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[astrxealis]

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Family Matters: Part 1

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Mention of (canon) character death, swearing, angst, fluff, violence, Tara being a cunt.

Word Count: 6,254

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‘It was supposed to be me first, D’ you sighed to yourself as you stood in the graveyard on the outskirts of the funeral. ‘This wasn’t supposed to be this way.’ Your little sister, Donna wasn’t supposed to die before you. You were the ‘renegade sister’, the ex Marine that got recruited by the DEA at 21. The sister that spent four years working undercover in prisons in Florida to break up a drug trafficking ring. You were the sister that “chose drugs over your family” as your baby sister had so eloquently put it when you spoke to her after your mothers death; not knowing you missed both of your parents funerals because you couldn’t blow your cover and leave prison. The sister that ignored you the last two years you had been home, begging your only family member to forgive you.

You were supposed to go first.

“Like what you’ve done with the hair.” A familiar voice said as it walked up behind you. You ran your hair through your long bright blue hair and shrugged.

“Her favorite color.” You said, your voice heavy with tears. Jax sighed and rubbed his hands over your leather jacket across your shoulder blades.

“You can go over there, ya know.” You shook your head as you stared at the picture of your sisters face displayed near her grave.

“She got her wish… she never wanted to see me again. I…” Your words were lost as tears began falling down your cheeks. Your childhood best friend; one of the only three people who knew you had been living in Charming again, draped his arms around your shoulder and kissed the side of your temple.

“You know she didn’t mean it…”

“Yea, well unfortunately that’s the way it went.” You shrugged him off, knowing that his girlfriend’s eyes were boring into the two of you and wiped the tears off your cheeks. Jax didn’t take offense and took a half step away as you looked at the group of your childhood family.

Your brother-in-law, Opie was on one side with your niece and nephew beside him. They looked so broken, lost without the matriarch of their family. On the other, as you expected, Tara’s face was bright red with rage, jealous of her boyfriend’s first girlfriend turned best friend in high school. But another face you didn’t recognize was the one that caught and held your attention. Unlike the other members of the group, he was looking at you. You were grateful you had your sunglasses on so he didn’t notice the curious look you gave him. Tara moved slightly, pulling you from your slight daze and pulled you from your stare.

“I gotta go.” You said as you looked over at Jax.

“You coming tonight?” He asked as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. With a small shake of your head, you turned your back on the funeral and shook your head.

“My presence here has caused enough trouble.” You said as you put your sunglasses on top of your head. Jax glanced over your shoulder; knowing exactly what you meant.

“She has rounds tonight. She won’t be there.” His blue eyes met yours again and he gave you a small smile. “I get it… but you don’t have to hide anymore.” You sighed as you put your hands in the back pockets of the black skinny jeans you had on.

“Guess I’ll see you at TM.” He smiled as you turned and headed toward your bike; wanting to escape the pain of loss you never knew how to deal with properly. You threw your leg over your Harley Davidson street glide and glanced back at the funeral; catching your mystery man’s eye once more. He gave you the slightest of nods; which you reciprocated as you put your sunglasses and helmet on. Your bike roared to life as you said one more final good-bye to Donna before you sped off to ride; wanting to clear the fog from your head the only way you knew how.

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As you pulled into the over crowded parking lot of the Teller-Morrow parking lot that night, you had no idea what kind of reception you would receive. You grew up in Charming, California so most of the people in the clubhouse knew your name. Most of them knew you had spent four years in the Marines and then four years in prison on drug charges. But only two knew that you used to be a federal officer. Other than honoring your sisters (and Tara’s after she came back) demand that you stay away, that fact alone was the reason you never reached out to anyone in SAMCRO other than your childhood best friend and your brother-in-law.

You parked your bike along the front gate; hoping the shadows would conceal it from view for the most part. You sat there for a moment as you put your helmet on your handle bars, took off your jacket to reveal two full colorful sleeve tattoos and ran your fingers through your hair. You were wondering if this was really the best idea or not when a voice from the past called your name.

