#getaway car x august x other side of the door like WHAT

[leoleofitz]

The night really was sparkling!! 💖 Melbourne N2 was an absolute fever dream

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Irresistible || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: A one night stand comes back to haunt you when your father plans to marry his mother. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, time skipping, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 6.1k F1 Masterlist || One || Two

December 2019

Two years ago you had spent an amazing week in Monaco during a European getaway. It was meant to be a once in a lifetime trip but now you sat opposite your father at the kitchen table in your family home trying to understand what he was saying.

“…the kindest woman. You’ll love her, just like I do.”

He fell in love so now you were expected to leave behind everyone you knew and just start a new life with his new family. You knew he had been happier since the trip but you never would have thought it was because of some long distance relationship. He had kept that to himself for a long time.

“Can’t you just have a midlife crisis like everyone else?” you asked. “Why are you moving us across the world for a stranger?”

“Did you not hear me? Pascale is not a stranger. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I love her.”

Resentment built and you pushed your chair back as you stood up. “You loved mum too, and look how that ended.”

Your father sighed and you immediately felt guilty for the heaviness in that one breath. It wasn’t his fault your mother decided domestic life wasn’t for her and left when you were just a baby. It wasn’t his fault that she met a man who had a motorcycle and flirted with the wrong side of the law. And it certainly wasn’t his fault that they crashed in a high speed police chase when you were 15.

You sank back into your seat and picked at the chipped Formica table top. “I’m sorry, dad.”

A calloused hand from a life of hard work gently patted yours. “It’s a big adjustment, pumpkin, but you said Monaco was a beautiful place. I thought you would be happy.”

“It was, but I’ll never see my friends.”

“I’m not saying you can replace them, but you’ll make new ones. And even with the different timezones I’m sure you can make arrangements to video call each other.”

He was making an effort, you could recognise that at least. “Fine. I suppose it won’t be that bad.”

August 2017

All of the streets seemed to look the same, the stonework buildings towering over you as the afternoon sun dipped even further below the mountains that bordered the place. You had no idea which way it was to get back to the hotel and you weren’t going to risk the international roaming charges to use the internet on your phone, you already spent most of your savings on the clothes in the bags that hung from your wrists.

You were too busy looking up and trying to get a sense of direction that you didn’t see the man getting out of his car. Pain flared in your knee as a door slammed into it and you dropped the bags to clutch your leg that throbbed and drew a groan from your lips. It was worse than hitting your funny bone and you grabbed the hood of the car to balance when you nearly teetered over.

“Mon Dieu, est-ce que tu vas bien?” 

You couldn’t understand a word he said but the accent was almost enough to make you feel better, until you looked up. The setting sun cast a golden glow around the man and you swore he was more beautiful than the godlike statues you had seen in Rome the week before. 

“I, I,” you stammered stupidly as he knelt down beside you and repacked the bags that had fallen to the street. His bright green eyes lingered on the red lace bra and panty set you had spent a small fortune on before he cleared his throat and shoved them in the bag. “I don’t speak French.”

“You should really be watching where you are walking,” he said as he stood up, his accent saturating his words and making the scolding sound sexy. And it was most definitely a scolding. “You could have been hit by a car.”

“I was,” you pointed out as you tested your leg and winced when you put your weight on it.

“I meant one that was driving past. It was a good thing I was parked.” He looked down his nose and shook his head. Somehow this stranger had managed to make you feel guilty for disappointing him, and it started to infuriate you.

“I really don’t think this is all my fault,” you snapped as you swiped your bags back. “This is a footpath, and that is a no parking zone. Maybe you should concentrate more on where you should be driving than how I should be walking.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same until his lip twitched and a smirk broke out. “You think I am a bad driver?”

You looked at the double yellow lined he was parked over and squared your shoulders. “Does a duck quack?”

He mouthed the question back before he understood what you were implying and laughed as he took a step closer. “I like you, you are funny, and delusional. What is your name, and what are you doing tonight?”

You were still trying to figure out if he had complimented or insulted you when someone called out and stole his attention before you could answer.

“Charles, dépêche-toi!”

You both turned to the group that had arrived, all of the young men looking almost as handsome as he did. They had to be from the same modelling agency, or there was something seriously strong in the water here.

“Well?”

You looked at Charles and found he was still waiting for an answer. “Probably still trying to find my hotel.”

“Funny,” he chuckled before waving his friends off. “Je te rattraperai plus tard.” He took your bags and stuffed them in the backseat of his car before offering his hand. “I can’t have you walking these streets all night, god knows what trouble you could cause.”

“I was doing fine, until you hit me with your car, and now you want to drive me in it? Nuh-uh, I would rather take my chances on foot.”

You stepped around him to get your bags back, or at least you tried to but your aching knee gave out. You would have fallen to the pavement but a strong arm curled around your waist and pulled you against him. 

“You could have just asked if you wanted to hold me, biche.”

“Excuse me?” You pushed away from him and gritted your teeth through the pain. “I’m not sure in what world you think that is flirting, asshole.”

Charles threw his head back with a laugh and easily caught up to you, his palm heating the small of your back as he guided you around to face his car again “Biche, not bitch, it’s a cute little deer. I can call you Bambi instead, I quite like that. Unless you want to tell me your name?”

You rolled your eyes, unsure whether the endearment was an improvement at all, but stepped into the car when he opened the door for you. “No thanks, I don’t know if you are some sort of stalker.”

He laughed again before walking around to the driver's seat. “What hotel are you staying in?”

“The Fairmont.”

The flashy car roared to life and you turned to face Charles when his laughter grew. “So you would tell a stalker where you are staying but not your name?”

“That sounds to me like you are admitting you are a stalker,” you shot back with a daring arch of your brow. “Besides, I’m staying with a man that would snap you like a twig if you tried to turn me into a skin suit. I don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Your boyfriend?”

You snorted at the question and shook your head. “My father.”

He smiled at the news as he pulled out into the traffic and drove the short distance to the hotel. Your meandering had only left you two streets away from it so it was probably more of a nuisance to drive you there but Charles didn’t seem to mind. 

“Are you enjoying the city?”

“It’s beautiful,” you said with a nod. “It’s almost a shame to leave tomorrow.”

“Have you been to Jimmyz?”

“Not yet.” You had heard of the club but most nights had consisted of a late dinner with your father and then bed. It was actually the first day you hadn’t spent hanging out with him, he had gone to get a haircut that was long overdue after all the travelling and you had used the alone time for a little girl shopping.  

“You should come tonight, my friends and I are going and I owe you for hitting you with my car.”

January 2020

Your father thought it would be a good idea for Pascale to come and stay for a week before the big move. She owned a hair studio so it was easy to take some time off and she was due to arrive any moment. He had all but begged you to make an effort with Pascale before leaving for the airport. He had never brought a woman home, or at least while you were there, so it was strange to see how he fussed over the crumbs in the kitchen sink. 

You did a quick final inspection through the house but with most of the belongings already sold or shipped off to Monaco there was next to nothing that could make a mess. You only hoped all your things arrived in time at the other end. It was bad enough you were going to be staying with one of your step brothers to begin with but it was only for a few weeks while the renovations on the new house dad and Pascale had bought were finished. He promised that your room would have a view of the ocean and your own bathroom - it was absolutely a bribe but you were fine with that.

The car pulled into the driveway, past the large real estate sign with an unmissable SOLD sticker across it. You had seen a handful of pictures of Pascale on your dad’s phone but when she stepped out of the car you realised they didn’t do her justice. Despite being on multiple planes that never made for a decent sleep, she looked refreshed and even her hair was still in a perfect blowout. She was really pretty, or maybe it was the bright smile she gave your dad when he parked the car.

“Do I look alright, Peter?” she asked as she touched her hair nervously and straightened her blouse.

“It’s not an interview, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he grabbed her suitcase. “You look beautiful.”

August 2017

The club was unlike anything back home. The music seemed to seep into your skin, the bass vibrating in your bones. Even the air was intoxicating with the promise of a night of bad decisions.

“Bambi, I didn’t think you would actually come.”

You turned away from the bar and found Charles drinking in the sight of your short, tight dress. His eyes followed every line, dip and curve of your body and he bit his lip as he dragged them back up to your face. For the price you had paid you were happy it had the desired effect.

With your confidence bolstered you sent him a smirk and grabbed your drink that had been placed down. “Well you did say you owe me, you can start with my drink.”

Charles didn’t look away as he reached into his pocket and stepped closer, his hand reaching past to slap a bill on the bar top. His scent reached you, the cologne inviting you to lean closer and inhale the decadence of vanilla and bergamot. “The usual, please.”

He could have stepped back while his drink was made but he chose to stay close, his eyes flicking down your cleavage to see the red lace set he had been daydreaming about all evening. “How about we get out of here?”

You had fantasised about a summer romance since the trip began, what young woman wouldn’t when they were going to Europe? But you hadn’t been able to conjure a face as handsome as his when you closed your eyes late at night and your hand drifted beneath the blankets. Now you had the opportunity in the palm of your hands and you weren’t going to let it slip from your fingers.

Tipping your head back, you met his green eyes that dared you rise to the challenge. “Lead the way.”

February 2020

You were jet lagged and exhausted when you finally reached your temporary accommodation.

“Charles is just on his way back from work but he shouldn’t be too far away. Make yourself at home, sweetheart,” Pascale said as she helped you with your bags.

The apartment was bare with mostly blank white walls and a few framed pictures of Ferrari cars. It was a typical boy space that was in desperate need of soft furnishings to liven it up, but that wasn’t your problem to deal with.

“He just bought the place so he’s still finding his ‘vibe’,” Pascale noted when she saw you eying up the empty space, the words sounding like they were verbatim and not her own. “But there’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms so you’ll have your own space. The builder said our house will be finished in a few weeks.”

��It’s great, Pascale,” you assured her as you set your bag down on the bed with a long yawn. You were surprised to find it had a floral duvet and a sheet set already made up - something you were sure she had done for you.

She nodded and placed your other suitcase down before leaving, closing the door most of the way. “I’ll let you rest for a bit.”

You woke to voices down the hall and found a blanket had been draped over you at some point.

“Can’t she sleep on Enzo’s couch? I don’t even know her, she could try to sell my things. There have been stranger things done before.”

“Ah-ah, no, and she doesn't even watch racing. Peter said she had no interest in the sport.” Pascale sighed heavily, the same way your father did when he was having to repeat himself. “She’s a lovely young lady, and she’s going to be family so please treat her as such.”

August 2017

“Where are we going?”

Charles just smiled and kept driving through the quiet streets before pulling into a hotel far nicer than the one you were staying in.

“You live in a hotel?”

He laughed and tossed his car key to the valet driver. “No, but I have a roommate who would probably not be very happy with me if we woke him.”

He already had a room and led the way to the elevators with the confidence of a man who had certainly been here before. You didn’t mind, you were hardly a saint, and you knew exactly what you were doing when you dressed for the night out. You knew how you wanted the night to end.

For a man who looked eager to undress you, like he had done with his eyes, he didn’t touch you until the door was firmly closed behind him. But once that door locked shut it was as if the leash he had kept a hold of himself with was dropped and he pinned you against the wall, his lips finding the hollow of your neck.

The temperature in the room seemed to swell as his kiss climbed higher and he finally reached your lips. You moaned at the feel of his hands roaming your body and his tongue slipped past your parted lips when he dragged the zip down your spine.

“J'ai envie de le faire depuis que je t'ai vu pour la première fois. You are so fucking sexy.” [I have been wanting to do this since I first saw you.] He stepped back and watched the material fall away to reveal the tempting red lace he had been dying to see.

Your heart skipped a beat at the hunger in his eyes and you reached behind your back to unclip the bra. It was thrilling to watch the colour of his eyes fade to black as you revealed more skin to him but when you reached for your panties he spurred forward to stop you.

“Mine,” he stated as he brushed your hands aside and hooked his fingers into the waistband instead. Falling to one knee, he dragged the lace down your thighs and let them tangle around your ankles before kissing your hip. Your head fell back against the wall with a thud as he nudged your legs apart and pulled one leg over his shoulder. “What’s my name?”

Your forehead crumpled as his breath warmed your cunt and you buried your hands in his hair to hurry him up, but he was too strong.

“What’s my name?” he repeated.

