words were soft, almost as if he expected to you to protest.

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@anarchyrenegade @localkillla @jade770 @mrskokitztelford @telford-ortiz-teller

Here’s some fluffiness my lovelies. :3

Text Message From a Stranger

@anarchyrenegade @mrskokitztelford @localkillla @ineedthesons @jade770 Well here you go my loves

You watched Chibs from afar, you knew you shouldn’t be here that you being here could get him killed but you needed to make sure he was okay. God did Chibs look anything but okay. His skin was paler then usual and his clothes seemed to swallow him. You wondered if he’d been eating. You watched as Jax gently hugged the older man, saying something to him you couldn’t hear. “Y/N?” A voice whispered behind you in complete surprise, causing you to jump out of your skin. You turned and faced the person, Juice. “Shut up. You didn’t seem me.” You walked past him, only to have your arm grabbed. “What the hell? Have you seen what-.” You clasped your hand over his mouth staring him in the eye. “Do I look like I’m blind Juice?” You growled. “Do you think I would do this if I had a choice?” He mumbled sadly under your hand. “I had too. I had too or both of us would have ended up dead. That man wasn’t planning to let any of us out of that shop that day. I had to not give Chibs another weak spot, give any of you a week spot. I know more about this club then I should, so I have to be dead,” You paused glaring at him, “and you need to forget I’m not.” You pushed him away and swiftly left. — Chibs sat at the bar, gently putting his head down. Tomorrow was your funeral and he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to go. It wasn’t an easy thing, admitting you were dead. Tears again filled his eyes, he closed them pushing the stupid things back. He would not cry. He felt a hand on his back and looked over at Gemma. “I’m so sorry baby.” She said, opening her arms to him. He hung his head accepting her comfort. Her eyes were filled with remorse for him. “You deserved more happiness then what you got from life so far.” “So did they,” He mumbled out, as she let him go. He wandered to his room in the Clubhouse. He dropped on to his bed, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” He grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey that lay on his bed, opening it and downing it. — You could see that chibs obviously wasn’t listening to the person preach, and neither were you, all you could here was what Juice has said last night. You stepped away with a slight sniffle. You couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. You had no family, so it was only Chibs and the club. “I’m sorry Chibs.” —- Juice stood up half way through the funeral, much to the surprise of those present. He stormed away; he couldn’t do this to Chibs not when he had touch the person he loved last night. It wasn’t fair. He walked away, “Damn it!” He slammed his fist into a tree. His shoulder was grabbed by Chibs causing him to jump. “C-Chibs!” “Juice,” He hugged the younger man. Juice went rigid in his grasp. “Thank you for coming, but you don’t need to stay.” “Yes I do Chibs.” He hugged Chibs tightly. “Then after… There’s something I need to tell you.”
Fuck me- TMFS

You watched Chibs from afar, you knew you shouldn’t be here that you being here could get him killed but you needed to make sure he was okay. God did Chibs look anything but okay. His skin was paler then usual and his clothes seemed to swallow him. You wondered if he’d been eating. You watched as Jax gently hugged the older man, saying something to him you couldn’t hear.

“Y/N?” A voice whispered behind you in complete surprise, causing you to jump out of your skin. You turned and faced the person, Juice.

“Shut up. You didn’t seem me.” You walked past him, only to have your arm grabbed.

“What the hell? Have you seen what-.” You clasped your hand over his mouth staring him in the eye.

“Do I look like I’m blind Juice?” You growled. “Do you think I would do this if I had a choice?” He mumbled sadly under your hand. “I had too. I had too or both of us would have ended up dead. That man wasn’t planning to let any of us out of that shop that day. I had to not give Chibs another weak spot, give any of you a week spot. I know more about this club then I should, so I have to be dead,” You paused glaring at him, “and you need to forget I’m not.” You pushed him away and swiftly left.

Chibs sat at the bar, gently putting his head down. Tomorrow was your funeral and he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to go. It wasn’t an easy thing, admitting you were dead. Tears again filled his eyes, he closed them pushing the stupid things back. He would not cry. He felt a hand on his back and looked over at Gemma.

