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julek · 4 years

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For the prompts 27 or 18 👀👀👀 pls🙏🙏🙏geraskier

#27. help me i’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

Taverns on this side of the Continent are undeserving of his talent, Jaskier decides. He’d poured his heart and soul into his songs, even composing a small, clever ditty about the shitty hamlet and its shitty monsters, and the patrons had had the audacity to heckle him, throwing their uneaten food at him. Unbelievable.

He leans against the bar, defeated, and takes a sip of watered-down ale. The tavern is crowded, people whispering about devils, and powerful hags, and oh how Jaskier wishes he could see such creatures for himself. He listened attentively to rumors and tales, scribbling the best stories on his notebook, sometimes adding a few details of his own, though he’d never had the pleasure of meeting one of these magical creatures. That didn’t stop him from wondering, though.

He takes his songbook out, flipping through the pages. He settles on his last song, and he’s in the middle of crossing some words out when he feels someone sit down on the stool beside him.

“Hey there, songbird.” A bearded man gives him a smirk, unabashedly looking him up and down, and Jaskier feels a shiver run through his spine. “Can I buy you a drink? Didn’t look like you made much coin on the stage.”

The man laughs loudly, clutching his chest, and Jaskier frowns, slightly annoyed at the man’s audacity to make jokes at his expense.

“That’s kind of you,” he says through gritted teeth, uncomfortably shifting in his seat, “but I fear I must decline.”

Jaskier gives him a forced smile and closes his songbook, hopping off his stool.

“Ah, leaving so soon?” the man says, catching him by the wrist, gripping hard. “And here I thought I’d be able to make you sing your highest notes in my room.”

Jaskier tries to remain calm, feeling the man’s gaze tracking his every move, and looks around the tavern. Every table is occupied by big groups, except for one.

“Oh! I’m so very flattered,” he says, swallowing hard, and forcefully shuffles out of the man’s grip. “But my, um… companion is waiting for me!”

The man lifts his eyebrows, clearly annoyed, and stands up next to him, their height difference making Jaskier tremble slightly. “You’re here alone.”

Jaskier laughs a touch too loud, and grips his notebook hard. There’s an empty seat in the booth next to the bar, and Jaskier walks backward until he feels his back hit the table, the man following him close.

“I’m not here alone,” Jaskier says, gesturing to the white-haired man sitting at the table, who looks at them with an unimpressed scowl. “This is my travel companion, my partner in life… Marius.”

Before the man can even respond, Jaskier’s perching himself on the stranger’s lap, throwing his arms around his strong shoulders. And the stranger must immediately read the situation, because he wraps his arms around the bard’s waist almost on instinct.

“Hi, love,” he says, gazing at the stranger adoringly. “I missed you!”

The bearded man scowls, but the stranger looks menacing enough that he leaves, not without shooting Jaskier a death-stare first.

“Gods,” Jaskier huffs, standing up as soon as the man is out of sight. “I’m terribly sorry for that, he just wouldn’t leave me alone, and I saw you here, all alone, and I thought… well, I didn’t think, really.”

Calmer now, Jaskier allows himself to look properly at the man. His hair is strikingly white —like moonshine, he thinks— and he’s fully clad in armor, a silver medallion hanging from his neck. When the man looks at him, piercing amber eyes clear in the sunlight filtering through the window, Jaskier can’t help but shudder.

“So… thank you,” he says, biting his lip. “Can I buy you a drink for your troubles?”

The man scoffs. “Leave, bard. You owe me nothing.”

“What if I just want to have a drink with the man who just saved my life?” he exaggerates, “I’d like to get your name, at least, because as talented as I am, I’m no psychic, and you don’t really look like a Marius. Not really. Roger, maybe, or Eric—”

“Geralt,” the stranger says. “It’s Geralt.”

Jaskier looks at him, a small smile on his lips. He can feel his heart beating fast in his chest, his stomach fluttering with anticipation. Something tells him that Geralt can feel it, too.

“Well, Geralt, it’s lovely to meet you,” he says, leaning forward. “I’m Jaskier.”

#thanks for the prompt! i really hope you like it <3 i had lots of fun writing it #mywriting #geraskier #geraskier ficlet #anonymous #answered

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yeojaa · 4 years

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home sweet home.

[ read devil in a new suit ]

i just really, really wanted to explore a bit about kook’s family because i think it shines a big light on who this adorable baby is. i hope you enjoy! xo

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. you’ll get cavities from reading this, honestly. but also, very light smut in the form of: inappropriate bullet egg use and tit groping (again, kook is a boob guy). wc. 1.7k.

You meet his parents on a Sunday afternoon, invited to their palatial home for family brunch. It’s the first one you’ve been invited to, despite the fact you and Jungkook have been dating for what feels like forever (but in reality is only six months).

Mama Jeon is an intimidating woman with a deceptively sweet face, aging gracefully around her eyes, the barely there lines upon her hands doing little to detract from her beauty. She holds herself with immeasurable grace, practically dances into her son’s embrace when the two of you step into the modernist’s dream, chicly decorated and swathed in neutral tones. It reminds you vaguely of Jungkook’s apartment - but decidedly more refined. Same colour palette, though.

“Jungkook-ah,” she hums, patting adoringly at his cheek when he passes a kiss against hers, looking every inch the mama’s boy he is.

