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Softie - A Chibs Short

Originally posted by ideclareflananigans

I felt like writing something for all you Chibs girls out there, it’s short, but i hope you like it!

“Can we really only have one?” Y/N asked as she pushed the door to the rescue centre open. “There will be so many that don’t have anyone to love them.”

Chibs raised and eyebrow and lowered his sunglasses over his eyes. “And where would I sleep lass? You planned enough space for me in tha lil’ scenario?” his lips quirked into a lopsided grin and Y/N could feel his intense gaze boring into her.

“Of course, I have, we’ll need a bigger house though.”

“No.”

Y/N pouted and leaned into Chibs, fluttering her eyelashes at him and playing with the hem of his leather kutte.

“Don’t give me tha look, darlin’ you know it don’t work.” He took her hand in his and pushed open the door of the pound. “Ya do need a dog, when I’m not around, shit’s getting dangerous.”

They made their way towards the reception desk where a sunny looking lady with a large smile welcomed them and pointed them towards the corridor that lead to the kennels.

“Ya need somethin’ big, something that’ll protect ya.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, looking into the faces of each pup as she moved from kennel to kennel, Chibs a little way behind her, checking his phone. All the dogs were beautiful and the looks in their eyes tugged on her heart strings, but one in particular caught her eye. Huddled at the back of his kennel half hidden in a blue blanket sat a frightened looking white puppy. He looked up at Y/N with imploring eyes, a pitiful little whine escaping his mouth, he instantly stole her heart.

She glanced over her shoulder and grinned, seeing Chibs had his back to her, speaking into the phone in hushed tones. She slid open the latch and crept into the little room, kneeling on the floor beside the frightened puppy. He sniffed at her as she held her hand out, and he shuffled closer, little pink tongue darting out to lick the tips of her outstretched hands.

“Hey there gorgeous.” Y/N cooed when he got up the nerve to leave his blanket and climb up onto her legs. The furry little animal was warm and his fear seemed to dissipate at the close contact. She picked him up in her arms, there was no way she was leaving the centre without him.

“You ready baby?” Chibs asked, turning around as he ended the phone call. He eyed the small dog for a beat and then looked at Y/N over the top of his sunglasses. “I said a big dog, something to protect ye, not the way around.”

“Oh, Fillip, please? I just can’t leave him.” She practically begged, holding the little puppy out to her old man. The pup gave a little bark, trying to impress the man in black leather that was studying him carefully. Chibs chuckled and tickled the pup under his floppy ear.

“Alright, but you have to look after her, do ye understand?” he asked, addressing the pup who barked in confirmation.

“I love you.” Y/N murmured, throwing her arm around her man, nearly squishing the dog between them. “We love you.”

Chibs took her hand and lead her down the corridor, grumbling about her turning him into a softie.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never