#my paper ruins itself the second I add my black pencil

[myokk]

does eloise generally enjoy gossip?

because if so i imagine lily would very much enjoy talking with her about it. idk i’ve been rotating this idea in my brain for a while lmfao

Hi Char!!! Sorry this response is so late :’) I’m SLOWLY working my way through these messages & since I like adding some drawings to my responses but I don’t have a lot of time🫠

Eloise doesn’t really like gossip☹️

She likes harmless gossip about who has crushes on who, who cheated on a test, Peeves’s latest victim etc etc but as soon as the gossip gets nasty she is out of there🏃‍♀️‍➡️

In my mind, it’s because she was the victim of A LOT of bullying and malicious gossip when she was at the muggle finishing school (all of the other girls had grown up with each other and she was REALLY strange - she didn’t know who Queen Victoria was when she joined them😳 she had never heard of the books they were reading, didn’t know any dances or how to play the pianoforte etc etc)

Now that she’s at Hogwarts, though, it’s a similar feeling of alienation because she STILL doesn’t know what anyone’s talking about bc of how long she spent with the muggles🥲

She’s determined to learn everything though😤, and she’s trying her hardest to fit in with all of the pureblood students from prominent families bc it’s what her parents want. However, she feels super uncomfortable hearing how comfortable these girls are being nasty…I wonder how long she will last pretending to like these girls when all she REALLY wants to do is hang out with Anne and Imelda😇 (even if those two DO have fun messing with her, it’s always good-natured and they love her a lot)

Also a bonus sketch of Eloise and Lily!!!!😙😙😙😙💓💓💓💓💓 I sketched it up a long time ago and I finally found some time to finish it up and get to this ask!!!!!!!

[theartofdreaming1]

The Taste of Something Stolen, Part 1: Beginning

Pairing: Batcat

Rating: T

Summary: Some people steal kisses. Selina Kyle is a thief by profession, she doesn’t have time for this touchy-feely stuff - if anything, she kisses in order to steal. However, whenever Bruce Wayne gets involved, her current theft usually ends up being a little bit of both.

A short series of loosely connected one-shots :)

It was Friday noon and seventeen-year-old Selina Kyle was observing the coming and goings of the Diamond District, Gotham’s financial district, her green eyes scanning the crowd for a target. So what if she was swiping some business shark’s wallets? They had their more than lucrative jobs to go to every day of their mundane lives - Selina, on the other hand, was going to be put out on the streets as soon as she was turning eighteen (not that the orphanage was a place she was gonna miss, but career opportunities were few and far between for an orphaned troublemaker from the East End - she was just making sure she had a financial cushion to fall back on when ‘Day X’ arrived.)

She had worked out a true and tested procedural method: with her backpack half open, she’d “accidentally” bump into her target (normally some boring middle-aged white man, as most of these suits were), the contents of her backpack would be sent flying across the ground, causing enough of a distraction for Selina to pick the (by now full on swearing) man’s pocket - by the time her target had finished cursing her out, Selina had safely stowed away Angry White Man’s money in her own pocket.

It wasn’t exactly the most fun method, but the satisfaction of a job well done as well as the fruits of her labor made it worth it.

This had been going on quite successfully for a couple of weeks now; so successful in fact, that Selina was getting a little bored if she was being honest with herself. Which is why Selina had decided to switch it up a little today.

Her newest mark was just now exiting Wayne Enterprises, wearing a simple, but very expensive-looking black coat and a brooding expression on his face. He appeared to be around Selina’s age and was already parading around the biggest companies in Gotham (the Rolex on his arm made it more than clear that he was not just some low-paid intern at WE) - the stark contrast between her own situation and Mr. Silver Spoon just affirmed Selina in her choice of a target: In a way, she was just leveling the playing field, if you really thought about it… She was simply… redistributing all that wealth a little among their age group...

As an added bonus, he was actually pretty handsome, something that would make the execution of her exit strategy, should she have to fall back on it, a little more bearable...

After making sure that everything was ready for her little maneuver, Selina shouldered her backpack determinedly and headed for the rich kid; apparently deep in thought, he didn’t seem aware of Selina gravitating closer and closer to him until - WHACK - they collided. Slightly stumbling backwards due to the force of their impact, Selina felt a strong, protective hand gripping her elbow - rich boy was actually making sure she wouldn’t fall (a nice, if superfluous gesture, Selina registered.) The stacks of loose papers and pens Selina had stuffed into her backpack practically exploded all over the ground. Rich boy took a closer look at her although not to see who he was going to yell at, as Selina expected him to, but to determine if she was okay. She must have looked alright to him, as he quickly withdrew his hand from her elbow, shot her a apologetic look and then went on to kneel down to gather her belongings...