“Eomma,” he returns, so giddy it makes your heart soar in your chest. He’s so easy to love - and so easily loving, offering the world to the woman who’d raised and loved him. Two hands - the picture of respect - pass over the box of pastries you’d picked up on your way, the bag of too-expensive fruit topping the container. (Apparently, his mother loves grapes, but only green ones.) “These are for you— from us.”

Now is when he gestures to you - standing just to the side, beyond his shoulder - with a flourish comparable to that of a game show host. It’s adorable how eager he is, beaming proudly at his eomma as he reaches for your hand, squeezes it tight between his own tattooed one.

When she turns to you, her expression is inscrutable.

This woman isn’t someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, offers pleasantries for the sake of it. She’s confident and critical (but soft, somehow, for the people she loves most), forged from steel and refined by experience. You’re simultaneously awed and afraid, a mixture of emotion you’re not quite used to.

She levels you with a look. A moment passes, then another. You wonder if your smile falters, eclipsed by the grey of her stare. (You feel like that one girl from that one movie about those crazy rich… what was it?)

Finally, she speaks, drags her eyes from your shoes - red Ferragamo pumps, with the signature bow detailing on the toe - up to your face. It feels more like a stringent assessment than a casual perusal, stirring heat beneath the colour of your blouse. You’re not nervous, per se, but you want her to like you. Right now, you can’t tell if she does - probably have a higher chance of winning the lottery than getting an answer. “Lovely to meet you, ____.” Her tone is warm enough, polite and paired with a tiny nod of her sophisticat head.

The patriarch of the family is the opposite of his mother, endlessly genial and full of booming laughter. It reminds you a little of Jungkook’s own giggle, but somehow more - rounded by years and years of full-belly laughing and further ingrained by the wrinkles around his eyes.

Just like his mother, Mr. Jeon is slim, good-looking in a way that comes from proper self-care and living an easy life. (Not that it’d always been this way, you remind yourself. Jungkook had told you how hard his parents had worked - all the long hours his father had put into getting where he was, able to support his wife and two children.) He encourages his son’s stories and looks fondly at his daughter - the spitting image of her mother, with the same round stare as Jungkook.

When your bowl runs empty, he makes sure it’s refilled, nodding in approval when his son is the one to make it happen. When his wife makes an off-hand comment in response to a story, he’s the one to chide her, however gently. He’s not nearly as sharp as she is, softly rounded edges like the toe of his slippers, the natural sag of his jaw with time.

(You get it now. Meeting his parents for the first time, juxtaposed so hilariously against each other, it all makes sense. Who Jungkook is, how he is equal parts soft and yielding and hesitant and distant. Why he smiles so freely - with wrinkles you see aged nearly three decades in his father’s face - but loves so tenderly, offering it with whispers of affection that you might miss, should you look away.)

His father asks you questions like he really cares, nodding thoughtfully each time he learns a little bit more about you.

“How did you two meet?” He’s bright-eyed, curious over the coffee mug he sandwiches in his grip. You imagine he’s heard the story - must have heard some form of it in passing from Jungkook - but you appreciate his interest nonetheless. He just wants to see the perspective from someone other than his lovestruck son.

You can’t help but laugh, sucking in your cheeks like you always do when you’re contemplative. Jungkook shifts at your side, drops his inked palm over your covered knee and squeezes. You’re not sure whether he’s reassuring you or himself with the gesture.

“He actually kept coming into my store.” It’s not a lie. Certainly not as scandalous as the full truth, but a truth nonetheless. That is how you’d met.

“Your store?” It’s Jisoo, curious and pretty from her seat where she’s still picking at the desserts you’d brought over. (She’s a fan of tart and tangy flavours, unlike her brother.) “Do you own a shop or something?”

You wonder how much she knows. You know she’s younger than either you or your partner, a student at Korea National University. Part of their dance program, if you’re not mistaken. You’d heard all about it a few weeks ago, when she’d sent a video to Jungkook and he’d raved about it nonstop, so proud of his little sister you couldn’t even make fun of him.

“I work at CELINE.”

That earns a noise of delight from Jisoo (together with an “oh my god, that’s so cool”) and a polite albeit disinterested nod from Mr. Jeon (if his nondescript but stylish clothes are any indication, luxury fashion isn’t his top priority).

What you don’t expect - what you just barely not from the corner of your eye - is the surprise written across Mrs. Jeon’s expression. As if she’s just learned something groundbreaking.

“You have a job?” Maybe she doesn’t mean it how it comes out, disbelieving and abrupt. You don’t let it rub you the wrong way, nodding. (You know where she’s coming from - you feel the same way about his exes as she does, it seems.) She’s hardly looking at you now, though, gaze trained on her beloved son. There’s a silent conversation happening between them - something you’re not privy to, an exchange held only with those matching eyes of theirs.

He’s upon you the moment he climbs into his car, clumsily knocking against the centre console as he drags your body closer, forces your knees apart with his hand unceremoniously shoved all the way into your silk crepe trousers.

“She likes you.” The words are muffled against your lips - already spit slick and swollen by how savagely he attacks them, tugs your bottom between his teeth and nibbles.

You know he means his mother. She’d hugged you on your way out, patted gently at your upper arm when she’d sent you both off with some leftovers in pretty ceramic containers. It’d been a surprising farewell from the woman who had otherwise kept you at arm’s length through most of brunch, offering small smiles and exchanging only the basest of pleasantries.

You have to admit - it feels a bit like taming a lion. You’re high on the feeling and it seems Jungkook is too, utterly delighted as he drags his finger through the arousal that’s all but ruined your thong, thin material shoved aside by his deft movements.