“You know, I was starting to think I was never gunna see you again.” Gemma Teller-Morrow said as she walked over. You smiled at the woman who was like a second mother to you and forced yourself to stand up.

“Hi mom.” You said softly as she came over and gave you a hug. She held you tight as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

“Welcome home, baby.” She took a step back and gave you a quick kiss, before brushing the tears from your cheeks. “I’m so glad your back.”

“Actually, I’ve been back for two years. Donna banished me to the outskirts of Charming…”

“Oh sweetheart, you should have never listened to that old hag.” Gemma said as she put her arm around your shoulder and guided you inside. She paused for a moment as she realized what she had just said and looked at you with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Gem. I know I have always been your favorite (Y/L/N) girl.”

“It’s true.” She said as she pulled open the club house door. Loud music, talking and the smell of stale beer and cigarettes slammed you in the face and you couldn’t help but smile as memories of your past came rushing back to you. “Hey everyone, look what the cat dragged in!” Gemma shouted, calling the attention of every single person in the room to you.

“Well… aren’t you a colorful sight for sore eyes.” Piney Winston, Opie’s father said as he pulled you in for a hug; the first of hundreds you would receive that night. “I’m sorry about Donna.” You nodded as you took a step back, forcing yourself not to cry as your name was called by someone else.

“Look at you all grown up and legal now.” Tig said as he walked over with a giant smirk on his face. “Just as pretty as the day you left.”

“And still not gunna happen, Tiggy.” You teased as he wrapped you in a hug and picked you up off the floor. He laughed as he put you down and kissed your cheek.

“A guy can wet dream. Welcome home, baby girl.” Your attention was demanded by someone else and you turned toward the shout as Opie walked over and handed you his beer.

“I’m gunna go hide out at your place.” He said softly. “I can’t…” You nodded as you wrapped your arms around your other childhood best friend’s neck. The only reason he was going to your house is because you both knew it would be the only place the club couldn’t bother him. Your house was Jax and Opie’s club free safe house when they needed a break.

“You know the code; I’ll be home in a few hours. Stay as long as you like and I won’t tell a soul. Just text me and let me know you made it.” He nodded and gave you a quick kiss before heading out the door without another word to anyone.

“I’m digging the ink, girl.” Happy said, bringing your attention back to the room. “But I’m your guy from here on out.” You laughed as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Good to know. I wanna do something soon, as is… for Donna.” He nodded solemnly as he brushed his thumb across your jaw.

“I’m sorry about your sister, baby girl. She was a good old lady.” You nodded as he kissed your forehead. You barely took a breath before you were passed off to Juice; wishing you condolences and just wanting to say high. As you gave him a hug, you caught a glimpse of the mystery man from earlier that day.

Handsome didn’t even begin to describe the older man at the far end of the bar. He had short ish brown hair with a touch of grey through it. A short beard and mustache circled his mouth and you could see two unnatural yet still adorable dimples on his cheeks from the two scars that ran up his cheeks; most likely from a Chelsea Grin. With a small, gorgeous smile, he tilted his beer toward you and you returned the gesture as Juice pulled back to chat. You went to ask Juice about him but as you turned to find him again, he had disappeared into the room.

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You were standing at the bar, trading boot camp and war stories with Kip, a kid the guys had named ‘Half-Sack’ who was prospecting the MC, when all hell broke loose.

“…So dude is trying so hard to stand at attention but this fucking lizard…” You were nearly falling off your seat you were laughing so hard when someone suddenly sucker punched you from behind.

“The fuck!” You shout as you turned around and stood up; coming face to face with a scrub clad, pissed off Tara Knowles.

“Thought I told you to stay gone.” She snarked as she eyed you up and down.

“This is my sister’s funeral, you dumb bitch!” You snapped as you held your hands out to the side. She shrugged.

