"God, Erica," Liam laughs, wrestling her off, "Okay, I get it. For fucks sake. I thought we were talking about your living situation anyway."
"Yeah, well," she sighs, letting herself fall sideways so she can lean up on one elbow, Liam's feet tucked under her ribs, and run her other hand through Theo's coat, "Not all of us are gonna luck out and stumble into blissful cohabitation with our soulmate, are we? I'll settle for somewhere with a roof and a working toilet at this point."
Written for @teenwolffemslashcollection Summer Bingo, prompt: and they were roomates.
Summary: You are the right hand man to Kim Soojin, owner of one of the biggest ‘studios’ that specializes in prostitution. You’ve seen plenty of men that work in the business, but this one in particular stood out. Rules say you can’t get involved with any of the sex workers, but your heart and mind have other plans.
A/N: This was a request made by @brittbrat2017, I hope this is what you were wanting~
You took a sip from your cup, coffee burning your tongue as it slid across it. You quickly swallowed, setting your cup down next to the documents scattered along the table. The shop was buzzing with noise, the smell of coffee beans filled your nostrils.
"Have you found any new workers lately?" a voice across from you asked. You turned your attention to the woman in front of you. Kim Soojin, owner of Red Eclipse (and also your boss), tapped her crimson nails against the table top. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, strands of hair framed her delicate features.
"Nothing yet." you answered, eyes falling to the papers in front of you. The pen in your hand glided across the surface, creating a story. As the list of clients grew, it seemed that the list of workers shrunk. You scribble aimlessly as you turned towards the door, the creaking noise catching your attention.
The man who walked in took your breath away. His dark locks fell in front of his equally dark eyes. His features were soft, yet sharply defined. Plump, pale pink lips that you couldn't help but admire as he spoke with the barista. Your eyes wandered over every curve in his body. Broad shoulders, small waist, fabric hugging his legs in all the right places.
"What about him?" you inquire, eyes never leaving his figure. Soojin followed your gaze, and smirked once she knew who you were talking about. She pushed herself out of the chair, "I'll go talk to him, wait here. And wipe that drool before it gets on the paper." You blinked rapidly, cheeks flushing red as the back of your hand dragged along your lower lip. Your attention landed on the papers once more, as you mustered as much strength as you could to avoid staring. Moments later, your boss had returned, a scrap of paper with numbers sloppily scribbled on it landed in front of you. “Looks like he’s interested in working with us.”
Your fingers tapped along the keys as you set up an appointment for a client. It was a couple weeks after seeing Jinyoung, and you haven’t had a chance to introduce yourself. You were sat in your office, music softly hummed in the background as you stared at the computer screen. It was getting late, the artificial light above you burned down on you, causing both light and heat to graze you. The night air making its way through the window was sticky and humid. You got up from your desk, your seat rolling backwards as you closed the window. You fanned yourself as you turned the fan on. It buzzed to life, rotating and bringing a cool breeze into the small space. You fell back into your seat, scooting yourself closer to the computer.
Knuckles on your door interrupted your typing. “Come on in.” you spoke, somewhat loudly. You froze in place as you noticed who was opening your door. Jinyoung walked in, a gentle smile on his face. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you noticed what he was wearing. He was clothed in all black, wearing a crop top and leggings. Your eyes wandered to his toned abs, then lower. Fuck, he has a nice ass.. you thought. You continued to stare until his voice snapped you back into reality.
“Enjoying the view?” Your eyes widened but you quickly brought yourself back to reality. You waved a hand in the air, “I’ve seen better.” That was a lie and you know it. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, have you? Then how come I seem to be getting booked the most?” You shrugged. “How should I know? I’m not here to fuck you, I’m here to get you money.” Just kidding, I’d definitely fuck you. Shit, NO, DON’T THINK ABOUT IT. He chuckled, shaking his head, hair falling in his eyes.