Selina quickly dropped to her knees as well, grabbing for the useless notes and pencils scattered everywhere, making sure to keep up appearances.

Rich boy handed her a stack of papers, an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going - did you just steal my wallet right now?”

The befuddled look on his face would have been amusing to Selina if this didn’t mean that she had been caught red-handed.

Before she could make a run for it, rich boy’s hand wrapped itself around her wrist - his grip this time a lot firmer than before.

“Give it back,” rich boy said - no, ordered; it wasn’t that Selina was surprised to find out that rich boy knew how to boss people around, but the authoritative tone in his voice, coupled with that steely look in his gray-blue eyes… it was a little unsettling.

But not enough to have Selina lose her composure; with a nonchalant shrug, she handed over rich boy’s wallet - it was then that she noticed the letters B and W that were engraved in the fine leather and something heavy settled in her chest.

And yet, that still didn’t keep her from getting her claws out instead of keeping her mouth shut:

“It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Rich boy countered her provocative glare with an intensity she hadn’t been prepared for - it started off as a stern warning, but then turned into something more calculating, scrutinizing; she could feel his blue eyes scan every inch of her, taking note of her threadbare jacket and scuffed shoes.

As suddenly as it had come about, their staring contest ended.

“You’re right,” rich boy agreed calmly, opening his wallet to take out the bills inside - from what Selina could see, she would have assumed them to amount to about $500.

“I’d rather keep my wallet though - it’s a birthday gift,” rich boy told Selina sedately before holding the cash out, for her to take.

Selina just gave him a bewildered look. He was certainly the weirdest person she’d ever met. And his offer may be tempting, but she still had her pride:

“I don’t accept handouts,” she said simply, crossing her arms demonstratively.

Now it was rich boy’s turn to be perplexed.

“You would have just snagged it if I hadn’t noticed in time - but when I give it to you freely, you won’t take it?”

“I’m not just some charity case you can throw your money at, just so that you can feel like the great benefactor,” Selina replied disdainfully, “I’m not interested in money I haven’t earned.”

Rich boy seemed to consider her response earnestly. After a short moment of contemplation, he finally put his money back into his wallet and slipped it back into his coat pocket.

“Fair enough.”

Selina arched an eyebrow. She really couldn’t figure this guy out.

He gave her a shrug, “Well, don’t let me keep you from work.”

His sorry attempt at humor couldn’t conceal the disapproval embedded in his words.

Selina knew that there was no reason at all why she should care about some entitled rich kid’s opinion of her, but something about this guy just rubbed her the wrong way:

“Listen, Mr. High-And-Mighty: what I do is not so different from what all of these -” she gestured at the financial sharks roaming the plaza - “are doing here; at least I steal from the ones that can afford it.”

Rich boy put up his hands in a defensive gesture.

“I didn’t mean to be condescending and I’m not denying that you have a point about unethical business practices being a profound issue, especially in this city…”

He paused for a moment, then, an amused expression made its way unto his face:

“I guess I just don’t know what you say to a pickpocket when they decide to get back to “work”; - Break a leg?”

Selina raised an eyebrow again.

“Does this look like a theater performance to you?”

Rich boy only shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips, before giving it another try: “Good luck?”

Now Selina was truly offended.

“I don’t need luck; I’m very good at what I do.”

He stared at her, quirking an eyebrow.

“You just got caught in the act,“ he pointed out incredulously.

Selina shrugged it off: “An outlier; doesn’t count.”

This time, a full-on smile played on his lips, “Oh, that’s how it is?”

Selina couldn’t help the pouty tone seep into her voice as she defended herself:

“People don’t just offer to help someone that ran into them! Your stupid niceness ruined my plan.”

“What was I supposed to be doing?” rich boy asked, his tone of voice indicating that he was both amused and curious.

Selina couldn’t believe that anyone could be that clueless, but she still decided to spell it out for him: “Yell at me that I should look where I’m going - add in a couple of insults and you are golden.”

“Even if I was the one who didn’t pay attention?”

Selina rolled her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Huh. I’ll keep that in mind for future reference, so as not to ruin your plan the next time around.”