“Ch-Charles,” you stammered as his fingers teased your entrance without delving further, driving you wild with need.

“Good girl, remember that when I make you scream.”

The words left you drunk and you would have dared him to make good on them but his tongue found your clit and two fingers curled into your cunt. All thoughts left your head while he was knelt fully dressed before you and all too soon his name echoed across the room as he brought you to your first of many highs.

You could barely walk by the time you collapsed on the king bed and your head was spinning from the various positions you had found yourself in. You only bothered to move when a phone vibrated on the bedside table and you reached over to see if it was yours.

Giada: When are you coming home?

“Need a break, Bambi?” Charles teased as he returned from the minibar with a bottle of water, cracking the top off and offering it to you first.

You took the bottle with a grateful smile and swallowed a few mouthfuls to ease your dry throat. “Who’s Giada?”

His eyes flicked to his phone and he grabbed it, quickly replying to the message before tossing it aside and caging you beneath his body. “My roommate. Now, where were we?”

You should have been in a dead sleep but something had woken you. It was an ungodly hour given the darkness that was still outside but it did mean you saw the light of Charles' phone. His soft snores were silenced by the pillow he buried his face in and you took a second to admire the sight of his toned body in the moonlight.

Giada: It’s so hard to sleep without you here. I love you xxx

You slipped out of the bed without waking him and hated how good the ache between your legs felt because of him. You should have known a man like him was bound to have a girlfriend. She was probably a model.

You quickly gathered your clothes and dressed on the way to the door, closing it silently behind you. No one had to know you were even there and in a few hours you would be heading to the airport, never to see Charles again.

It took far longer than you expected to find your way back to the hotel and your father was already awake when you entered the room.

“You look like you had a rough night.”

You continued on your way to your bedroom in desperate need of a shower before packing. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough.”

You reemerged looking refreshed but you still felt contradictory inside. You told yourself that you did nothing wrong but it didn’t help when you knew there was a woman waiting at home for the man you had fucked. Fucked didn’t begin to cover what you had done - he had hung the stars and the moon, he had expanded your mind to the pleasures that could be sought with the right experience and partner. He had ruined you for all the men back home.

You fought to tug the zip of your suitcase closed, more than ready to leave the place behind, and growled in frustration. Your dad knew better than to bring attention to your mood but he gently moved you aside and closed the stubborn zip himself.

“How was your night?” you asked as you went to the kitchenette and made a strong brew of coffee.

He smiled to himself and picked up the suitcase to add it to the pile by the door but his smile dimmed when he saw how miserable you looked. “Nothing special, I just had dinner and a walk by the water.”

Normally you would have picked up on the lie, but you were too self centred to notice how happy he looked. He was glowing.

February 2020

You followed the voices to the living room and found Pascale in the doorway saying her goodbyes. You couldn’t see the face of the man she was talking to, only a head of dark hair, but he turned when his mothers attention was drawn away. 

“You…” you breathed as you recognised the green eyes that had haunted your dreams for two years. Pascale frowned and you plastered a fake smile as you held your hand out. “You must be Charles.”

“I am,” he hummed as he looked at your hand before enveloping it in his much larger one. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’ll see you both for dinner tonight, Charles can drive you until we get you a car.”

Charles seemed to be hearing the news for the first time. “I can?” 

“Yes, you can. Now make sure she feels at home alright, maybe introduce her to some of your friends.” Pascale blew a kiss and left Charles to close the door.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he locked it and you realised at that moment just how fucked you were because, despite the quick prayer you had sent, Charles had recognised you too. “Hello again, Bambi.”

“Fuck me,” you muttered beneath your breath.

Charles smirked and booped you on the nose as he walked past you and towards his kitchen. “No thanks, you’re going to be my sister soon.”

You hated that for a second you were disappointed before common sense returned and you went to your room to find your phone. “Dad, I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

“Charles is an asshole, that’s why,” you whispered angrily, your eyes scanning the bottom of your door to see if he was eavesdropping. 

“It’s only for two weeks, three at the most, plus he will be heading back to Italy for work on Monday.”

“Who the hell works in Italy and lives in Monaco?”

“He does, you would know that if you had a conversation with him and got to know him.”

“I don’t want to get to know him, I want to go home.”

“This is home now,” your dad said quietly as you heard Pascale arrive home at the other end. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

You flopped onto your bed with a groan as the call ended. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. You groaned again as you realised that it may be just two weeks of living with him but there would be a lifetime of having him as your step brother. “Fuck!”

“I might have to get a swear jar to cover your half of the utilities.”

You surged upright and found Charles leaning against the balcony door, a balcony you apparently shared with his room next door. “Can I just make one thing very clear? As far as I am concerned, whatever happened two years ago - it didn’t. Nothing happened. I never saw you before today.”

“Nothing happened?” he chuckled as he walked into the room. “You still have that sense of humour because I remember a lot happening. Do I need to jog your memory?”

You hated how your body betrayed you, how your eyes followed his every step as he closed the distance between you. “You’re actually sick. Our parents are getting married.”

He stopped in front of you, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and his eyes traced your lips. “You were gone when I woke up.”

“Giada wasn’t your roommate.”

“No, she wasn’t,” he admitted with that same smirk that simultaneously had you wanting to both slap it or kiss it away. “I have a new roommate now.”

“Not for long, I am gone as soon as the house is ready.”

“Oh, Bambi,” he laughed, swaggering his way back to the balcony door. “I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Asshole.”

“Biche.”

“Charles, you should introduce Y/N to Charlotte,” Pascale said as she poured another wine for you. “That’s his girlfriend. You would probably get along with her, she’s about your age and a very nice girl too.”

You bit your tongue as you raised your glass to your lips and stared at Charles over the rim. Placing the glass back down, you smiled sweetly. “Is that right? I could do with making a girlfriend here, someone to talk about boys with. Maybe she can set me up with a handsome Frenchie.”

A foot kicked you under the table and you chuckled at the glare he was sending you over the greek salad. 

“We go to brunch on Sunday,” Pascale said with a pat to your hand. “You should come.”

“Count me in.” You stabbed a sweet cherry tomato with your fork before sealing your lips around it and humming in delight. “This was a delicious meal.”

Charles soon declared he was exhausted from the drive back from wherever it was he worked in Italy and Pascale looked a little disappointed that the first family dinner was cut short. Since he was your ride, you had to say goodnight to everyone too and followed him out to the car that was even flashier than what he had two years ago. His Ferrari fixation was more than just pictures of the cars in his apartment but he drove one too. 

“You are quite eager to leave,” you noted as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat, your skirt riding up your thighs as you settled into the leather. Charles inhaled sharply as he saw the hint of your panties peek out and slammed the door shut before storming his way around the car.

“I’m in half a mind to take you over my lap and turn your ass red,” he growled as he pulled out of the driveway. 

“Arthur is lovely,” you commented as you smiled at your reflection in the window. You were absolutely enjoying the way Charles gritted his teeth, but he had started this dance in your bedroom. “He offered to keep me company while you are away next week. I think I might enjoy his company more than yours.”

“Biche,” he warned as he broke the speed limit and practically skidded to a stop in his reserved parking spot. “You’re mine. No one else touches you. Ever.”

You slipped out of the car and felt his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs to the apartment. Though you had a key you waited for him to open the door and kept your voice low while he fumbled with the lock in his frustration. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

“Everything looks good on me,” he argued as he turned the key and shoved you through the doorway. 

“Is that what your girlfriend tells you?”

“No, she prefers me with nothing on.” 

You could understand why that was but didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you agree as you went to your room. “Goodnight, Charles.”

“Night, ma biche.”

It was still early but you refused to leave your room, instead opening your laptop to watch a movie. You were halfway through a stupid rom-com when you heard a feminine voice in the apartment and you paused it to check you weren’t hearing things.

“Oh, Charles, bébé, baise-moi!”

You rolled your eyes at the sounds of the headboard banging on the wall you shared and rifled through your bag to find a pair of headphones. It seemed that they grew louder or you became hyper aware of what was happening in the room next door, and a needy throb began between your legs when you heard Charles moan deeply. 

Your frustration built until you disappeared into the bathroom and doused yourself in a cold shower, cursing him the entire time you waited for your blood to cool. You could finally think clearly after drying off and recognised he was only making his next move in the game he had started. It was time to start planning yours. 

Charles' steps faltered when he emerged from his bedroom shirtless but he recovered quickly and walked past your position on the couch as he went to get himself a drink of water. 

“You should try Gatorade,” you suggested as you flipped through the channels leisurely. “I find it better than water after a good fucking.”

“What are you wearing?” he finally asked after emptying the glass in one breath and wiping his lips dry.

“This is how I sleep,” you said as you stretched your legs out onto the ottoman. “Is that a problem for you?”

His eyes followed the line of your legs to the edge of the black and red babydoll you wore and cleared his throat. “No, no problem.”

“Charles, who are you talking to?” A pretty brunette emerged from the room and scanned the room, taking in her half naked boyfriend talking to you who was barely dressed much more than him. 

You rose to your feet before Charles could recover and bounced over to the young lady, wrapping her in a hug. “You must be Charlotte, maman’s told me so much about you. I thought I would have to wait until Sunday to meet you.”

“Maman? Sunday?” she asked as she looked at Charles for the answers.

“This is Y/N, my step sister - or soon to be -” he added quietly. “Maman invited her to brunch.”

“We are going to be great friends, Lottie,” you sang as you stepped back with a grin. “I just know it.”

Charles nearly broke his glass as he tossed it in the sink and headed back to his room, returning a moment later with a sweatshirt and jeans on. “Allez, mon amour,” he called to Charlotte as he grabbed his keys. 

You pouted playfully as he led her to the door. “She can sleep over, I don’t mind - I have earplugs.”

Charlotte flushed pink and clearly had no idea you were in the house while they were getting down and dirty. It made it all the more entertaining as you waved goodbye. “I’ll see you Sunday.”

Charles waited until Charlotte had passed the doorway before following, casting a final glance your way. “Don’t wait up.”

You felt his presence in your room before you saw him step out of the shadows with just a towel slung low on his hips and the bed dipped under his weight. “Well played,” he admitted, flopping back and making himself comfortable. 

Rolling over, you turned to face him and tucked your arm under your head. “Did you think about me when you were with her?”

His lips twitched before he gave in to the smile. “Every fucking second.” 

“She’s pretty.”

He reached out and brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “You’re beautiful.” 

You could feel yourself falling to the temptation that his lips provided and it was getting harder to resist taking what you wanted. “You should go back to your room.”

“Your lips say one thing but these say another,” he teased as his touch drifted over your collar and down to your breasts, the thin babydoll doing little to hide your nipples that had hardened since he laid down in the bed. “They are begging for something else entirely.”

“Charles,” you whispered as you leaned into his touch before you could think better of it. 

“I forgot how good my name sounded on your lips,” he hummed as his hand slipped beneath the material, “but I like it better when you scream it.”

“This is a bad idea.”

It didn’t stop him from rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb and drawing a soft sigh from you. “Why is this a bad idea, biche?”

“Because you have a girlfriend, and you’re my step…step…fuck…” Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand slipped between your legs and he touched you over your panties.

“Let me worry about Charlotte, you just relax and spread those lovely legs wider for me.”

“This is going to end badly.” You knew it but it didn’t stop your knees from parting for him. There was something about him that threw caution to the wind, it had been that way the first time you met too. He was pure temptation. He was the apple and you were Eve, unable to resist taking a bite. “I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”

He bit his lip as he watched how your body danced for his touch. “But not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” you conceded as you watched his eyes darken with lust. “Now please fuck me.”

Charles woke alone for the second time after sleeping with you but he smiled when he heard music playing in the living room. “You stayed,” he teased as he walked down the hall, trying to tame his hair along the way. 

“Didn’t have another option but I have found some short term rentals to view next week.”

He froze and his hands dropped to his side. “Wait, you were serious?”

“Yes, this isn’t going to work because if I’m anywhere near you this will just keep happening, and it was a mistake.”

The pop music suddenly grated on Charles' nerves and he grabbed the remote, changing it to another channel before tossing the remote away. You knew he was sulking at the thought of losing his plaything but you ignored him and watched the French news that you couldn’t understand. 