“Don’t care…” You saw the wind up for the next punch coming and before you could think it through logically, you reacted to the rage coursing though your veins. Your right fist sailed into her nose as you caught her punch with your left. She stumbled back as you picked up your right foot and kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her flying onto her ass. You got another swift kick to her stomach as she writhed on the floor in a small pool of the blood pouring from her nose before you were lifted off the ground and carried backwards toward the back door.

“Oorah bitch!” You shouted as you pushed at the arms around your waist. “Alright, I got it!” You snapped.

“Nice punch ye got there, lass.” A Scottish voice you didn’t recognize said near your ear as he put you down outside. “Oorah… Marine Corps?” You turned toward the mystery man and tapped your nose in acknowledgement.

“First Battalion, eighth Marines. Eight years, Semper fi.” You pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket and sat down on the picnic tables the club had outside.

“British Army… ‘fore I was court marshaled.” He said as he sat down on the table next to you. “Chibs.” You looked over at your mystery man as he held his hand out to you.

“(Y/N).” He nodded his head as you shook his hand.

“Gorgeous name for an even more beautiful woman.” You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks and you looked at your boots as you exhaled your smoke through your nose with a laugh.

“Thanks.” You ran your fingers through your hair and glanced back up at him as the back door to the club flew open.

“The hell did you do?!” Jax demanded as he stormed out of the club. Your eye brows shot up to your hair line as an amused smile crossed your face.

“Your bitch sucker punches me and tells me I can’t be at my own sisters funeral and your asking me what I did?”

“You broke her nose and her ribs!” He shouted.

“Good! Maybe she will think twice next time she sucker punches a Marine from behind then!”

“Jackie, Tara did swing first.” Chibs said in your defense; receiving a scowled glare from your best friend.

“Stay out of it. (Y/N/N), you can’t go around beating people because…”

“You know what, Jackson, go fuck yourself. She sucker punched me and got what she deserved for it. I may not have been close to Donna recently but I have way more right than her to be here right now.”

“You weren’t ever close with her!” He shouted. His words ripped through you like a knife and you leaned back the slightest bit. Regret instantly crossed his face as he realized what he said. “Shit… (Y/N), I’m…”

“Save it.” You said as you took a drag of your cigarette before flicking it at him. “Took me 29 years but I just realized where your fucking loyalties lie, brother.” You got up as tears welled in your eyes.

“Darlin’, I didn’t mean…” He tried as he grabbed your wrist. You ripped your arm out of his grip and slapped him hard across the face.

“Do not show up at my house again. Go be with your trash.” You stormed away, ripping your keys from your pocket as Jax shouted after you. Your hands shook as you fought your tears not to spill over.

As you pulled on your jacket and your helmet, you heard a bike down the line turn over and you rushed to get your bike started to try to lose Jax. As you dropped your bike into gear, you looked up to see Chibs waiting for you on his bike and not Jax. He nodded as you revved your engine and with a nod from you, you sped off into the night with him following you home.

The 20 minute ride out to your house seemed to go by in a blur as your best friends words rolled around in your head. Despite the fact that you knew he didn’t mean it, you couldn’t even begin to fathom why he would say something so cruel in the heat of the moment. He knew better than anyone how hard you had tried to get close to Donna and her family the past two years you had been back despite the fact that your sister was the one who chose not to let you in. You knew you had tried but you now felt like you didn't try hard enough.

“You a'right, lass?” Chibs asked as you got off your bike in your garage.

“Not at all.” You looked up at him as you put your helmet on the handlebar. “Umm… I know I don’t know you but… I don’t really wanna be alone tonight. I mean, Opie is here…” You said as you gestured to the bike that was parked next to yours. “This has been his and Jax’s club free safe house since I moved back two years ago. But he’s probably passed out drunk in my spare bedroom and I just…” Chibs nodded as he walked his bike into the garage next to yours.