Selina cocked her head to the side, the ghost of a grin on her face, “You really think I’m bold enough to attempt stealing from you again?”

Rich boy shrugged slightly, “You strike me as a very dauntless person,” he said quite matter-of-factly.

Selina smirked, taking a deliberate step forward, invading his personal space, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Rich boy appeared to be taken aback by her action, but he didn’t move away.

“It’s just an observation,” he said with a shrug, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit; but Selina knew that she was getting under his skin.

She tapped her chin in pretend thoughtfulness, her eyes glinting playfully.

“Hmh, there is an error in your reasoning, though.”

Rich boy knitted his brows, “What erro-”

But before he could finish his question, Selina cut him off by drawing him in for a kiss. She must have startled him for good, because it took rich boy a few seconds until hes started to respond to her lips.

Before he got too comfortable, Selina broke off the kiss, a wicked grin now adorning her face.

“You assumed I’d use the same trick twice.”

“Wha-”

His eyes flew to his coat pocket his hand fumbling for the fanciful engraved wallet. When rich boy finally managed to pry it out, a puzzled look appeared on his face.

“I still have my -”

When he looked up, Selina had already disappeared into the crowd.

“...wallet.”

His eyes scanned the plaza, searching for that mysterious, brazen girl who had just tried stealing from, and had ended up kissing him right here in public - but he couldn’t find her anywhere. With a curious feeling, he opened his wallet - to find that all the bills had been taken out.

Bruce couldn’t help the amused smile growing on his face, as he pocketed the wallet Alfred had given him for his eighteenth birthday.

“Hmh. Bold indeed.”

To be continued... here.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 4

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff. Lots of fluff.....

Word Count: 3,592

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist    Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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“Lowell, kick me that pan over there.” You called from under the old Chevy you were laying under. You heard the metal tin scrape across the ground followed by a voice you weren’t expecting.

“Didn’t I teach you to keep everything within reach when your under a car?” Dean asked. You smiled as you began to drain the coolant from the engine.

“Yea, well guess you gotta tell me again. Maybe it will stick this time.” You slid out from under the truck and Dean reached out his hand to help you up. He glanced at the truck you were working on, sighed and looked back at you.

“I get why you’re staying here.” He said as you wiped your hands off on a bandana you had hanging from your pocket. “I don’t like it and I don’t agree with the little things but I am proud of you for this, Button.” He gestured to the truck and gave you a weak smile.

“I need this, Dean. I’m not cut from the same cloth you and Sam were when it comes to that shit. It was never my fight.”

“I know, Button. Still don’t like it but I know.” You smiled and bumped him with your shoulder as you looked out of the garage for Sam.

“You’re gunna take care of him, right?” You asked as you looked back at your brother and he nodded.

“Best as I can. It’s not going to be easy but I know dad is sending us to Colorado for a reason.”

“Just let me know when you find him, OK?” you requested. Dean looked at you sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m just going to leave you in the dark.” You shook your head as he pulled you in for a hug. After a moment, you pulled back and looked at him.

“Look, if you find this thing and you really need help, let me know. I’ll talk Jax into tagging along to teach more about our family business.”

“Ha! I’d pay to see that happen.” Dean teased as Sam headed into the garage.

“Pay to see what?” he asked

“You dressed in drag.” Dean quipped.

“Dad belly dancing.” you said at the same time. The three of you laughed as Sam gave you a quick hug.

“Take care of yourself, (Y/N).” Sam said as he stepped back. “And thanks for putting us up last night.”

“And putting up with our shit.” Dean said and you swiped your hand at them.

“Hey, that’s what little sisters are for. You two take care of each other and find dad. Now, I gotta get back to work because this engine isn’t gunna remove itself.” You said bye to your brothers and paused just long enough to watch them walk across the lot. With a heavy sigh you grabbed your socket wrench, laid back down on your creeper and got back to work.

——

“Hey darlin’, you almost done?” Jax called out as he strolled into the shop. You jumped at the sudden noise and managed to knock the transmission lift and it shifted the entire thing an inch away from where you needed it.

“Goddamn it, Jackson!” You shouted from under the truck as you tried to shove the lift back in place. “Push this back toward me an inch or so.” You waited only half a second before the transmission shifted back into place. “Why do you always do that?” You called out as you started to tighten the torque converter bolts. You saw a flash of blond appear beside you and you glanced over to your boyfriend.

