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It’s a Bet

Originally posted by ceohan

JB X Mark Series

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1,558

Genre: Angst, Smut, AU

Warning: Will contain Angst and Smut in other chapters; POV changes in some chapters

 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5 Chapter 6

 A light chime rang as the door opened to the shop.  You began to take a deep breath and looked up to give a customer a big smile. “Welcome! Let me know if you need anything!” You say as delightful as you could be only in realizing that the customer were customers. A couple at that. Reminding you it had been five years since you’ve been in a relationship which in fact, next month you would be turning 23 and still single.  Another sigh left my mouth as the couple went to check out the menu of the café.

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Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.


“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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Star Crush (Soohyuk Scenario)

Genre: romance, fluff

Word count: 1417

Warning:  diabetes causing sweet?  

Summary: He has a school boy crush on his stylist.

“Sorry, sorry,” I  heard her huffing, probably trying to make her way through the room full of people with her huge make-up case, just like always.  ‘And here comes the explanation,’ I contain my smile, continuing to scroll down on my phone. “There was - What. The heck. Happened. To your hair?!” Her eyes are all over the place, trying to understand how the heck the hair she had styled just before leaving my place had gotten so messed up while riding the van.

“The wind,” I raise my eyes just for a tiny tiny second, so I can catch on her shifting expression.

“The wind, my ass,” her frown is epic, “what wind would that be? The air con? Ha! You did it again, didn’t you?! Purposely  ruining my work just because it’s fun to watch me trying to fix everything on the last minute!” She’s furious mad, her fingers already pulling on my hair and making me tear up. “I swear you can be such a punk sometimes!” She continues opening all kind of recipients and pouring them on her hands before going back to pulling my hair in all directions.

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Don't Need an Excuse

For @helisoka Sorry there’s no Sumire this time, but here’s the fluff I promised you!

“Hey… Tai.”


Aomine pauses his game and glances over his shoulder. Kagami’s lying on the couch absorbed in an article he’s reading in a magazine. He’s chewing on his bottom lip the way he does when he’s concentrating. He sounds a million miles away.

“I love you.”

This gets Kagami to shut his magazine, turn his head in Aomine’s direction, enough for Aomine to see the look of perplexity scribbled across his face.

“What did you do?”

“What d'ya mean, ‘what did you do’? I can’t tell my boyfriend I love him without lookin’ suspicious?” snaps Aomine, still with a grin on his face because just being in Kagami’s presence makes him smile.

“Well yeah – of course you can. But. What did you do? Did you fuck up on something? Oh don’t tell me you –”

“Hey, asshole. I don’t need some excuse to tell ya I love ya. I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I felt like sayin’ it. Why are you makin’ this so difficult?”

Kagami props himself up on an elbow and lets the magazine drop to floor. “Alright, alright! I get it. I was just making sure.”

Aomine discards his game controller and haphazardly crawls over to the couch, leans in so his mouth is a hair’s width from Kagami’s lips. “Makin’ sure of what, idiot?”

“Making sure you didn’t need an excuse,” Kagami says as he tips his chin up, presses his warm lips to Aomine’s mouth.

There’s leftover salt from the popcorn they shared earlier when Aomine licks against the other’s lips, he tastes the savoury butter on Kagami’s tongue. A hand curls into his hair, teeth scrape at his lip and Aomine forgets what they were talking about.

When he can barely breathe, Aomine doesn’t stop. The other tastes too good and he’s just as much of a glutton as his other half. His insides are doing a thing, flipping and flopping like they always do when he kisses Kagami, his heart racing like it’s their very first time. It’s always like the first time.

When his lungs and knees start to ache, he pulls away – just a little. No doubt the angle they’re in is putting strain on Kagami’s neck, but it wouldn’t hurt to kiss him a few more times if Aomine made them quick ones. He can feel Kagami’s grin against his lips even with the very last kiss.

Kagami goes back to reading his magazine, Aomine goes back to playing his video game. He gets a kick out of surprising Kagami like that, but they’ve been together so long that now Kagami is finding ways to get back at him. It’s great, it keeps the relationship fun and fresh and that’s what matters.

“Hey… Dai.”

“Yeah?” Aomine’s only paying half the attention, his focus is wrapped in this new move he’s just learned.

“I love you too.”

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Imagine you have a fight with Juice and sent him to sleep on the clubhouse; a few days later Chibs calls you to tell you he’s a drunk mess without you. 

Originally posted by gemaarmstrong

You threw the first thing you found next to you towards Juice, which was a book, him  being able to flinch and avoid it, but just barely. He looked at you, frowning, with an angry expression on his face.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, woman?” He asked, trying to get closer to you but you threw him a flower vase. Correction, a glass flower vase. It crashed right next to Juice, making him flinch and cover his eyes. You stood there, heavily breathing and biting your lip, your hair a mess due to this fight. “What was i supposed to do? I already said i’m sorry, she came up to me.” 