Something on the tv caught Charles’ attention though and he sat up straighter, his arms unfolding as his mouth parted in surprise. The breaking news headline was one that was universal and you realised something big was happening. 

“What is it?” you asked as he remained fixated on the tv. 

“It’s that virus,” he murmured. You had seen it on the news at home before the move, the outbreak reaching all across the globe as it spread person to person. You had been worried about it on the plane with each cough you heard. “It’s spreading here.”

“Okay, and?”

 His hand found its way to his mouth and he bit his nails as he listened, translating and relaying the information for you in sporadic bursts. “You won’t need that rental, Bambi.”

“Why?”

He turned to you with an odd look that you couldn’t quite figure out, possibly apprehension or anticipation or a mix of both. “At midnight tonight the whole country is going into lockdown.” 

His phone started ringing almost immediately and he excused himself to take the call. “It’s work.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” You grabbed your phone and dialled your dad. “Did you hear what’s happening? What do we do?”

“Relax, pumpkin, it’s going to be fine,” he assured you. “It’ll all blow over quickly, I’m sure. They can’t stop the world from turning, can they?”

You laughed in agreement and felt a little better by the time you hung up the phone, but Charles returned looking stressed as he dropped onto the couch beside you.

“Good news or bad news first?”

You didn’t think it mattered either way and just shrugged.

“Italy is also going into lockdown so there’s no reason to go back on Monday.” He draped his arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side. “Looks like we are going to be seeing a lot more of each other.”

“Is that the good or the bad news?”

“Well, I like my job so not being able to do it is bad for me, but being trapped with you indefinitely certainly sounds good to me.”

“Indefinitely?” you laughed and shook your head. “As soon as the house is done I’m gone.”

Charles' laughter silenced you and his kissed your temple. “Oh, Bambi…The builders will be locked down too, nothing will be finished any time soon. You’re all mine.”

“Shit,” you groaned in realisation. It was going to be impossible to keep your hands off him and from the grin on his face he knew it too.

“This is going to be great.”

Click here for part two.

[needyoulikeaheartbeet]

Eras Tour Surprise Songs - 2024 Version

A list of all the surprise songs played at the 2024 shows!

🎸 Dear Reader (Tokyo - February 7th, 2024)

🎹 Holy Ground (Tokyo - February 7th, 2024)

🎸 Eyes Open (Tokyo - February 8th, 2024)

🎹 Electric Touch (Tokyo - February 8th, 2024)

🎸 Superman (Tokyo - February 9th, 2024)

🎹 The Outside (Tokyo - February 9th, 2024)

🎸 Come In With The Rain (Tokyo - February 10th, 2024)

🎹 You’re On Your Own, Kid (Tokyo - February 10th, 2024)

🎸 Red (Melbourne - February 16th, 2024)

🎹 You’re Losing Me (Melbourne - February 16th, 2024)

🎸 Getaway Car x august x The Other Side Of The Door (Melbourne - February 17th, 2024)

🎹 this is me trying (Melbourne - February 17th, 2024)

🎸 Come Back... Be Here x Daylight (Melbourne - February 18th, 2024)

🎹 Teardrops On My Guitar (Melbourne - February 18th, 2024)

🎸 How You Get The Girl (Sydney - February 23rd, 2024)

🎹 White Horse x coney island (Sydney - February 23rd, 2024)

🎸 Should've Said No x You're Not Sorry (Sydney - February 24th, 2024)

🎹 New Year's Day x peace (Sydney - February 24th, 2024)

🎸 Is It Over Now x I Wish You Would (Sydney - February 25th, 2024)

🎹 Haunted x exile (Sydney - February 25th, 2024)

🎸 Would've, Could've, Should've x ivy (Sydney - February 26th, 2024)

🎹 Forever & Always x Maroon (Sydney - February 26th, 2024)

🎸 Mine x Starlight (Singapore - March 2nd, 2024)

🎹 I Don't Wanna Live Forever x Dress (Singapore - March 2nd, 2024)

🎸  long story short x The Story Of Us (Singapore - March 3rd, 2024)

🎹  Clean x evermore (Singapore - March 3rd, 2024)

🎸  Foolish One x Tell Me Why (Singapore - March 4th, 2024)

🎹  This Love x Call It What You Want (Singapore - March 4th, 2024)

🎸  Death By A Thousand Cuts x Babe (Singapore - March 7th, 2024)

🎹  Fifteen x You’re On Your Own, Kid (Singapore - March 7th, 2024)

🎸  Sparks Fly x gold rush (Singapore - March 8th, 2024)

🎹  False God x "Slut!” (Singapore - March 8th, 2024)

🎸  Tim McGraw x cowboy like me (Singapore - March 9th, 2024)

🎹  mirrorball x epiphany (Singapore - March 9th, 2024)

🎸  Paris (Paris - May 9th, 2024)

🎹  loml (Paris - May 9th, 2024)

🎸  Is It Over Now? x Out Of The Woods (Paris - May 10th, 2024)

🎹  My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys (Paris - May 10th, 2024)

🎸  Hey Stephen (Paris - May 11th, 2024)

🎹  Maroon (Paris - May 11th, 2024)

🎸  The Alchemy x Treacherous (Paris - May 12th, 2024)

🎹  Begin Again x Paris (Paris - May 12th, 2024)

🎸  I Think He Knows x Gorgeous (Stockholm - May 17th, 2024)

🎹  Peter (Stockholm - May 17th, 2024)

🎸  Guilty as Sin? (Stockholm - May 18th, 2024)

🎹  Say Don’t Go x Welcome To New York x Clean (Stockholm - May 18th, 2024)

🎸  Message in a Bottle x How You Get The Girl x New Romantics (Stockholm - May 19th, 2024)

🎹  How Did It End? (Stockholm - May 19th, 2024)

🎸  Come Back... Be Here x The Way I Loved You x The Other Side Of The Door (Lisbon - May 24th, 2024)

🎹  Fresh Out The Slammer x High Infidelity (Lisbon - May 24th, 2024)

🎸  The Tortured Poets Department x Now That We Don't Talk (Lisbon - May 25th, 2024)

🎹  You're On Your Own, Kid x Long Live (Lisbon - May 25th, 2024)

🎸  Sparks Fly x I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) (Madrid - May 29th, 2024)

🎹  I Look In People's Windows x Snow On The Beach (Madrid - May 29th, 2024)

🎸  Our Song x Jump Then Fall (Madrid - May 30th, 2024)

🎹  King Of My Heart (Madrid - May 30th, 2024)

🎸  The Prophecy x long story short (Lyon - June 2nd, 2024)

🎹  Fifteen x You're On Your Own, Kid (Lyon - June 2nd, 2024)

🎸  Glitch x Everything Has Changed (Lyon - June 3rd, 2024)

🎹  Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus (Lyon - June 3rd, 2024)

🎸  Would've, Could've, Should've x I Know Places (Edinburgh - June 7th, 2024)

🎹  tis the damn season x Daylight (Edinburgh - June 7th, 2024)

🎸  The Bolter x Getaway Car (Edinburgh - June 8th, 2024)

🎹  All Of The Girls You Loved Before x Crazier (Edinburgh - June 8th, 2024)

🎸  dorothea x It's Nice To Have A Friend (Edinburgh - June 9th, 2024)

🎹  Haunted x exile (Edinburgh - June 9th, 2024)

🎸  I Can See You x Mine (Liverpool - June 13th, 2024)

🎹  Cornelia Street x Maroon (Liverpool - June 13th, 2024)

🎸  This Is What You Came For x gold rush (Liverpool - June 14th, 2024)

🎹  The Great War x You're Losing Me (Liverpool - June 14th, 2024)

🎸  Carolina x no body, no crime (Liverpool - June 15th, 2024)

🎹  The Manuscript x Red (Liverpool - June 15th, 2024)

🎸  I Forgot That You Existed x This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Cardiff - June 18th, 2024)

🎹  I Hate It Here x the lakes (Cardiff - June 18th, 2024)

🎸  Hits Different x Death By A Thousand Cuts (London - June 21st, 2024)

🎹  The Black Dog x Come Back... Be Here x Maroon (London - June 21st, 2024)

🎸  thanK you aIMee x Mean (London - June 22nd, 2024)

🎹  Castles Crumbling with Hayley Williams (London - June 22nd, 2024)

🎸  us. with Gracie Abrams (London - June 23rd, 2024)

🎹  Out Of The Woods x Is It Over Now? x Clean (London - June 23rd, 2024)

🎸  State of Grace x You’re On Your Own, Kid (Dublin - June 28th, 2024)

🎹  Sweet Nothing x hoax (Dublin - June 28th, 2024)

🎸  The Albatross x Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Dublin - June 29th, 2024)

🎹  This Love x Ours (Dublin - June 29th, 2024)

🎸  Clara Bow x The Lucky One (Dublin - June 30th, 2024)

🎹  You’re On Your Own, Kid (Dublin - June 30th, 2024)

🎸  Guilty as Sin? x Untouchable (Amsterdam - July 4th, 2024)

🎹  The Archer x Question...? (Amsterdam - July 4th, 2024)

🎸  imgonnagetyouback x Dress (Amsterdam - July 5th, 2024)

🎹  You Are In Love x cowboy like me (Amsterdam - July 5th, 2024)

🎸  Sweeter Than Fiction x Holy Ground (Amsterdam - July 6th, 2024)

🎹  Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) x So High School x Everything Has Changed (Amsterdam - July 6th, 2024)

🎸  Sweeter Than Fiction x Holy Ground (Amsterdam - July 6th, 2024)

🎹  Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) x So High School x Everything Has Changed (Amsterdam - July 6th, 2024)

🎸  right where you left me x All You Had To Do Was Stay (Zurich - July 9th, 2024)

🎹  Last Kiss x Sad Beautiful Tragic (Zurich - July 9th, 2024)

🎸  closure x A Perfectly Good Heart (Zurich - July 10th, 2024)

🎹  Robin x Never Grow Up (Zurich - July 10th, 2024)

🎸  the 1 x Wonderland (Milan - July 13th, 2024)

🎹  I Almost Do x The Moment I Knew (Milan - July 13th, 2024)

🎸  Mr. Perfectly Fine x Red (Milan - July 14th, 2024)

🎹  Getaway Car x Out Of The Woods (Milan - July 14th, 2024)

🎸  Superstar x invisible string (Gelsenkirchen - July 17th, 2024)

🎹 “Slut!” x False God (Gelsenkirchen - July 17th, 2024)

🎸  Speak Now x Hey Stephen (Gelsenkirchen - July 18th, 2024)

🎹 this is me trying x Labyrinth (Gelsenkirchen - July 18th, 2024)

🎸  Paper Rings x Stay Stay Stay (Gelsenkirchen - July 19th, 2024)

🎹  it’s time to go x Better Man (Gelsenkirchen - July 19th, 2024)

🎸  Teardrops On My Guitar x The Last Time (Hamburg - July 23rd, 2024)

🎹  We Were Happy x happiness (Hamburg - July 23rd, 2024)

🎸  the last great american dynasty x Run (Hamburg - July 24th, 2024)

🎹  Nothing New x Dear Reader (Hamburg - July 24th, 2024)

🎸  Fresh Out The Slammer x You Are In Love (Munich - July 27th, 2024)

🎹  ivy x Call It What You Want (Munich - July 27th, 2024)

🎸  I Don’t Wanna Live Forever x imgonnagetyouback (Munich - July 28th, 2024)

🎹  loml x Don’t You (Munich - July 28th, 2024)

🎸  mirrorball x Clara Bow (Warsaw - August 1st, 2024)

🎹  Suburban Legends x New Year's Day (Warsaw - August 1st, 2024)

🎸  I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) x I Can See You (Warsaw - August 2nd, 2024)

🎹  Red x Maroon (Warsaw - August 2nd, 2024)

🎸  Today Was A Fairytale x I Think He Knows (Warsaw - August 3rd, 2024)

🎹  The Black Dog x exile (Warsaw - August 3rd, 2024)

🎸  Everything Has Changed x End Game x Thinking Out Loud with Ed Sheeran (London - August 15th, 2024)

🎹  King Of My Heart x The Alchemy (London - August 15th, 2024)

🎸  London Boy (London - August 16th, 2024)

🎹  Dear John x Sad Beautiful Tragic (London - August 16th, 2024

🎸  I Did Something Bad (London - August 17th, 2024)

🎹  My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys x coney island (London - August 17th, 2024)

🎸  Long Live x Change (London - August 19th, 2024)

🎹  The Archer x You're On Your Own, Kid (London - August 19th, 2024)

🎸  Death By A Thousand Cuts x Getaway Car with Jack Antonoff (London - August 20th, 2024)

🎹  So Long, London (London - August 20th, 2024)

[lumestari]

reputation (Taylor's Version) is getting announced in August. Here's why:

If you remember, in one of her eras, 1989, she wears a different combo of top and skirt every night. There are 6 colours, which leaves us with 36 original combos. There have been, as of today 20/07/2024, 36 shows of the European leg of The Eras Tour, and yet, she has only worn 34 of these, choosing to repeat two of these. We can represent this with a matrix:

We can see that there are two more combos. However, there are 15 shows left of the Eras Tour. You can do those, leaving you with 13 shows without a combination. You could, for example, repeat outfits. But I think there's a much more elegant, more likely possibility: Add another colour. And what colour could that be? Well, black!