“It’s fun to watch you get all feisty.” You rolled your eyes and looked back up at the truck with a small shake of your head.

“You’re an ass.” You grumbled.

“Yes, but I’m your ass. You need a hand baby girl?” You nodded as you tightened the mounting bolts and Jax jumped up to help. With the two of you working together like a well oiled machine, the job that would have taken you over an hour to finish alone, took you only 25 minutes and before you knew it, you had the truck idling right outside of the garage just as the sun was setting.

“I don’t think I have ever redone a car so fast in my life.” You bragged as you smoked a cigarette and checked under the car for any leaks. Jax laughed as he leaned against the shop wall.

“I don’t think anyone at the shop has. Shit, I don’t even think I could get a turnover done that fast.” You shrugged as you went around and turned off the truck and shrugged.

“No one will ever be…”

“You get that truck done already?” Clay called out as he walked out of the office. You looked over at him and nodded.

“Yes sir. I’m gunna wait until tomorrow to take it around the block and check it.” He paused, pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I’ll have Lowell do it. I got something else in mind for you.” Without another word, he walked off toward the clubhouse. You turned around and looked at Jax.

“Should I be worried?” You asked and he slowly shook his head.

“Nooo… but I will try to find out what it is. Come on, though- can’t be late to your own crow party.” You smiled as he took your hand and headed toward the clubhouse.

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You were washing the shampoo out of your hair when you heard Gemma call your name from your room.

“In here!” You called out as you grabbed your conditioner. The bathroom door swung open and the sound of her heels clacked across the tile.

“I brought you two different color tube tops.” She said as you poked your head out of the shower curtain. She gave you a quick kiss before sitting down on the toilet. “Now, I know you wear a lot of black so I brought a black one but I have a peach one that I know will make your eyes just pop.” You smiled as you grabbed your body wash and poured some on your hand.

“Mom, if I wear the peach one it’s going to get blood and tattoo ink on it and it will be ruined.” She hummed and tapped her foot.

“Fair point. So wear the black one. The ink won’t show on that one. Are you wearing jeans again or could I convince…”

“Mom, will you let my old lady shower in peace?” Jax interrupted and you smiled as you washed out your conditioner.

“Oh alright. I’m just so happy for you two.” You heard her heels cross the tile floor again and you looked out of the shower at your boyfriend.

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled as he walked over to you.

“Like the sound of that?” He cooed and you nodded as he gave you a kiss. You gently grabbed his chin and smirked at him.

“You know this makes you my old man, right.” He rolled his eyes as you giggled and gave him a chaste kiss before ducking back behind the curtain to finish rinsing off. You got out of the shower and quickly wrapped your towel around you as you headed over to your dresser.

“You ready to get branded?” Jax teased as he pulled on a clean shirt. You smiled and looked over at him.

“Is it going on my forehead?” You joked and he laughed and nodded.

“I’m doing it too.” You shook your head as you pulled on your jeans and Gemma’s shirt.

“I will let you give me a tattoo as long as I can give you one too.”

“Absolutely not! I’d end up with like a flower on my chest or some shit.” You glared at him as you brushed your hair.

“It wouldn’t be a flower, baby. It would be a mother fucking unicorn shittin’ a rainbow on your arm.” You threw your long wet hair up into a messy bun as Jax put on his kutte over a blue flannel shirt.

“Then I’d give you a giant middle finger on your back.” You pointed on him as you slipped on some flip flops.

“This is why you will never tattoo me.” He shrugged as he walked over and opened the door.

“Maybe I’ll just do it in your sleep.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it as you headed toward the club.

“You even think about it Jax and I will kill you.” As you walked into the room, you were a little surprised by the amount of people that had showed up and even more surprised when they started cheering. Jax stopped and pulled you into his chest with a giant grin. For show, he spun you to the side and dipped you as he gave you a kiss and you smiled against his lips. He stood you up right and brushed his thumb across your cheek as he searched your eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He said softly.

“I love you, too, Jax. Always will.” He gave you a chaste kiss before he reached down and took your hand.

“Come on. Let’s let the professional ink you up.” As you headed over toward the spot Happy had set his stuff up, your stomach suddenly clenched with nervousness. You could almost hear your brothers and your dad’s voices in your head yelling at you and telling you how stupid you were being. Almost as if he could read your mind, Jax stopped short and looked back at you. He pulled you to him and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “Listen, if you don’t want to…” You shook your head and smiled.