“Your sister?” You laugh - sound bitten off by the edge of your teeth when he teases at your folds, presses the tip of his fingers over your clit and circles back enough times to make you shudder.

He’s sucking into the sensitive spot beneath your ear, catching your earlobe with the wet point of his canines. “My mom,” he mumbles, burying himself into your skin as if he’d happily live there, make a home between your bones if you’d let him. (You would.) “She hugged you.” Hilariously enough, he sounds just as surprised as you.

“She did,” you hum - sigh when the pressure in your abdomen increases, mirroring the same one between your legs. He’s pulling gently at the cord peeking past your lips, tugging at the smooth pink egg snug within your pussy. It’s not on now - not like it had been all through brunch - but it still feels absurdly good, perfectly shaped just the right amount of stimulation against your fluttering walls.

Jungkook makes the softest noise, one that sounds like his heart falling into place, his soul settling where it feels most comfortable. It’s at odds with the way he gropes your chest over the smocked bodice of your blouse, seeking out the hardened bud of your nipple beneath layers of chiffon and macrame.

The tiny vibrator continues fucking into you, muscle walls clenching around it each time he yanks on the cord and then lets it fall back into place. You wish it were his fingers (wish it were his cock, more than that) but your pants fit too-well, tailored slim around your waist and flaring over your ankles.

Your 70’s pants, as your silly boyfriend liked to call them.

“I can’t wait to get you home.” It’s so dreamy, hazy with affection that overwhelms you. He’s looking at you so sweetly now, forehead resting against yours, entire palm pressed to your cunt. “K-knew you were always perfect but—” You lose sight of his lovely doe eyes, your own sliding closed when he stamps a kiss to your mouth, so terribly sweet it’s reminiscent of the cheesecake you’d just had.

You understand what he means without him having to finish the thought, smile of your own acting as the ending punctuation to your conversation.

Family means everything to him. Now, you were one step closer to being part of it.

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stayfallentasticc · 6 years

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A Thing or Two

Pairing: Lucas x MC (It Lives In The Woods)

Words: 1614 words

Summary: MC is not doing so hot in one of her classes, so she has her first one on one studying session with Lucas - her boyfriend and now, to some extent, her tutor.

Teaser: You drop your head and press your lips to the hollow at Lucas’s throat. “Hm, I think I can manage.” You whisper softly

Notes: This short story was suppose to be plain sweet and lighthearted. It’s a bit steamy, but not entirely, I’m dipping my toes into that “genre” of short stories haha. This can give you a good visual/sample of what’s to come with a full length “steamy” story of Matt x MC and Maxwell x MC. I don’t know why I made MC have a hard time with calculus (when it’s like my favorite subject). I had to write Ava in one of my stories, so I managed to do so in this one! The first half is just to explain that MC is a bit embarrassed she’s having a hard time. She doesn’t want to trouble Lucas, etc. This short story is all for the Lucas stans who love him just as much as I do and especially for the anon who wanted this fanfic. Apologizes for any grammar mistake. Enjoy! ❤

“Yikes, another bad score?” Ava frowns, peering down at your paper. You sigh loudly, pressing the tips of your fingers against your temples.

Deep breaths.

In and out.

Control yourself from punching someone.

“I mean, yeah, do you see this big fat D?” You gesture at the paper, you notice Ava snicker at the latter response. “D-don’t start with me, Ava.” You point your finger at her, she raises both of her hands in a ��surrender” like pose. She starts laughing and squeezes your shoulders.

“Chill, why don’t you ask lover boy to help you?” She presses her knuckles against her cheek, her arm propped against the table. “Lucas, your boyfriend, I mean, hello? He’s practically a genius. He’ll help you at no cost.” She picks up her pizza from the plate, gesturing to the back of you. “Speak of the devil.”

You turn around and see Lucas. He’s smiling widely at you. You quickly turn away, shoving your paper into your bag. Ava raises her eyebrows. “What are you doing?” She asks, and before you can respond, you feel his hand on your shoulder. You give her a pointed look. She groans under her breath.

“Hey, Ava.” Lucas waves his hand, sitting down right beside you. “Hey, you.” He kisses the top of your head, placing his arm over your shoulders. “What have you guys been up to?”

“I don’t know apparently we’re looking at some fat Ds.” Ava mutters, you cough loudly. “Oh, I meant, I’m….going to eat some….fat….hot dogs.” She says slowly, staring off into the distance, she bites the crust off of her pizza. “Uh, I’m gonna go.” She shakes her head and gets up from the table, wiping off her fingers on her pants before tossing her bag over her shoulders. “See you guys, later.” She waves goodbye and heads off.

“What was that about?” Lucas wonders, he watches her head to the other side of campus. He raises his eyebrow, staring into your eyes. You shrug your shoulders.

“She’s probably under the weather.” You say, you sigh deeply. “I-I’m going to head out too, okay? I’m going to get myself some food and then I’ll have to meet someone”

“Yeah, of course, that’s fine.” Lucas offers you a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can tell he expected some alone time with you. It’s been awhile since you guys hung out. He quickly laces your fingers together, kissing your knuckles. “I was going to head out in a bit too. Need to do my daily tutoring session.” He flashes you a smile in hopes it’ll ease the guilt you feel for leaving him alone.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Wait, you’re the one who needs help with calculus?” Lucas asks in disbelief, he narrows his eyes at you. You huff loudly, crossing your arms. Of course it would be your boyfriend who would be the tutor for calculus. You knew he tutored people, but you didn’t know he would tutor calculus today. “I thought you were going somewhere? Was this the somewhere? Did you need help?”