If we add another colour and fill in the blanks with the remaining shows (completely randomly), we get this:

Everything fits neatly on the board.

And you might be asking, well, why black? what does this have to do with reputation TV?

Let me remind you of one of the first mash-ups we had on this tour, Melbourne N2: Getaway Car x august x The Other Side Of The Door. This mash-up doesn't fit in with the rest of mash-ups. First of all, it has three songs, which in and of itself doesn't mean anything, but it is rare. But the kicker is, it's the only mash-up with a song that's already on the setlist.

I believe it could be a clue: you have a song from reputation, august, and The Other Side Of The Door. What door? The Vault door, if I may.

This could also be a reach, but at least with the colour combos we can at least theorise that there will be another colour added, be it black or not.

[fear-less]

Taylor Swift song master-list

info: i write fics inspired by Taylor’s songs, i’m planning on making most, if not all, of her songs into fics.

feel free to request for any song:3

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taylor swift (debut)

tim mcgraw

picture to burn

teardrops on my guitar

a place in this world

cold as you

the outside

tied together with a smile

stay beautiful

should’ve said no

mary’s song - fred weasley x reader

our song

i’m only me when i’m with you

invisble

a perfectly good heart

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fearless

fearless

fifteen

love story

hey stephen

white horse - sirius black x reader

you belong with me

breathe

tell me why

you’re not sorry

the way i loved you

forever & always

the best day

change

jump then fall - harry potter x reader

untouchable

come in with the rain

superstar

the other side of the door

today was a fairytale

you all over me

mr. perfectly fine

we were happy

that’s when

don’t you

bye bye baby

if this was a movie

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speak now

mine

sparks fly

back to december

speak now

dear john

mean

the story of us

never grow up

enchanted

better than revenge

innocent

haunted

last kiss

long live

ours

superman

electric touch

when emma falls in love

i can see you

castles crumbling

foolish one

timeless

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red

state of grace

red

treacherous

i knew you were trouble

all too well

22

i almost do

we are never ever getting back together

stay stay stay

the last time - james potter x reader x regulus black

holy ground

sad beautiful tragic

the lucky one

everything has changed

starlight

begin again

the moment i knew

come back…be here

girl at home

state of grace

better man

nothing new

babe

message in a bottle

i bet you think about me

forever winter

run

the very first night

safe and sound

all too well (10 min ver)

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1989

welcome to new york

blank space

style

out of the woods

all you had to do was stay

shake it off

i wish you would

bad blood

wildest dreams

how you get the girl

this love

i know places

clean

wonderland

you are in love

new romantics

“slut!”

say don’t go

now that we don’t talk

suburban legends

is it over now?

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reputation

…ready for it?

end game

i did something bad

don’t blame me

delicate

look what you made me do

so it goes…

gorgeous

getaway car

king of heart

dancing with our hands tied

dress - harry potter x reader

this is why we can’t have nice things

call it what you want

new year’s day

i don’t wanna live forever

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lover

i forgot that you existed

cruel summer

lover

the man

the archer

i think he knows

miss americana & the heartbreak prince

paper rings

cornelia street

death by a thousand cuts

london boy

soon you’ll get better

false god - harry potter x reader

you need to calm down

afterglow

me!

it’s nice to have a friend

daylight

all of the girls you’ve loved before - james potter

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folklore

the 1

cardigan

the last great american dynasty

exile

my tears ricochet

mirror ball

seven

august

this is me trying

illicit affairs

invisible string

mad women

epiphany

betty

peace

hoax

the lakes

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evermore

willow

champagne problems

gold rush

‘tis the damn season

tolerate it

no body, no crime

happiness

dorthea

coney island

ivy

cowboy like me

long story short

closure

evermore

right where you left me

it’s time to go

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midnights

lavender haze

maroon - fred weasley x reader

anti hero

snow on the beach

you’re on your own, kid

midnight rain

question…?

vigilante shit

bejeweled

labyrinth

karma

sweet nothing

mastermind

the great war

bigger than the whole sky

paris

high infidelity

glitch

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

dear reader

hits different

you’re losing me

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the tortured poets department

fortnight

the tortured poets department

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

down bad

so long, london

but daddy i love him

fresh out the slammer

flordia!!!

guilty as sin?

who’s afraid of little old me?

i can fix him (no really i can)

loml

i can do it with a broken heart

the smallest man who ever lived

the alchemy

clara bow

the black dog

imgonnagetyouback

the albatross

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

how did it end?

so high school

i hate it here

thanK you aImee

i look in peoples windows

the prophecy

cassandra

peter

the bolter

robin

the manuscript

[romewritingshop]

A welcome interruption

Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match

Relationship: Detective Damien Nazario X Antihero F!MC (Name: Peach Park)

Warnings: Fight sequence, capitalism? Corruption. EROS, Guns.

Word Count Total: 2915

A/N: I had an idea and @ravenpuff02​ is such an inspirational help. She helped me with her reaction and I was aIso was thinking about the Halle Berry Catwoman movie. Peach is a vigilante by the name of Eclipse.

I was inspired by the prompt for the Monthly Challenge for August. This is for day 17 prompt: SURPRISE / PLOT TWIST. 

Hopefully it fulfils the prompt and is a different take on Damien. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

There is a part 2: A not so welcome interruption

CHOICES MASTERLIST

Tagged: @ravenpuff02 ​ @choicesficwriterscreations ​ @choicesmonthlychallenge​ @kimmiedoo5​

Tonight was meant to be a day off for Peach Park, as she sat on the building ledge a little distance away from the EROS warehouse. Her eye mask scanned the building for entrance and exit routes because Sloane was unwell to do recon this week. Peach didn’t mind because Sloane was amazing at what she does so Peach owed it to her. It was early morning, around two a.m as Peach absorbed the details the digital mask presented. Ten storeys high, lots of windows and metal support beams which could help her with stealth.

The breeze was a welcome feel as she munched her packet of blue Sour Patch Kids. That blue raspberry just hit that spot and it made her recon all the more exciting, plus she expected that the Sour Patch Kids company put some additives to help her fight better and faster. So far nothing was happening at the warehouse but the guards switched positions every half an hour which was both stupid and smart. Stupid because it gives Peach more windows of opportunity to infiltrate but smart because different guards with different skills take the place.

One guard wouldn’t have spotted her but the other guard would notice something so she couldn’t take a guard out during rotation. Peach was alone because Sloane was resting and Hayden was taking care of her so she did not have any back up. Her earpiece picked up the low rumble of a lorry as she sat up attentively, turning to the direction of the sound and spotting the lorry driving straight towards the warehouse entrance.

It seems like her night was going to get interesting as the lorry parked and the warehouse doors opened. A couple of men stepped out of the doors with metal crates, and they were loading them into the back of the lorry. She creased her eyes slightly, so the mask would zoom in and switch to x-ray mode to scan the contents of the crates. It was just as she expected, special ops grade weapons which were illegal across various nations.

EROS were a lowly corporation that sold high grade weapons to terrorists, who take over a country and EROS step in as a support charity that ‘help’ the people with relief aids. Pretending to good yet doing even worse as Peach shook away thoughts that would incite her rage. She needed to keep a cool head because tonight was only to gain information, no interference even though she wanted to intercept the lorry.

After an hour or so, the lorry was filled and the doors closed, it began driving away and Peach’s eye darted from the warehouse to the lorry. Although she was only supposed to formulate a plan to break into the warehouse, following the lorry could help her establish the route EROS take to selling their illegal weapons. Her mind was made up as she downed the rest of her tangy sweets, the tanginess sending a rush of adrenaline through her body. She blinked twice to get a lock on the licence plate of the lorry.

She bagged the rubbish in her belt and walked off the edge of the shipping container, landing on the seat of her motorbike which automatically inflated with a cushion to prevent damage to Peach. Hayden was an absolute genius with the gadgets and vehicles as the cushion deflated, and she pressed her palm on the body of the bike. Connecting the data of the mask to the bike and she locked on a signal to follow the lorry.

Peach pushed her foot down hard to start her motorbike and drove through the containers with a little distance away from the lorry. She pressed a button on the side of the motorbike handle which unfolded a plastic panel in front of her bike, a camouflage shield that allowed Peach to follow the lorry without getting spotted. Hayden really thought of everything, silent engine and a shield to camouflage. Plus a compartment to store Sour Patch Kids which was the best gift she got for her birthday. After a good hour drive from the warehouse, she entered the city.

It was slightly quiet as the roads were empty save for three / four cars. An almost perfect night for Peach and it wasn’t long before the car turned down a street and Peach turned after, the lorry drove through a gated underground car park, as she parked a few meters away. It was an hour and a half long journey and this building was EROS’s offices. Peach smiled at the surplus of information she gained tonight. Her heart was demanding her to break into EROS and burn it to the ground but it wasn’t time yet.

The path she was on was the best way to ensure EROS’s permanent death. Peach deactivated the shield and drove out the street, stopping on the side, to upload her data to Sloane’s computer. Her mask vision flashed red as the sound of a broken glass echoed, she glanced behind her, her vision zooming in to see four crooks, dressed in all black breaking into a bank. Peach sighed as she took a note of the upload progress: twenty five percent. She had time but she had to wake up early the next day for work. She could not afford to fight these guys and wake up with soreness.

After a few seconds of deliberation, the Sour Patch tanginess hit her and which made her head towards the bank. This was a terrible decision but it would take off the edge from the recon she did. Approaching near the buildings, she noticed that the entire glass wall was shattered and the four perps were inside, breaking into four ATMs. The alarm hadn’t gone off which was a smart thing as Peach stepped over the broken glass and behind the guys. One bag was filled with cash and she was tempted to just take it but her fists were aching for a fight.

She straightened her eye mask and black wig, looking down at her outfit. A black bodysuit underneath deep red plastic armor which helped her withstand bullets and knives. She folded her arms and exhaled loudly which caught the attention of the four guys. They were wearing masks of the cast of Ocean’s Eight which was just demeaning to the actresses. Peach smiled as she fanned herself.

“Oh my god! It’s Sandra Bullock. You were amazing in Miss Congeniality.”

They didn’t seem to appreciate her joke as they all raised their guns at her, one of them noticed her.

“It’s that Eclipse chick that broke into the West Anderson Bank on twelfth street. She ain’t taking this job from us.”

That bank job was going to haunt her for the rest of her life as she rubbed her face with disappointment.

“Look. That was one time, and I needed money for upgrades. So fellas, we have two options here: We split the money and walk away from one another. I won't beat you up and you can settle life in San Diego. Or you shoot those guns, I beat the shit out of you and I take the money. Your choice.”

Her eye mask scanned their heart rates steadily, as the one with the Helena Bonham Carter, Cate Blanchett and Rihanna masks lowered their guns slightly. The eye mask vibrated as the Bullock mask brought his finger to the trigger and took a shot at her. A loud bang erupted as the bullet zoomed and got Peach in the left chestplate. The impact of the bullet caused her to stumble. 'Sandra Bullock' lowered his gun to see his bullet didn't even make a dent in her armor as Eclipse brushed off the bullet, standing straight and shaking her hands.

“Okay, now that’s just rude.”