“First tattoo, babe. Little nerve wracking one way or another. I want this.” He held you in place for a few seconds before he nodded and smiled.

“It’s easy. I’ll be right there the whole time. Besides, I already have a question for you to distract you when he starts.” You cocked your eyebrow as he gave you a chaste kiss and before you could ask what the question was, you found yourself at Happy’s side. He gave you a quick hug before he showed you the crow design. It was identical to the one Gemma had.

“Umm… can I actually make one tiny request?” Both men looked up at you as you blushed as you pointed at the sketch. “Would it be possible to have Jax write out the word ‘forever’ and add his name at the bottom?” You looked up at him and gave a small shrug. “Makes it a personal for us.”

“I have no issue with that whatsoever.” Happy said as he grabbed a new sheet of sketch paper and a pencil from his bag.

“You’re too cute, do you know that babe?” Jax asked. You smiled as he kissed your forehead and he sat you down on the chair.

“Make sure you spell it right.” You teased as he took the pencil from Happy.

“Got it. F-U-C-K-Y-O-U.” He said as he wrote. You rolled your eyes and he laughed as he wrote his name. You showed Happy exactly where you wanted the tattoo while Jax went over and got himself a beer from the bar.

“So what is this question you have for me?” You asked as he grabbed a chair and pulled it to your side. He took your hand in his as Happy laid down the stencil against your skin.

“Well, I’ve heard Dean call you ‘Button’ like a dozen times. So, what’s the story behind the nickname?” You huffed a laugh as Jax glanced at the tattoo stencil and with a small nod, you heard the tattoo machine buzz to life. With a smile of encouragement, he squeezed your hand and you forced yourself to focus only on the blue eyes in front of you and your story as Happy got started.

“Well… when my mom dropped me off with my dad, she left me with this ugly brown teddy bear. Other than baby essentials, my birth certificate and my social security card, it was the only thing she gave him. That bear became my security blanket of sorts. When I was like 3 or 4 maybe, one of the eyes fell off when I was sleeping and when I woke up and saw my bear was ruined, I cried for hours. Dad had left us in a motel once again with Dean in charge and he didn’t know what to do. So, he ripped off one of the buttons of his shirt, borrowed some superglue from the front desk because he didn’t know how to sew, and he gave the bear a button eye. For some reason after that, the only part of the teddy bear that mattered to me was that button. Over time, the bear fell apart and I got rid of it but I kept the button; still have it sewed into the sleeve of my hunting jacket at the wrist. Dean started calling me ‘Button’ a few months after he fixed the bear and the nickname stuck.”

“That is freaking adorable.” Jax said.

“Shut up.” You said behind a yawn. He kissed your knuckles and chuckled.

“How come you don’t really talk about him?”

“About Dean? Well, Dean and I are 5 and a half years apart in age where as Sam and I are only a year and a half. We had to move a lot, so we never really had the chance to make friends. That combination made Sam my best friend almost by default. Dean and I didn’t really get that close like he and Sam did and I think it had something to do with the fact that I was a girl and the fact that I was only his half sister. See, he knew Mary; had four years with her as his mom before she died. So when I got dropped off a year after that by a different mother than his and he had to call me his sister? To a five year old, that’s kinda like a slap in the face to his mother’s memory.”

“So then what happened to your relationship with him when Sam went to Stanford?”

“It was complicated. My dad and Sam used to fight like cats and dogs because they have very similar personalities… but don't ever tell Sam I said that. Dean used to get in the middle and stop their fights and I typically stayed out of it. As we all got older, my dad started letting the boys take smaller jobs together but he started focusing more on what I was doing. He got a little over-protective and controlling when it came to me and cases he had and I spent a lot of time left behind to do research.

Of course, I wanted to be with my brothers that I knew better than I knew my own father so when I was forced to stay behind, it would start a fight. Then Sam would step in to protect me, Dean would step in to protect him… vicious circle. So when Sam took off for Stanford because he couldn’t take my dad’s shit anymore, dad spent a lot more time nit-picking what I was doing and Dean, went back and forth. Sometimes he would side with dad and make the situation worse, sometimes he would stay out of it completely and sometimes he would step in and defend me like he did Sam. Don’t get me wrong, I know Dean loves me but I always knew that it was a different kind of ‘sibling love’ then the kind he felt for Sam. I don’t blame him for it… that’s just Dean.”