“Oh, please - I can do calculus blindfolded. Me? Need help?” You cough, you sit down in the seat across from him. He raises his eyebrow, you can tell he’s concern. You quickly wave your hand away. “Okay, fine. I mean, it’s not like I’m terrible at it. It’s just, you know, not my favorite subject. I rather stab myself with a fork. And I didn’t want to bother you. You’re busy as it is. Besides, I like to think I’m amazing at it. I mean a D isn’t an F” You shrug, you feel the corners of your mouth tugging into a smile. You snort soon after. Who are you kidding?

“Honey,” Lucas mumbles, his eyes bores into yours, studying you carefully. He leans forward, grabbing your hand across the table, his thumb moves back and forth. His touch comforts you. “I have no doubt you’re amazing at whatever you want to do. But, you don’t have to hide things from me. I’m never too busy for you. You’re never a bother. Never. If I’m being honest I’m glad I’m tutoring you.” He emphasizes the word ‘but’ to make a point, you tilt your head. “You’re pleasant to the eyes.” He finally says, giving you a lopsided smile. You feel your heart melt just a bit. “And it makes my job more enjoyable when I have someone like you in front of me. I get to spend more time with my girlfriend, what more can I ask?”

“Dork.” You mutter under your breath. “You’re such a dork.” You repeat yourself, shaking your head slowly as you squeeze his hands. “Tsk, tsk, if I had known any better, you were trying to seduce your mentee.”

“Hey, that’s not nice.” Lucas pouts, he lets go of your hands to run his fingers through his hair, he looks away as he does so. You notice how his cheeks are turning slightly pink. Adorable. “On the contrary, I like to think I'm your dork. And second of all, I don’t need to seduce you.”

“That’s like the most corniest thing you ever said” You argue, you watch as his eyes narrows. A frown now plastered on his face. “Hey-hey, don’t give me that look.” You get up from your seat, and begin to make your way over to the other side of the table. You push his hands away from his lap, making room for yourself. You slowly sit yourself down, placing your hand behind his neck. His breathing halts. He looks at you adoringly as you pull him closer. His brown eyes meeting yours. “And you’re right about not needing to seduce me.” You whisper, staring into his eyes. “I’m at your mercy.”

You press your lips against his. It’s soft. Tender. Sweet. And just as you’re about to pull away, he presses his lips to yours once more. This kiss is hungrier. Desperate. His hands grips your waist, tugging, pulling you closer. Closer. You find that your hands are no longer behind his neck, but is now grasping his hair. He deepens the kiss. He lets out a low growl and soon after his lips are no longer on your mouth but on your neck, and collarbone.

You feel your heartbeat quicken.

Thump.

You shiver under his touch. His fingers dances across your waist and your lower back. His scent and warmth surrounds you, intoxicating, but all the same pleasant.

Your hand slowly makes way to the top of his shirt, moving quickly to unbutton them. His lips never once leaves yours. You press your entire body against his. And just when you’re almost done unbuttoning his shirt, his hands shots up suddenly, grabbing your hands in mid-air. He abruptly pulls away, his gaze fervent. He quickly readjusts his eyeglasses. You feel your cheeks turning red, you smooth down your hair.

“If I knew it was you that was walking through that door, I would’ve made a special request for a more private area for this tutoring session.” He leans into you, murmuring into your ear, his voice low and hoarse. His words comes out quiet, secretive. And it takes all the willpower in you to not kiss him again. Your lips still just a few inches away from his. He gives you a bashful smile. “After all, it would make more sense for us to be intimate. We’re a team. We have to be in sync” He winks, and you fight back the urge to roll your eyes.

Dork.

You drop your head and press your lips to the hollow at Lucas’s throat. “Hm, I think I can manage.” You whisper softly, before finally pulling away and keeping a safe distance between you and him. You take a good look at Lucas, taking in the curves and depths of his face. You lick your lower lip.

He stares at you for a good minute. His eyes soften, he exhales sharply.

“You don’t know what you do to me.” He sighs, he rests his hand on your thigh. Your heart races just a bit. “I love you” Lucas presses his lips to yours, quick and sweet. “I hope you know that.” He says softly, peppering light kisses on your face. You let out a giggle, and he draws back. He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, offering you a smile. “With every fiber of my being, I adore you. I really do.”

“I love you too.” You press your forehead against his. “I just think there’s more important things to do than just sit around, you know.” You tug on his tie, looping the edge with your pointer finger. You feel it loosen on his neck just a bit. Lucas eyes widens and you swear you hear him gulp hard. You smirk.

“As much as I want to study your curves,” Lucas mutters, sounding slightly breathless and daze. His palm cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “we really need to start on the lesson. And I really need to get on your dad’s good side” He gives you a pleading look, before quickly looking down and readjusting his tie and buttoning his shirt back up. “But…..next time, I’ll try to get us that private room - I have a thing or two I like to show you”

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xalmasyx · 7 years

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Retail Hell - Chapter 6

Words: 1,758

Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Pairings: Seto Kaiba/OFC

Warnings: Just a few swears.

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Rose stared at the receipt in her hands impassively.

Surely they couldn’t be this stupid.

“What seems to be the problem?”

She stood corrected.