At that moment, time slowed, Peach ran up to ‘Sandra’ and slid on the floor, jutting one leg out and kicked ‘Sandra’ underneath his legs to make him land on his back. He was the obvious first target because he insulted Peach and with that, she grabbed his collar to rip away the mask and send a powerful punch down onto his jaw which immediately knocked the perp out cold. Her fighting has definitely gotten a lot better and she needed to thank Hayden for his help. ‘Cate Blanchett’ decided to take a shot at Peach to avenge his fallen comrade, bringing his gun and taking a shot from the back.

They never learn as Peach felt the vibration of the bullet hit the back shoulder armor. She rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder at ‘Cate’. Peach stood up to run at her next victim, sending a jab to his gut before swinging her elbow across his jaw which also knocked him out. She turned to find her two remaining perps running out of the bank and towards the getaway car. Wusses. She took a step when she heard the familiar sounds of police sirens approaching the open bank. She groaned at her fun being ruined as the driver door opened.

Seeing the person come out of the car made her smile widen like a cat as she took in the familiar black boots and tight fitting dark jeans, trailing up to a familiar red shirt under a black leather jacket. Long stubble and the slick backed brown hair as his tan skin glistened and she took in the fine specimen. Her favourite police officer, Detective Nazario. He had the familiar grimness to his face and he strutted towards Peach, stopping just before the wall where the glass would be, hands on his hips that made him look like a delightful menace.

“Papi! I was just wondering when you were gonna make your entrance.”

“It’s Detective.”

Peach would take any chance she could to mack on Detective Nazario: he was tall, grumpy and authoritative. Absolutely Peach’s type and the one good thing about being Eclipse, was that she could flirt without feeling embarrassed. The mask hid her real face and the truth was was that she would never have been able to go out with Detective Nazario in real life. He was too sleek and stylish to go out with her.

Detective Nazario just finished up with a day of reports which were a nightmare. They had been piling up for a week and since today was a quiet day, the Chief thought it was a good idea if he just typed up all his reports. Boredom struck him hard and after several cups of coffee he managed to finish his reports. He was driving home when he heard a report ring over the police scanner installed in his car: some fancy dress woman was breaking into Lowell bank in the Canarsie area. Damien rolled his eyes and pulled out a siren light, placing it on his dashboard and driving towards the location.

Stopping and parking the car just in front of the bank, stepping out to see Eclipse there with two guys by her feet. A black duffle bag by one of the ATM’s as he exhaled like a disappointed parent. Eclipse was a pain in his back as she would constantly break into EROS offices and now it seems to be banks. Clearly she broke her promise as Eclipse grinned at him with arms outspread. She welcomed him with ‘Papi’; although it sounded like rich whiskey dripping from her mouth, it was totally inappropriate because she was a criminal vigilante.

Peach raised an eyebrow as the Detective stepped into the bank and took in the scene. Two guys on the floor and a bag of cash must have looked dodgy to him and before he could scold her, Peach held her hands out to gesture at the guys on the floor.

“Before you say anything, these guys were stealing the hard earned money of the people of Brooklyn. They had a little accident with the glass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come on, you know I only steal from EROS and rich assholes.”

“Yeah, you’re a real robin hood figure. Does this mean you’re confessing?”

Peach enjoyed the game of debating morals with Detective Nazario, he would try to psych her out into confessing a crime so he can slap the handcuffs on her wrist and drag her to the police station. Soon as they would get to his car, she’d have picked the lock and run away by scaling the building with her grapple gun.

“It’s not a confession, it's a hypothetical opinion. Ever heard of ‘Eat the rich’? Same attitude, plus you need evidence.”

“Me and fifteen other cops saw you with a bag of cash at the West Anderson bank.”

The West Anderson Bank was EROS’s bank and Peach broke into it to steal all the important documents which highlighted their dealings with extremist leader, Daanish Sayeed. When she broke into the bank, the documents weren’t there but their money was and Peach was not going to give up the opportunity to take their cash and use it for good. She stole around a million from them but the place was surrounded by the cops and Detective Nazario. She scraped by to get out and stay under the radar for two months.

“That was for a good cause. Do you ever get my emails about EROS’s shady dealings with extremist leaders of the Middle East and Asia?”

“You sent those emails?”

Damien had been getting a few emails of documents from an anonymous source about EROS. He wasn’t sure who and from where but he did take it up to the Chief. The Chief then dismissed these papers false by having a forensic examiner show Damien the documents were altered. Since then, he never bothered to look into EROS. A small part of him believed she was right about EROS but the reality was, was that she was a criminal and she was accusing a charity of being some sort of organized crime organisation. She was in the wrong.

“Yes I did and I really hope you -” 

Before she could carry on, they heard a car door open. The both of them snapped their heads to Damien’s car as white paws hit the gravel. Damien’s face contorted to a bitter grimace as the face revealed floppy brown ears and black beaded eyes. A shiny black nose and an innocent aura as the beagle puppy bounded it’s way towards Damien’s feet. He had forgotten that he had picked up his sister Carina’s dog from the sitter’s. Carina had gone on holiday for a few weeks and Damien ‘kindly’ offered to dogsit with a bit of bribery.

His sister’s dog, Peanut was a small beagle pup of about fifteen weeks of age. Small for her size but she was a bright curious creature, right now Damien was confused about how Peanut opened a car door. Peach held her breath at the sight of the small puppy padding it’s way to Damien’s feet. Just when she thought he couldn’t get sexier, had a freaking dog. Correction: puppy and Peach was ready to throw her mask away and fall at Detective Nazario’s feet.

“Oh my god! It’s so fucking cute! What’s its name?”

Damien relented and told her the name, as she made her way towards the puppy to take it in her arms. Peanut welcomed her touch and brought it’s wet snout to her cheeks, it’s sandpaper rubbing on her cheek. At this moment, Peach felt she had died and was ready to go to jail if it meant seeing Damien and Peanut.

“Is she your new partner?”

“No. I’m dogsitting.”

Damien’s breath got stuck in his throat as she threw a soft smile towards him and for a moment he ignored the fact that he was a police detective and she was a vigilante. She was close and he noticed the way her costume fit snug on her body, it wasn’t bulky like he assumed it was. He wanted to take off her eye mask and absorb her face, examine the details and maybe brush his lips - wait! She was a criminal.

“You know, I’m almost tempted to throw away my mask.” Damien raised an eyebrow at her and she could tell he was amused from her words. “Almost.”

“Well maybe next time, I’d have to bring Peanut with me to get you into the car.”

“There’s a next time?”

“Although it’s against my job, I am intrigued by our encounters.”

Peanut was magical as Peach felt her guard relax. This was the closest thing to a date she had as she smiled at Detective Nazario. His face was threatening to break out into a smile and they felt a warm air swirl around them. Unfortunately their charged atmosphere was interrupted by a low groan as Peach and Damien turn to the perps on the floor. Both of them having forgotten the bank job. Damien wanted to spend more time with her and that moment he decided to let her go, he could always get her next time.

“Go on, make a run for it.”

Peach was stunned at his encouragement but gave a nod, handing Peanut back to Detective Nazario, completely ignoring the spark of electricity when her gloved hand brushed against his wrist. She sent a quick salute and jogged over to her bike, pushing the pedal hard before sending one last look to Detective Nazario.

“See you next time, Papi.”

“Don’t make me shoot you, Eclipse.”

[jungkookiebus]

Birthday Present (m)

I just loved this performance therefore I like the gif :D

Genre: smut

Pairing: Reader x nonIdol!Jimin x nonIdol!Jungkook

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, oral (f & m receiving), double penetration, just a lot of sex really

Word count: 7.6k+

Happy birthday, @1luvpjm ;)

Jungkook was slow. He was testing the waters. He brought his lips down slowly to yours and you had forgotten how soft they were. After all these years, memories of him in that dark hallway came flooding back to you. You moaned into his kiss and he took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you into him as he deepened the kiss. The only feeling you knew was Jimin; he was long, autumn evenings, sweaters too big for your arms, and snuggles under blankets while the snow fell outside. Jungkook was different; he was blazing summer days that burned into the night, sweat on your skin as you laid out in the August sun, and the rays of a sunset over sand.

“I hate this,” you murmur in a pout.

“Come on, babe, it’s just dinner.”

“With my parents,” you seethe.

It’s your birthday and this year your family was insistent that you had dinner at the fanciest restaurant they could get a VIP room for in your town. Last year you had forgone any celebrating with them to spend a weekend getaway with Jimin and if someone wanted to know if you regretted it, then they would have to get out their microscope; that is how much you actually did not care. Your family was conservative and notorious for conducting an inquisition each time you stepped foot into the house. That is why the moment you turned 18 you turned tail and ran as fast as you could in the opposite direction; to the other side of the country in fact. Two years later you met Jimin and after a year and a half of dating you moved in together. When your mother found out you swore you saw the mushroom cloud halfway across the country as her head exploded. Once they got it through their heads that you were staying together, their moods became an ambivalent lull. No amount of threatening worked because, after all, everything you had you paid for on your own. To have any financial ties to them would have proven disastrous so you worked your ass off since you moved out to make sure that never happened.

“It’ll be okay,” Jimin said as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It will not, and you know it.”

“Look, you already know they’re going to question you, and probably me, but we’re prepared for it. It’s not like we’re going in blind, right?”

“I can deal with what they’ll throw at me, what I don’t want them doing is questioning you.”

“I can handle myself. I’ve done it before.” He cast a gentle smile at you as he continued to drive.

He was right. He had handled every question that your parents had ever given him with poise and grace. He’s currently in his residency at your local hospital with the hopes of becoming an ER doctor, so at least your parents weren’t giving him shit about that. It was the fact that Jimin grew up very poor that gave your parents a sense of entitlement. You had always hated that about them. You grew up rich, got everything you ever wanted, but the affection you ever received from your parents came in the form of money and privilege. So, when you met Jimin and felt actual, true love for the first time it almost sent you running, but his firm grip on your heart and your waist kept you in place. Four years later and you wouldn’t change anything about your relationship.

“I hope you’re right,” you mumble again.

“Stop pouting you’ll get wrinkles,” he laughed. You swatted him playfully on the shoulder. He managed to deflect your hand as you tried again, and he firmly grasped your wrist before moving to entwine your hands. “Besides, I have a surprise for you later.”

“Oh?”

He hummed lightly. “I hope you like it.”

“I’ll like anything you have for me.”

“Maybe.”

You were about to ask when his phone ringing interrupted your conversation.

“Ah,” he said as he looked at his phone. He swiped the screen and answered. “Hey, Jungkook.”

You watched his face to see if you could deduce what the conversation was about, but Jimin remained impassive as he muttered a few “mhms” and “yeps” here and there without saying a full sentence.

“What was that about?” you asked as he hung up. Jungkook has been friends with Jimin since early college. You had met Jungkook first at a bar that ended with you making out with him in a seedy hallway leading to the bathrooms. He introduced you to Jimin shortly after your steamy make-out session and the rest was history. Jungkook had never felt any ill will towards you once you started dating Jimin, thankfully, and you both became good friends instead. You knew deep down inside if you had not met Jimin you would have ended up dating Jungkook.

“He just needed to tell me something about work,” he said while putting his phone back into the console. Jungkook was currently working in orthopedics at the hospital but knew about the current drama happening in the ER. “Taehyung was fucking around again and got some files mixed up.”

Seemed likely enough. Your mind settled back on to the thousands of possible questions that your parents might ask you tonight.

“Quit thinking so hard,” Jimin said. He broke you from your reverie and you hadn’t realized that you had settled into a daze. “You also quit breathing.” He said it almost as if he were reading your mind.

You let out a long exhale and smiled. “It’s fine, everything is going to be fine.”

A few minutes later and you were pulling up outside of the restaurant. An attendee was already waiting curbside to take the keys and park the car.

“Good evening,” he smiled pleasantly. “Just take this tag with you and when you exit the restaurant give it to Ian over there at the podium; we’ll have your car pulled up right away.”

Jimin gave him a smile before sliding the tag into his pocket and taking your hand in his. You both started to walk to the doors, and you looked up to look at his profile. His jaw was set, and his eyes were bright, and you felt a sense of relief when you looked at him. When you were with him, anything was possible, and you could defeat the biggest demons in your life. At that moment he looked down at you and grinned the most breathtaking grin that didn’t quite make his eyes disappear so you could see them sparkle as he looked at you.