“Sounds like one hell of a family circus.”

“It was; that’s why I left. Dean and my dad are nearly one in the same when it comes to work; they hear about a job, they go out, they take care of it, they move on to the next, repeat. After Sam left, dad deemed it time for Dean to start working on his own. Me being there and fighting with my dad just made Dean’s life more stressful and I didn’t want to do that to him or keep fighting with my dad and like I said, it was never my fight, anyways. So I walked away… and found you instead.” Jax smiled as he absentmindedly played with your fingers.

“Thank God for little miracles on that one.” You hummed in agreement as you rested your head against the back of the chair. It only took a minute for your mind to realize just how tired you were from less than three hours of sleep and a long day at work before you drifted off. What seemed like only seconds later, you were woken by a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think I have ever seen someone fall asleep for a chest tattoo before.” You heard Happy say.

“I’m not sleeping, I’m just resting my eyes.” You grumbled. Jax laughed as you forced your eyes open.

“Babe, you have been sleeping for two hours.”

“I have not.” You falsely claimed as Happy handed you a mirror. “I heard everything you said.”

“Oh, yea? What were we just talking about?” Jax asked as you held the mirror out in front of you. A huge smile spread across your face as you looked at your crow.

“How amazing this tattoo looks and how Happy has never seen someone fall asleep for a chest tattoo.” Jax chuckled and gave you a kiss.

“I knew I should have written ‘smart ass’ after my name.”

“Move your face; mom didn’t make glass when she made you and I’m not done lookin’.” You sassed as you gave him a quick kiss before leaning around him to see. He stepped back and took a look himself with a smile on his face.

“Looks good, darlin’. You did a good job, Hap.” You looked up at your tattoo artist and nodded.

“Thank you. I love it.”

“It’s truly an honor.” You handed him his mirror and gave him a quick hug before you got up and wrapped your arms around Jax’s neck with a smile.

“Now the whole world knows I am all yours, baby.” He hummed and leaned down to kiss you as the sound of heels approached quickly.

“Alright, enough of that. I want to see my future daughter’s crow!” Gemma demanded. Jax smiled and rolled his head to the side.

“Mom, can I have a second with my old lady?”

“No.” Gemma said as she put her fists on her hips. “You can have her back after I see.” You laughed and turned in his arms so she could see. She tilted her head to the side as she lightly ran her fingertips just under her son’s name across your chest. “That’s your handwriting?” She asked and he nodded.

“Her idea. Gives it a personal touch for us.” She nodded and winked at you.

“Way to own it, honey.” As she walked away, you looked up at Jax.

“Cigarette and a beer?” He nodded and walked you over to the bar with his arms still around your waist.

“Hey… can we get my old lady a beer?” He called out to the bartender and was met with a collective shouted cheer from the room. You laughed and grabbed a barstool as Jax lit a cigarette for you.

“They are going to do that every time you say that tonight, aren’t they?” He nodded as he handed you your cigarette.

“It’s a big deal. It’s like the equivalent of an engagement party. Celebration all around.”

“Well I don’t mind celebrating being in love with you one bit.” He smirked down at you as he handed you a beer.

“Good because I don’t either.” Over the next few hours, nearly everyone had come over to look at your tattoo and congratulate the two of you. As the party started to thin out, Clay finally made his way over to you.

“Congratulations you guys. Crow looks good on you, (Y/N).”

“Thanks Clay.” He raised his beer and motioned to the two of you.

“I wanna see both of you in the office tomorrow morning.” Like he always did, he turned around and walked away. You looked over at Jax.

“I kinda feel like we should be worried.” He shrugged and draped his arm around your waist.

“Don’t be. He wants us both in there; probably just to privately congratulate us.” You nodded as you tried to stifle a yawn. “Tired baby?” You laughed and nodded.

“I feel asleep while I was getting a tattoo; what do you think?”

“I think, it’s bed time for me and the old lady.” Jax said loudly on purpose. You shook your head at him as the whole room cheered once more. You hopped off the stool and finished your beer.

“You’re such a dork.” You teased. Without warning, Jax bent down, put his shoulder into your stomach and lifted you off the ground. You fought to hold back your squeal as the few people around you laughed.

“Yea, well you’re stuck with me.” He said as he carted you through the room. He paused just long enough so the two of you could say good night to Gemma before he carried you, giggling to your room.

Part 5