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Chibs Telford - Sneaking Around


Imagine secretly being with Chibs until you get hurt one day. Chibs’s emotions make everyone believe there’s more than just friendship going on.

Some people would say you had nerves of steel while others would say you were just stupid. But regardless on whichever it was, you knew damn good and well that the man laying next to you was worth the risk.

It had been a very long day and both Chibs and you were beyond exhausted. Laying there next to him at the end of the day was - to you - one of the best ways to end it. You looked at the man laying next to you. The man that was old enough to be your father. The man that you knew your elder brother Jax, would skin alive if he ever found out about the two of you.

You were over eighteen, you weren’t stupid, but even though it made you an adult you knew Jax wouldn’t see it that way. Ever since Thomas’s death all those years ago, Jax had made sure to be extra big brother protective over you. It was tedious sometimes, mainly when he butted into your and Chibs’s time when the two of you were sneaking around the Club, but you both still made it work.

Chibs was different that was for sure. You liked how mature he was compared to some of the other guys in the Club, yet still holding a playful side when the time called for it. You loved how his hair was styled, the lines on his face, the scars, his eyes – you could lay there and name things all day long if you had the time. But what you had to love most about him, aside from his personality and his good looks, was his voice. His voice made you melt even if he was just yelling over something stupid that Juice had done.

The accent had you hooked from the get go.

You don’t know what you would ever do without the man laying beside you. Slowly closing your eyes you sighed and rolled into him and felt his arm wrap around your body while he was still sleeping. You fell asleep with a smile upon your lips that night.

The next morning you woke up to not having Chibs by your side. You weren’t suprised, knowing he had to leave before his Brother’s came looking for him and found you and him together – that wouldn’t be good at all.

Climbing out of bed you got ready for the day before proceeding outside of the clubhouse and finding chibs sitting there on the picnic table alongside Tig, Opie, and your brother. Looking across the parking lot you seen Clay and your mom standing in the doors of the garage.

“Mornin’ sleepy head.”

Jax teased as you walked out and stood beside Chibs at the table. You scoffed and rolled your eyes before you sent him a playful glare.

“I manage to sleep in for one day, and I’m instantly a sleepy head. What does that make you then, Jackson?”

Opie and Chibs both chuckled. Jax just smirked and hopped up off the table before grabbing you around your neck and pulling you around in a playful manner. You squealed and squirmed as you hit Jax on the arm and tried to break free. As he pulled you around in circles by the headlock he had you in he could hear the guys laughing.

You yelled for him to stop, which only caused Jax to laugh harder. You started to get dizzy and lightheaded from all the spinning. Your stomach started to do flips and you couldn’t tell up from down.

“Jackson! Stop God damn it!”

You yelled and he finally let you go. But that was a mistake as you couldn’t walk right and your balance was shit which caused you to stumble and hit the edge of the picnic table and catch your ankle on the edge. You screamed out in pain as you tried to turn around to grab the edge of the table, but it only caused you to flip over the seat backwards falling onto your back and hitting your head on the cement flooring.


You heard several of the guys call out as you laid there motionless. You were so dizzy you didn’t even want to open your eyes, let alone move. You felt someone remove your foot from being stuck on the bench and pulled you up into their arms.

“Y/N? Y/N!?”

You felt their hand run through the back of your hair before yelling your name in panic. You groaned and batted your eyes open to see Chibs sitting on the floor and holding you up. You blinked a few times more before looking confused.

“Is that – Is that bl–blood?”

You asked before passing out as you felt light headed.

You woke up in one of the back rooms with your head bandaged up. You groaned as you ran your hand along the bandage.

“I wouldn’t do that, baby.”

You looked over and seen your mother sitting on the edge of your bed. Gemma looked at you with a frown as you lowered your hand back down.

“What happened?”

“You fell over the picnic table rough housing with Jax and split the back of your head clean open, baby. Tara came over and stitched you up, took eleven stitches for the gash you had.”

She explained. You groaned again feeling the pain throbbing in the back of your skull.

“That’s not all either baby…” Gemma said causing you to look at her. “Chibs has a busted lip.”

You raised a brow. What did she mean Chibs had a busted lip? Gemma had seen you didn’t understand what she was talking about so she continued.

“Jax found out about you and Chibs sneaking around. Both Jax and Clay lost it. Jax yelled while Clay – Clay actually popped Chibs in the mouth.”

You gasped and tried to sit up only to have Gemma push you back into the bed.

“Calm down baby it’s okay. I talked to them both and even though they don’t like it – they’ve accepted the fact that you’re gonna do what you wanna do. You’re not a little girl anymore, you’re a grown woman. Don’t get me wrong baby, I don’t like it either – but at least you didn’t go for Tig.”

She chuckled at the end. You felt more at ease now after hearing that she had taken care of things while you were knocked out cold. You still felt bad about what happened with Chibs, but apparently his emotions had gotten the better of him and the cat was out of the bag.

Regardless of how it had happened, everyone finding out, the good news now was the two of you didn’t have to sneak around anymore. Back news, you were probably gonna get a talking to from both Jax and Clay.

Similar In Scars

Chibs imagine based off the request;

“I was thinking an imagine where the reader works at chibs favorite diner. She has major facial scaring because of an incident with a nasty ex. She doesnt know the reason he comes in every day is just to see her. One day he hears a few male customers talking about her making her cry. He takes care of them. Confesses his feelings and takes her home maybe end it with some smut??”

It was like clockwork.

Seven thirty seven every evening. The same man. The same booth. The same black coffee and the same dreamy smile.

He’s been in everyday over the past two weeks, and he stays until you clock off, wishing you a safe drive home and going his way as you go yours.

But you’re not an idiot. You see the MC branding on his jacket, you know what sort of life he has. The life of drugs and crime, killing and slaughtering, but also the kind of life where loyalty is at its strongest. Where everybody protects one another, loves one another. The kind of thing you’ve never had but always yerned for.

You can’t lie, the Scotsman intrigues you. The scars on his face, similar to your own, the mysterious aura he carries around with him, the beauty of him that you find so alluring yet you’re unsure to as why. You’re supposed to be scared, run away from the dangerous gang member and never look back. But you couldn’t.

Today it was Friday, and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole weekend relaxing. The thought of wine, films and food made you want to throw off your apron and leave right now. Shaking your head, you look at the clock. Only two hours left of your shift.

The door chimes, the familiar figure walking in. He takes off his glasses, folding them up and putting them in his pocket as he walks to the booth in the corner. The same booth as always. You roll your eyes, smiling to yourself as you watch him get settled.

It was a pretty quiet night, people probably getting ready to go out drinking and dancing rather than coming to a lonely diner just off the highway. There is a young couple to the right of the place, maybe eighteen, wrapped up in each other in a small booth, a table of three men talking loudly in the other direction. Other than that, and Chibs of course, it was empty.

Walking over to the regular customer, you open your notepad, getting ready to jot down his order. The process was unnecessary, his choice probably being the same as always.

“Welcome to Sal’s Diner. My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be your server today. Are you ready to order?” You spew off the familiar opening lines, Chibs smiling as he knows you have no choice, your boss perched just behind the bar.

Of course he knows your name, it’s been brandished in his brain since the day he came in here, spotted it on the way back from a run and decided to pop in for a break.

“Come on, lass. You should know what I have by now.“ He teases, grinning to let you know he’s joking. You roll your eyes, not being able to control your smile.

“You know it’s protocol, Chibs, you’re no different from anybody else.” You flirt, him raising his eyebrow in question. “But let me think. Black coffee, two sugars?”

He folds his hands in front of him, nodding to let you know you’re correct. As you’re jotting it down, you hear one of the men from a few tables away whistle.

You look up at the customer, your forehead scrunching. Was he seriously whistling to get your attention? What are you, a dog? Rolling your eyes, you look back at Chibs.

“I’ll be back with your coffee in a few minutes.” You smile, his gaze harsh on the men, before he turns back to you. You walk away, heading towards the rowdy group.

“Can I get you anything?” You force a fake smile onto your lips, even when the men nudge each other and whisper, laughing quietly to each other. They stare at you, your cheeks burning as you realise they’re laughing at your scars. Your stomach burns in anger, your eyes threatening to fill up with tears.

If only you weren’t in work, you would’ve gave these bastards a piece of your mind. But with your boss hanging over your shoulder, and your bills calling in the back of your mind, you will yourself to be calm.

“Nah, we’re good.” The dude who whistled says, trying to contain his sniggers. You glare at him, spinning around on your heel to go to the bathroom.

Staring in the mirror, you lightly trace the permanent lines on your face. The one above your eyebrow, the one linking your ear to your lip, and the one just under your eye. The marks are rough, jagged, sunken in, and angry.

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back, trying to keep the tears at bay. You take deep breaths, the feeling of the knife ripping in to your skin so fresh, even though it happened over 2 years ago.

A relationship that started out so beautiful, so wonderful, yet ended so horribly, so life changing. Stop it, you tell yourself, shaking your head as if it would free you from your mind set.

Looking at yourself, you dab under your eyes, trying to smile at yourself in encouragement. You can do this.

Chibs watches you enter the bathroom, his fists tightening. He witnessed the whole encounter, his blood was boiling at how these pricks had treated you.

He watches as they get up, laughing amongst each other. They each throw a few bills down onto the table, walking past him towards the entrance.

“Damn, she’s ugly as fuck.” The ringleader says, his friends agreeing. He listens for the chime of the door, before sliding out of his seat and heading in the same direction of the men.

Once outside, he sees them leaning on the wall at the back of the diner, smoking and chatting. They looked in their late twenties, but Chibs didn’t give a fuck anyway.

“Oi, shithead.” He walks up to the men, their gazes turning to the angry biker walking up to them. He reaches them, seeing the fear in their eyes. Chibs smiles sadistically to himself, enjoying the effect he has on them.

“Can we help you, old man?” The main one asks, laughing and looking to his friends for back up, but they stay quiet, looking down at the floor. The ringleader looks lost, gulping.

“Aye, you can start by losing the fuckin’ attitude.” Chibs demands sharply, getting in the man’s face, the two of them about the same height. “Does it make you feel tough, picking on a lass? Get you going?” He asks, grabbing the man’s crotch in his hand and squeezing.

The man immediately groans, curling over in pain. He tries to pull Chibs’ hand off his crown jewels, only making Chibs squeeze harder in response.

“Now, if you wanna give some poor wench a wee bairn someday, I suggest you go in there and apologise.“ He twists his hand, the man squealing in pain. “And you better mean it.”

“Alright man! I will, just let go.” The man manages to wheeze out the words, Chibs continuing to hold for a second, before he let’s go. The man falls over in pain, covering his junk with his hand, rolling from side to side and moaning. Chibs spits on him, turning to walk back into the diner.

He slides back into the booth, his timing perfect as he sees you walking into the kitchen.

Walking out of the bathroom you go to kitchen making a black coffee two sugars and carrying it out.

“Your coffee.“ You gently place the cup down on the table, Chibs looking up from his newspaper to look at you. “You sure I can’t tempt you to try one of our famous pies?” You try to joke, your mood a lot more sad than it was before.

Before Chibs gets a chance to respond, the door chime goes off, your eyes widening as you see the three men from before coming in. Probably here to take the piss some more, you think.

You look at the main man, confusion hitting you as you see him cradling his crotch like it was going to fall off. They walk towards you, eyeing Chibs nervously.

“We wanted to say sorry for earlier.” The main one says as he reaches you, his body slightly bent over. “We’re sorry for being disrespectful, we’re just a group of pathetic lowlives.” Another man chimes in, not giving you eye contact.

You raise your eyebrow, confused as to why they’ve suddenly come back to apologise. You look at the men closely, their eyes shifting quickly to the Scotsman before looking back down again.

You look at Chibs, him taking sips of his coffee as he watches the men menicingly. Did this have something to do with him? Your heart warms at the idea, your brain telling you not to get ahead of yourself.

“Erm, thanks I guess.” You say, the men nodding and practically running out of the place. You look back at Chibs in question, his expression giving nothing away as he meets your gaze, a gleaming twinkle in his eye.

“Enjoy your coffee. Just give me a shout if you need anything else.” You turn away from the table, walking to serve a woman and a little girl who have just came in.