Adjust glasses to bridge of nose. Deep breath in, and then out. Okay, you got this Rose.

“Ma’am, this receipt is not from our store, it’s from the Armani store in Tokyo. And we don’t even stock this suit.”

The woman glared at her as if she insulted her first born child.

Oh, if only that were the case. The woman was most definitely using her husband’s credit card to fill her face with plastic. Their kids must be hideous.

“What is the problem with that? It’s an Armani, you sell those here!”

“Not that particular style. I can’t refund it.”

Rose could sense it, those eight words that usually rung true with every difficult housewife she encountered.

“I would like to speak to your manager.”

And there it was! Right on time.

“Sure thing. Just one moment.”

And with a passive aggressive smile she was able to free herself from another insufferable customer that could not fathom that you just cannot return goods to any store of your choosing.

It left her thinking what kind of suits Kaiba’s now fired stylist had made him wear during meetings and press conferences. Suits that were so bad that he disposed of them.

Did he actually dispose of them? Or donate them?

Maybe she could salvage them and make tacky dog suits for Gloria if the pattern designs were horrible enough.

Pfft, nah. That would be asking too much to ask Seto Kaiba to donate his shitty old suits to be made into dog clothes.

Loud barking echoed through the halls of Rose’s shared unit as Gloria actively lost her shit at the doorbell chiming ‘Au Calire De La Lune’ in its high pitched entirety and she was just about ready for her date.

‘I’ll be at your door at 7:30, be ready.’ Kaiba’s text message said, lighting her phone up ostentatiously at her vanity as she put on the finishing touches of her light makeup. The clock on the top right hand corner of the screen only said 7:15.

He was early.

Damnit.

She would have to entrust that Veronica held the common sense not to answer the door wearing what she was last seen in; a pair of tight fitting booty shorts and a tank top, completely braless and nipples free to do as they please whilst the air conditioner was going on full blast in their living room. The damn American just loved frigid temperatures inside the house and Rose could never understand why.

Sighing, she moved to her closet to pick out her dress. Whilst she had many formal outfits, many of them clashed with her deep purple locks; which she had meticulously styled in a bun, leaving her bangs to frame her face, so she chose to wear a lilac knee length, low cut maxi dress that she had sewn for one of her assessments earlier in the year. It accentuated her curves perfectly and would do even more so once she put on her white kitten heels at the front door, the chiffon and polyester draped over her body mirroring the A+ she had received for such a well designed and well fitted item.

It showed more of the Blue Eyes White Dragon tattoo on her breast than she would have liked, but it was better than nothing.

She clasped a dainty silver chain around her neck with a single teardrop diamond that sat at her clavicle before exiting her bedroom to face the music, suddenly becoming nervous about what Kaiba would think of her choice of outfit.

Surely he can’t be expecting brand names from a university student.

Her fears were short lived as she made her way into the living room. Kaiba had snapped up from the couch, mouth slightly agape as he took in her features. He scrubbed up quite nicely too in the navy blue Calvin Klein suit that she picked out for him earlier in the day.

And it looked like Gloria had made a new friend, the Corgi gazing up adoringly at Kaiba as he regarded Rose in an impressed silence.

Veronica was too engrossed in playing the Dante Must Die mode in Devil May Cry 4 to care.

“Uh, you look nice Kaiba.”

“Likewise.”

Oh yeah, this date was going to go swimmingly.

The first half of the limo ride was filled with an awkward silence. It left Rose wondering about the legality in the tinted windows that adorned the car, she could see the passing cityscape into the CBD of Downtown Domino, but she doubted that anyone could see in.

That alleviated her worries about her face being in photos, at least.

The only other problem was…

“Hey Kaiba.”

“What is it?” He seemed particularly unphased by her breaking the silence.

“Well… I don’t want my face in photos. You know- I uh. Well, I don’t want the whole world knowing that we’re dating just yet.” She began fiddling with her freshly manicured fingernails, her damn nervous habit of saying ‘well’ way too much rearing its ugly head.

Please be nice, please be nice, please be nice.

“Has this got something to do with the fact that none of your pictures on your online profiles lack your face?” Perceptive, as always.

“Uh yeah, I suppose.” She shifted her gaze to see his sapphire eyes watching her curiously. He had every right to question her; she wasn’t being particularly honest with her origins.

With time she would be. She hoped.

He looked like he was about to respond, until a familiar game’s victory theme chimed in the air, coming from Rose’s purse.

“Uh, do you mind if I answer that?” He shook his head no so she reached into her purse to find that her grandmother was calling her.

Such perfect timing Grandma.

It didn’t stop her face from lighting up though. It had been a long time since she last spoke to her grandparents.

“Hi Grandma.” Kaiba raised his eyebrow at her and she just smiled back.

‘An- Rose! How are you my dear?’

“Good, good. And how are you and Grandpa?”

‘Oh you know… we just keep on keeping on.’

“And the animals?”

‘Oh they’re fine as always. The hens are laying quite well considering the horrendous weather.’

“Ah that’s right, it snowed in Ballarat last month, didn’t it?”

‘Yes, quite interesting indeed. Your grandfather and I would have made snow angels but I’m afraid you would not be able to get us back up!’

Rose laughed, but she shouldn’t really ignore her date much longer. She looked to Kaiba with a mischievous glint in here eye which he returned with his own look of confusion.

“Hey Grandma…”

‘Yes Rose?’

“I’m actually on my way out to dinner with my new boyfriend.”