“I’m so sorry baby.” She said, opening her arms to him. He hung his head accepting her comfort. Her eyes were filled with remorse for him. “You deserved more happiness then what you got from life so far.”

“So did they,” He mumbled out, as she let him go. He wandered to his room in the Clubhouse. He dropped on to his bed, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” He grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey that lay on his bed, opening it and downing it.

You could see that chibs obviously wasn’t listening to the person preach, and neither were you, all you could here was what Juice has said last night. You stepped away with a slight sniffle. You couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. You had no family, so it was only Chibs and the club.

“I’m sorry Chibs.”

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Juice stood up half way through the funeral, much to the surprise of those present. He stormed away; he couldn’t do this to Chibs not when he had touch the person he loved last night. It wasn’t fair. He walked away, “Damn it!” He slammed his fist into a tree. His shoulder was grabbed by Chibs causing him to jump. “C-Chibs!”

“Juice,” He hugged the younger man. Juice went rigid in his grasp. “Thank you for coming, but you don’t need to stay.”

“Yes I do Chibs.” He hugged Chibs tightly. “Then after… There’s something I need to tell you.”

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@anarchyrenegade @localkillla @ineedthesons @mrskokitztelford @jade770


HERE IT IS WITH ACTUAL PARAGRAPH BREAKS AND SHIT. (I FUCKING HOPE)

Ten Minute Fic #2

Prompt: “You’re acting like a child.”

Title: His bed, His Heart, His Life

Word Count: 583

I shoved clothes in my bag with fervor I didn’t know I possessed. The events of the last few hours had motivated me, though, and I was about to complete a departure I had never seen coming.
“Come on, hear me out,” Dean begged. “I can explain everything.”
I shook my head. “Not a chance. You already lied to me once – and not a little, white lie, I’ll remind you. I’ll never believe anything you say now, so don’t bother.”
He growled and ran his hands through his hair. Normally that sort of thing would have driven me crazy in a really tingly sort of way that would have ended with the two of us naked in a bed, tangled together anywhere from minutes to hours. I’d lost sleep next to Dean, and now I was certain I’d be losing sleep without him.
I zipped my bag and slammed out of the shitty motel room, shoving the packed bag onto the passenger side of my car. He followed me to the parking lot, not bothering to close the door behind him. As I slammed my car door shut, I turned to look at him, mindful of the tears that were brimming in my eyes. I swear to God, if you cry in front of him … I would never forgive myself.
“It was one little thing, on the road. I thought we had an agreement,” Dean defended himself. More words I didn’t want to hear.
I rolled my eyes. “Shows how much you pay attention and care. Yes, this was supposed to be open, but after you left last time, we said no one else until we saw each other again. Fuck, that was three weeks ago. You couldn’t even keep it zipped up that long?”
“You’re acting like a child,” he growled out, grabbing my upper arm to close the space between us. “I thought when we made this agreement that you were going to be mature enough to handle it. We’re both in this business, we both know keeping up any kind of relationship is damn near impossible. This was supposed to be the easiest way.”
“Yeah, and you couldn’t even do it the easy way!”
“You think I like this?” he yelled at me, shoving me away with only a shred of the force he probably could have used. “You think I like seeing you maybe once a month? Knowing that there may be other guys when you’re on the road, or when we’re apart? This is the life we both chose, and we have to live with it. You don’t get to run away because I made one little mistake.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I scoffed. “I do get to run away. This life was my choice. This relationship or whatever was my choice. And leaving now, well, Dean, that’s my choice, too. Feel free to go back to the reputation that usually preceded you – one you apparently never left.”
I got in my car then, knowing if I looked him in the eye, I’d be too tempted to forgive him. Before I could change my mind about leaving Dean Winchester behind for good, I put the car in reverse and drove away from the motel.
When I was far away enough to know I could still see him, but not close enough to see the look on his face, I checked my rearview mirror. He was still there, in the same place, mentally adding me to the list of women that had come and gone from his bed, his heart, his life.  

Text Message From A Stranger AU- Angst Storm ;)

Prepare your tissues. I am not sorry. This is set in an alternative universe of what would happen if Juice didn’t tell Chibs. So here ya go! @anarchyrenegade @localkillla @mrskokitztelford @jade770 @ineedthesons @telford-ortiz-teller (Side note: If you haven’t read through The TMFS series I wouldn’t read this yet!!)