“I understand, dearie. I know loss is neva easy.” You nodded in agreement as tears welled in your eyes once more. With a sympathetic smile, the Scot turned off his bike and walked over to you, pulling you in for a tight comforting hug. You buried your face in his chest as your tears began to fall. The smell of tobacco, leather, a hint of Jameson and a deliciously masculine body wash flooded your senses and you had the fleeting thought that you wouldn’t mind smelling that every night before bed. After a moment, he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head and stepped back. “Let’s get ye ta bed, darlin’.” With a small nod, you wiped the tears off you cheeks and headed inside; closing the garage door behind you on your way.

“Let me just check on Ope real fast.” You said softly as you took off your jacket and dropped it on the kitchen counter. You walked toward the den you had turned into a bedroom with a bathroom for the boys and pushed the door open softly. Ope was indeed passed out in his boxers, cradling an almost empty bottle of Jack in his arms. You sighed and stepped into the room, pulled the blanket that was lying on the floor over your friend and reached for the bottle.

“Don’t.” Ope said, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Alright, sweetheart. Chibs is here.” Opie glanced back at you confused and you simply shook your head with a smile. “He’s here for me. Didn’t wanna be alone.” He nodded and curled back around his bottle.

“Good guy.” Was all he said as you kissed his temple. With a small sigh, you left the room and closed the door behind you.

“How is he?” Chibs asked as he gestured toward the door.

“Cuddling a bottle of Jack. He’ll be like that a day or two before the need for revenge kicks in.” You said as you headed across your house toward your room, lighting a cigarette along the way. “Thank you, for standing up for me.” You said as you pushed open your bedroom door.

“Aye, it was necessary. You did nothin’ wrong. ‘Bout time someone removed the stick from her arse.” You laughed as you sat down on the bed and took off your boots.

“You should have seen her in high school.” You glanced up at your visitor and smiled at how he was almost nervously standing in the door way. “You got two options here, Scotty. You can either get ready for bed or stand there all night and keep watch. Your call.” He chuckled as he stepped into the room and took off his kutte.

“Not used to bein’ someones warm body, dearie.” You giggled as you shamelessly stripped down to just your panties, completely comfortable in your own skin and grabbed an old SAMCRO shirt one of the boys had left in the spare bedroom that you had commandeered.

“Well I appreciate it all the same.” You looked up at him as you went to pull back the blankets on your bed and paused for a moment. He had only a wife beater and his boxers on and was distracting himself from staring by lighting a cigarette. You swallowed hard as your eyes danced across his muscular form that he had hidden under his baggier clothes. “Well shit… I may just make you more than just a warm body after tonight.” you teased. He glanced up at you with a full hearted laugh as you climbed into bed. His head tilted to the side as he tried to look around the blanket at the tattoos on your legs that were typically covered by jeans.

“Is that a bear on your leg?” You paused, and looked down at your right thigh with a smile.

“A koala.” You said as you pushed back the blankets and stretched your legs out to reveal the tattoos there. “They would be my favorite animal.” His eyes danced across the various designs that decorated your skin as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“How many tattoos do you have?” He asked as he gently put his hand on your knee. He pushed it away from him to get a better look at the weeping willow that wrapped around the lower portion of your right leg.

“Ummm… shit. Something like 30.” You said with a laugh as you looked at your arms. “It’s hard to count when you have sleeves like this.” He nodded as his eyes jumped from your leg to your arms and you made note of the fact that his hand hadn’t left your knee.

“Do you have a favorite?” You nodded and laughed as you took his cigarette from him, tapped the ash out in the glass ashtray on your bedside table before taking a drag and giving it back.

“When I was in the Marines, I was originally supposed to be stationed in Albania as part of Operation Silver Wake. During prep time, my CO put me on a task force to be part of Operation Guardian Retrieval in Zaire because they needed bodies. It was supposed to be an easy search and rescue but for me, it wasn’t. The CO in charge of the mission hated that he had a girl on his squad; real sexist piece of work. He made me bunk by myself in a pop up tent that was a little ways away from the rest of the group so I didn’t ‘distract his men’.” You said using air quotes.