As you recite your familiar lines, your mind is elsewhere, thinking about the biker across the room.

Walking out of the diner, your shift finally at an end, you rustle around in your bag for your car keys. Managing to find them, you get into your car, putting on your seat belt and starting the ignition.

Well, trying to start the ignition. Today just wasn’t your day, it seems, your car deciding to splutter and choke instead of actually working.

Groaning, you slouch in your seat, sighing deeply. Could this day get any worse?

You almost jump out of your skin when there is a knock at your window. You see Chibs on the other side, chuckling slightly at your fright. Blushing in embarrassment, you open the door, stepping out of the car.

“Jesus, Chibs. You scared me half to death.” You hold a hand to your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart. He smirks at you, his face glowing under the beam of the street lamp. “I thought you’d already left.”

“I was just having a smoke. Good job I was, your motor giving you trouble?” He asks, his hands in his pockets. You smile sheepishly at him, nodding as you run your fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what’s wrong with it. The engine keeps turning over when I try to start it. I’m just gonna call my brother to come pick me up and I’ll get it towed tomorrow.” You lean into your car, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. Chibs feels his pants tighten as you bend, your ass plump and round in your jeans.

“Don’t be daft, I’ll give you a ride. I work at a garage, I’ll have someone come get it, it’ll be fixed up by tomorrow.” Grabbing your phone and your keys before pushing the bag under the seat, you lock the car, turning to him.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’ve got better things to be doing on a Friday night. I’ll be fine.” You insist, even though you really want to take him up on his offer.

“I wasn’t askin’, lass. Come on.” You shiver, his voice holding a hint of dominance. He starts to walk before you can reply, so you just follow him.

As you reach his bike, your heart stops. You’d never been on a bike before, but not wanting to seem like a wuss, you take the helmet he offers you and slide it on your head.

He does the same, before mounting the bike and gesturing you to get on. You put one leg over the bike, sitting down, not really being sure where to hold.

“You might wanna hold on to me, sweetheart, unless you wanna fly off.” You laugh, cautiously sliding your arms around his waist and holding on.

You can feel the heat of his boduy through his kutte, as you inhale the scent of him. Aftershave and smoke, just what you imagined. It was as intoxicating as he was, your mind foggy due to your close proximity.

“Where am I heading?” He asks, revving the engine. You tell him your address, holding on to him securely as you pull off.

Pulling up to your house, you step off the bike. Chibs kills the engine and does the same, running his fingers through his helmet hair. You take off your own helmet, handing it to him smiling.

“Thank you, Chibs.” You tell him, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the helmet from you. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body, his touch igniting flames within you.

“It’s no problem, love.” His voice is quiet as he looks at you, the tension between the two of you evident.

Biting the bullet, you shove your nerves to the bottom of your stomach. “You wanna come in for a drink or something?” You slap yourself internally as soon as you ask, you’ve probably burdened him enough tonight.

“Sure.” He accepts, your heart skipping a beat as he does. You smile, turning to walk up your path. He falls into step behind you, your hands fiddling with your keys once you reach the door.

Once you’ve unlocked the door, you step in, holding the door open for your guest. Locking it behind him, you turn on the lights, telling him to take a seat in the living room and make himself comfortable.

You go into the kitchen, your hands shaking slightly as you grab two glasses. Butterflies are swarming madly in your stomach, your throat closing up with nerves. You tell yourself to calm down, pouring some wine into the two glasses.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to drink, so I poured some wine. I’ve got tea or coffee if you want one of those instead, don’t want to encourage drinking and driving.” You walk into the living room, him sitting on the couch, his jacket laying on the table.

“I can handle my liquor, lass, don’t worry about me.” He takes the wine glass from you, taking a sip as you sit down next to him.

You curl your feet up under you, your trainers discarded on the floor. “Can I ask you something?” He turns to you, nodding as he takes another taste of his drink.

“I could be completely off the mark here, and it might just be me thinking things but I have to ask or else it’ll drive me crazy.” You laugh nervously, looking down into your glass. “Did you say something to those guys earlier? The ones at the diner?”

Your question throws him off, him placing his wine glass on the table and sighing. He doesn’t know whether to be honest with you, as he doesn’t want to come on too strong or scare you away. But this is who he is, and he doesn’t want to lie about that.

“Aye, I might’ve spoken to them. Is that a problem?” He asks, his defence already up. He’s grew up surrounded by criticism and judgement, so as soon as anybody questions him, he’s immediately on the defensive.

He doesn’t know what to say when you smile at him, your beautiful eyes softening.

“You didn’t have to. I mean I’m thankful that you did, and it means a lot,” you ramble, pushing a hair behind your ear, “but I didn’t expect you to, you didn’t have to.”

“Listen, I know what it’s like to have people look at you different, whisper whenever they see that your skin has a few more marks than theirs.” Your heart warms as he opens up to you, your attention completely on him.

“But I just want you to know, I think you’re stunnin’, scars and all. Just don’t want horrible bastards making you doubt it.” A crease forms on his forehead as he talks, him wishing he would’ve done more to the men than just hurting his baby maker.

You watch him, his gaze drifting behind you before he meets your eyes. Tears are brimming the surface, your body tingling as you take in his words. Placing your glass on the table, you slide slightly closer to him.

You see his gaze flicker to your lips, your face near his as you admire it from this closer distance. The wrinkles around his eyes, his pink lips, the faded yet visible scars that adorn his cheeks.

Throwing caution into the wind, you slowly start to move in, not wanting to move too fast and ruin the moment.

You close your eyes, your lips touching his, just resting there. He makes no move to reciprocate, so you start to pull away, embarrassed.

However, he kicks into gear, his hand sliding into your hair as he pulls you towards him, locking his lips with yours. The kiss is deep, slow, both of you gently caressing the other as if they would break.

His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging softly as he explores the new territory. You pull away slightly, biting on his lower lip teasingly.

He pulls your hair lightly, a small groan leaving his lips as the kiss gets more heated. You straddle his lap, your hands moving to his hair as his settle on your hips.

Biting and sucking, the kiss is fiery, fierce, hot. The opposite of what it was a couple minutes ago, but neither one of you is complaining. His hands move to your ass, a palm on each cheek as he squeezes, rolling your hips onto his prominent bulge.

He watches you as you take control, grinding onto him as your eyes close in pleasure. Your core is throbbing, your panties already wet. He feels so good as you move onto him, his hands slipping under your jeans to feel your ass with no barrier.

Your cheeks are soft under his hands, him pulling them apart as you roll, the feeling making you moan. The noise makes him crazy, his own crotch aching for some attention.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, his lips peppering kisses on your neck. Your nod of consent is all he needs as you’re suddenly picked up, your lips latching back onto his.

He carries you towards the staircase, slamming you against the hallway wall. He places you down, deciding he’s not going to make it to the bedroom without ripping your clothes off.

He quickly goes to work on his jeans, undoing them just enough to pull his hard cock out of his jeans. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, it being bigger than anyone you’ve been with.

His hands pull down your jeans quickly, your feet kicking them off and across the room. Your hands pull him by the shirt, your lips hovering over his as he pulls your thong to the side desperately.

The air is knocked out of you as he slides in, your wet, warm walls stretching to accommodate him. You squeeze the fabric between your fist, your head dropping back as you wince in slight pain. It’s been a while, but damn he feels good.

He gives you a minute to relax around him, his cock pulsing inside you. He pulls out completely, sinking back into you as he places his hands on the wall beside your head. His eyes are locked on yours, his gaze so intense that you almost come right there.

He starts to fuck you, your back slamming against the wall as he drives deeply, in and out. You’re a moaning mess, his movements undoing you bit by bit. The whole thing is so erotic, so hungry as he takes you against the wall, the neighbours probably being able to hear your shouts of pleasure.

His mouth covers yours, your lips slightly sucking on his tongue, a deep moan leaving him as he ferociously drills you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You never wanted it to end, the feeling of him inside you being one you would happily feel for the rest of your life, but you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

“Fuck. Tell me how it feels, (Y/N). Tell me.” He pleads to you, his thrusts slowing down, destroying you just as wonderfully as before.

“You feel so good inside me, Chibs. Oh god, right there.” Panting, you squeeze your eyes shut as he hits your gspot, his cock perfectly hitting it everytime he slips back into you.

“I’m gonna come.” He manages to force out the words, the rasp and desperation in his voice making you reach breaking point, your orgasm hitting you as you scream. The pleasure is so intense, so powerful, that your eyes close, not being able to keep them open.

Your high drives his, his cock tensing before you feel his juices shoot inside of you, his teeth biting into your shoulder as he comes, his lips suckling the mark he’s left.

He pulls out of you, your body feeling empty as you feel the mix of your juices start to drip down your thigh.

“Jesus Christ.” He utters, his hand wiping his forehead as he pulls up his boxers and jeans. He disappears for a second, returning with his kutte. He moves back to you, grabbing your face as he kisses you deeply, your body tired as you manage to kiss him back, still reeling from your orgasm.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your face is still in his hand as he looks into your eyes. You nod sleepily, his lips curling into a smile as he kisses your forehead.

And like that, he’s gone. You slide down the wall, your heart rate finally slowing down as you try to understand what just happened. You smile to yourself, deciding that whatever did just happen, you’re more than happy for it to happen again.

Originally posted by chineserock

A/N - Hey guys! I loved writing this, and if I do say so myself it got me hot afffff, damn!!! Feel free to request, my ask is always open :) until next time! Xxxx

Baby (Chibs Telford Imagine)

Request: Could you maybe write something where the Reader is Chibs’ old lady and pregnant with his child and the drive-by at Half Sack’s wake causes her to go into labor 3 weeks early?

Warning: Distress of a pregnant lady, mentions of shooting, mentions of death, angst, 

Spoilers for Season 3

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imagine in order to protect you, Chib’s sleeps with a crow eater. You leave not knowing your pregnant. Now you have returned to Charming to come clean about your son
(Gift not mine)
(Y/H/C = Your main color)

I sat in the parking lot of Teller Morrow Automotive, looking for his bike out of habit. It sat in his designated spot. Second to the left, right beside Jax’s. It had been almost a year since I had left the place I had once called home after finding my old man Chib’s under some random crow eater. Alec let out a startled cry from his car seat as the sound of more bikes pulling into the lot filled our ears. “Shhh it’s okay darling, you’ll soon learn to love that noise” I cooed. He was getting hungry, I knew I would have to feed him soon. Hopefully Filip wouldn’t mind me using his apartment. My breast tingled at the thought of that amazing release. Not yet girls we have a confession to make first I thought to myself. Checking what little makeup I had applied in my rear view, I got out and grabbed Alec. “Come on love time to meet your daddy”.

The clubhouse hadn’t changed at all in the year of my absence. Chuck was still behind the bar, and the chapel door was closed. A cigar box full of cell phones on the pool table. Guess the guys were in church. My anxiety had rose from a three to a eight the moment I walked through the door. I had no problem raising Alec on my own, but Filip did have the right to know he was a father again. “Y/N”? The familiar voice came from behind me. Gemma Teller was standing in the doorway, manilla envelopes resting on her hands. “Hey Gem” I answered back. My hand automatically tightening it’s hold on Alec’s car seat. I felt Gemma’s eyes move from my face to the car seat. “Guess you came here to come clean” She asked laying the papers on the bar. I silently nodded as she walked over and engulfed me in a hug. “He was all to shit when you left baby. But you know that stubborn old goat. Once he sets his mind to something he follows through, and his mind was on protecting you.” “I know Gem. I found out about Alec when I was two months along. By then I was off the grid and I’m sure Chib’s was under someone else”.

Gemma looked down at my son then back toward the chapel door. Alec took this opportunity to let out a cry. I watched as Gemma leaned down to pick the car seat up and place it on the bar. Alec, intrigued by the new face was quiet again. “He has Chib’s eyes, and smile that’s for sure.” she laughed as Alec began to move his little mouth in a sucking motion. “he on a bottle or the boob” she asked unclipping his buckle. “Boob” I replied as she took him out of the seat. “Go on and go into Chib’s apartment and feed the little guy. I’ll send him your way when church is over”. She carefully handed Alec to me and grabbed a towel out from under the bar. “Here, in case you need to clean up a little.” Gemma gave me a quick smile before hugging me again. “I don’t know how long your home for, but I’m glad your back baby”. I laughed into her shoulder. “That all depends on how Mr. Telford reacts”. I called over my shoulder as I headed toward his room.