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it!” You said trying to walk away from him, while Juice grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. “Let me go! You fucking cheating dog, let me go!” You snapped at him, banging your hands on his chest and crying with rage. 

You were looking for something else to throw when you found it. In your finger. Your wedding ring. You took it out of yourself and threw it at him, blind with pain. 

“(Y/N)…”Juice gasped, picking it up. “Babe, look i’m sorry.”

Juice was unfortunate enough for you to walk in the second he was pushing a crow eater out of his lap. You lost it right there. 

“(Y/N)!” He screamed looking at you, trying to grab your hands. “(Y/N) Jesus fuck!” You screamed, pushing him away, making him stumble a bit. You pointed your finger at him.

“I want you out of my house. Now.” 

“It’s our house.” You shook your head. He lost that privilege when he had the time of his life with a sweet butt. He stated, not looking angry anymore. He looked tired and so were you, but your pride could do more. “C’mon, (Y/N), i already said i’m sorry.” 

“Get out of here. Go back to the clubhouse.” You said, fixing your hair and trying to catch your breath; You were looking insanely calm now and that scared Juice. “You need to figure out yourself and until you do, i don’t want to sleep in the same house that you.” His panic was visible now. “Goodnight, Juan Carlos” You said softly, walking over to your bedroom and closing the door with a loud bang. 

Juice leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and cursing. 

Two hours later Juice had walked out of your house. You sent yourself to sleep in a way too big bed and cried until 3:00 am, when you fell asleep. 

Three days without Juice. You felt like the bed was too big for you, so you started to let your dogs jump in. You went from your house to your work and the back to the house, you didn’t let yourself think of anything Juice related because you knew you would break and call him. 

You loved Juan Carlos, you knew you did. But an Old Lady life had caught you off guard and all these beautiful crow eaters with tight bodies and skimpy outfits and a whole life of experience? You knew you couldn’t stand a shot. It hurted you to see Juice with one of them, but more than hurting you, it scared the living shit out of you. You wanted to call, you really did. You received a phone call instead.

“Hello?” you said leaning the phone on your shoulder while reading a magazine, chewing half a donut. The accent in the other line made you smile, but it also made you worry. What if something happened to that stupid dumb head?. “Hi Chibs.”

“Hey, love. How’s it going?” You closed the magazine in your lap, already biting your nail, a nervous habit you developed. A thousand of ideas ran through your head when you received a call and Juice wasn’t by your side; Your husband was a sensitive 

“Pretty cool, thank you. What’s up?” You lied to him.  You were ready for the worst, as a SAMCRO Old Lady, you had to. You bit your lip and listened closely. 

“I think you know why im calling” Chibs said. “You should come over to the clubhouse. We have something that’s yours.” You scoffed.

“I think i’m sharing that.” You said rolling your eyes. You heard Chibs sigh on the other line as you leaned against the kitchen door. “Where is he?” 

After a few minutes you were on the way to SAMCRO’s clubhouse. You sighed, not possibly knowing what Juice wanted now. Chibs had said that he really needed to see you, that it was a life or death matter. 

“At least he’s alive” you said to yourself parking outside of TM and walking out of your car. You were greeted by Happy, working on his motorbike near the entrance. He got up the second he saw you. 

“Hi, Hap.” You greeted, kissing his cheek. He nodded at you. “Have you seen Chibs? He called this morning.” Happy nodded again and pointed at the office, where you could see Chibs talking to some Prospects, Jax by his side playing with his sons. You smiled at this. 

“I don’t think you’re here for Chibs, though.” You heard the Tacoma Killer said when you walked away. It was a bit embarrassing, to be honest, to have a whole biker club know about your family drama, but you figured out that Juice was a sensitive guy and that he needed someone to talk to. Or a lot of people to talk to. 

You were secretly hoping for Juice to come back and apologize the whole week but you knew that wasnt going to happen, deep down inside of you, you knew; Because you were pretty good at shouting out people from your life and if you someone knew that, it was your husband. 

Walking right up to Chibs you could see how you called his attention. He sent the Prospects on their way and walked over to met you. Same routine, you kissed his cheek, he kissed your hand. 

“Hey.” You greeted. “What’s going on? What did he broke this time?” A few broken ribs, his back slitted in two? You knew your husbands deal. He shook his hand. 

“His own heart apparently.” The Scotsman joked, taking a drag from his never ending cigarette. “He’s in his old room. He’s been there for days.”

“What do you mean?” You said closing your eyes for a second. 