‘WHAT?!’

She was certain Kaiba heard that.

‘Who is he? How old is he? He better be well behaved! You are the only thing of your mother’s we have le-’

“Grandma. Stop.” Best to nip that in the bud quickly. “Why don’t you say hello? His English is quite good.”

He’s most certainly never met anyone like Rose Brikmore, otherwise he probably would have kicked her out of the car the very moment she suggested such a thing. Instead, he wordlessly reached out his hand to take her phone.

“Nuh uh, Grandma is a trouble maker. I’m putting her on speaker.”

He smirked at her, “At least I know where you get it from.”

“Oh ha, ha.”

‘Come on kids, English. My old ears can’t understand much else!’

“Oh alright, Grandma say hello to Seto Kaiba.”

‘Hello Seto Kaiba, you can call me Bernie, everybody around here does.’

“Understood, Bernie. Seto is fine by me.”

So her Grandma is allowed to call him by his first name?

Figures.

Still, his pronunciation was quite impressive. But he was the CEO of Kaiba Corp. She shouldn’t be surprised.

‘Hmm Seto. What do you do? You better not be some cheap delinquent!’ Was he really going to entertain that notion?

Oh no, he’s smirking. Was it time to abort?

Yeah let’s do that.

Let’s just-

“I’m afraid not. I’m actually the CEO of Japan’s biggest gaming technology company.”

Then there was silence.

“…Grandma?”

‘Bullshit.’

“Huh?”

‘How old are you?’ She didn’t believe him.

“Twenty.”

Silence, again.

‘…Bullshit.’

Oh Grandma.

“Grandma, do me a favour and get Grandpa to Google Kaiba.”

‘You best not be joking around young lady… TREVOR! Turn your hearing aid up! No I will not come over, turn that bloody thing up! Rose is asking you to Google Seto Kaiba. Why? He’s her boyfriend apparently. I don’t know I haven’t asked yet. Rose dear, how long have the two of you been together?’

“Just today, Grandma.”

‘Just today Trevor!’

Rose was hoping Kaiba wasn’t getting annoyed, but when she looked at him, he was actually amused.

This was so out of character from what she expected of him. Not once did she imagine that he would entertain the thought of speaking to her grandparents over the phone before they commenced their second date.

But here they were.

‘Oh… not bullshit.’

“No Bernie, it’s not.”

‘You’re quite handsome, for a Japanese bloke.’

“You flatter me.”

‘Are my great gandbabies going to look like you?’

“GRANDMA!” Rose nearly dropped her phone in shock and she heard her grandmother laugh. Even Kaiba looked shocked at her forwardness.

That sly old woman.

‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I suppose I should leave you two to your date.’

Coincidentally, at that very moment the driver announced that they had arrived at their destination. It was a place that the affluent frequented, Rose could immediately tell by the amount of flashes pointed at the limo. The paparazzi were everywhere.

“Yeah, thanks Grandma. I’ll speak to you later.”

‘Goodbye Seto, look after my little girl for me will you?’

“Of course I will Bernie, goodbye.”

Rose didn’t notice Kaiba slip off his jacket. She was too busy looking out at all the cameras flashing at the car. How the hell was she supposed to get past that?

“Rose,” She turned around for him to drape the jacket over her head. “It’s not perfect, but they won’t see your face. Just stay close to me.”

Somehow, through practiced precision, Kaiba was able to get her through the sea of reporters and photographers without showing her face once.

Just another thing to thank him for, she guessed.

#My work #Yu-Gi-Oh #Seto Kaiba #Seto Kaiba/OC #Retail Hell #fanfiction

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Roses for Valentine’s Day 1/6

DISCLAIMER:

This AU Valentine story is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.

SYNOPSIS:

Claire Beauchamp’s friend Geillis Duncan has persuaded her to have a night out on the town at a nightclub because she has been down in the dumps missing her boyfriend. Her friend is dying to meet Claire’s elusive man, and in turn Geillis introduces her to that someone special in her life, which only exacerbates her best friend’s melancholy so near to Valentine’s Day.

CHAPTER 1

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart. ~ Kay Knudsen

The two friends stepped outside into the cold night air and walked quickly down the street towards Sub Club where they were going for a night out on the town. Clutching her coat tightly around herself, Claire Beauchamp walked along the pavement deep in thought for several minutes. Her friend Geillis Duncan was chatting to herself in high spirits oblivious to the fact that Claire wasn’t returning her conversation. She looked around her at the street at people passing by, and suddenly realized that tomorrow was February 14th … Valentine’s Day… that special day for lovers, but it didn’t have the same excitement as it usually did, for she was unsure whether she would see Sam or not.

Slowing their pace, the two women looked at the store fronts as they passed them by. Almost all of them were decorated in various shades of red and white, with hearts and Cupids hung all over the place advertising the fact that Valentine’s Day was imminent. Claire did a double take when she saw a tall, red headed man heading out of one doorway holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a teddy bear with a red bow around its neck in his hands. He had the same height and colouring as her Jamie and she felt her heart skip a beat thinking that it was him, that is until he turned around to hail a cab and she knew that it was not. Disappointment swept over her like a blanket of fog and she sighed.

“You okay Claire? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Geillis asked a little concerned at her friend’s pallor.

“No … No … I’m fine. I thought I just saw somebody I knew.”

“Yeah, I noticed that guy too. Handsome devil. Someone is a lucky woman. Did you see what he was carrying?”