Jax slammed the gavel down, signaling the end of our meeting. I needed a drink and a strong one at that. Walking towards the bar I noticed a car seat sitting at the other end. “Where’s Tara and the wee one”? I asked Chuck as he slid a shot toward me. Thomas had been a bright light in my dark life the past year. Just holding the little lad was a sort of therapy. “Tara’s not here. Some (Y/H/C) headed lady came in and talked to Gemma, told her to go to your apartment”. My heart sank a little bit at the mention of a (Y/H/C) head. The only one I wanted back in my life was God knows where. Taking my shot I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Gemma standing beside me. She pulled me into a quick hug and whispered in my ear. “if you hurt her again you’ll wish you had never met me”. Before I knew what I was doing I was running down the hallway toward my room. When I opened the door I swear my heart stopped. Sitting cross legged on my bed with a baby to her bosom was the love of my life. Y/N glanced up from the baby and met my eyes. “You going to let the whole club see or close the door”? She asked bringing me out of my shock. I stepped into the room and quickly closed the door.

Not knowing what to say I pulled a chair up in front of my bed and straddled it. In the year since she had been gone, Y/N’s hair had grown about six inches, her boobs had gotten bigger for obvious reasons, but her (Y/C) eyes were still as beautiful as always. The little lad at her chest was trying to fall asleep. He lost his grip on his mother and was slowly blinking up at her as she sat him up and placed his head on her shoulder, patting his back until he burped contently. “Will you hand me the diaper bag Filip”? she asked as she nodded toward the desk by the door. I hadn’t even seen the bag when I entered. Getting to my feet I quickly abided and she dug out a wet wipe and wiped the wee lads lips free of milk. “Is he mine” I asked, my words barely above a whisper. She laid him between two pillows at the head of the bed before turning toward me.

“Biologically, yes he is yours Filip, if you claim him as yours is a whole other story.” (Y/N) sat back down at the foot of the bed. My fingers ached to touch the skin that was showing underneath the holes in her jeans. “You know, I never thought I would be able to step foot back into the clubhouse, matterless, into this room.” I watched her as she looked around. I hadn’t moved anything since the day she left. “I don’t even think you’ve cleaned anything in here since I left.” Her eyes finally landed on me again. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant before you left”? I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice. “I missed your entire pregnancy, hell knowing you, you were alone when you delivered him!” I exclaimed. My voice being louder than I intended. A small noise came up from my pillows accompanied by the sound of movement, before finally settling down again.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left and I didn’t find out until I was already a month and a half along. By that time I was away from Charming, and you were probably fucking every crow eater in this place so don’t try to guilt trip me Filip!” her words stung. Yes I had fucked some crow eater when I knew she would be stopping by, it was the only way I could make her leave. but I hadn’t been with anyone since. “If you must know” her words caught my attention again. “Yes I was alone when I delivered him. I was in labor for seventeen hours, and in case you didn’t notice he has a big head just like you which let me tell you we not a joy to push out”. I tried to speak but she continued talking over me, like she always did when she was pissed off. “He was born on our anniversary, which is October 13th in case you’ve forgotten. He weighed eight pounds and three ounces, and his eyes are brown just like yours.” tears were starting to form in her eyes, and I felt my heart break all over again at the thought of her having to go through this alone. “He has a birthmark on his right wrist that looks like a star, and I swear to God Filip Telford, if you ever hurt that boy I will kill you a thousand times over do you understand!” I quickly drew her into my arms, not being able to hold back any longer. Her tears were falling freely now and mine were as well.

“Yes I claim him as mine, and I want him in my life love, I want you back in my life. I did what I had to do at the time in order to protect ya, can’t you see that? After what the Irish did to Fiona did you really think I would let them do anything to you? I had to push you away love.” The words were out of my mouth in a gibberish rush. Before I knew what was happening my lips were on hers.

Your POV

His kiss sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I had longed for the feel of his lips on me again for longer than I wanted too. I could feel the heat coming off of his body as he pulled me closer to him. His hands found my hips and he dug his nails in. He knew that drove me crazy. A moan escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through his hair. Chibs hands had just made their way to my ass when Alec began to cry. Chib’s quickly pulled away from me and walked over to his son, taking Alec into his arms for the first time. “What’s all this fussin’ about then lad”? Chib asked his son as he cradled Alec to his chest. “He probably needs to be changed” I commented trying to take action from Chib’s arms. “He smiled and shook his head. “I can handle it lass, this isn’t my first rodeo ya’ know”? I handed over the diaper bag as Chib’s laid Alec down on the bed and changed his diaper. Once our son was clean again, filip, cuddled him to his chest as if he had been doing it Alex’s whole life. The sight of him holding his son made my heart sore. I had imagined this moment so many times and never had to details been this good.

“Look lass, I know our relationship isn’t perfect, and it may never be. But I wan’ to be there for you and the barin. I will’ support you and the wee one in any way I can. Just as long as you let me. Then maybe, after we adjust to being parents together, we can start workin’ on bein’ a family” His voice filled my ears and I felt the faintest trace of hope for our future. “I would be delighted with that Filip”. Chibs leaned in close to me and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “Come on mum’, let’s go introduce the newest member of SAMCRO to the rest of the fella’s”.

Chibs Telford | Jax Teller - Brotherly Love


The guys are super protective over you – even more so is Chibs and Jax.

“You’re not doing it.”

Jax said with his arms crossed. You scoffed and glared up at the man. You were a fully grown adult and could do as you pleased, with or without his permission.

“Jackson, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m an adult.”

You explained, trying to keep your cool.

“Aye the lads right. Yer not doing it.”

Chibs agreed. You shook your head with a deep sigh. These two were the worst out of the club when it came to being overly protective of you.

“Did Bobby put you up to this?”

Wondering if your uncle was the one to blame. The both of them looked at one another before looking back at you.

“Bobby probably doesn’t even know yet. But we’re telling you no before he finds out.”

Jax told you. You groaned and turned away from both men as you slid out of your chair by the bar.

“I’ll see you guys later… and DON’T even think about following me home to make sure that’s where I’m headed.”

You told Chibs raising an accusing finger in his direction. The Scotsmen couldn’t help but cracked a smile. You rolled your eyes knowing that neither one of them were going to listen to you.

At least you tried.

Being Chibs’ Old Lady would include:

Author: Johannah

Originally posted by northernbluetwo

✦ Drinking together

Loving his Scottish accent

✦ Calling him ‘Braveheart’ to piss him off

“Ye cheeky wee minx”

✦ Him smacking your bum when you aren’t looking

✧ Cuddling when you’re alone

✦ Him playing with your hair

✧ Him calling you ‘darlin’

✦ Gently tracing his scars with your finger then kissing them tenderly

✧ Him being the big spoon

✦ Murmuring soft things to you in Gaelic before you fall asleep

✧ Him patching you up whenever you get hurt

✦ You patching him up whenever he gets hurt

✧ Being very motherly to Juice

✦ Him hugging you from behind

✧ Drunk rough sex in the clubhouse bathroom during a party

✦ Him always making sure you get home safe when you’re drunk:

You:’’m not even that drunk baby… *stumbles* 

Chibs: Aye. Sure yer not. Come on, hold onto me, ye troublemaker

✦ Collarbone kisses

✧ He gives great massages

✦ Curling up on his lap while you watch TV

✧ Teasing him whenever he wears his glasses

✦ Meeting Kerrianne in Belfast, and becoming very close

More Than Just A Thing?

Tig imagine based off the request:

“Some kinda imagine where you’re sneaking around with one of the guys, keeping it secret from the club until someone finds out? Maybe hooking up with Tig/Happy/Juice? Lots of teasing and flirting and smut smut smut cause girl I can’t get enough of your smut imagines haha 😉😘”

Thank you to @thewalkingdeadfanatic for requesting!!

You yelp as you feel hands on your hips, pulling you into the broom closet. The door is shut behind you, your back pushed against it, the room pitch black. Not that it matters. You can tell exactly who it is, just by the feel of his hands on your skin, the alluring smell that you can only describe as him.

“Jesus, Tig. Way to give me a fucking heart attack,” you scold, no real annoyance in your tone, the soft kisses you feel upon your neck making you melt like butter.

“M'sorry, baby. I just can’t keep my hands off you.” You tangle your fingers in his hair as you subconsciously tilt your head back, exposing more skin for his lips to explore. He sucks tenderly, his teeth nibbling teasingly. A gasp leaves your lips, your body already hot and tingling for some attention.

“We’ve got about five minutes.” You nod, him kissing you deeply as his hands move to undo his jeans, yours fiddling with the button on your own.

Your lips stay attached as his jeans drop to the floor, yours following. He stands in between your legs, pulling his cock out of the hole at the front of his boxers. You pull on his hair as he sinks into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you both fit together.

“Now, let’s see how fast you can make me come, Trager.” He growls playfully at you, pulling out and slamming back in, filling you completely. You moan with every hard thrust, his mouth sealing yours to keep you quiet.

His tongue slips past your lips, fighting with your own for dominance. He wins, as always, pulling away and biting on your plump bottom lip. Your back hits against the door behind you, your hands on his biceps as he fucks you, his cock hitting your pleasure points in all the right ways. Your moans drive him faster, his motions almost animalistic as he leaves and enters your pussy at a wonderful pace.

“Fuck Tig, I’m gonna…” You don’t finish your sentence, his fingers slipping down to your clit and driving you over the edge. His head drops back as you come around his shaft, your walls tight and dripping. He pulls out once more, stuffing you to the hilt before groaning, his cock bursting with come inside of you.

You suck on his jaw as he orgasms, your fingers running up his stomach. His juices escape inside of you, filling you up until later when you’d need another fix.

He slips out of you, kissing you once before pulling up his jeans, you doing the same as you both try to fix your ‘we just fucked’ appearances.

“I’ll see you later.” You wink at him, opening the door slowly, checking for any witnesses. Satisfied, you step out of the closet, a sharp slap on your ass making your body jolt. You turn back, Tig smirking at you, his expression so hot you want to spend the rest of the day on the end of his dick. Rolling your eyes, you walk away, trying to comb down your sex hair.

“Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.“

Gemma says, raising her eyebrow at Tig, who sits with a smile on his face.

Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs were all gathered around the garage, Gemma just walking in to see how everyone was getting on.

“I think it’s less of which side of the bed he woke up on, and more to do with who was next to him in the bed.” Chibs teases, the other boys hollering boyishly. Tig just smiles bigger, the image of you swirling around in his brain.

“Someone important, Tiggy?” Gemma was like a dog with a bone once she got a whiff of something, and he knew that him and you would have to be more careful if you wanted to keep your private relationship private.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, trying to play it cool. “I’ll let you know when I do.” He knows it’s total bullshit, he is completely infatuated with you, you’re more than important. Still, he’s not even sure whether you see him as anything more than a fling.

Gemma hums, smirking and walking towards the clubhouse. The other members start up a conversation, but Tig is too busy thinking about you to even keep track.

“Hey babe.” You look up as you hear Tig’s voice, a smile instantly brightening up your face. You’re currently in Gemma’s office, reorganising some files for TM. You like to help out whenever you can, and you get paid for it too, which is a bonus.

Standing up out of your chair, you walk over to him, him shutting the door behind him. As you reach him you slip your hands around his neck, his locking around your lower bag as you look up at him. His gaze is set behind you, looking at nothing in particular.

“Is everything OK?“ you ask, the crease in his forehead showing that he’s got something on his mind. He hums in question, his eyes meeting yours as he tries to shake it off, the smile he displays not quite reaching his eyes. He pulls away from you, pacing across the room before turning to look at you.

“What is this? What are we doing?” You open your mouth, not quite knowing what to say. You try to reach out for him, but he backs up further, hoping that the distance between you will somehow help him think straight.

“I-I don’t know. I thought we were just having fun, enjoying each others company. What’s brought this on?” He shakes his head, not saying anything as you observe him, not wanting to say anything in fear of pushing him even further away.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You swallow the lump in your throat, the sight of the broken man in front of you bringing you pain. “I’m not just someone you can play with and then get fucking rid of. I can’t deal with that, (Y/N). I’m already fucked up in the head as it is.”