“Anyways, I realized I haven’t gotten a chance to introduce myself, yet.” He said, walking towards your desk. You stood up faster than you meant to, and bumped your knee against the wood as a result. You winced, but kept a straight face, and smoothed out the wrinkles in your shorts. He outstretched his hands towards you, “I’m Jinyoung.” “Y/N.” you responded, shaking his hand. “Nice to be working with you, Y/N,” he comments, “Do you have my schedule for tomorrow?” You nodded, turning around and picking up the document with ‘Jinyoung, Park’ scribbled at the top. Handing it over, you said, “Looks like you’re meeting your client around 7.” His eyes scanned the writing on the document, “Perfect.” He breathes, giving you a nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” “Most likely,” you smirked, “I’ll be cooped up in here if you need me.” You gave a small wave as he walked out of your office. You sat down, huffing as you leaned back in the chair. Dammit, I need to stop thinking about him..
The next night, your eyes glanced at the clock. Realizing it was time to leave, you gathered your things, quickly heading out of your office. You made your way down the path, the cool night air hitting your face, strands of hair landing in your vision. You wiped them away as you watched your surroundings. It was like any other Friday night, the city was buzzing with energy. You passed plenty of women in tight dresses and heels that were too tall for them to handle, stumbling as their boyfriend held their arms, laughing. The air was filled with noise the closer you got to the local bar. Your eyes scanned the area, as they always did, but something caught your eyes. Is that..
It was. Jinyoung was outside, leaning against the wall and talking to one of your clients. You slowed your pace, watching them curiously. You couldn’t make out any of the words they were sharing, but you could tell the client was hammered. She looked upset, Jinyoung was trying to calm her down. He placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to try to settle her down. She threw his hands off of her, and threw a fist. Her knuckles collided with his face, causing him to stumble backwards. Your eyes widened as you ran over to them, putting yourself in front of the two.
“Break it up!” you shouted, pushing her back. “Who the fuck are you?” the client asked, her voice slurred. Wow, she really doesn’t recognize me? You knew at that point that she was ridiculously drunk. Your eyes flicked around as you found a bouncer. “Sir?” you called out. His eyes followed the sound, and once he spotted you, he made his way over. He hummed, signaling for your response. “This woman is incredibly intoxicated, could you please call her a taxi and watch her? I need to take care of my friend here.” You gestured towards Jinyoung, who was hunched over, back against the wall, head in his hands. “Is he alright?” the bouncer asked, and you shook your head. “She punched him,” you commented, “I’m gonna take him with me.” The bouncer nodded, and you thanked him, grabbing Jinyoung’s wrist and dragging him with you to your apartment.
The two of you hadn’t spoken a word the entire walk there. As you closed the door behind you, you gestured to the couch, “Sit down.” He did as he was told, sitting down and leaning back. You made your way to the bathroom, looking around for some sort of First Aid kit. You grabbed a washcloth and quickly ran some warm water, running the washcloth under the stream. You wrung it out, then grabbed a band aid and anything else you thought may be useful. Before going back to Jinyoung, you got a couple ice cubes and wrapped them in a paper towel. “I don’t have an ice pack,” you say, walking towards the man, “But here.” You held out the makeshift ice pack. “Thanks..” he mumbled, holding it against his eye. He hissed in response to the cooling sensation, and you placed a hand on his shoulder as you sat down. “What happened?”
“Well, after I did my job, she insisted we go to the bar. I figured it wouldn’t hurt, so I went along with her. She got absolutely fucked up, and aggressive. When I tried to calm her down, the bitch punched me, and that’s when you showed up.” Jinyoung’s voice was shaking, he was angry, but trying to fight back tears. “Are you okay?” you ask, your thumb drawing circles into his shoulder. “I-I’m fine..” he stuttered, “I’m just annoyed. And, you know, in pain.” You frowned, “I can see that, no need to sass me.” “Sorry, sorry..” he breathed. “I understand, don’t worry.” You commented. “You’re safe here, I promise.” You gave him a half hearted smile, and he matched it.
