Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Miss the beginning? Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Patrick, Jodi Mills, Mary Winchester, James Novak, Sam Winchester Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,764 Warnings: Attempted murder,
blood and injury, conspiracy, language, casual use of illegal drugs, angst, fluff, medical jargon. Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.GIF credit [x][x] Other GIF from Google.
Crowley knew from the moment Jo left his office that he was going to frame her for the murder of John Winchester. He just had to make sure to execute his plan perfectly. Since Jo had gotten her perky ass kicked out of COLT, Crowley didn’t want to act too soon. He wanted the Winchesters -and guest- to start to feel safe, as if all of their problems had disappeared with the death of Gadreel.
Only one other person knew the entirety of Crowley’s plan; Patrick. He was tall, dark, deathly handsome, and had a thick accent that made all the ladies -and a few of the men- swoon. Patrick flirted shamelessly with the petite blonde, told her about his rough childhood in Cyprus and the UK, even played the sympathy card by telling her how his parents died when he was a teenager. Jo was eating out of his hand and Crowley knew Patrick wouldn’t let him down.
Several days later, Crowley decided it was time. Patrick and Jo were going at it like rabbits and everyone except John had just pulled away on their bikes. He sat back for several long moments, making sure the sounds of the loud bikes had drifted away before Crowley pushed off the stolen bike that was sitting just out of view. Dark leather gloves were pulled on as he strode up the driveway, disappearing silently into the house just as a car drove past.
With a cup in his hand and his nose buried in the newspaper, John walked into the kitchen; only stopping because Crowley cleared his throat.
“Hello, John,” Crowley rasped, pulling a loosely-wrapped bundle from his pocket.
or when Harry was more nervous than you for your first tattoo…
“Are you nervous?” Harry asks you for the thousandth time.
“I was the first time you asked me,” you roll your eyes at him. “Now I’m just annoyed with you.”
Harry bops your nose. “You’re just saying that, you’re never actually annoyed with me,” he brings his face to yours and nuzzles his nose against yours.
“Damn you,” you bring your lips to his for a quick peck. “I am a little nervous actually,” you whisper against his lips.
“I know,” Harry caresses each side of your face, holding your chin up to look him in the eye. “It’ll be over in no time, I’ll hold your hand the whole time.”
“Promise?” you hold out your pinky finger.
“Promise,” he winks, grabbing your pinky in his own and kissing your hand.
“Hey, (YN), right?” the tattoo artist walks up to you, she’s wearing all black with worn down vans slip-ons and white blonde hair piled on top of her head.
“Yeah,” you nod, standing to shake her hand.
“I’m Alo,” she gestures to follow her, you glance at Harry nervously and he nods you along, grabbing your hand and trailing behind you. “So I’ve got your design all drawn, stencilled up and ready to go, want to see it?”
You and Harry share a quick look of excitement as you nod and stand next to Alo to look at the stencil. “Wow,” you whistle, your nerves lessening and your excitement growing. “I absolutely love it,” you feel Harry come up behind you, his head leaning against yours as he takes in the artwork.
“Brilliant, it was quite fun to draw up,” she grabs the stencil from the desk and gestures for you to sit down on the dentist-like chair. “Place your arm here and we’ll get you all stencilled.”
You place your hand on a plastic covered arm of the chair and hold your breath as she carefully positions the stencil. “Now go look at that in the mirror and let me know if the placement is right, we can always change it.”
Harry silently follows you to the full length mirror behind the chair. You look at the koi fish design as it swirls up your wrist, its full lips nearly kissing the space between your thumb and second finger. You flex your hand, swinging it around to look at all angles. It’s perfect. You suddenly become very aware of Harry’s silence behind you.
“Harry?” you turn and look up at him in concern. “You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s perfect, I’m jealous I didn’t get it first,” you smile as Harry mirrors your look of awe at the koi fish slinking around your hand.
“Let’s do this!” you nearly jump back into the seat, excitedly placing your hand on the arm rest, surprising both Harry and Alo.
“Alright, I’ll get everything ready on my end,” she smiles at you and puts a new pair of latex gloves on.
Harry pulls up a rolling stool next to your seat and grabs your other hand, rubbing his thumb in circles on your palm. “You ready, (YN)?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you nod, biting on your lip.
You here the initial buzz of the tattoo machine, Harry’s hand tightens around yours.
“Are you trying to squeeze my hand off?” you roll your eyes at Harry, and flex your fingers a bit, forcing him to relax his iron grip.
“Just let me support you,” he pouts.
“Are you sure you’re the one doing the supporting?” you laugh, then wince as the needle pierces your skin.
“How does that feel?” Alo asks, stopping after a second to gauge your reaction.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” you smile at her, looking down at the tiny dot on your wrist. You can’t believe it, your first tattoo.
“Told ya,” Harry’s fingers caress your other forearm, tensing as she brings the tattoo machine back down to your skin and continues following the line of the stencil.
“You did not!” you shriek. Harry had spent the past week showing you videos of people getting tattoos and crying or screaming in pain. You had nearly cancelled your appointment in worry.
“I thought if I made it seem really bad you would be relieved when it wasn’t and it would make it easier,” he mumbles into your hand, as he uses your fingers to shield his mouth. You roll your eyes but let him continue to caress your fingers, welcoming the distraction from the harsh needle on your other arm.
You turn to chat with Alo as the tattoo needle buzzes and scratches across your skin. Harry quietly sits and plays with your fingers, pulling on each finger one by one. Every time the needle hits a sensitive part and you wince his grip on your fingers tightens.
“All done,” you finally glance down, you had avoided looking at the needle as she worked on it, your fear of needles kept your eyes away from the source of buzzing and discomfort. “I’m going to clean it and then you can take a look in the mirror before I wrap it up.”
“Wow, Harry look at this,” you stand in front of the mirror, staring down at the little fish on your hand.
“It looks amazing,” he stares in awe. “Let me get a picture to send to your mum and everyone,” he slips his phone from the back pocket of his skinny jeans as you fidget in excitement.
“That’s enough, Harry!” you whine, after the 12th picture. “You don’t need 100 pictures of it.”
“No but I want them,” he grins at you, his dimples appearing.
You get the tattoo wrapped up and taped down and listen attentively as Alo goes over aftercare. Harry tries to distract you by playing with you hair and you have to swat his hands away.
A couple hours later and you’re home and sitting on the sofa next to Harry as he aimlessly flips through channels before settling on the channel he started on. You’re not paying attention to him, much to his annoyance, as all you can do is stare down at your fresh tattoo.
“I think I’m addicted to tattoos now,” you state.
Harry pulls you into his lap with a huge grin on his face. “I don’t think I could love you anymore,” he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder.
(Note: this imagine introduces a character I’m writing a long chaptered fic about, so keep your eyes open for that soon!! i.e. Alo, the badass tattooer)
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