“Jesus Christ…” Chibs grumbled as he looked around for another ashtray. You pointed toward the dresser that was near him and continued.

“Yea… So I wake up one morning and it’s quiet… too quiet. I come out of my tent to realize that he had his men abandon me in the fucking jungle.”

“He left you?” Chibs nearly shouted. You giggled and shushed him with a nod.

“Yea. Good thing too, because my whole squad got kidnapped and killed that day. I walked back to base by myself.” You sat forward on the bed with your back to him and pulled up the back of your shirt. “One of the days I was walking, I found this.” You heard him whistle at the giant waterfall jungle scene that took up the top half of your back.

“I spent an entire day there, evaluating my life choices. I left Charming and enlisted the day I turned 18 to get away from bullshit. And there I was; 19 almost 20 years old, stranded in a third world country in the middle of a war zone… dealing with bullshit. Kinda put some shit into perspective for me.” When you felt his fingers leave your back, you dropped your shirt and scooted back against your head board. “After that, I finished my first tour and got recruited by the DEA.”

“You’re a fed?” He asked; a hint of nervous anger in his tone.

“Was a fed... sort of… not really.” You emphasized as you shoved your legs under your blanket and crossed your ankles. “I’ll tell you the story but obviously it’s not one I want getting out to the rest of the MC for obvious reasons. Jax and Opie know about it because they are my best friends but it is also the reason behind why Donna stopped talking to me.” You waited for Chibs to nod before you reached over and grabbed your pack of cigarettes and ashtray from the night stand.

“After the incident in Zaire, I was brought back state side to finish out my tour at a base in Florida; I became a secretary essentially. Because of the few tattoos I had already and 'the way I look’, my Commander and a guy he was close friends with who worked for the DEA thought it would be easy for me to infiltrate drug rings in Florida prisons as a Marine with a drug problem to find the source. So I spent a year in an O-town… excuse me, Orlando prison before I was transferred to a prison outside of Jacksonville for three years. Almost got killed twice before the case closed.” You leaned back and pulled up the front of your shirt to show off the scars you had across your stomach.

“While I was in O-town I missed my dad’s funeral. Caught a shiv in the yard because I didn't want to be someone’s bitch.” You said as you traced the long scar on the left side of your stomach. You then pointed to a small cluster of six scars on the right side. “This was when I got outed as a fed a week before my case closed in Jax. Good ol’ Duval county; bitch hit my liver good and I wasn’t even a fed. I was just a damn Marine doin’ a job.” You pulled your shirt down and finally lit your cigarette.

“I was in solitary for beating the shit out of a girl who tired to rape me when my mom passed away. When I got out of the hole and called Donna, she lost it. I couldn’t tell her I was undercover for the Marines and the DEA so she believed that I was really in for drugs. She told me that she didn’t want a junkie around her kids and that she never wanted to see me again.”

“Jesus, lass…” Chibs said as he leaned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. You shrugged as you took a drag of your cigarette and scooted down in the bed next to him.

“Shit happens, man. I thought I was doing what was best at the time. Donna and I were never close growing up. Just a little too far apart in age, I guess. When my case closed, I spent a month in the hospital recovering and I tried calling her to explain every day. She didn’t answer. Ope was in jail so I called Jax to see if he could help. He got me set up here with the money the government gave me as severance pay for almost dying twice on the job. He tried to work on Donna but she never budged.” You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes as you took the last long drag of your smoke and put the butt out in the ashtray.

“I never wanted to hurt her. If I had known that taking that job was going to literally cost me my family…” Your tears spilled over and you ducked your chin to your chest. Chibs quickly grabbed the pack of smokes and the ashtray and put them on his table before pulling you in for a hug.

“She knows you love her, dearie.” He soothed as he pulled the blankets over his legs and pulled you too his chest. “I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you.” You weakly nodded as you wrapped your arm around his waist and for the first time since you got the call, you let yourself feel the loss of your sister until you cried yourself to sleep.