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~What Ever Happened To Chibs?~

~Multiple Years Down The Road.~

Rat, one of the newest prospects, was looking over a wall of men who were in the club, currently or in the past. His eyes settled on a picture of an older man. He called out to the boys, “Who is that?” He motioned to the picture, watching their faces drop.

“That’s Chibs,” A broken voice called from a couch. He knew the man as Juice. Everyone told stories about the man being happy and spunky, but Rat himself had never seen in. It made him quite sad in fact. He looked at the man, surveying his face about whether or not to ask why the topic made him so upset, so lifeless. Before he could even ask Juice continued, “He… Died in a gun fight.. It was years ago..” The mans gaze fell to his rough hands, thin things that had an almost deathly look to them. His eyes were sunken and his face held little light. “It was my fault..”

“Juice, you know it wasn’t,” His gaze shifted to Bobby, the older man who had recently become President of the club, who clasped Juice’s shoulder comfortingly. “Jax and Chibs both died on that run; you were in the hospital for months after that Juice. You can’t blame yourself.”

“They should have gotten out of there! Jax tried but,” A fire lit in his eyes as he spoke, growing louder, “Chibs wouldn’t go! He just wouldn’t go!” Juice’s voice broke and his head dropped again as tears began streaming down his face.

Rat barely caught Juice’s repeated mutter of ‘I should have told him,’ before Bobby sent him back out to the garage with a dark glare. Rat hung his head, feeling horrible that he had brought up such painful memories for the almost lifeless man. He ran into Tig and he went out the door. “Fuck! I’m sorry Tig.”

“Prospect, what the hell has gotten into you?” Tig looked at him with a surprised and slightly pissed gaze. Rat looked up at him and them away.

“Juice was telling me about Chibs. I don’t really mean to pry but as I was leaving Juice said 'I should have told him.’ What did he mean?”

“Oh fuck.. He was talking about Chibs’ best friend, well the person he was in love with. They faked their death to save Chibs, well they thought it would, and the only person who knew was Juice. Juice seems to think that Chibs wanted to die in that fight with the Mayans. The rest of us, we don’t know,” Tig ran a hand over his face and through his brown curls as he finished speaking.

“Oh..” Rat looked at the man, his blur eyes misty as if he started talking again tears would stream out of them. He took that as his cue to leave.

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A month later.

Bobby stood up, fuming and pissed at the world. He gently patted the grave. “Juice, he wouldn’t have wanted this.”

He turned around only to be greeted with the person who started all this standing a few yards away, tearing steaming down their face. He had seen them a few times over the years, at Chibs’, Jax’s, and even occasionally Gemma and Clay’s. You always were crying, sometimes just silent tears that just fell without you seeming upset, other times sobbing. On days like those he’d walk over and just hug you and cry too. He didn’t blame you, he knew better then that. He knew Chibs wouldn’t want that and he wouldn’t have another unnecessary death on his club.

“It’s time we let this go, don’t you think Y/N?” He said as he approached you. He watched your expression change from sadness to surprise.

“I think so..” Your voice broke and you hugged him, finding solace in the man your love called brother.

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Am I sorry? No I’m not!

so, I wrote this…fake dating…meronia thing..which could or could not be a multichapter simply because I needed a break from writing tmf. And yeah. I mean, I don’t know what this is? Just that..it is. Sorry if it’s crap. I’m a little rusty.



When Near had come out to Linda, he’d done it out of a certain necessity. Nevermind that it had horribly  backfired. It turned out, Linda didn’t have a crush on Near, had never had a crush on him. He’d completely misunderstood.

When Linda had asked Near repeatedly if he was single, it wasn’t because she was trying to see if she stood a chance, like Near had believed. She’d just been curious, because Near was her friend (sometimes Near might even admit to her being his only friend) and she just wanted to know more about his personal life. So when Near had admitted to Linda that he was gay, and was not, in fact,  interested in girls, he’d thought he was trying to spare her feelings. But then Linda’s face had brightened up and she’d had such a huge smile on her face that Near had to take a step back, reconsider his words.

“You’re gay?” She’d exclaimed.

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