“Tig…” Your voice trails off, your body heavy as you stand there, feeling lost. You’re not sure what he wants to hear, needs to hear, but you know that if you don’t say something, he’s going to walk away anyway.

“That’s never what this was.” Your voice is soft, not wanting to scare off the fragile man infront of you. “I care about you too much to hurt you. I’m sorry if that’s what I’ve done, I thought we were both fine with this-”

He huffs in frustration, pacing a couple more times before sitting down on the couch, burying his head in his hands. You slowly step over, taking a seat next to him, leaving a little bit of room.

“I just-” he starts, bringing his head up and turning in to you. “I’m sick of this sneaking around, the borrowed time we have together before we hear a sound and have to panic and separate.” He takes your hands in his, looking into your eyes.

“I want us to be more than that. I want you to be more than that.” Your eyes widen at his confession, his words being just what you wanted to hear without even realising it. You never let yourself even dip into the pool that was you and Tig being an actual couple, not wanting to even move near the possibility that could probably never be. But here he was, bringing your thoughts to life.

You place your hand on his cheek, his eyes closing as he subconsciously leans into your touch. “We can be whatever you want us to be, Alex.”

His eyes shoot open after the words leave your lips, a warm feeling spreading through your body. He just watches you for a moment, disbelief on his face as his mouth opens and closes like a fish, a laugh erupting from your mouth at the sight.

This snaps him out of it, his hands grabbing your face as he kisses you deeply. You close your eyes, trying to transfer your feelings into the kiss.

“What a surprise.” You both pull apart, the click of heels echoing into the office. Your cheeks flood with the embarrassment of being caught with your tongue down Tig’s throat, Gemma smirking at you both. “I’m guessing she’s important?”

Tig stands up, chuckling nervously, feeling like a little kid. You stand up with him, pointing to the files on the desk. “They’re all organised.” You try to change the channel of conversation, smiling shyly at Gemma.

She just continues to smirk at you both, nodding at you in acceptance. You both turn to leave the office, Gemma calling Tig back as you continue your route to the clubhouse.

“You did good, sweetheart. So did she.” His expression is full of admiration as he watches you walk away, turning back to Gemma and walking over to hug her.

“Thank you momma.”

Standing by the bar, biting on your nails, you’re drowning in your thoughts. What happens now? Do you tell people that you and Tig are an item? What if the club don’t think you’re worthy? Don’t think you can be trusted? What if Gemma tells everyone? What if-

You’re dragged back to reality by the movement in front of you, Tig coming through the clubhouse door. The room is full, SAMCRO scattered around as they drink and talk amongst each other.

You look at him, trying to keep your expression neutral. He strides right over to you, a cheeky grin on his face. As he reaches you, you open your mouth to ask him a million questions, but they’re all answered as he places his hands on your face, placing a loving kiss on your lips.

You place your hands on top of his, kissing him back as you hear whistles around you. Pulling away you bury your head in Tig’s chest as you hear the boys being boys, congratulating him and shouting playful comments.

Tig laughs, pulling you into his side, knowing that nothing could ever make him feel happier than he does in this moment. Being able to kiss you, hold you, be with you freely, it’s all he needs.

Originally posted by tarons

A/N - I hope you liked this!!! Thank you so much to my fave for requesting! I’ve got quite a few requests but feel free to keep sending them in and I’ll eventually do them! I’m either going to do a Chibs request or a Juice one next! Thanks for reading xx

If you don’t love me - Lie to me

Originally posted by fylakas-aggelos

                                                  Flash Back:

It’s finally here. Our graduation day.

“Guys, I can’t believe you did it. Especially you Jax.” Gemma said as she folded her arms in front of her chest with a proud smile.

“Neither can I.” I said as my two best friends wrapped their arms around me.

“Smile for the camera!” Gemma said as Jax and Opie pulled me between them and wrapped their arms around me before the camera flashed.

                                               Present Day:

I smiled to myself as I stared at that picture.

That was one of the best and worst days of my life. That was the day that I graduated and the day I lost the only family and friends I have ever known. I moved to New York after that day to start my new life; far, far, far away from Samcro and Jax Teller.

You see, Jax, Opie and I were inseparable until she came along and this she I was referring too is known no other than Tara Knowles. Tara always hated me from the time she laid her eyes on me to the time she was screwing my best friend. Opie and I were never fond of her one bit. Tara and Jax were always on and off again due to her hatred for the club and for me.

After graduation, there was a club party that we were all invited too. Opie took Donna while Jax took Tara and I went by myself.

                                                 Flash Back:

I walked into the club as the smell of alcohol and cigarettes floated around me.

“Congratulations (Y/N)!” Tig said as he walked towards me with open arms. I walked the rest of the way till I was in his arms. “I knew you could do it!” Tig said as if he was a proud father congratulating his daughter. I smiled at him before pulling away from his embrace.

“Thanks Tiggy.” I said before walking over to the bar and taking a seat. I ordered a beer before turning myself on the stool. I sighed to myself once I spotted Jax sitting on the couch with a scantily clad dressed Tara seated on his lap.

“She’s not half the woman you are, Lassie.” I jumped when I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I turned to see Chibs taking a seat next to me. One of the crow eaters working the bar handed me my beer before grabbing Chibs a drink.

“Jax doesn’t think so.” I said as I took a sip from my beer. Chibs chuckled before saying.

“There’s a lot going through that boy’s head that not even you know about.” Chibs said as the crow eater passed him his scotch before he took a sip. I began to think about what Chibs had said before he turned back to me with a smile on his face as he spoke up again; “I think a congratulation is in order.” He said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I smiled before saying;

“Thanks Chibs. I’m going to get some fresh air and have a cigarette up on the roof if you need me.” I said as Chibs nodded his head.

“Looks like you might have some company soon.” He said as he nodded behind me. I turned to see Jax looking at me with worried and curious look flashing across his face. I rolled my eyes before walking over to the ladder and heading up to the roof.
Once I reached the roof, I hauled out my pack of Marlboro cigarettes before plopping down on the old chimney and throwing my legs out over the side. I took a puff before looking up at the night sky and blowing the smoke towards the sky
“Pennie for your thoughts?” Jax said as he came around from behind me. I turned to him before letting out a small chuckle.


“No. But seriously, is something wrong?” Jax said before taking a seat next to me. I took a puff of my cigarette before blowing it out once again.

“Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think somethings wrong?”

“Because I’m your best friend (Y/N). I know when something’s wrong with you, I know when you’re sad, when you’re happy. And I sure as hell know when there’s something on your mind that’s bothering you.” Jax said standing up to face me. “Just talk to me.” I sighed before throwing my cigarette on the ground before stomping on it and turning towards to Jax.

“You really want to know what’s going?” I said looking at Jax as he nodded in response. “I’m sick and tired of you falling for that skank down there!” I said raising my voice at Jax as a look of confusion flashed across his face.
“What do you mean?” He said in total confusion. I sighed once again before saying;

“Tara. She constantly breaks up with you over the stupidest of things and you always go back to her!” I said walking towards him.

“So, why do you care?!” Jax said as he began to raise his voice.

“Because I’m in love with you! That’s why!” I said as tears brimmed the rim of my eyes threatening to fall.

“Wh-what?” Jax said as he looked stunned.

“I’m in love with you. Ever since we were 15. I’ve loved you.”

“Wh-why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jax said as he sat down on his previous spot.

“Because she came along. Jax, I watched how happy she made you, I watched her make you a better person just by her presence, I watched as every time she smiled your eyes would lite up and you would smile like an idiot, I watched as every day and every night you would call her just to see how her day was going and if she was okay.” I said as I let a tear slip out of my eyes “I watched as you fell in love with her.”

“(Y/N). I’m sorry. I never knew.” Jax said as he began to stand up and walk towards me.

“Save it Jax.” Jax stopped walking as I began to push past him. “I know you don’t care. Please just stop pretending like you do.” I said as I began to walk to the ladder. “I’m just going to go.” I said as I began to climb down the ladder and back into the club before heading towards the door.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” The club began to go quite as Jax continued to yell my name. “Where are you going too? You have no where but here!” Jax said as I stopped in my tracks.

“Jax, answer me one last question.” I said as I turned around to face him. “If you had to choose between me or Tara, who would you choose?” At this point the club fell to a sudden silence.

“(Y/N), I-” I cut Jax off by saying.

“Who?” Jax sighed before saying.

“Tara.” I let one final tear fall from my face before saying.

“That’s what I thought.” I said as I turned around and never looked back.

                                              Present Day:

I laid the photo in my suit case before zipping it up. I picked up my suit case before beginning to walk to the taxi that was awaiting my arrival outside. It’s been three years since I last seen the club or Jax. I had been thinking about going back to Charming for a little while now. After everything went down between Jax and I, I decided that I would move away and begin a new life for myself. I had been saving up to go to New York some day but I just never did.
When Jax and I had our fight I decided enough was enough and I moved to New York far, far away from the club and him.

I closed the door behind me as I got into the taxi before turning to the driver and saying.

“To the airport.” I was finally going home.

                                              Time Skip:

I arrived just outside of Charming at around noon. The first thing I did was head to this little convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. I paid the taxi driver before getting out of taxi, grabbing my suitcase and walking into the convenience store.

“Hi, can I help you?” I turned to see this young and attractive guy standing behind the counter. I smiled at him before saying;

“Yeah, actually you can. Can I get a pack of Marlboro cigarettes?” He smiled before nodding his head and turning to get the cigarettes. I laid my suitcase on the floor beside me. I began to rummage through my purse for my wallet and my lighter. I heard the ding of the door before the sound of heavy footsteps soon came behind me.

“What can I get for you two fine gentlemen.” The next thing I heard sent shivers down my spine.

“Two packs of Marlboro’s.” The sound of a Scottish accent filled the room as I stood up straight as I handed the cashier my money before muttering out a small ‘thank you’ and ‘keep the change’ before grabbing my suitcase and heading for the door. As soon as I got outside I opened my pack of cigarettes before popping one into my mouth and lighting it up.

As I took a puff from my cigarette I heard the little bell from the door once again, as the same heavy footsteps came outside.

“Are you and Donna going to the club party tonight?” Chibs questioned Opie as they headed towards their bikes.

“Yeah, Jax and I are going to help Gemma set up and than Donna’s going to come down.” Chibs nodded before opening his pack of Marlboro’s and taking one out.

“Shit man, I forgot my lighter at the club, do you have one?” Chibs said turning towards Opie.

“No man, I lent mine to Jax and forgot to get it back. Just ask that girl over there she might have one.” I felt my heart go up in my throat as I heard Chibs begin to get off his bike and walk towards me.

“Excuse me Lassie?” I turned my head to see Chibs looking back at me.
“Do you have a lighter?” I reached into my purse before hauling out my lighter and handing it towards him. Chibs lit up his cigarette before handing it back to me.

“Thanks, you look awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” I smiled to my self before looking down and hauling off my sunglasses.

“I sure hope I do.” I said as I looked up to meet Chibs surprised and shocked reaction.

“(Y-(Y/N)?!” Chibs said lifting his glasses from his face. I nodded my head as Chibs grabbed me and wrapped me in his tight embrace.

“We thought we lost you.” Chibs said before turning around and signalling a confused Opie towards us.

“What is it ma- (Y/N)?!” Opie yelled as Chibs removed me from his tight embrace.

“Hey, Opie.” Was all I said as a big smile came across his face before he wrapped me in his tight embrace as well.

“Where have you been all this time?” Opie questioned as he pulled me away from his embrace.

“After everything went down with Jax I packed my bags and bought a one-way ticket to New York and I’ve been there ever since.” I said as Opie nodded his head.

“You want a ride back into town?” Opie said motioning towards his bike. I smiled before nodding my head.

“Yeah, I’d love one.”  I said as I walked over towards his bike before putting my suit case on it before throwing my leg over the side of it as well.

“I have to say this is one of the main things I missed when I left Charming.” I said while chuckling. Opie chuckled too before handing me his helmet and starting up his bike before taking off down the road.