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A sharp, double tap knock on your door, woke you up entirely too early for your liking.

“Yap.” Chibs called out. You groaned and rolled your face into chest as his arm tightened around your shoulder.

“Jax is here to see you.” Ope called through the door to your room.

“Tell him to fuck off.” You grouched loudly, your words still slightly muffled by the fabric of Chibs’ shirt.

“He said you’d say that and he said to tell you it’s impor…” You flipped your head over, sending your wild blue hair flying and propped yourself up on your arm.

“You can tell him that if he doesn’t get the fuck out of my Goddamn house, he’s gunna find out what a fucking 9-mil tastes like!”

“Oh come on, (Y/N)!” Jax shouted from your entry way. You lurched out of Chibs’ arms and went for your gun but Chibs was quicker. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you back towards him.

“Easy, lass. Ope, I got her. Give us a second.” You scowled as the Scot rolled you onto your back and pinned you beneath his hips with a small laugh. “Are ye always so feisty in the morn’?”

“I just wanna shoot him once… just one little pop.” He shook his head as he gently released his grip on your wrists and thread his fingers in yours on the bed near your head.

“Sorry, love. I know yer angry but ye’ll regret it if ye do.” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you my dad now?” He laughed again as you smiled up at him, the sound easily replacing your anger with joy.

“‘Tis my duty as yer current warm body ta prevent ye from doin’ anythin’ rash.” His eyes searched yours for a moment as his head tilted ever so slightly to the side with a smile. “Though… I wouldn’t mind being more than jus’ a warm body ta such an interestin’ ’n’ bonnie burd like ye.” Your brow furrowed and a giggle bubbled up your throat.

“Hold on… did you just call me a bird?” His smile dropped to a forced scowl.

“Ye yank… b-u-r-d. T’means girl!” He said exasperatedly as you continued to laugh.

“You called me a bird!” Your laughter came out even harder as he tickled your sides and it only took you a second to concede. “Ok! Ok, you win!” He smiled down at you as you rested your hands on his chest with a smile. “If you want to call me a bird, you are more than welcome to.”

“Cheeky… Call ye Bluejay with that hair’a yers.” You smiled as you reached up and ran your finger down his nose, bopping the tip when you reached it.

“Call me whatever you want, darlin.” He smiled and leaned down and brushed his nose against yours.

“How ‘bout ‘mine’?” You smiled and nodded. You tilted your head so your lips brushed against his.

“I’d be OK with that, too.” He pressed his lips against your with a gentleness you had never felt before and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your body that was quickly interrupted by a knock.

“Will you please…” Jax asked.

“Fuck off!” “‘old on!” You and Chibs shouted simultaneously.

“Ok, maybe I’ll let ye shoot ‘im.” Chibs said as he gave you a chaste kiss and sat back. “Help ye bury the body, yeah?” You smiled as he rolled off you.

“Totally OK with that. I’ll be right back.” You grabbed your pack of cigarettes off his table as you rolled off the bed and lit one as you headed out into the living room.

“Is that my shirt?” Jax asked from where he was leaning against your front door waiting for you. You looked up at him with a scowl as he looked back at your bedroom. “Did you fuck him in my shirt?”

“God, shut up!” You snapped as you walked past him into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Opie was no where to be found but the back bedroom door was closed again. “I will shoot you, Jackson, make no mistake.”

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said. I was pissed and…” You turned to look at him and pointed at him with your cigarette.

“I want you to think long and hard about something, Teller because this is bigger than what you said about Donna. You told me yesterday that it was OK to finally come out of hiding knowing full well that part the reason I was hiding was because Tara was back. You know she doesn’t like the fact that we took each others virginity at 13. She hates that I’ve been best friends with you my entire life.