“Let me see your eye.” You commanded. Jinyoung glanced at you before moving the towel away. The skin surrounding his eye was swollen, but it wasn’t anything major, looks like she didn’t punch him that hard. “It’s just a little red, you’ll be fine..” you said, setting down the other things you had brought along. “Do you want me to take the ice from you?” he nodded, handing it over. You put everything back in its place, and tossed the paper towel and almost melted ice cubes into the trash.
You went and sat back on the couch with Jinyoung. Silence filled the air as the two of you looked around the room, not knowing what to say or do. A hand landed on your thigh, “Thank you for helping me.” “Of co-course.” You stuttered, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your core. His hand trailed higher up your thigh, but before it could get any further you pushed it away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, giving you a cocky smirk. “Trust me, Y/N, I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” His fingers ghosted over your thighs, “I know you want this as much as I do..” You quickly stood up, “It’s against my protocol.” You stammered. Jinyoung pushed himself off the couch. “You think I don’t know that?” he scoffed, inching closer to you, causing you to back up. Soon enough your back hit a wall, and you had nowhere to turn. “Nobody has to know,” he sighs, hands gripping your waist. You gasped from his grip, squeezing your legs together. “If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” His lips were now on your neck, trailing kisses up and down it. You could feel his hot breath against your ear, “Just tell me when.”
“Don’t stop.” You sighed, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. Jinyoung hungrily pressed his lips on yours, instantly tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He hoisted one of your legs up, and you moaned into his mouth, his tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. You could feel his throbbing boner pressing against your heat as you held your leg around his waist. The kisses moved back down to your neck as he lifted you up, holding you by your ass. Your arms snaked around his neck as you pushed him closer, his tongue darting out against your skin. Jinyoung carried the two of you to your bedroom (with your guidance), and he threw you onto the bed.
“Take off your shirt.” He commands, and you do as you’re told. You were practically dripping at this point. You threw the fabric to the side, and Jinyoung licked his lips. He threw his own shirt to the side, crawling on top of you. He kissed you once more, hands trailing all over your body. He unhooked your bra in one swift movement, throwing it behind him. He trailed open mouthed kisses to your chest, and took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue flicking along your nipple. His hand massaged your other breast, and you sighed, arching your back off the bed. “Jinyoung, pl-please..” you whined, and his eyes bore into yours. He let go of your breast with a lewd popping sound. “Please what?” he said, voice husky and thick with lust. You tugged at his pants, “Please fuck me, shit, please.” Jinyoung smirked, slowing pulling down both your pants and underwear.
His finger trailed along your folds, causing you to squirm underneath him. “You’re practically dripping already, Y/N..” he chuckled, voice low and deep. He quickly got off the bed, removing the remainder of his clothing. “Do you have a condom?” You gestured towards the dresser next to your bed, “Top drawer.” He grabbed one, tearing the wrapper and sliding the condom onto his dick. He hovered over you, the tip of him barely grazing your heat. “Jinyoung, PLEASE, I’m not in the mood for teasing.” you practically shouted. His face was inches from yours, “You have to tell me what you want.” You bucked your hips up, “I want you inside me. Now.” Your voice was steady, demanding. “That’s better,” he says, and without warning, thrusts deep inside you. You swore loudly, gripping onto him as he kept a quick pace, hitting you harder and deeper each time. His thumb began rubbing circles into your clit, causing the pleasure to become almost overwhelming. Curse words and moans spilled out of your mouth, hair was sticking to your now sweaty forehead. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving your hips to the same rhythm as him.
“Shit, I’m getting close..” Jinyoung muttered, biting his lip as he fought back moans. You could feel your orgasm building up as well, “Ji-Jinyou-ng..” you breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker. You shut your eyes tight, your climax quickly coming over your body. You shuddered under him, screaming out his name in pleasure. Your walls squeezed around him, causing Jinyoung’s climax to follow right after yours. As you both came down from your highs, he hunched over you, burying his face in your neck. Your hands reached up, your fingers trailing along his back gently. You stayed that way for a few moments before Jinyoung lifted himself off of you. He looked at you for a moment, smiling. “What is it?” you asked. “Oh, nothing,” he responded, “You’re just.. really pretty,” You blushed at his words, “And a mess.” He finishes, laughing. You smack his chest as he pulls out, carefully sliding off the condom and tying it shut. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, tossing it into the waste bin. Once he returns in the room, you already had your shirt and panties back on. You threw his things at him, and Jinyoung gets dressed.