Once we reached town, Opie and Chibs drove the rest of the way to Teller-Morrow. They pulled onto the lot before backing their bikes next to the rest of them.

“Opie, Opie, Opie! Donna’s not going to be happy that you have someone else riding behind you.” I knew that voice from anywhere.

“Well, you see I know Donna would actually be extremely happy with this someone.” Opie said while chuckling as he lifted his leg off the bike.

“Really? Why’s that?” I smirked to myself before taking off my helmet and sunglasses.

“Because I’m the best thing that’s happened to her and this club.” I watched as Tig’s jaw dropped once he realized who I was.

“(Y/N), is that really you?” Tig said as I began to get off the bike.

“The one and only.” The next thing I knew I was wrapped up in Tig’s tight embrace.

“Oh my God, we thought we’d never see you again. Holy fuck I almost kicked the living shit out of Jax for what he did that night.” I chuckled into the hug as Tig began to pull away.

“I’ve missed you guys so much.” I said as the rest of the club members began to come around to see what the big commotion was about.

“(Y/N), when you left we got some new members.” Tig said motioning behind him.

“This is Juan Ortiz but we just call him Juice.” Tig said as he swung his arm around this young guy shoulders. He looked to be about in his 20’s, he was about 5’9 with a Mohawk and two tribal designs tattooed on each side of his head. He had his hand out stretched to me as he began to speak up.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said with a smile as I replied.

“Same to you.” Tig than went over the next guy who looked to be about 6’2, with a completely shaved head and a devious smirk plastered across his face.

“This my dear is Happy Lowman.” I smiled at him before saying;

“So, why do they call you Happy?” Happy smirked to himself before answering;

“Well, you see.” He began as he lifted his shirt to reveal a bunch of tattooed smiley faces located just below his rib cage. “They call me Happy because every time I kill someone I get one of these smiley faces tattooed on me.” I smirked to myself before walking towards him.

“My kind of man.” Happy looked at me shocked at first before covering it up with that same devious smirk from before. Tig looked shocked at first before moving onto the next guy.

“Okay then. This is Kozik.” Tig said pointing towards a man who looked to be about 6’1, he had dirty blonde hair and had a few tattoos on his arms.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).” I smiled at him before saying;

“Same to you.” Tig began to speak up again.

“And that over there is our prospect Half-Sack.” Tig said pointing to this scrawny guy standing little ways behind Chibs. Half-Sack began to come closer with an outstretched hand.

“Do I even want to know why your name is Half-Sack?” I questioned as I shook his hand. Half-Sack smiled before retracting his hand and beginning to undo his belt.

“Well I can show you.” All at once in unison we all shouted;

“NO!” Half-Sack chuckled before letting his hands fall at his sides. Before any of us could speak again a voice rang out in the distance.

“Half-Sack how many times do we have to tell you nobody-” The voice stopped mid sentence as they came into eye contact.

“(Y-(Y/N) is that yo-you?” Everyone moved over to reveal Bobby staring back at me.

“Yes.” Before anyone could say anything I ran to Bobby’s open arms.

“(Y/N), I’ve missed you so much.” I chuckled to myself before replying;

“I’ve missed you too.” I said pulling away from Bobby’s embrace.

“Come on. Move over. The rest of us would like to see her too.” I looked over to see Piney nudging Bobby with his cane
“Piney, oh my God! How have you been?” I said as I rushed over and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Pretty good, how about you my dear? We’ve missed you!” Piney said as he hugged me back.

“I’ve missed you guys too and I’ve been good.” I said as we pulled away from our hug. Clay stood a bit ways back behind Piney.

“Hello Clay, I’ve missed you too.” I said as he began to walk towards me before wrapping one arm around my neck and pressing a kiss to my forehead before pulling me in for a hug.

“I’ve missed you as well. I heard you were in New York, how was it?” Clay questioned as we pulled away from our hug.

“Amazing, I love it up there. Where’s Gemma and Jax?” I questioned as I looked around before turning back to Clay.

“They’re setting up for tonight for the club party.”  I nodded my head. “Are you coming?” Clay questioned as I smiled before speaking up.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Clay smiled while chuckling a little.

“That’s my girl.” Clay said as Chibs spoke up.

“Well, I think (Y/N) had enough excitement for one day. How about I show you to your dorm and you can get ready for tonight.” Chibs said as he began to come beside me.

“Sounds good.” I said as I began to pick up my suit case and turn around.
“See you guys later.” I said waving good bye before walking into the club. As I walked into the club, I began to notice that the club really hasn’t changed. I walked towards the wall full of the photos and seen everyone from the first nine to the current members now laid out on the all with their police photos.

“He really hasn’t changed one bit.” I said looking at Jax’s photo. Chibs came behind me with a smile.

“Yeah, the Lass really hasn’t. You know he regretted not choosing you.” I felt my heart speed up a little as Chibs continued on. “About a week after you left, Tara got an acceptance letter for a university in Chicago and she made Jax choose between her and the club…”

“He chose the club.” I said finishing his sentence. Chibs nodded his head.

“Yeah, and with that she left. Jax prospected for the club and worked his way up to VP. He blames himself everyday for your leaving.” I nodded my head before continuing on down the hall towards the dorms.

“You’re going to stay in his dorm for the time being.” I nodded as we walked to the last door on the left. I looked over at the wall while Chibs fiddled with the keys to unlock Jax’s dorm I noticed this baby blue motorcycle propped up on display.

“I-is this John’s bike?” I said as I began to walk towards the glass case which had enclosed the bike. Chibs turned around before coming towards me.

“That it is Lassie. Jax restored it about a year ago and we all decided as a club that we would put it on display.” I nodded my head.

“It looks so perfect.” I said as Chibs nodded his head before we continued back to the dorm. As I walked into the dorm I saw the American flag hung above the bed. There were clothes spread across the floor, I chuckled to myself because I knew this was Jax’s room just by the mess.

“Well, if you need anything, just holler and someone will come running.” I nodded my head with a small smile as he closed the door behind him. I walked over to the bed before laying my suitcase down and taking a seat. As I was sitting on the bed I began to take notice of a photograph of Jax, Opie, Donna and I in the club.

I remember exactly when this photo was taken. It had been a few weeks before Grad. The club was having one of their annual parties and we were having a few drinks before our big day. I was sitting on the bar with Donna while Jax and Opie were sitting on the stools on either side of us. Gemma called out to us for us to turn around and pose for a picture. Jax and Opie both hopped up onto the bar with me and Donna. I sat on Jax’s lap while Donna sat on Opie’s we all put surprised faces on as Gemma snapped the photo of all of us. I giggled to myself as I remembered that night.

It was the last time I remember Jax actually having fun with me before Tara came around. I laid the photo back on the night stand before standing up and getting ready to take a shower.

                                                    Time Skip:

I pulled on my black ripped jeans, with my black tank top and my white converse. I grabbed one Jax’s white and blue plaid flannel before wrapping it around my waist and tying it. I took one last deep breath before grabbing the handle of the door and twisting it open. I began to walk out of the room and down the hall. The sound of loud rock music and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit me the as soon as I left the room.

Once I reached the end of the hall I noticed Chibs and Tig were sitting at the bar drinking beers; I began to walk towards them.

“Hey guys.” I said while taking the stool next to Tig.

“Hey baby girl, how are you doing?” Tig said turning towards me.

“Good. Nervous but good.” I said while chuckling. Tig chuckled with me before saying;

“There’s nothing to be nervous about doll face. You just need a couple beers in you and you’ll be just fine.” I chuckled again as Tig turned to Half-Sack and ordered two beers. Half-Sack grabbed two beers and opening them before handing them to Tig.

“Thanks Half-Nuts.” Tig joked before turning towards me and handing me one of the beers.

“Thanks Tiggy.” I said before taking a sip. As I was drinking my beer I heard the door to the club open and close. I turned my head to see Happy and Kozik pulling someone into a bro hug. Once they began to pull away I began to take notice of who it was.

It was Jax.

“Something wrong Lassie?” Chibs said as he turned towards me.

“Why would you ask that?” I questioned as I turned towards him.

“You seem panicked all of a sudden.” I looked behind Chibs to see Jax coming towards us.

“I just need some fresh air. That’s all.” Was all I said before I got off my stool and headed for the ladder that lead to the roof and began to climb it before Jax could see me.

“Who was that?” Was the last thing I heard before I reached the roof. Once I was on top of the roof I went over to the now enclosed chimney before taking a seat. I let out a deep breath before hauling out my pack of cigarettes and taking one out. I put it in my mouth before realizing that I had forgotten my lighter in my purse.

“Shit.” Was all I said as I began to take the cigarette out of my mouth.

“Need a light?” I jumped at the sound of someone else’s voice. I turned to see no one other than the famous prince of Charming.

“Yeah.” I said as I put the cigarette back into my mouth as Jax lite his lighter before lighting my cigarette. I muttered a ‘thank you’ as Jax took out his pack and pulled out one before lighting it as well.

“Chibs told me you were up here.” Jax said as he took a puff, I nodded my head before speaking up.

“I figured he would. How have you been?” I asked as I turned towards him.

“I’ve been good. How about you?” Jax said before taking another puff of his cigarette.

“I’ve been good. I missed you, Opie and the club a lot.” Jax nodded as I took a puff of my cigarette.

“(Y/N), I want you to know that I never meant to make you leave. You’re still my best friends.” I sighed to myself before standing up and taking one last puff of my cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it.

“Jax listen, I know you mean well but when I left three years ago it wasn’t because of Tara, or because of our fight or even you. I left because there was nothing left for me here.” Jax began to stand as well looking confused.

“What do you mean there was nothing left here for you? You have me and Opie, you have the club. We’re your family.” Jax said as he began to walk towards me.

“That’s just not it Jax! You just don’t get it!” I yelled out as I began to close the space between Jax and I.

“What don’t I get (Y/N)?! Tell me exactly what I don’t get!” Jax said as he raised his voice.

“There was nothing left for me here because I had already lost Opie and I knew it was just a mattered of time before I lost you.” I said as I looked down and began to lower my voice. Jax stared down at me before placing his hands on either side of my face as I let a few stray tears fall down my cheeks. Jax wiped them away as he spoke once again.

“What do you mean you lost Opie and you knew it was a matter of time before you lost me?” Jax question as I looked up through bloodshot eyes.

“Opie had Donna and they looked so happy. Then you found Tara… And you were so in love with her and I was left alone.” I said as another stray tear fell down my face.

“(Y/N), you were never alone. Opie and I would never leave you no matter what. You’re our best friend and we love you. You know that right? After you left I couldn’t sleep. I felt like if something would happen to you it would’ve been my fault. I would have never been able to live with the guilt.” Jax sighed to himself as he adverted his eyes from mine. “I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I…” Jax looked back into my eyes before saying;

“I love you. I always have and I always will n-” I cut Jax off by slamming my lips against his. Jax smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I felt as if the weight lift off my shoulders.

“Get it, Jackie boy!” I pulled away from Jax as a giggle left my lips. We turned our heads to see Chibs and everyone watching and cheering for us on the parking lot.

“Well, I never expected an audience.” Jax said chuckling. I smiled back at him before speaking up;

“Jax, before we go any further. I want you to promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” Jax said as he took my hand in his and caressed it with his thumb.

“Promise me, you won’t break my heart.” I said as I stared in to his eyes.

“I promise.”

“Enough with the chit chat! Kiss her already!” Tig yelled out as Jax and I chuckled.

“Should we give the people what they want?” Jax said as he turned towards me. I giggled at him before pulling him into a passionate kiss as the world around us faded away.

And for once in my life, I didn’t feel alone.

Chibs Telford - Tease


Imagine being teased by your brother Jax because he finds out you have a crush on Chibs.

It wasn’t fair by any means. As soon as Jax your cousin found out about the fondness that you have for Chibs, Jax would not stop teasing you.

“So what you gonna call him daddy?”

Jax teased quietly by your side. You hit him hard on the arm once as a warning and sent him a death glare. Your ears feeling hot along with your cheeks.

“Because you know you’re his daughter’s age.”

You smacked him again only this time you didn’t stop till he backed away from you laughing. This caught the attention of the Scotsmen that had been sitting a few chairs down at the bar.

“Oi! Jackie boy! Leave the poor lass alone would ya!”