“Sorry, no I didn’t notice,” was her noncommittal answer.

She had however seen what he was carrying and it made her think about last year when she and Jamie had shared some late night macaroons for Valentine’s Day. She noticed everything, especially the couples everywhere she looked … holding hands, dining together, or just gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. Claire sighed, feeling a little pang of longing in her heart. When she saw all these happy people her thoughts inevitably turned to the man she loved. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift into their fantasies for several seconds. They had been just like these couples, doing things they were doing tonight and enjoying each other’s company. They walked together on the street, holding hands. They would sit in a coffee shop sipping coffee, talking together and looking into each other’s eyes. Oh, how she wished she could just feel Jamie’s arms around her now … to kiss those sensual lips of his and to drown in that perfect body and the beauty of his eyes. She missed him … she missed them … so terribly much and her friend Geillis had noticed her melancholy over the last couple of days and that’s why they were here tonight.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Claire tried in vain to erase the memories of Jamie’s touch and especially his unique scent from her mind. She wondered what he was doing and if he was missing her as much as she was missing him. He’d been working overseas for the last few months and hadn’t been able to get time away from the court case he was working on. It was dragging on longer than expected and although they’d been in contact constantly, it was not the same. Claire tried to convince herself that it was just the fact that it was a special day tomorrow that she was feeling so down in the dumps. It was just hard to imagine being on her own for Valentine’s Day that had really seemed to strike a nerve. Her friend Geillis though, had been a godsend. Tonight, was her way of helping her get over missing her man.

Nonetheless, Claire continued to walk slowly down the street, lost in her thoughts, until Geillis’ voice broke her from her musings. “Hey! There’s the nightclub … It’s just up ahead. I hope you are as pumped as I am Claire?”

“I’m always thrilled when we do things together,” was Claire’s candid reply to her friend, hoping that her voice sounded much better than the way she actually felt.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Neon lights advertising the nightclub lit up the surrounds in the still night air as Claire and her bestie made their way toward the venue. Sub Club appeared to be the place to be seen for all the hip young Glaswegian clubbers who frequented this type of night life scene. The atmosphere outside the club was buzzing for a Friday night and Claire could only imagine that inside would be the same. There was a long line of patrons waiting outside on the pavement for admittance and the two women joined the queue and stood in line waiting to get in. “Exciting hey?” Geillis exclaimed looking around at those gathered then at her friend next to her. “Yeah … I’m glad I came. It might just be the tonic I need.”

“You’ve been moping around for days Claire Beauchamp.” She exclaimed. “I’m glad you decided to have a girl’s night out with me. It will be fun. This place is the place to be in Glasgow any day of the week.”

“You’re right … I did need to get out. I can’t sit at home waiting for my boyfriend to return from his work-related trip to the States. But I do miss him so.”

“All the more reason for you to enjoy tonight. When are you expecting this mysterious man … the one I have yet to meet … home?”

“Soon, I hope. I really hope he gets back for Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m sure he will move mountains to do that. Don’t worry. He’ll be back for that special day,” she replied encouragingly.

With a small smile Claire cast her friend a side look but inwardly her heart was breaking to think that Jamie may be held up and wouldn’t be home for Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Her friend though was full of beans tonight and Claire couldn’t help but notice that Geillis was beaming.

“What has got you so keyed up tonight?”

“Oh, I’m so excited … I so want you to meet my new guy … He works here you know.”

“Really? So, is that why you invited me out and why we’re at this particular nightclub?”

“Maybe,” was Geillis’ coy reply before her face lit up with animation once more. “You’re gonna love him Claire … he’s a dreamboat.”

“Sounds like you really like this one.”

“Oh, I do … I do. I think he may be the one.”

“Well, my curiosity is peaked now my friend. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I hope your man returns soon too Claire so that I can meet him as well. Even though I’ve heard a lot about him, I sure do want to put that image in my head to a real face.”

Claire gave her an enigmatic smile that she hoped Geillis would accept as her response to her friend’s joy at being here tonight. Although she was happy for her buddy, at the same time she couldn’t help but feel a little envious of her happiness. She missed Jamie dreadfully and just the mention of his name sent thrills coursing down her spine. She was a little worried though because she hadn’t heard anything from him over the last few days and that made her anxious. He always called to say how his day had been but the silence had been deafening and she couldn’t help but think the worse. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow night and the thought of spending it alone really cut to the quick.

Lost in the personal thoughts coursing through her head and trying to shake off her reverie, Claire managed to give the impression that she was indeed happy to be here tonight for some fun. The two women stood side as they slowly moved closer and closer to the front of the queue, waiting for their signal to enter the nightclub.

“I think the line is getting shorter, we seem to have moved up a fair bit Geillis.”

“Yeah, you’re right Claire,” her friend replied looking back at the meandering line which now stretched for nearly a block. “I’m excited. Are you excited?”

“Of course. Thanks for bringing me tonight. I’m sure we’ll both have a fabulous time.”

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Finally, it came to their turn and after being given the once over by the security people at the door, the two women made their way inside.

The club atmosphere was dark and edgy. Walking down a few steps into the nightclub, they made their way through the crowd sashaying across the floor to the beat of the music with Geillis leading the way. The nightclub was full of smoke, and light, reflected off the large mirror ball hanging from the ceiling danced across the walls. People were dancing on three different levels to pulsating live music. It had a real warehouse, rage club atmosphere this evening with wire cages and a hard-core S & M crowd in attendance.