“Well tonight was.. interesting, to say the least,” you commented as Jinyoung finished pulling his shirt down over his torso. “Is that a good or bad thing?” he asks, plopping down on the bed. You sat up next to him, and leaned against him, your head now on his shoulder. His arm snaked around you instinctively, “Good thing, I suppose~” you said, giggling. “I saved your ass from one of our drunk ass clients and then fucked you. Not too bad for a Friday night if I do say so myself.” You looked up at him, and he scoffed, eyes now on yours. “Not too bad..” he mutters, “It seems like it was more than ‘Not too bad’.” You pushed him away, “Don’t flatter yourself.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yeah yeah..”
“How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” Jinyoung asks, and your head snaps towards him. “Really?” He shrugged, “Well yeah, why not?” “Are you asking me on a date?” “And if I was?” he asked, leaning his face towards yours. “I would say yes,” you smiled, “But shouldn’t you have asked that BEFORE sleeping with me?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes, moving back, “Why can’t you just say yes?” “I’m complicated, get used to it.” You shrugged, both of you laughing. He pushed himself off the bed, “I should probably get going.” He commented, and you followed after him. “I’ll walk you out.” You smiled.
The color ran out of your face as reality hit you. “Wait..” you stopped in your tracks, and Jinyoung cracked the door open, turning back to you with an eyebrow raised. “What about Soojin? We already shouldn’t have done this..” “We just won’t tell anyone about us dating,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Really,” he leans down, kissing you, “Don’t worry! We can keep it a secret.” You took a deep breath, “You’re right.” You said. Jinyoung walked out the door, turning back and giving you a small salute, “See you tomorrow night, then?” “Are you picking me up?” “Of course!” he says, and you giggle.
gonna start posting fic excerpts here because i just love to shout out into the internet abyss
anyway this is from my long awaited (by like... four people) sequel to the rol/hot fuzz crossover, in which nick and danny are on holiday in london and magic embroils them once more
Nick had been back in London for about twenty five minutes when it all started going wrong.
Of course, the exact moment of his epiphany about this wouldn’t take place until fifty minutes after his and Danny’s arrival, when they were already in a capsule on the London Eye ratcheting ever higher at an agonising pace.
“Ah, fuck,” he said, gazing down at the Thames with a feeling of existential dread fizzing at his fingertips.
“Wassat?” asked Danny, not turning from the window. He’d crowded up against it as soon as they’d stepped on board, nose pressed against the glass and breath fuelling a constant fog.
Nick fought the overwhelming urge to scream. It was not unprovoked, given that when he’d looked down at the river he had also noticed, in his peripheral vision, a goddamn fucking sea serpent.
Unfortunately, this was somewhat difficult to communicate when his brain was mostly sending words like “Fuck,” and “Shit,” and “AHHHHHHHH,” down his neurons.
Description: In which soulmates are a thing and you see color when you’re near them bc i was bored at work lol
N/A: Guys i don’t even know.
She sees a flicker of color as soon as she enters the gym and spots the blue mats, or she thinks its called blue, and for a split second she thinks maybe she's in love with wrestling. Fifteen year old her doesn't really understand how it works, you can't be in love with something, it has to be someone.
She meets him a few seconds later and suddenly her world is so bright she has to hold on to her brother's arm. He's introducing himself as Finn and flashing them a crooked smile. Becky grins back happily, almost jumping out of her own skin. She can hardly wait until her brother is done introducing himself to stick her hand out and introduce herself. She swears the colors are more vibrant for a split second before she has to take her hand back.