You didn’t dare look at Chibs and instead kept your gaze on the table. Jax could only smirk as he straightened out his kutt and looked at your lowered head.

“Remember Y/N, you’re only sixteen. I don’t need you starting trouble. Besides what would your daddy think?”

Jax whispered so you could hear putting an emphasis on the word daddy. You screamed when you seen that cocky smirk of his and launched yourself from your stool. Jax let a burst of laughter out as he ran from you around the room and you chased him, screaming at the top of your lungs.

Chibs watched in awe from his stool as you ran around trying to whack Jax’s upside the head. Finally the two of you vanished outside leaving him with the peace and quiet he most certainly welcomed.

Fighting to Conceive

Happy imagine based on the request:

“Can you do an imagine where the reader is with Juice or Happy and they decide they want to start a family and she is having trouble getting pregnant, making them fight and ending in fluff and a bun in the oven? Thanks!!”

You groaned at the negative pregnancy test in your hand, throwing it in the bin and leaving the bathroom. You combed your hand through your hair, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant.

You and Happy had been married for four months, and had been trying constantly to conceive, not that it was much of a chore, but the stars were against you. You just couldn’t get pregnant.

You both desperately wanted a baby, and you knew it was a process and it could take months, but with every negative results your heart shattered just that little bit more. Happy wasn’t helping either, both of you frustrated, secretly blaming the other for not getting the result you both wanted.

You’d been giving the go ahead by your doctor, Happy’s swimmers being perfectly active and your body being a suitable environment to carry, so you just didn’t understand why it wasn’t happening. You rested your head in your hands, willing yourself not to cry, not to be defeated.

You hear the door open downstairs, heavy boots being heard on the laminated floor. You stand up taking a deep breath and leaving the bedroom to go downstairs. As you reach the end of the staircase, you see Happy in the kitchen, eating a leftover piece of pizza.

“Hey, babe. How was the run?” you ask, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed across your chest. He shrugs his shoulders, chewing his food. You close your eyes, the noise of his chewing driving you insane, your mood on the edge.

“Could you please shut your mouth when you’re eating? It’s disgusting.” Your tone is snappy, shocking even yourself but you’re too pissed off to apologise.

“Who pissed in your breakfast?” He retaliates, opening the fridge door and grabbing a beer. You feel yourself getting angrier, the negative pregnancy test looming in the back of your mind.

“Are you seriously drinking already? It’s not even lunch yet. No wonder I can’t get pregnant, your sperm are probably all drunk.” You want to take the words back as soon as you say them, the expression on Happy’s face a mix of anger and hurt.

He slams the bottle down on the counter, grabbing his kutte from the chair and heading for the door.

“Hap-” He slams the door behind him, the strength of it vibrating through the house. Your eyes fill with tears, your chin quivering as you begin to cry. Water streams down your face, sobs escaping from your lips as you slide down to the floor. You bring your knees to your chest, hugging them as your body aches all over.

You feel disgusted with yourself, blaming Happy for the result you didn’t want, when in fact you know he wants this just as much as you do, if not more. He’s already told you about how he wants a little princess to cherish and protect, a little baby boy to dress up in tiny biker boots.

You stay on the floor weeping for what feels like forever, before dragging yourself upstairs, hoping that maybe a hot shower might help. You think about ringing your boyfriend, but decide it’s probably best to give him more time to cool off.

You stand under the stream of water, letting it shelter you as you cry. Cry for yourself, for Happy, and for the unborn baby that you both desperately want.

You look at the clock on your phone. It was currently nine at night and Happy hadn’t been home since you fought. He was usually home by now, and if he wasn’t he usually texted to tell you what time he would be home.

Just when you were thinking of calling one of the SAMCRO boys, you hear the door unlock, Happy stepping through. You look at him, standing from your seat as he locks the door behind him, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the hook behind him. He turns to face you slowly, a blank look on his face.

You cross the room, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. You feel his arms slip around your back, holding you to him.

“I’m so, so sorry Happy.” You muffle into his shoulder, squeezing him. You pull back, looking into his eyes, wanting him to know your words are completely true. He kisses you deeply on the lips, a weight being lifted off your shoulders knowing he forgives you.

“Don’t be, baby. I know hard this is on you, and it’s hard on me too, but we need to stick together.“ He tells you, moving a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You nod, still feeling guilty as sin, before kissing him again, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you.” You smile, him kissing you on the forehead and repeating your words back to you. You know things will happen in time. What will be will be.

It’s been just under two months since you argued with Happy. Sure, you still had your little tiffs, but nothing serious. You’d both decided to just have sex when you wanted to have sex, without the pressure of wanting to make a baby everytime. It’s made things so much better, so much more relaxed for the both of you.

However, this month, your period hadn’t came. You’d been feeling really tired lately, and Happy had been giving you more back massages than usual. These were all signs of being pregnant, so here you were, you and Happy, sitting in your bedroom, waiting for the timer to go off so you could check the test.

The second it bleeps you turn it off, blowing out a deep breath and looking at Happy. He kisses you on the lips lovingly, smiling at you.

“No pressure, baby. There’s plenty of time for us to have a baby.” Your heart melts, his constant caring nature being one of your favourite things about him.

You stand up, grabbing the test from the nightstand. You turn it around, having to look and blink a few times to register the result in your head.

Two lines. Positive. Pregnant.

You squeal, jumping up and down, Happy’s face beaming as he stands up, pulling you into his arms and holding you closely.

“I’m going to be a dad.” He says, a smile plastered on his face, his eyes glistening with tears. You bring your lips to his, pouring all of your love and excitement into your movements.

“Yes you are, baby. We’re gonna be parents.”

Originally posted by lovegoods

A/N - I hope you guys liked this fluff imagine! I felt like this took me longer to write than usual, I had a bit of a block but it happens to us all I guess :) I’m going to post either a Negan imagine next or an SOA one, I’ll let you know! Thank you for reading and thank you for all the love you show on my imagines, it means the world to me :) xxxx

Let Me Make This Up to You

“Chibs imagine where he forgets your birthday and he finds a way to make it up to you.”

Sure thing




November 6, your birthday. Birthdays have never been big for you since your family never did huge things for them, but Chibs always does something nice for you. Still having to go to work, you got yourself ready. Looking over to Chibs, he was passed out across your guys’ bed still hungover from last nights club party. He hasn’t mentioned much about your birthday, not even asking you what you wanted. Normally he’d spend weeks thinking and asking for ideas and your birthday would be magical. But not this time. He was hungover, snoring, with one shoe on and his jeans half off.

Getting yourself ready for work, you were upset. Half crying while washing your face. Birthdays weren’t special growing up, but since you started dating Chibs two years ago they were like a dream. He made you feel like a queen, bringing you flowers, making you breakfast in bed, things that were special. Chibs was a romantic, he made you feel good.

Brushing your teeth, you heard Chibs wake up and groan, “Holy shite, I feel pretty fucked,” rubbing his face he kicked off his shoe and started walking towards the bathroom, “Fuck, what day is it, love?” Chibs rubbed water over his face, “November 6,” you spat, walking out of the bathroom. Chibs immediately looked up, he knew it was your birthday, “Oh shite, love, I’m sorry,” walking towards you grabbing your hand, but you yanked it out of his grip, “Save it,” slipping on your shoe he kept trying to apologize, “I’m sorry, Y/N, please listen,” “How could you forget? You make my birthday a special thing every year and it’s the one thing I look forward to every year.” Chibs was speechless, everything you said was true, “Go to the clubhouse, get drunk with your brothers I don’t care right now,” slamming the door behind you, Chibs knew he needed to make this up to you. “Shite.”

Later at work, your friends noticed you weren’t in such a great mood as you always are. “What’s wrong?” Your friend Tanya wondered, “I’m just upset at Chibs,” wiping the table your head hung, “What happened?” Tanya came over to you with a coffee, “He forgot my birthday,” her mouth opened, “Are you serious?” Nodding she slammed her coffee down, “That’s bullshit,” “He got drunk with the guys at the clubhouse and he didn’t even know what day it was this morning until I told him the date,” you found a tear coming out of your eye, quickly wiping it away your friend hugged you, “Come on, when we get off we’ll get drinks, okay?” Nodding you smiled, Tanya always knew how to get you out of a funk.

After work, you and your friend decided to go to the bar down the street from your house. You and her would go there every now and then to let loose and just have a little girls night once in awhile. “What can I get you two ladies?” The bartender asked, “Moscow Mule,” Tanya leaned over the bar, she flirted a lot but it was funny to watch since guys crumbled at her fingertips. “I’ll have whiskey on the rocks,” the bartender winked at both of you and began to get your drinks, “Do you have any specials for a birthday girl?” Tanya was determined to get you piss drunk for your birthday and to get you to forget about Chibs for a few hours, “I got something for you,” the bartender gave you your drinks and started mixing a pretty pink drink, shaking and turning it over in the shaker. “Here you ladies go,” you and Tanya took the shot and slammed the glass on the counter.

Through the night you and Tanya drank, she was piss drunk but you couldn’t get drunk without thinking about Chibs. Tanya was about to leave with the bartender soon since the whole night they flirted, “I’m gonna get going, I’m gonna walk. It’s not that far, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Letting Tanya know before you left, she probably didn’t hear you but at least you told her.

Walking home, it was quiet. The fall breeze hit your face softly, it felt different tonight. It was lonely. You never walked home by yourself, you were always on the back of Chibs’ bike, but since you were pissed at him, you were alone for the first time in a long time.

Opening your door, you saw rose petals in a trail towards the bedroom. “What the hell?” Laying your purse on the couch next to the door, you followed the trail. The lights were dim and you made your way to your room to see a bouquet of roses and candles lit all around. Chibs was there, sitting on the small chair you kept in the corner. He stood up, “I’m so sorry, love, I’m an idiot, I know I should’ve remembered, and there isn’t an excuse I could say, but please let me make it up to you.” Chibs walked towards grabbing your hands gently. “You did this?” Looking around the room, it was gorgeous; clearly the best he’s ever done. “Yes, love,” smiling, “Let me make it up to you,” pulling you into a kiss, you wrapped your arms around him.

Leading you towards the bed, he sat you on the edge. Chibs standing between your legs with his hands wandering your body. He has always been extremely passionate with you, but it was softer this time. Pulling you closer by holding your back, Chibs undid your jeans and slowly slipped them off with your help of lifting yourself up. Slowly undoing his jeans same as yours, and lifting your shirts off, you were basically melting into each other.

It was slow and romantic, you were both hot. Chibs hovered over your continuing the foreplay by playing with your breasts and twirling his fingers around your clit. Holding onto his shoulder you were moaning and squirming under his touch. Placing himself between your opened legs, he slowly slid himself into you causing you to go crazy. It was the slow thrusts that drove you crazy, but he loved making you his.

Chibs was holding your face with one hand, and his other hand was supporting himself next to your face. Slowly thrusting himself in and out, he began to create a rhythm. “Faster, Filip,” whispering through your moans, and of course he did what you requested. You felt his hips rock harder into you. His breaths were hot and heavy, throaty groans over you, “Oh, God,” holding onto his arm, you felt his arm snake its way to your back pulling you up to sit on him. Both of you were face to face with hard kisses, you started to move your hips while he thrusted himself into you. You both were in a syncing motion with locked eyes.

Heavy breaths and deep moans passed back and forth, you began to feel a tight knot build in your lower stomach. You were getting close and felt like you were going to explode, “Fuck,” Chibs tightened his grip on your waist. Your hips slowed, but he sped up knowing you were close. Suddenly, that knot grew tighter and tighter until your head flew back and your back arched into him, “Filip!” Moaning, you felt your body shake in his grip, and right after you came, he finished.

Laying yourselves down on the bed, Chibs wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. Laying a kiss on your head, he looked to you. “I’m sorry about forgetting your birthday, Y/N, but tomorrow we’ll go to your favorite restaurant,” looking up to Chibs you smiled, “You made it so perfect tonight, sweetheart, I love you.” Kissing your lips he smiled, “I love you too, Y/N.”