“I love you. We’re going to be okay,” he assured you as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door for you.

A quick mention of your family’s name and the hostess was escorting you to the back of the already extremely ornate restaurant to an even more ornate private room in the back. You groaned inwardly as you saw not only your parents, but your grandparents and siblings as well. This was an unpleasant surprise. Your parents got the stick up their ass from your grandparents and, well, your siblings weren’t any better. Both had married into rich families themselves and held extremely profitable stock market jobs.

Jimin bowed low at the waist as you both entered. Your mother immediately stood up from her chair.

“Oh, _____, you look so beautiful!” she beamed, but behind her smile you saw the truth. Your dress didn’t come from the best boutique in town, nor was your hair done at a salon before you came. She was judging every bit of you in those few seconds. “And Jimin! You look as handsome as always!”

You watched as she took in his suit, which was not cheap, and pushed back black hair. He had at least run a brush through it before he left, but it definitely was not styled. You stared at the side of her face and almost dared her to say something. Pleasantries were exchanged amongst all of you and before you knew it you were seated in between Jimin and your youngest brother. To give your youngest brother some benefit, he also thought your parents were full of shit, but he 100% inherited their entitlement. You looked over at him as he gave you a tight smile as if saying, I don’t want to be here as much as you do.

“So, _______, what have you been up to as of late? How are your studies going? Still in English?”

And so it began. Your parents were furious when they found out you were majoring in Early Modern Literature. You had graduated with your Masters, and were currently working on your Doctorate, but that meant nothing to them; nothing good could come from being a Doctor of English.

“Yes, I’m currently writing my theses on the aesthetics of sin,” you said with confidence.

Jimin gave your knee an encouraging squeeze as your mom nearly spit her wine back into her glass.

She cleared her throat as she dabbed at her nearly perfect face. You saw through that mask of makeup and the way she was inside marred any beauty she once had.

“That’s lovely, dear,” she said with as much enthusiasm as an undertaker.

“What are you planning to do with it?” your grandfather piped in.

“I’ll teach on the University level, of course. If I stay there long enough, I can get tenured on to that staff and hopefully move on to full professorship.”

He huffed as if it were all a load of bull. You seethed on the inside and sensing it, Jimin gave your leg a squeeze before speaking. “She’s been working extremely hard on it. I’m proud of her.”

Your oldest brother rolled his eyes and you had to resist the urge not to launch yourself across the table and punch him in his face.

“How is your residency?” your father asked Jimin.

“It’s going well, sir. In a few months I’ll be finished up and I will begin my fellowship.”

“ER medicine if I remember correctly?”

“Correct, sir.”

Jimin was all politeness and formality when it came to your family. He didn’t want to give you any more reason for grief other than what your family would say.

“I’m sure you’ll find a good job here in Busan. They have many prestigious hospitals in the area.”

“That’s the plan, sir.”

“What do you think of ______ being a professor?” your older brother asked. You and your youngest brother visibly tensed at the question. If Jimin were uncomfortable he showed no signs.

“I think it’s wonderful. She’s pursuing her passion and doing it well.” He paused to smile down at you and give your hand a gentle squeeze. “I would never ask her to be any different.”

That’s when your mother asked the question that sent varying feelings flying under the door and out into the restaurant.

“Isn’t it a shame though? That she didn’t use her talents and knowledge on anything better?”

Your mouth gaped open so far that you were sure some of the bread you had just bitten into fell out. Your brother next to you breathed out fast in exasperation as if saying, Here we go. Your dad’s facial expression was placid as if saying he thought the same thing but wasn’t going to bring it up until after dessert.

“Mom…,” you said lowly. You were about to placate her, defend yourself, anything to have this dinner go as smooth as possible so you could run out at the end.

You felt the anger roiling off Jimin. His hand grew heated in yours and his jaw clenched imperceptibly as your gazed slowly dragged to his face.

“With all due respect, ma’am,” he emphasized the ma’am as if say he were still being polite while throwing a silent ‘fuck you’ in her face, “_____ is doing exactly what she set out to do. Her talents and her knowledge are being used exactly where they need to be and if you can’t deal with that then you can go fuck yourself.”

It was your turn to choke on the wine you were currently chugging out of your glass. Your brother next to you broke out into a chortled laugh he was momentarily trying to keep in. Your father stood from his chair.

“What did you just say?!” he shouted down to Jimin.

Jimin remained as passive as ever as he looked at your father.

“I said, you can go fuck yourself. All of you. You think you’re so…so entitled that you can sit here and berate your own child about her passions? Did you ever once think that the way you demean her could have some long-lasting effect on her life? Probably not!” he said throwing up his hands. “Because all you fucking do is think about yourself. I was going to sit here and be civilized.” He stood up from his chair in that moment. “But you know what? Civility went out the window the moment you let her go at 18 without a care in the world how she ended up. So, all of you,” he said as he gestured to everyone around the table, “can go fuck yourselves.”

You were still in your seat in shock with your brother openly laughing next to you now. Tears streamed down his face as he began to clap. “This is the best dinner I’ve been to in years.”

“Oh, shut up, Woosung, you’re just as bad as the rest of us,” your oldest brother spat at him.

Jimin grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you up from your chair and towards the door. Jimin paused with his hand on the handle before turning back around to the scene before him. Your dad was still standing, red in the face, your mother wasn’t much different; and Woosung was still laughing as he casually sipped his wine.

“And you might be her father, but when we’re at home she calls me daddy.”

Woosung spit the red wine he was drinking all over the tablecloth and your brother. Your father made a move towards Jimin, but your mom grabbed his sleeve before he could go any further.

Jimin quickly pulled you from the room, through the restaurant, and out the front door. He pulled the tag from his pocket and handed it to the attendant. “Make it quick, Ian.”

Seeing that Jimin was in no joking mood, he quickly sprinted off into the adjacent parking lot.

“What the fuck!?” you laughed out when you finally found your voice.

Jimin turned to you in surprise. You immediately squished both of his cheeks between your hands before you landed a wet kiss on his lips.

“That was the best birthday present I could ever ask for,” you said while drawing back from his face.

“It was hardly a present,” he mumbled through his squished lips, “and it needed to be said anyhow.”

“I love you, you know that right?”

For what felt like an eternity you gazed in one another’s eyes. A cool breeze lifted your hair and tickled the apples of Jimin’s cheeks and in that precious, single moment he saw the whole world in your eyes. Every hopeless thought he ever had was banished at that moment and he felt like his heart would flare inside his chest and burn out like a dying star. In your eyes he saw every good memory, every good morning kiss, fight in a rainstorm, and Sunday morning drives to the coast.

“I love you, _____,” he whispered.

Your reverie was broken when the attendant parked your car alongside the curb and stepped out.

“Your car, sir.”

“Thank you,” Jimin said as he handed the man a tip.

“Now let’s get you home for that surprise.”

“What is it exactly?”

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you. I need to text someone really quick.” He proceeded to send a quick text before buckling in and putting the car in drive. You were scarcely out of the driveway when you turned to see your family falling out of the front door in a heaving mass of angry faces and flailing limbs. Your father was shouting at your mother and your youngest brother was clearly sloshed with the amount of wine he had been chugging. Both grandparents looked as if they’d rather be anywhere else but there. With a silent laugh to yourself you turned back to Jimin to grab his hand for the duration of the ride home.

When you arrived home, you inhaled the familiar scent as soon as you crossed the threshold. All the soft lamps that you had left on before you had gone left the house in a warm, inviting glow. You quickly pulled off the heels you had dug out of the recesses of your closet and tossed them with the other shoes by the door.

“I’m starving,” you said as you made your way to the kitchen. “Should have saved your ‘fuck yous’ until at least after the appetizer.”

Jimin laughed as he came into the kitchen with you munching down on a granola bar you had found in the cabinet.

“The opportunity arose, and I took it, babe,” he said as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair.

“What’s the surprise?” you asked between chews. “Because I’m starting to think it was you going off on my parents.”  

Jimin laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head. You started to get nervous.

“Jimin?”

“Uh, remember when we talked about our fantasies?”

You wracked your brain to remember the entirety of that conversation. A lot of what you had discussed had been some run-of-the-mill stuff.

“Yea…”

“What was one of the things you wanted to try the most?”

“…a threesome?”

Jimin continued to rub his neck.

“…Jimin? What’s going on?”

“Do you trust me?”

You gulped loudly.

“I, uh, set up a surprise for you. Something that you wanted. I’m going to talk to you about it here because if you’re uncomfortable I want you to say so…”

All you could do was stare and hold your breath.

“I asked Jungkook if he’d like to join us.”

The granola wrapper fell from your hand as you choked on the dry fragments of the bar.

“Excuse me?” you said between tears.

“Oh god, this was a terrible idea,” he said putting his head in his hands.

“I didn’t say that, but why would you want to do this?”

“It’s something you wanted to do.”

“Yea but are you comfortable with this. Jungkook is your best friend.”

Jimin beamed at you then. “That’s why I asked him and not just some random stranger. I trust Jungkook and I trust you.”

“And he’s okay with this?”

“Of course. It goes without saying that he loves both of us. When I first asked him, he was a little surprised that I’d share.” You emphatically nodded at that; thinking the same thing. “But if this is something you want, I feel comfortable sharing you with Jungkook.”

“I’m only okay with this if you’re 100% sure this is something you can do,” you said finally.

“I’m more than okay, ______,” he said as he walked around the counter to you.

He lazily put his hands on your hips and brought his lips down to your ear.

“Besides,” he whispered, “I’ve always kinda wanted to see you get fucked by someone besides me.”

A shiver ran from the top of your head and all the way down to your toes. You let out a shaky breath as Jimin placed a kiss to the soft spot below your ear.

“So, if you’re okay with this, Jungkook is already here and waiting in our room.”

So that is why Jungkook called earlier and he was probably the one Jimin texted when your dinner was cut short. He took your hand and slowly led you down the hallway to your room. From your vantage point you saw that the soft bedside light was on inside. Nervousness laced through your veins along with a tinge of excitement. You had only ever known Jungkook as a friend except for when you first met. Ever since Jimin, you had never given Jungkook a second thought. Yes, he was overly attractive and so nice that he would give the clothes off his back, but as a sexual thought in your mind? No. You froze midway to the door. Jimin turned back to look at you.

“Is everything okay?” He took in the frightened look on your face.

“What if this changes things? Maybe we should ask a stranger.”

Jimin quickly gathered you into his arms. “Jungkook and I have already discussed this at length. If anything, I’m worried you might like him more.”

“That’s bullshit,” your words muffled in his chest. You felt him vibrate at his small chuckle.

“Good to know. Come on.” He led you the rest of the way to the door before slowly pushing it open.

Jungkook lounged nonchalantly on your shared bed as he scrolled through his phone.

“Shit hit the fan at dinner?” His eyebrows raised as he looked you both up and down. You appreciated his comfortable banter.

“You could say that,” Jimin said as he loosened the tie at his neck. “I’ll spare you the details for later. You’ll find it highly entertaining.”

You stood stock still and fiddled with the pocket on your dress.

“You okay, _____?” Jungkook asked.

Your nervous sigh came out a little stuttered. With that Jungkook rose from the bed and walked up to you. You side glanced nervously in Jimin’s direction, but he chuckled as he turned from you and continued to undo the cufflinks on his sleeve. Jungkook was standing before you casually dressed in a white t-shirt and dark jeans. His shoes were off. Were his boots at the door and you missed them? Jungkook raised his hand tentatively to place his open palm on your cheek.

“Relax, ______. We’ll take care of you,” he smiled.

You shouldn’t have been as turned on by that as you were. It would certainly take you a minute or two to warm up to this, however.

“I trust you,” you whispered. You licked your lips nervously and cast your eyes downward. When you looked back up again, he was staring at your now wet bottom lip.

“Can I kiss her, hyung?” he asked the question while still looking at you. You were too petrified to look elsewhere as you heard a distant ‘go ahead’ in answer.

Jungkook was slow. He was testing the waters. He brought his lips down slowly to yours and you had forgotten how soft they were. After all these years, memories of him in that dark hallway came flooding back to you. You moaned into his kiss and he took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you into him as he deepened the kiss. The only feeling you knew was Jimin; he was long, autumn evenings, sweaters too big for your arms, and snuggles under blankets while the snow fell outside. Jungkook was different; he was blazing summer days that burned into the night, sweat on your skin as you laid out in the August sun, and the rays of a sunset over sand.

