#sam cro

[m0rr1g4n]

Who let me sleep on Sons of Anarchy for so long? THIS IS A GOOD ASS SHOW????? 

[imagine-samcro]

“I don’t know how you do it.”

You roll from under the car to find Gemma standing over you.

“Do what exactly?”

“Make those two,” she gestured out the garage, “go all middle school puppy love crush on you.”

Your brow arched in confusion as Gemma formed a concerning little smirk. Pulling yourself out, you stood to see what she was talking about, and sure enough, there Tig and Chibs were, “tinkering” with their bikes.

“Your guess is as good as mine Gem,” you returned her smirk, pulling out your pack of smokes, offering one to the SAMCRO queen.

She accepted, pulling her lighter from her back pocket, “Sure it is,” she smiled, offering you a light after sparking her own.

You leaned into the flame.

“Hey ya’ darlin’.”

You looked up, Chibs was walking over to the tall red tool chest, with a playful little smile on his lips. “Hey Chibs,” you winked.

Gemma gave another smirk before wandering back into the office, where she was most likely going to proceed to watch from the through the blinds. Off in the distance you could see Tig approaching,  “You got a smaller philips head in there Chibby? Mines just too big.” He called out, winking as he neared you.

“Aye, it’s in here somewhere,” Chibs continued to rummage through. “Got any plans tonight sweetheart?” He gave you a smiling glance before trying another drawer.

You smirked, opening your mouth to respond when Tig struts over.

“Actually, she’s going out for a drink with me tonight,” he slung an arm over your shoulder.

You shot a look at Tig, “I don’t think so cowboy,” taking one more drag before dubbing it out on the bottom of your boot, you reached into your tool box.

Chibs was cheesing when you glided by, reaching down into his shirt pocket as you passed.

“Dibs. I called it.”

“Ya’ can’t call dibs Tiggy.”

“Why the hell not? I call dibs on chicks all the time,” he stood beside his brother, watching you walk off, one hand on his hip.

Chibs reached into his pocket and pulled out a small philips head screwdriver, “Because that right there,” he nodded out to you, “that is one hell of a woman.”

“...I still call dibs.”

All is heard is a thump and a soft clank. Tig got the screwdriver he needed after all.

[w-h-or-e]

The crow flies straight

[lolkaw]

Sons of Anarchy ceketi isteyenler ulaşabilir.

[maurelle0]

[vampire-blondie]

[lunaris-umbra]