“He’s a drunk mess, love. He came here on Saturday, stumbling and tearing up. Chucky offered him a beer and it went downhill since then. He’s more alcohol than blood.” You placed your hand on top of your chest, worried. Chibs sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Take him back…”

“Filip, I don’t think you…”

“I think he got the hint. I think he has suffered enough.” 

You missed your husband. You missed how he held you so tight at night that sometimes you couldn’t breath, you missed how he would kiss you when you’ve slept too much; You missed how he kissed your forehead whenever he got up earlier to head to the clubhouse and you were still in bed, when he thought you weren’t awake, but you secretly loved those small shows of affection, and how he kissed your forehead again when he came back in the middle of the night. 

You even missed how much of a psycho he was whenever it came down to cleaning the house; He never let you help, though. A little OCD. 

Chibs looked at you. “Love…” he said. “He’s in his dorm. I swear he’s been a mess without you, and it’s only been three days.” 

There was no point in arguing with the Scotsman. He was right, you could feel it. You sighed and nodded, heading towards Juice dorm. 

You knocked on the door, even though it was slightly open,  but no one came. That was a good sign. You would die if someone picked up the door, a girl, maybe. A croweater, maybe. You pushed the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. You scrunched up your nose at the sight, not in disgust, but in  surprise.

Everything that Juice touched, was instantly clean, but this was way too much. An obsession. 

The bed was neatly done, and the floor was so clean you could eat in it. Nothing was out of place and the sight of it was pleasing; The whole desk, everything was in it’s place, it was clean, and visually pleasing, but you shook your head, in shame, you kicking Juice out of your house had set his disorder off and whenever his disorder was out, he would have these kind of nightmares, and it was a horrible night for everyone. You sat down on the bed, not seeing Juice anywhere near.

Second passed when the bathroom door went open, an stumbling Puerto rican coming out, bottle of jack in his hand, lost puppy eyes and the same sweatpants he was wearing when he left your house. He stood still when he saw you, placing the bottle on the desk, not before chugging down a bit. You sighed and smiled at him a little, his goofy grin coming out.

“Hey” you said, cautious. 

“Hi, (Y/N)” Yep. That was his drunk voice, a little bit more high and sloppy. “Are you hurt? are you okay?” he asked, walking towards you, trying so hard not to slip or trip on his own shoes. You nodded, patting the bed next to you and watching him sit down in extreme caution. You licked your lips out of habit and watched, waiting if he had something to say. “I’m out of the house. I did what you told me, and i thinked a lot.” He was talking as if he was a two year old, which you found cute, but that wasn’t your intention. You would be lying if you said you didn’t wanted for Juice to suffer the same way you did, but messing up his brain, taking in notice his mental illness, how much he punished himself for things, that wasn’t okay. You loved him to death, and that’ wasn’t okay. 

He hung his head low, both of you staying in silence. You started to tear up a little; You knew your husband was hurting, and he tried to drown himself in alcohol to numb the pain. You grabbed him by his shoulders and guided him down, making him rest his head on your lap, the way he coped with his mental issues, whenever he had a bad day, your lap was the only placed that made him feel protected, and secure. 

Juice felt like trash, to be honest. No words could explain the way he missed you; all of you. The emptiness, the whole that it seemed he made in himself, the one that tried to fill with alcohol. 

“Can i come back to your house?” He asked, pushing his face against your legs, as you caressed his head. Your heart broke. 

“It’s our house…” You whispered, still with your hands tracing his tattoos and his now kind of long hair. He smelled like whiskey and weed, and like he hadn’t take a shower in a long time, you knew he was a wreck. “I love you…” you reminded him. He nodded as he lifted his hand, showing you your wedding ring. You smiled and grabbed it, placing it again on your finger. 

“I love you too.” 

You spent the rest of the day comforting Juice, and washing away his drunk state. Maybe, you needed lay down each other, hold each other, go back to each other, because in the end, it always happened. It was a never ending cycle, but if it never ended…how bad could it be. 

Subway Rides (Oh, You Keep Me Wondering)

Character(s) | Pairing: Santana L. & Brittany P. | Brittana

Summary: AU. Brittany takes the subway every day. She often sees a brunette with long, black hair and amazing clothes. Brittany wonders if she likes girls, but her gaydar has never been her strong suit.

Previous Chapters: 

01 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 10 11 | 12 | Interlude

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The small brunette casually wanders into the reptile shop. Wait a second... this wasn't the bey parts shop she had originally been looking for. This much was true the exact moment she took in the sight of the reptiles, and nervously turned her gaze to the male nearby. "C-C-Can you point me into the direction of this shop." She moves over to him and shows him the small slip of paper that had the store written down on it.

Ivan glances up from his magazine, chewing a piece of gum. He raises an eyebrow at the small girl in front of him then takes the piece of paper, scanning over it. “That ain’t near here. Few streets down, I think.” He stares at here for a moment and then sighs. “Want me to take you?”