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. Did this feel wrong? A nagging thought at the back of your mind made you think this was very wrong, but with Jimin in the room and approving pushed that thought farther back in your mind. Jungkook grabbed the hair close to your nape to pull your head back so he could deepen the kiss further. It was about that time that you felt a pair of familiar hands settle firmly on your hips. You felt Jimin’s plush lips kiss down the side of your neck and to your shoulder.

“Go gentle on her, Jungkook,” he said between kisses.

You broke away from the kiss long enough to say, “What if I don’t want him to be gentle?”

“I always knew you were a dirty slut,” Jungkook said as he pulled your hair back harder to place a bruising kiss right below your jawline.

“You don’t have to make the marks so obvious,” Jimin said sternly from behind you.

Jungkook almost looked sheepish when he looked at Jimin. “Sorry, hyung.”

Jimin grabbed the zipper at the back of your dress and slowly unzipped it.

“Watch as I undress her, Kook,” he said to the man in front of him.

Jungkook took a step back to admire what Jimin was doing. You quickly cast your eyes downward as his hands moved to your shoulders to push the dress off. He placed his hand under your chin to bring your face back up.

“Look at Kook, baby.”

Your eyes connected with Jungkook’s and within them you saw a thousand fires; his pupils were blown wide with lust as he gazed at you. He sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth as Jimin slowly started to slide your dress off your shoulders. You instinctively rubbed your thighs together when a moan came out of both men at what you had on underneath. You thanked the heavens above for having selected actual lingerie when you got dressed today. The soft pink lace of your bra was slowly revealed and as Jimin pulled it lower they caught glimpse of the matching panties and garters that held your stockings.

“God baby, did you know about this surprise after all?” Jimin moaned as he pulled one of the garter straps and let it snap back against your skin.

Your breath hitched as he palmed your ass through the panties. “N-no.”

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jungkook breathed out. His cock was now very prominent in his tight jeans.

“Let’s put on a show for him, shall we?” Jimin said as his left arm came across your chest and held you firmly against him.

He slowly let his right hand graze over your breast, sending goosebumps in its wake, and making you stand out against the thin, fabric lace. A small moan escaped you as he let his fingers graze the skin of your stomach and to the waistband of your panties. You pushed your thighs together as he began to slide his hand underneath.

“Uh-uh, baby. Spread ‘em,” Jimin breathed into your neck.

Your body obeyed instantly. Jimin moaned in approval as he moved his hand to the outside of your panties instead. He slowly rubbed his hand over you as you whimpered.

“What do you want?” Jimin asked.

A sudden thought flashed in your mind. “I want Jungkook to control your movements.”

You looked across to Jungkook who cocked an eyebrow as he palmed himself over his pants. Before you could blink, he was unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out while sitting on the edge of the bed. He began stroking himself as he said ‘gladly’ in such a dark tone you were practically soaking your panties.

“Okay, Kook, you’re in charge now,” Jimin said as he stopped all movement.

“Hold her still, but play with her nipples first,” Jungkook said. You watched him languidly stroke himself as he watched you through hooded eyes.

Jimin brought his right hand up again to tweak the nearest nipple through the fabric of your bra. You arched your back into his touch when he slid the right side of your bra down to expose your skin to the air. Your nipples hardened even more as the cool air skated across your chest.

“Take her bra off.”

Jimin knew this bra, thankfully, as he reached over and undid the front clasp. He took his hand away momentarily to slide it off your shoulders and discarded it to the side before pulling you flush to his chest again.

“Such beautiful tits. No one wonder you’ve kept her around for so long, Chim.”

“She has other beautiful assets as well, Jungkook,” he said pointedly while placing a kiss to your shoulder. He had meant it to sound harsh, but it didn’t come out that way as he was suddenly distracted by your now bare chest.

“I’m only kidding. I know she’s perfect in many ways.”

“You almost sound like you’re in love with her, Kook.”

“I was the first person to make out with her if we’re on the subject of people in this room.”                                                                                                                    

“Watch yourself,” Jimin said lowly.

You wanted to be touched. Badly. “Okay, boys, let’s get back to the matter at hand.”

“So needy,” Jungkook said from his place on the bed. “Play with her tits some more.”

This time Jimin used both of his hands on you. He kneaded both in his hands before pinching and pulling harshly on your nipples. You cried out as you breathed heavily against Jimin’s hands.

“Do you like that ______?” Jungkook asked.

All you could do was let out a soft moan as Jimin continued to assault your breasts.

“Answer him,” Jimin said as he delivered a particularly harsh twist to one of your nipples.

“Ah, fuck! Yes! I love it!”

“Fuck, hyung. Touch her pussy.”

You sighed heavily. This is exactly what you wanted. Chills followed Jimin’s touch as he let hand his trail down your stomach once more and to the thin lace covering you. He took a moment to undo the straps of the garters, slide your panties down to your ankles and toss them aside with your bra. He made his way back up to touch you once again. Shivers ran through your body in anticipation.

“Don’t tease her,” Jungkook said darkly.

“As you wish,” Jimin murmured.

He bit harshly into your shoulder as he brought his fingers to your clit and started to rub circles on you. Jimin felt like the was trying to tell an entire story in that moment. His left arm was braced firmly across your chest as he held on tightly to your right shoulder. You felt his mouth, open, and breathing hotly against the side of your face as his ministrations on your clit sped up. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder as his fingers deftly brought you to the place only Jimin could take you.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed against your cheek.

“Fuuuck, Jimin.”

You dared to look at Jungkook in that moment. Sweat had his hair stuck to his forehead as he furiously pumped his cock at the sight of you coming undone under Jimin’s touch.

“God, Kook, I think you made her more wet. If that were even possible.”

Jimin began placing hot kisses along your neck and shoulders. He was soon biting harsh bruises into the junction between the two that left you writhing even more. His left hand was surely leaving a bruise at this point with the way he was holding you firmly against him while you continued to lose function of your legs.

“I want to taste her.”

“Do you want that, baby?” Jimin whispered hotly in your ear.

“God, yes. I want it so bad, Jimin.”

Jimin lifted his hand away from you and brought his fingers to your mouth.

“Open up.”

He slowly slid two fingers in your mouth. You took your time wrapping your lips around his fingers tightly before sucking them both clean; his fingers coming out of your mouth with an audible pop. Jungkook was removing all his clothing when Jimin let go of you.

“Go lay on the bed,” Jimin demanded in an even tone.

You lay horizontally on the bed as Jungkook loomed over you looking at you hungrily while Jimin undressed elsewhere in the room. A small yelp escaped you as Jimin grabbed you underneath your arms and pulled you to the edge of the bed, effectively hanging your head off the edge and face to face with his cock. Below, you felt Jungkook crawling onto the bed as he hooked his arms around your thighs. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he lightly kissed the inside of your thigh and made his way to where you wanted him the most.

“Jungkook, please,” you whimpered.

“What do you want him to do?” Jimin whispered from above you.

“I want him to fuck me with his mouth.”

“You heard the lady.”

“And who am I to deny her?” Jungkook asked the rhetorical question before licking hole to clit.

Your body involuntarily shook when his tongue started to make deft circles around your clit. His fingers tightened their grip on the junction between your hips and thighs as he brought his face deeper into your pussy, bringing you to new heights. You could have sworn he was composing a song with the way his mouth was moving on you. Jimin was no stranger to eating you out, and he did it well, but where Jimin was slow and thoughtful, Jungkook was trying to bring you to the edge as fast as possible. At that moment Jimin took that opportunity to tap your lips.

“Open up,” he said, cock already in hand. From your current position he was able to slip his cock easily into your mouth, swallowing as he hit the back of your throat.

“God dammit if you swallow like that I’m going to cum here and now.”

Below you, Jungkook slid two fingers inside of you and immediately curved them upwards, thrusting them in perfect timing with his tongue. You let a long, drawn out moan around Jimin’s cock. His body jerked in reaction and he caught himself by his hands on either side of your torso.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” he asked as he looked below even though you were unable to see him. You tapped his thigh twice to give him the go ahead. He continued looking so that he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth as he started to slowly thrust into your mouth. One look at Jungkook, however, had his pace in your mouth speeding up.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how hot it is to see Jungkook eating you out?” You moaned around his cock as he continued to let it hit the back of your throat with each thrust. “How does she taste?”

Jungkook looked as equally as fucked out when took a deep inhale of air that he wasn’t aware he was depriving himself of when he pulled off you enough to answer Jimin.

“The sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.” His face glistened with how wet you were. He didn’t wait a second beat before he was diving back in between your legs. You could feel in the pit of your stomach that you were going to cum soon; your thighs tensed around Jungkook’s head as he continued his ministrations on your now engorged clit, his fingers still thrusting inside of you.

Jimin pulled out of you and kneeled on the floor in front of your face. Your throat was on fire and your face was wet where drool had started to collect and slide out of the corners of your mouth. He took both thumbs to wipe the spit from your mouth but left the tears that continued to stream out of the corners of your eyes. You could cry from how good Jungkook was making you feel.

“Are you going to cum in Jungkook’s mouth baby?”

“Oh god I want to so bad, Jimin,” you moaned.

“Are you going to let her cum, Kook?”

Jungkook moaned in agreement and your back arched as the vibrations pulsed across your clit.

Jimin brought his face to yours. “Look at me.”

Through your lust filled haze you managed to open your eyes and look into his.

“Concentrate on Kook and my words, baby.”

Your mouth fell open in a silent consent.

“Does his mouth feel good on you? I want you to cum for both of us, _____, then we’re both going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Would you like that, baby? Have both of our cocks inside of you? I bet you would, wouldn’t you? You’re such a cockslut.”

Your orgasm was fast approaching and Jungkook could tell as you continued to arch your back and hold it there in a rigid tension of muscles as you willed your release to fall over the edge. He gave a few harsh sucks to your clit before you were cumming so hard your eyes were rolling back into your head. You heard Jungkook’s drawn out moan as you finally reached your high. Jimin caught your moans with his mouth as he brought it down on yours to kiss you firmly as you came in Jungkook’s mouth. He slowly pulled his fingers from you and you could hear as he sucked each one clean.  

“God that was fucking hot,” he said as he up righted himself on the bed.

You felt yourself being jerked in the other direction as Jungkook wrapped his hands around your calves.

“Sorry, Chim, I gotta feel her real quick.”

Before you knew it, he was thrusting his cock to the hilt inside of you. You cried out in pain, pleasure, and overstimulation. He had barely given you enough time to come down from your orgasm when he started to thrust inside of you harshly.

“Yes, you’re just as fucking tight around my cock as I imagined.”

You looked up to appreciate the sheen of sweat that was covering Jungkook’s body now. In the low lights of the room, it cast an attractive highlight to every muscle he had. His mouth hung open as he held one of your legs to his chest and watched his cock disappear inside of you. Surprise overtook you when he pulled out, his cock red and throbbing.

“I just wanted to feel that for a minute,” he breathed out in a small laugh.

Jimin got onto the bed and propped himself against the pillows. “She feels great, huh?”

“Better than expected.”

“Hey,” you laughed, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Jungkook said as he reached to help you into a sitting position.

“Come here, ______,” Jimin said tapping in the general area of his lap. “I want you to ride me.”

You got up shakily and as well as your legs would carry you across the bed as you crawled to him.

“Are you okay?” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Great,” you smiled as you briefly kissed him. You positioned yourself above his cock, holding it firmly in your hand before sinking down on him. His head fell back against the headboard as he bottomed out inside of you. A small sigh escaped your lips at the familiar feeling of him. Jimin was home; Jimin was love and it was a completely different feeling from Jungkook. Knowing exactly what you and Jimin both liked, you leaned back carefully, placing both hands on his thighs before setting a rhythm with your hips. He kept a firm grasp on your hips to help you bounce on his cock.

“You look so fucking good like this, baby.”

“Yea? You like it when I fuck you like this?” You let your head fall to the side as you looked for Jungkook. He was stroking himself again as he watched you ride Jimin. “I want you to kiss me again, Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he brought is hand to the back of your head and melded his lips with yours. You were both tongue and teeth as he held you there while still rubbing his cock.