“Every week they have a different theme … looks like tonight is for the steadfast patrons.”

“True, it sure looks that way,” Claire replied casting her eyes around the venue. She took in the crowd gathered as well as noticing where the security guards were posted around the dance floor should she wish to leave early or if anyone became overtly obnoxious towards her.

In the throng of the crowd, the two women got separated from each other. As Claire drew parallel with one of the couples dancing and tried to pass by; a man broke away from his partner. He stepped in front of her grabbed her hands and began to shimmy up against her gyrating to the music. He twirled Claire around the dance floor then brought her flush to his chest simulating erotic moves rotating his hips back and forth. She managed to break away just as Geillis came to her rescue, dragging her to a table situated near the band.

“You okay Claire?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Some of the guys can be jerks … you have to watch out or they’ll grab you.”

“So, I noticed.”

“Hey look … there he is! There’s my guy!” Geillis excitedly announced pointing towards the stage where a live band was playing.

“Which one?”

“The lead Guitarist … The good looking one with the goatee beard. Isn’t he a spunk?”

“Ahhh! I see.” “Well? What do you think?” “He’s okay I guess.” “Wait until you meet him. He’s a honey.” They ordered a drink then watched the people on the dance floor while they waited. Couples continued dancing until the band’s medley came to an end and they took a well-earned break. Taped music took over from them until the new replacement band had set up their instruments. The band members dispersed to meet up with the groupies hanging around or girlfriends who were waiting. Geillis waited for the lead guitarist to finish putting away his instrument, then she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately oblivious to those around them. Claire watched from a distance as the two embraced once more then headed for the quiet seclusion of the table she had procured. Dragging him by the hand towards her friend Geillis gushed, “Claire … this is Dougal.” She smiled. “Hi … I’m Claire.” “Hey … Nice to meet you.”

For a lead guitarist, Claire thought he was quite shy and reserved. He was quite tall and dark haired but she could see that he had heart eyes for her friend. Dougal had left his hand on Geillis’s back as they were introduced and she could see the reciprocated looks she too gave her man. Taking her cue from their body language that they wanted to be alone, Claire asked, “Hey how about some more drinks? … My shout,” she offered.

“Thanks,” they said in unison but with eyes only for each other.

“Okay then … I’ll be right back.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The three friends sat at their secluded table and engaged in animated small talk in the dimly lit nightclub as they waited for the replacement band to begin their bracket. The new group finally belted out a rock tune, and the throbbing cadence of the music was so loud and pulsating that they could barely hear themselves speak.

“The music is a bit loud isn’t it?” Claire stated leaning towards Geillis.

“What?” she queried. A little louder she repeated her statement. “I said the music is a bit loud.” “Yeah … it is a bit …” Geillis replied raising her voice to make herself heard too before turning her attention back towards her beau.

Claire watched as Dougal and her friend sat with their heads close together oblivious to everything and everyone but each other. She and Jamie would do that too and Claire had to look away as she felt a tear well in her eyes. She couldn’t let the happy couple see her sadness and shrugged off the negative melancholy with a more positive feeling of her love’s return. Claire knew he would be back but when was the question she couldn’t answer. She missed him something fierce and longed to feel his arms around her and taste the sweetness of his kisses, just as Geillis was receiving from Dougal.

Feeling like the third wheel, Claire nonchalantly scanned the room looking from one side of the nightclub to the other. Couples were on the floor dancing to the music while others were sitting with people having drinks. She observed several young Scottish men flirting with their girlfriends and that too made her think of the banter between her and Jamie. He would flirt with a lamp post but she always gave as good as she got as well. They were perfect for each other and their flirting was a prelude to the foreplay that inevitably led to lovemaking. Sighing, Claire took a long swallow of her favourite whisky. She had not seen her lover for months and thought it was time she pulled herself together and got over her sadness of missing him. Tonight’s outing was why Geillis had brought her here … to reconnect with life, to have some fun and to forget her missing the love of her life. Her friend was right. Jamie would be home for Valentine’s Day. She just knew he wouldn’t miss this special anniversary.

When Dougal eventually turned away from his girlfriend and reached for his glass of beer, Claire engaged him in conversation while he had a sip of his beverage, taking the opportunity to find out a little more about him before the band began a new song.

“So, Dougal … How long have you worked here?”

“Since the club opened. Why?” “I heard that a guy called Steven Cree owns Sub Club. Does he ever come here?” “Sometimes.” “Is he here tonight?” she enquired enthusiastically. “No he’s not.” “I’ve also heard he’s a very funny comedian … Is that correct?” Dougal smiled, “Yeah … you could say that. He does a stand-up comedic routine from time to time. The patrons love him. He’s hilarious. He’s doing a gig next Saturday week I believe.”

The music had the crowd soon rocking again and Claire watched the patrons enjoying themselves dancing and moving to the beat. The pulsating rock music went on for several more songs until the band members also took a well-earned break. When the music stopped playing all was quite except for voices in laughter and conversation as people returned to where they were sitting for a drink and a rest.

“Oops there’s my cue. Sorry girls … duty calls.”

Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as Dougal rose to leave for the band’s next bracket. Geillis gave him a sad look as she rested her hand on his arm savouring that last touch before he had to leave. Leaning down he gave her a quick hug and a kiss before returning to join his other band members on stage.

“Enjoy the night girls … See ya later babe … ‘Bye Claire, nice meeting you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* to be continued

#valentines day #samcait fanfic

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