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                                       SAMCRO Christmas Surprise 

                                                       Your POV

“What do you mean we’re under a lockdown! It’s Christmas Eve for Christ’s sake”! (Y/N) huffed into the phone as she paced the room. “I know love, and I’m sorry, but I need ya’ to come to the clubhouse. We’re gonna’ try to do Christmas as best as we can, but with this Mayan feud’ goin’ on Clay wants everyone under one roof.” your old man’s voice met your ears as you looked around at the Christmas decorations you had worked so hard on putting up this year. “Jus’ pack up the gifts, and what food ye’ have done so far. Phil is on the way with the van to help load it all up. A thought crossed into your mind at the mention of Phils name. “Fillip I still need to get gifts for a few people! How can I do that when we have to be in the clubhouse?” You could hear Chib’s sigh on the other line. “Love, Gemma is going to go out later once we have a head count to get a few essentials. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind ye’ tagging along to do a wee bit of shopping”. I sighed, knowing it didn’t do any good to try and fight it. I was going to spend Christmas in the clubhouse. “Fine, but I’m still going to wear my Mrs. Clause outfit”. I hastily told Filip before he could hang up. “Wouldn’t dream of any Christmas any other way love. Be careful, and if ye could, pack me a change of clothes or two will ya”?

                                                    Chib’s POV

“Well, the lass certainly wasn’t happy about that” I looked over at Gemma who was admiring a necklace in the case we were standing next too. She looked up and gave me a genuine smile. “I’m sure when everything’s said and done she will be forever grateful for your little scheme.” I let out a little chuckle, something that was happening more and more as the holiday spirit crept deeper into my bones. “Aye, I hope you’re right mum. Now, did you find out what size she wears”?

                                                     Your POV

“I can help load this stuff up Phil, you didn’t need to bring Bobby, and Opie” Of course the guys wouldn’t hear any of it. “It’s no problem (Y/N) Clay wants everyone to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible, so the more hands you have the faster we can get there” Opie’s voice came from behind a stack of presents. “You better not be trying to peek at those gifts Ope” you scolded as you gathered up the cake you had baked, trying to keep yourself in the Christmas spirit. “Wouldn’t dream of it ma’am”! He laughed as he packed the last of the gifts up in the van. Looking back at our little house I sighed. “Let’s get this show on the road then.”

Walking through the door of the clubhouse, I hardly recognised it. Christmas lights covered every wall. The bar was covered in fake snow, and drinks, and a huge Christmas tree was in the corner of the huge room. Just then Lyla came around the corner followed by Kenny, Ellie, and Piper. “The tree looks a little bare, figured you wouldn’t mind decorating another tree this year”. She giggled. The kids looked up at you with excitement in their eyes. “Of course I would love to decorate the tree with you guys! Go put the ornaments by the tree and I’ll be over in a second okay?” The kids took off like a shot. Lyla stood beside you watching them debate on which color to put on the tree first. “Might as well make the best of the situation” she laughed. You looked around the clubhouse, expecting to see the faces of members from other charters. “Where are the rest of the members, shouldn’t they be here by now”? You asked worry in your voice. “Oh the lockdown is just for SAMCRO, the rest of the charter aren’t coming down”. If looks could kill you would be in deep trouble. “Are you serious”? You asked her, the frustration in your voice was evident. “Hey I don’t make the orders, I just follow them.” Lyla walked over to the tree where her children were already placing lights on the lower branches. Taking a deep breath you grabbed your phone sending Chibs a quick text. So just SAMCRO on lockdown huh?  You pocketed your phone and made your way to the tree.

Three hours later, the clubhouse had been transformed to a winter wonderland. The tree was up, Christmas music was blaring from the surround sound, and food covered the pool table. Chibs still hadn’t wrote you back. He knew you were upset, but it wasn’t like him to ignore you. You had changed into your Mrs. Clause outfit shortly after finishing the tree. The red knee length dress, trimmed with white fit like a glove. Your green converse and Santa hat finished the ensemble. Gemma came out of the kitchen with a huge turkey on a platter. Bobby, Opie, Juice, Jax, Clay, Tara, Tig, Phil, Happy, Chucky, and the rest of the charter gathered around the table. “Has anyone seen or heard anything from Chibs” you asked, trying to hide the worry in your voice. “Yeah Doll, said he was on the way about ten minutes ago. Said he was stuck in traffic on Main Street. No sooner than the words were out of his mouth the clubhouse door opened and Chibs walked in, a black trash bag slung over his shoulder.  He quickly found you in the sea of bodies and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Sorry love, had to make a few stops. I got the gifts for Phil and Happy while I was out. You look gorgeous by the way.” Before I could ask him what was in the bag he was walking toward his dorm and Bobby was asking me what I wanted to drink with dinner.

Before I knew it dinner was eaten, the mess cleaned up,and everyone was sitting around the Christmas tree with coffee or hot chocolate in hand. Chibs had once again disappeared right after dinner. Not bothering to tell me where he was going. Clay stood in the middle of the room and cleared his throat. “Well, as you all know we are under a lockdown, and yeah I know it sucks that it is Christmas Eve. But I just wanted to say there isn’t a better group of people that I would rather be locked up with. As this is a special occasion I figured we could do a little something different tonight. We have a very special friend coming over in a few minutes and I hope everyone is on their best behavior.” he looked toward the kids who were all staring up at him curiosity in their eyes. Just then a loud thump came from the front of the clubhouse, followed by a knock on the door. “Why don’t you go open the door Abel” Jax urged his son, who was on his feet in seconds. “Well ello’ there lad! Have ye’ been a good boy this year?” came an unmistakable Scottish accent. Abel began to jump up and down before running back to Jax and Tara. “It’s Santa”! He exclaimed as Chibs walked around the corner. He was decked out from head to toe in a red suit. He even had on a big white beard and sunglasses. The kids were on their feet faster than anyone could imagine, and you couldn’t help the smile that was on your face. Chibs sat down in one of the empty chairs as one by one the kids came and sat down on his lap, telling him what they wanted for Christmas. In return Chibs handed each of them a present. As they opened them each kid was found they were given a pair of Christmas pajamas, and their favorite Christmas movies. Finally the only child left was Thomas, who Chibs took gingerly in his arms. “Well look at this handsome lad” he cooed as Thomas reached for the fake beard and pulled it down to reveal a silver and brown goatee. “Well looks like the cats out of the bag now lad” he laughed as he took of the beard and handed it to Piper who took off into the kitchen followed by Abel. Not wanting to be left out of the Christmas joy, the adults were each allowed to open one present. Chibs, handed out gifts quickly and  one by one, new jackets, helmets, gift cards, and shirts were unwrapped. Finally the only person who hadn’t opened their gift was you. Turning toward you, Chibs grabbed your hand and got you to your feet. “You ready to open your gift love”?  You nodded, allowing your inner kid to come out. “Look behind the tree love, it’s in a purple box”. He instructed and you went to find your present.

Unfortunately, there was nothing purple behind the tree. “I don’t see anything back here Filip, you huffed turning around to see Chibs down on one knee in front of your family. Your heart began to race as you seen the smile on his face. “Well would you look at tha’, I had your present here with me all along” he joked reaching for a small box in his Santa coat. “Lass, I know we have had our differences of opinion. What color to paint the guest bedroom, what to do for dinner, and why it is or isn’t okay to makeout in public. But there is no other women I would rather have those differences with. Lass, you have changed me for tha’ better and I don’ just want ye as my girlfriend. I want ya’ to wear my crow, to be my old lady, and most importantly, I want ye to be my wife. (Y/N) will ye do me the most amazin’ honor of marrying me”?  You looked down at the most amazing man you had ever known. The Santa outfit only adding to his charm. “Filip Telford, there is no better honor in the world then to call you my husband. Yes I will marry you”. Tears were filling your eyes as he stood up and slid the ring on your finger. His lips caressed your own as the clubhouse erupted with applause and jeers of congratulations. “This is officially the best Christmas ever Mr. Telford” You whispered in between kisses. A smile as big as the grand canyon covered his lips as he pulled you in closer. Needing to feel you in his arms.

Tig Trager & Chibs Telford - This Life |1|

So this is a story taken from my Wattpad and I will be posting it little by little on here. I hope you guys enjoy this series, which has multiple parts and is a “book series” meaning when this ends another will begin.

Clara Morrow was the only living child to the President of the SOA located in Modesto California and his current location was the big house. He and a few of his boys were caught smuggling and ended up doing some pretty hard time.

Seems like the law hadn’t had a big enough payoff this time – shame really.

That’s why Clara Morrow currently found herself in the middle of the SOA club house parking lot in Charming. She had phoned her aunt Gemma about two hours ago telling her that she needed a place now that her daddy was up in the Pen for the next at least 15 years of his life.

So much for setting the recorder straight this time round.

Clara was left with her daddy’s bike since he was put up – and boy was it a nice one. A 1993 slick black Harley Davidson with a back mount for the person riding bitch. She remembered the first time she ever road it – she was four years old and she remembered the feeling she had going up and down the countryside on the back, her feet weren’t even long enough to reach the bottom so she had to wrap them around her daddy’s waist to hang on.

A small smile came to her lips as she remembered – but it quickly faded.

She sighed deeply, knowing that the Brothers were all inside, their bikes parked outside told her that. She rolled her neck and kicked one leg over the bike and hung her helmet over the handlebars.

“Better now than never.” she muttered to herself.

Walking across the parking lot she made her way to the door of the building and couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. It had been well over a good six years since she had seen everyone – she was twenty-three as of this year.

Pressing her lips together she blew out the air from her lungs and turned the nob of the door before walking inside. Her large steel-toed boots sounded on the floor as she walked through the front door and what voices she had heard buzzing about inside had all hushed when they seen her standing there dressed in leather and black.

Her open long sleeve HD jacket hung open and exposed her Ozzy shirt, along with the Reaper necklace that her father had given her that hung around her neck. She looked at everyone and they all seemed to look back at her. Her hands were stuffed in her jacket pocket as her eyes slowly slid over everyone in the room.

A man that had longer hair and shades on the top of his head was sitting on a couch looking at her rather shocked. A young red head boy – or was he blonde, she couldn’t really tell – was looking at her as if he seen a ghost, he was standing by a pool table. Another man stood there with him, he had dark and short curly hair.

Then there was an older man who was using an oxygen tank was sitting at a table next to a slightly younger looking man whom she recognized right away.

“I’m guessing Aunt Gemma didn’t inform you I was coming?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

The man whom she recognized only broke out into a large smile and laughed loudly as he went to stand up and approached her, holding open his arms for a hug, which she gave him.

“It’s good to see you again, Doc.”

“Just wish it was on better terms, Uncle Clay.”

Clay pulled away from her and looked her over, not as happy looking as he was prior to the hug. She was right, it had been too long since he last seen her and she was only here now because of what happened with his brother down south. Clay sighed deeply and shook his head, his hands resting on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your dad. I don’t know what my brother was thinking.”

“He obviously wasn’t – we both know that.”

Clay nodded, knowing that this was a mistake that could have been easily avoided had it not been for sloppy work. Removing his arms from her shoulders and allowing them to fall to the ground and couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.

“I’m still glad you’re here. Gemma did tell me you were coming, I just wasn’t expecting you this soon.”

“Hey Clay, whose this?”

The man with the brown hair that was by the pool table asked as he walked up next to Clay. He was only about half a head taller than her, putting him somewhere around the six foot area – herself being about five eight.

“Tigs – this here’s my niece Clara Morrow, don’t tell me you don’t remember her?”

Tigs seemed rather baffled as he looked between Clay and Clara and then his eyes landing on Clara again with a smirk upon his lips.

“No shit? It’s been a long time since I last seen you. You were a kid the last time I seen you.”

“Yeah, and the last time I see you, you had your head between some Crow Eater’s legs about ready to pass out over there on that bar.” she said, giving her head a motion toward the bar counter round the corner.

Clay broke out laughing, along with the younger man in the back who still stood there with the pool stick in his hands. Tigs didn’t seem to know what to do after such a bold comment besides looking at her rather wide eyed before breaking out in a smile himself.

“Glad to know you haven’t forgotten me, either.” Tigs joked, that smile plastered widely across his face.

The other man who was on the couch came walking up and stopped at her side between Tigs and herself. She turned to look at him as he looked up at him, him being around the same height as Tigs.

“This here is Chibs, you remember him?” Clay asked, wondering what type of comment she’d give next.