Jungkook pulled away from you after a moment. “I have kind of a weird question.”

You slowed your hips on Jimin and in turn Jimin looked at Jungkook inquisitively.

“Do you like anal?”

You laughed out loud and Jimin’s eyes disappeared in a full face smile.

“She fucking loves anal, dude.”

Jungkook outwardly moaned. “Fuck I’m so glad I agreed to this.”

“Look in the bedside drawer,” Jimin said as he motioned his head towards it. Jungkook pulled it open and saw what Jimin must have been talking about. He pulled the lube out and tossed it onto the bed beside you.

Jimin shimmied himself down off the pillows, taking you with him. He pulled you to his chest to kiss you as passionately as possible, but it ended up being a messy, lust filled kiss that found no cadence. You rocked your hips slowly into him as you kissed along his jaw and then sucked his earlobe between your teeth. You felt your ass being spread in Jungkook’s firm hands.

“Such a pretty ass.”

You gasped when you felt his tongue on you. Slow and tentative he pushed it inside. When you didn’t resist or object, he continued a little more aggressively, especially when you moaned in contentment. This man could eat ass as well as he could eat pussy. Before you could get too into it, he was pulling away again. You heard the distinctive pop of lube being opened then the cool touch of Jungkook’s finger along the rim. He experimentally pushed one finger in. Your head came up a fraction from Jimin as you moaned.

“Having both holes filled is going to be the best feeling,” you groaned.

“I’m having the hardest time not fucking you into next week right now,” Jimin said. “Stop talking like that and let Kook prep you.”

“Yes, sir,” you said with a slight smirk.

Jungkook took that opportunity to bring his hand down hard on your ass cheek.

“Fuck!” you yelled.

“Listen to Jimin, _____.”

More lube was placed on you as he added another finger. He slowly moved them in and out, letting you adjust to the intrusion. He scissored them slightly, creating room for himself. You tried to stifle your moans but were unsuccessful as Jimin started placing small, kitten kisses along your jaw and neck.

“You keep clenching around me. It’s so hard for me not to fucking ruin you with my cock. I want to fuck you so badly that you’d be crying loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

Jungkook added a third finger.

“And then every time they see you in the hallway all they’ll be able to think about is how you love to be fucked by multiple cocks.”

Jungkook’s thrusts were becoming harsher, but all you could feel was pleasure.

“I’m ready, Jungkook,” you breathed out.

His fingers disappeared and you felt the bed dip low as he kneeled behind you. The tip of his cock was at your ass and you arched your back even more to ease his entrance. Slowly, he slid inside inch by inch until he was bottomed out inside of you. All three of you let out a collective moan. Jimin started to move first, setting a rhythm before Jungkook joined him. Together, they set a punishing rhythm that had you writhing between them. Before long, you were all limbs, sweat, and breaths between heartbeats. Jungkook was leaning over you, raining kisses along your shoulders, while Jimin’s fingers bruised into you hips. Both were whispering praises to you that fell on deaf ears for everyone. You were one, but separated, each feeling their own sensation in the moment. The room was hot and heavy, the smell of sex lingered in your nose. The hot drip of Jungkook’s sweat fell between your shoulder blades and ran down your back, intermingling with your own. Jimin’s plush, pillow lips were opened in ecstasy as he fucked up into you. It was all so much, and you felt your next orgasm mounting again.

“She’s going to cum soon,” Jimin choked out. He knew your body and he knew it well. You had no voice any more; you were doing well to stay conscious. “When she cums, that’s it. She won’t be able to go much longer.”

“Good thing I’m close,” you heard Jungkook grunt out behind you.

A few more thrusts from both and your vision blacked out as your orgasm hit in one heavy wave.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered as your orgasm increased tenfold with both still thrusting inside of you.

“Dammit.” You felt Jungkook pull out of you and moments later warm cum landed on your ass. He groaned loudly behind you as his forehead came to rest on the middle of your back.

“Move, Kook,” you heard Jimin growl.

He was fast. As soon as Jungkook was out of the way Jimin had you thrown onto your back and was pounding into you so hard you were sure you blacked out again. Before too long you felt him cum inside of you before he released his full body weight on top of you.

Your ears roared with the silence that now filled the room. The only sounds were heavy breathing that slacked into shorter breaths as everyone collected themselves. Jimin groaned as he pulled out of you and flopped to the side. Jungkook was a hand’s width away from you on the other side.

“Well,” Jungkook broke the silence. “I can definitively say this is the most fun I’ve had in a while…and the best sex.”

You snorted as Jimin laughed.

“Don’t get used to it, buddy,” Jimin said as he laid his arm across his eyes.

“Damn.”

“That…was a great birthday present. Really. Thanks to both of you,” you said when you were finally able to catch your breath. “I’m just sad that I need to change these sheets before I can go to sleep.”

Both men laughed out loud.

“I’m staying here, right?” Jungkook asked.

“Yea, I fixed the spare up for you earlier,” Jimin answered. “You know where everything is.”

Jungkook rolled over to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Happy birthday, ______.”

You looked over to see him smiling brightly. “Thank you, Jungkook.” You placed your palm on his cheek affectionately before he rolled off the bed, gathered his clothes and went to the door.

“See you guys in the morning.”

“G’night, Kook,” Jimin yawned next to you.

Once he was gone from the room you rolled over to Jimin and placed your arm over his waist.

“I love you.”

His lifted his arm from his eyes to look at you. “I love you, too. Enjoyed yourself?”

“Very much.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I know,” you laughed.

The next morning both men woke up early, struggling to find a way to hide a ring in a stack of pancakes.

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[sunniebelle]

31 Days of Doctor Who Fics- A Chance Encounter

Ten x Rose AU

With flights cancelled, two strangers decide to drive across England to get to their destination. Is it friendship that they feel or could it be something more?

A03

Rose Tyler held back a groan of frustration as another teller informed her that her flight, and indeed, all flights leaving the airport were cancelled. Even better news was no one knew how long it would take to get them going again.

Letting a breath slowly out through her nose, so she doesn’t scream in frustration, she turned and walked back to the crowded waiting area of the airport.

Trying not to look at anyone around her, she takes the first seat she finds. It just so happens to be next to a very handsome man with really great hair and a pair of specs that admittedly look really sexy on him. Trying to control her thoughts and her blush, she settles her handbag at her feet and tries to look anywhere but at him.

“Flights still cancelled, eh?”

God, even his voice is sexy. Beginning to wonder if she accidentally ingested an aphrodisiac, she turns to find a pair of chocolate-brown eyes staring back at her.

“Yes, unfortunately. And apparently no one knows when they’ll be running again.” She shouldn’t—she never knows when paparazzi are going to spring out of nowhere for a photo of the Vitex heiress—but she can’t seem to help herself, so she extends her hand out to him.

“I’m Rose, by the way. Rose Tyler.”

His grip is firm, his hand warm, as he shakes her hand. “Doctor Johnathan McCrimmon. Tyler. Tyler. Why does that name sound familiar? Wait, are you related to Peter Alan Tyler? The owner of Vitex?”

“’S my father.” She tries to hide a smile as his eyes get huge.

“You’re the Vit—” he nearly shouts, before she shushes him.

“You’re the Vitex heiress?!” he asks in a loud whisper. “Blimey. Never thought I’d find myself talking to an heiress. Good businessman, Peter Tyler. But I got to say that Vitex drink is rubbish.”

At her snort of laughter he seems to realize what he just said and is turning a delightful shade of red.

“Sorry, that was rude wasn’t it. My sister, Donna, is always going on about how rude I am. Rude and not ginger, that’s me.”

“It’s alright. I don’t much care for it either. Just don’t tell my dad or the press that.”

Seeing his smile, she’s pretty sure if she were standing, she’d be going weak in the knees.

“So then, Rose Tyler. What brings you to the airport?”

Over the next two hours they talk about random things, laughing and teasing each other like they were old friends getting reacquainted.

Neither one of them really seemed to want to leave the other’s company, but they did have places to be, so the Doctor—as she had started to call him, just to see his smile, and the crinkles around his eyes that would appear, when she did so—offered to go check on the flight details.

A few minutes later he came back with the same—but slightly worse— information, instead of an unknown period of time, it was now indefinitely.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. You said you have to get to Edinburgh, yeah? I’m going to Carlisle, and it’s only a couple hours further to Edinburgh. What if we drove?”

He sat back in his seat, seeming to think about this. “Excellent idea, actually. We could split the cost of a rental and petrol, and make it there before dark, at least to Carlisle anyway. Certainly better than waiting here for a flight that might never happen.”

She gave him a tongue touched smile and flushed a bit when his gaze landed on her mouth. She pulled out her mobile and within a few minutes had arranged for a car to be dropped off at the front entrance of the airport.

“Um, Rose? Uh, I think they’ve found you.”

She looked up to see what he was referring to, and her heart sank to see several paparazzi making their way through the crowds over to her. 

Suddenly Johnathan’s hand was clasped in hers, and when she looked up at him, he had a manic smile on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Run!” he whispered, pulling her to her feet. 

They made their way through the crowd, barely getting apologies out as they jostled people and tried to avoid knocking anyone over in their hurry. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much.

When they got to the entrance, they made it past security with a flash of their ID’s. Although she didn’t hear what Johnathan said to the officer, she noticed that the half dozen camera-wielding men got trapped at the door.

She didn’t know if it was karma, providence, or just really excellent timing, but their rental car was pulling up to the curb just as the paparazzi managed to make their way through security. 

Dashing to the car, Rose signed the form in a hurry that the man was droning on about, while Johnathan started the car. Once she was in the car, they were driving away just as the group of photographers reached the curb.

For the space of several heartbeats there was silence in the car, then they were suddenly laughing hysterically. It wasn’t until their sides ached and Johnathan complained about not being able to see for the tears in his eyes, that they stopped laughing and teasing each other about their little getaway adventure.

When Rose looked down at her feet, she noticed the bag she’d forgotten about in all the madness. Realizing he must have grabbed it for her, she suddenly leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. Her face reddened when he quickly turned his head to her, his eyes large and the surprise evident on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, obviously having to make an effort to focus on his driving instead of looking at her.

“Sorry, I...well, thank you.” She said, her words escaping her.

“What? I mean, you’re welcome? What did I do that required thanking, though? I didn’t really even do anything.”

“Actually you did. First you helped me escape a very awkward situation that could have been quite the spectacle. And second...I don’t know when the last time was I had such fun. And certainly never while trying to escape the paparazzi.”

He smiled that make-her-knees-go-weak smile at her again. “You’re most welcome, Rose Tyler.”

An hour later they agreed to stop for tea and a rest. Rose marveled a bit that she was so comfortable with this man who was practically a complete stranger. Their conversation through tea and during their drive never seemed to lull; their topics ranged far and wide, and their laughter was frequent.

Roughly five hours later, she was directing him to her destination, her voice subdued now that their time together was drawing to a close. It was only then that the silence became heavy.

Sitting in front of the building, Rose finally glanced over and caught him staring at her. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. When his jaw snapped shut and he turned his head to face the front, she spoke.

“I’m suddenly really glad our planes got cancelled, Doctor, otherwise I might never have met you.” She felt oddly choked up, forcing herself to swallow the lump gathering in her throat.

She leaned towards him and gave him another lingering kiss on the cheek, her fingers tracing his sideburns. As she pulled back, he surged forward and captured her lips in a tender, lingering kiss that made tears burn behind her eyes. She felt his hand cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against her jaw.

What was it about this man that made her feel like she was leaving part of her heart behind?

“I really don’t like goodbyes, and I really hope that this is not one. So at the risk of being extremely presumptuous, I’ll say see you later, Rose Tyler.” He whispered against her lips, causing a tingling sensation to race down her spine.

“Me, too.” she said.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her business card, tucking it into his lapel pocket.

Before she could change her mind, she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. 

Her steps slowed the closer she got to the door. Her mind adamantly told her to keep walking.  

Not knowing what she would find or what would happen, she turned around, her eyes and heart searching for the chocolate-brown orbs of one unforgettable man.

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Part of @writersmonth Writing Challenge for August 2019. All rights for Doctor Who and it's characters belong to the BBC. Day 4 prompt: road trip 

(Also tagging @doctorroseprompts)