She came up to me at my sisters funeral, punched me in the face and you made me feel like the fucking bad guy because I defended myself. THEN you brought Donna into it. You know I gave up everything I had here; my family, my friends, my life just because I was tired of the drama Tara and my own sister created in my life because they wanted to be with you guys and didn’t like that you were friends with me. I missed funerals and the births of my niece and nephew. I lost everything and almost died multiple times all to help you make your lives a little better. You were like my brothers and I saw the choice you two had to make so I made it easier for you and that’s the thanks I get? Way to pick your side.” You shook your head slowly as you put out your forgotten cigarette and grabbed two coffee mugs out of the cabinet.

“Do me a favor, Jax and take whatever bull shit apology you have for me and shove it up your ass. After everything I have done through the years for you and Ope to avoid being the problem in your relationships, I deserve way more than what you gave me last night.” Without even looking back at him, you grabbed the cups of coffee and left the kitchen, almost running directly into Chibs. With a sigh and tears in your eyes, you handed him his mug. “Didn’t realize you were listening. If you don’t wanna stick around…”

“Stop.” He interrupted with a shake of his head. “I prefer sugar. I’ll see ‘im out?” You gave him a weak smile and nodded as he gently kissed your cheek.

“You left because of Donna?” You turn toward the sound of your friends voice and looked at Opie, who was standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom with blood shot eyes.

“See my two best friends happy and in love or be a constant source of conflict in their lives. That choice was easy to make, honey.” You looked away and headed to your room, closing the door gently behind you with your foot as a new wave of tears found their way to the surface again.

You could hear Chibs shouting at Jax in your kitchen and you sighed as you set your coffee down on your dresser. You walked over to your record player, flipped it on and quickly thumbed through the wood box of records looking for the one you wanted; the White Album by The Beatles. You didn’t even need to count spaces to find your favorite song, ’While My Guitar Gently Weeps’. You dropped the needle in place with a sigh as your speakers crackled to life. As the song softly filled your bedroom, you grabbed a joint from the little box you had on your dresser.

You let the music wash over as you lit the joint and sat down on your bed. You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your arm across the top so you could look at the band of music notes you had wrapped around your forearm. You forced yourself not to cry as you took another long toke, letting the smoke fill your lungs and dull your senses for a little while.

‘With every mistake we must surely be learning.’ You huffed a laugh as you ran your finger tips over the notes inked on your skin as the played. It was fitting that that was your favorite line. You heard your front door slam closed moments before Chibs came back in your room.

“You forgot your coffee.” You told him as you held out the joint to him. He paused for a moment and you watched him shake himself out of the anger he felt.

“Why does it not surprise me that ye listen to The Beatles… on vinyl, no less.” You smiled and shrugged as he walked over and took the joint.

“I like things from Europe.” He chuckled as you scooted over in bed so he could sit down next to you. “Did you enjoy your shouting match?”

“Aye. Boyo needs ta learn some damn respec’.” You nodded in agreement as he passed you back the joint. “So, what are ye gun’ do t’day?” You shrugged as you took another drag of the joint.

“You’re looking at it. Get stoned, listen to music, watch movies. You gotta keep in mind, I don’t have to work, the military pays my bills and I’ve been banished to this little section of the outskirts of Charming for the past two years. I don’t do much.” He nodded as you handed him the last bit and you reached over him to grab your cigarettes and the ashtray.

“Well, I’ve some club business to ‘andle but once I’m through, what ye say ye and me go for a ride and get ye some fresh air. Get ye out this ‘ouse?” You smiled and nodded at him.

“I’d like that a lot actually.” He stood up and gave you a quick kiss before taking the last drag of the joint and putting it out. “Go out through the kitchen to get your bike. To close the garage, there is a panel on the wall by the house and the code is 1775… Year the Marine Corp was started.” He chuckled as he pulled on his boots and grabbed his kutte.

“Ye’re too cute, ye know that?” You shrugged as he leaned across the bed and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see ye later, my little bluejay.” You hummed contently as he headed out the door with a wink.

Part 2

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

#Chibs x Reader #Family Matters #Family Matters Series