“Depends, was he the one motorboating two of the Crow Eater’s on the couch or was that just my imagination?”

“Well, she’s not wrong there. Sounds like you.” Clay said as he laughed and patted Clara’s shoulder.

“You got a lotta nerve sayin’ all this not moments of walkin’ in thru tha’ there door.”

Clara raised a brow, she had completely forgotten all about his accent and boy was it something that sent a chill down her spine. Clara slowly shook her head as she inhaled deeply through gritted teeth and with raised brows as she looked his way.

“Sorry man, can’t help it, it’s just the Morrow in me.”

Chibs scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and took a quick look down at his boots before looking over to Tigs and then Clay.

“So, why is she her’?” Chibs asked the question they all wanted to know about.

Clay’s smile faded and was replaced with his rather serious demeanor.

“Her daddy’s in the Pen for getting caught smuggling guns – he’s doing some hard time this time. So, she here’s gonna be staying with us for the long haul, best get use to seeing her round – oh, and getting along with everyone would be wise too, Doc.”

Clay said, turning toward his niece at the last bit. She just shrugged again and put that pretty innocent girl smile back in place.

“Not my fault that their last impressions were bad ones.”

Oh yes, her time here was going to be a joyful one indeed.

A Bartender in Charming (10/?)

Author’s note: The smut train finally rolled into town, as promised. Go easy on me, it’s my first attempt at this!

Summary:  Lily and Chibs are finally alone together. 

Pairings: Chibs x MainCharacter

Warnings: Cursing, Sex

Lily: There he was, standing there, holding my clothes in his hands. The biker looked almost shocked to see me. I smiled slowly at his expression.

           “Something wrong, Telford?” I asked, approaching him.

           That snapped him out of his stupor. He raised a playful eyebrow. “Ye can’t just leave your clothes lying around, lass. Someone may come along and take them, then what’d you wear?”

           I shrugged. “Well, I’ve got this towel… Looks pretty good on me, don’t you think?”

           Chibs eyes looked me up and down as he took a step closer.

“Aye, it does…” He tilted his head to the side, like he was examining me. “But I think it would look better on the floor, to be honest.”

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Part One                  Part Two

“The fuck you mean they took him?!” You yelled. “I just saw him.”
“(y/n), calm down.” Jax said patiently.
“Dont tell me to fucking calm down! Tele where the fuck Ope is!”
“(y/n).” Chibs warned.
You glanced at him and your rage subsided. A sigh left your lips and you ran your hands through your hair.
“Im sorry, Jax.” You said quietly.
He nodded slowly before speaking again.
“Opie came after you. He wanted to talk to you but the Chinese stopped him and took him. Prospect saw them drag him into their van.”
Your body trembled and you ran your hands through your hair again.
“So where is he?” You demanded.
Jax sighed and shook his head.
“I dont know, (y/n). But we will find him. I promise.”
You nodded.
“Wh-what about the kids? Should I go get them from school?” You asked.
Jax and Chibs exchanged a look before Jax turned back to you.
“Nah. Pick them up after school like normal and bring them to the clubhouse. Don’t leave unless you have someone with you.”
You nodded slowly and he turned to Chibs.
“Take her back to the clubhouse then meet us at Laroys.”
Chibs nodded and they slapped each others shoulders before turning towards their bikes.
You walked with Chibs and he passed you the helmet once more.
You lifted it to your head and watched as they other members rode out of the driveway and down the street.
“Ye alright lass?” Chibs asked you.
You nodded swung your leg over the bike behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist.
“We’ll find him.” He said and squeezed your knee gently and brought the bike to life.

You sat with Gemma at the bar as you watched Kenny and Ellie do their homework on the table in the clubhouse.
The boys were in Church, trying to figure out where the Chinese were holding Opie and how they were gonna get him back.
The kids didn’t know he was missing, you had decided not to tell them yet. There was no point worrying them when they already had so much going on.
Gemma made small talk with you and you answered her questions, but you weren’t really there.
You had always been close with Opie. He was the only family member you had that wasn’t completely insane. You couldn’t lose him. Those kids couldn’t lose him.
You fidgeted with your fingers, praying silently that wherever he was, he would be alright.
He had to be alright.
The doors opened and you turned as the club filed out of Church.
The kids didn’t look up and you met Chibs’ eye as he crossed the room.
“You boys heading out?” Gemma asked.
Jax nodded and slid his gloves onto his hands.
You and Chibs watched each other closely and Jax gestured for them to head out.
You stood and Chibs wrapped his arms around you tightly.
His scent filled your lungs and you soaked in his touch.
He looked into your eyes once more as he pulled away.
“Be careful.” You whispered.
Chibs nodded and followed the rest of the club outside.
Gemma wrapped her arm around your shoulder and you sunk into her, as you both stood and watched the boys walk out of the clubhouse.

Chibs walked back into the clubhouse and ran his hand through his hair.
They hadn’t found Opie. They still had no leads.
And the thought of disappointing you was killing him.
The rest of the club sat around the bar and drank. Jax offered him a beer but he shook his head.
He just wanted to shower, and to sleep.
The hallway was quiet as he walked through it and he assumed you would stay in Opies room.
He longed to have you in his arms but you both knew now probably wasn’t the right time.
Neither of you could deny the chemistry between you, and the others were beginning to notice.
He knew they wouldn’t care. Of course, Opie wouldn’t be pleased but they all knew if she was going to be with anyone it was better it was Chibs and not one of the other members.
Chibs would look after her.
He sighed as he opened his door and saw the empty bed, and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t in his bed after all.
He walked to the bathroom and turned it onto hot. His clothes fell to the floor and he ran a hand through his hair.
What was it about you?
No matter what he did, he couldn’t get the thought of you out of his mind.
Your voice, as pure and sweet as if from heaven echoed through his ears and no matter how loud he had the music, you were always louder.
Your eyes burnt through him and he felt so vulnerable with you, like all his demons and the scars from his pasts were open on the table.
He sighed and stepped under the stream of water, letting it soak into his skin.

You tossed in the bed.
It smelt like Opie and you couldn’t sleep.
His scent filled your lungs and you felt sick with guilt.
Of course, you were worried about your cousin. All you wanted was to have him back, safe and sound. But that wasn’t why you felt so guilty. No, guilt filled you because you should be sick with worry for him, but all you could think about was Chibs.
You weren’t sure why he seemed to have such a hold of you, but when you were around him you just couldn’t resist him.
He was wise beyond his years, and he emitted a sort of danger and mystery.
You wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to know the story behind his scars, the story behind the pain in his eyes.
You sighed and threw back the covers and hopped out of bed.
You were wearing only your panties and you lifted one of Opes SAMCRO t-shirts off the ground and slid it over your body.
Your footsteps were light as you walked across the room. Gemma had put the kids to sleep in an empty dorm and you didn’t want them to wake up.
Quietly, you opened the door and slid into the hallway.
The sound of distant talking made you lift your head.
They must be back.
You moved silently down the hall and it was only once you’d passed Chibs door that you stopped.
You could hear the shower running inside and you gulped as the thought of him played through your mind.
Minutes passed and you leant against the wall silently, listening to the sound of the shower running.
Eventually the shower stopped but you still didn’t move.
You could hear him moving through his room and you took a deep breath before turning and opening the door slowly.
Chibs looked up, standing only in a towel, and he watched as you entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“What are you doing, lass.” He said quietly.
You moved forwards, your eyes burning into his with lust and desire.
“I couldn’t sleep.” You whispered.
Water slid down his body and you licked your lips as you studied him.
Soft footsteps carried you forwards and you stood before him.
The t-shirt hung loosely around you and you looked beautiful, your hair ruffled around you and sleepy eyes.
“(y/n),” Chibs whispered.
You held a finger to his lips, shushing him.
“Dont talk.” You whispered.
You licked your lips and lifted the t-shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor.
You stood before him, wearing only your lacy black panties.
Chibs gulped as his eyes ran over your body and his erection grew beneath his towel.
Your finger was still on his lips and you traced it along them softly.
His eyes met yours once more and you smiled softly before you stepped closer and reached up.
His hands wrapped around you desperately and his lips pressed against yours.
His towel fell to the ground and he lifted your body up and pinned it against the wall.
A moan escaped your lips as he kissed you roughly and his body pressed against you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands due into your hips, and you knew you would have bruises in the morning.
Impatient lips devoured the skin on your neck and you clawed your nails down his back as he pushed his body against you, creating friction you so desperately craved.
You moaned softly again as he pushed his hips forward and your hands lifted his head from your neck and you pressed your lips against his once more.
He kissed you back hungrily as your hands held him to you.
“Fuck me, Chibs.” You whispered against his lips.
Chibs growled and pulled you away from the wall and crossed the room.
He lay your body on the bed and kissed your lips roughly and hovered over you.
He lowed his body and you wrapped your legs around him.
You swung him over, rolling him onto his back and he gasped slightly as you knelt over him.
His hands traced over the skin of your breast and you kissed down his neck hungrily.
Your hand moved between your bodies and you found his large member.
Licking your lips you pulled back and looked him in the eyes as you lowered yourself onto him, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you.
Chibs groaned and held your hips firmly, his eyes roaming to your breasts.
You rolled your hips back and forth and you moaned at the sensation of him inside of you.
Passion filled your bones and his hands lifted your hips.
Slowly he lifted himself into you and you gasped as his full length entered you.
He repeated the movement and his thrusts blame faster as he filled you.
Your hands  rested either side of his face and your eyes were locked on his as he slid in and out of you.
You bit your lip as he poured into you and you could feel your orgasm building.
His eyes glanced to your breast that were bouncing with your body and he groaned as he felt himself nearing release.
“Chibs!” You moaned loudly.
He growled and pounded into you faster than before and you both found your release.
You rode out your high as you both moaned and your juices flowed over him.
His lips kissed yours and you held his face to yours as your bodies slowed.
You rolled off of him and stared at the ceiling and you both caught your breath.
His head turned to you and he studied your features, glistening with sweat.
“You are so beautiful.” He said quietly.
You rolled onto your side and looked at him, a smile on your face.

The next morning you sat with Gemma at the picnic table outside, a steaming cup of coffee in your hands.
The boys were getting ready to go out once more.
Juice thought he had a lead and they were heading out, all of them hopeful that they would return with Opie.
Gemma wasn’t blind. She had seen the hickies all over your neck but for once she had kept her mouth shut.
Your hair hung around your neck now, covering them from the rest of the club and you couldn’t help but smile when you thought about last night.
You turned to see Ellie and Kenny standing behind you,schoolbags slung over their shoulders.
“You ready?” You asked and they nodded.
You gulped down the rest of your coffee before placing it on the table and standing.
“C’mon.” You smiled to them.
You ruffled Kennys hair as you walked to the car and he glared at you.
You laughed loudly and from across the lot Gemma smiled as she watched you with the kids.
Chibs walked out of the clubhouse and sat next to her on the picnic table.
She smirked at him and he nudged her gently with his arm.
“Shes a good kid.” Gemma said, as they watched you talking to the kids as they got into the car.
Chibs nodded as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.
“Shes good for you, Chibby.”
Chibs looked at her and she winked, and both of them smirked as they watched you pull out of the lot.
It was a few hours later when you were cleaning the tables in the clubhouse when you heard the roar of motorcycles fill the lot.
You put down your cloth and ran to the door.
The bikes were lining up and the black van was parked to the side.
Your heart was beating in your chest and you thought you were going to faint when you heard the van door slide open.
And there he was, slightly beaten and bruised, but still the same Opie, home in one piece.
You ran across the lot and threw yourself into his arms.
He laughed loudly and lowered you onto the ground.
“Easy, (y/n).” He smiled down at you. “Hey, what the fuck is on your neck?”
Your hand instantly went to the hickies from last night and you blushed deeply.
Laughter filled the air and Opie shook his head as he looked at you.
“Seriously? I get taken and you decide to fuck my brother?”
Your eyes went wide as you stared at your cousin and more laughter erupted behind you.
You turned to see the boys all laughing, and Chibs looking sheepish.
“You knew?” You asked.
Opie laughed and ruffled your hair.
“Please tell me you used protection. The last thing we need is a little scottish version of you running around.”