As her first day of wrestling school comes to an end she's positive she's one of the unlucky people that love someone that doesn't love them. While she's a bundle of nerves and smiles, he keeps his cool the whole time, no trace of having just met his soulmate.
Becky tells herself it's okay, she's there to wrestle not fall in love.
She thinks maybe she is his soulmate whenever she catches him wincing at a bad bump she takes, but then again he's just that kind of person. They've known each other for months now, and he's never once made her believe that she was his one.
It's not until almost one year of knowing him that she realizes that maybe he's just good at hiding his feelings. Maybe she's been to caught up in her own feelings that she'd never noticed the small things. Him watching her with pride on his face when she mastered a move, or how he always made sure he was near by when she might need him while still keeping his distance.
But really it's a phone call she hears that makes her blood rush to her face and nerves to flutter in her belly. She only catches the "She's seventeen" that she knows he's talking about her, even though technically she’s not seventeen and he just thinks that. Making her footsteps louder so he has time to wrap up his conversation, she walks towards him, bright and a little too early for conditioning.
The color doesn't ever really fade completely, but it does fade in vibrancy. It's like having him in the back of her mind when she's not around him, and being surrounded by him when she is.
He's so so angry the first time she sees in shades of grey again. He's standing in front of her, hands on his hips and a look in his eyes that tell her she's in trouble for lying to him for so long. And even though he's standing in front of her, physically okay, she has a brief moment of panic. She's heard of stories of people seeing in grey again and she doesn't want that kind of heartbreak. She doesn't think she can handle it.
It's only when she sees the flash of guilt in his eyes that she realizes he has so much control over his emotions that he can shut her out. Finn knows that she knows when he takes a step closer to her and she flinches away from him. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands shake in sadness or anger, she doesn't know. "Bex-" he pleaded with her. "I'm sorry." And suddenly her world is filled with color once again, his arms wrapped tightly around her shaking form. Becky presses her face against his neck, her tears staining his shirt. "Don' ever do that again, Balor." she hiccups.
She cries for a whole hour when he tells her he's leaving, and he holds her for just as long. Wrestling is both of their dream and she can't fault him for leaving to pursue better things.
She doesn't ask him to stay, or to wait for her. And neither does he. But their unspoken words speak louder than any words they could say and so does the kiss he places on his forehead when he leaves.
She's seen in grey for the last few years that she doesn't know if she even remembers what color looks like. It all comes flooding back when she's in the ring and suddenly she sees exactly how bright Bayley's attire is, how beautiful Sasha's hair is and how pretty her best friend looks in blue.
Becky had heard the rumors around the locker room. Whispers of someone that sounded just like her soulmate. She'd refused to acknowledge them, not wanting to get her hopes up. Despite swearing they would stay in touch when he had left, they hadn't actually tried all that hard. Their careers were both taking off at the same time, and then Becky was retiring.
Now they were both in the company, and it feels a little something like fate.
She doesn't have to see him or even hear him to know he's in the building. Everything is more vibrant than ever, and hes surrounding her. She's drowning in color and she almost cries at the sudden happiness. Bayley is looking at her in confusion, but Sasha and Charlotte are looking at her with knowing smiles. They think she's the last one to meet their soulmate but that's because she never bothered to tell them she's known her soulmate since she was fifteen and pretending to be older.
She's jittery throughout the rest of the day, and the girls tease her whenever someone walks through the door, always disappointed when it's not the new guy they'd all heard about.
At the end of the day Becky lingers at the center for a little longer than she usually does, a permanent smile on her face as she finally spots him. "Fancy seein' ya here." She begins to walk towards him. He's smiling back at her and she drops her bag to throw her arms around him. He watches her easily and they both take a moment to revel in the bright colors they can see within one another. "Missed ya a lot nerd." She tries to say the words flippantly but her eyes are swimming with tears and she's smiling wide.
He's returning her smile and pulling away from her to get a good look at her. Twenty seven year old her is a lot less shy than eighteen year old her and so she gives him a little twirl, a mischievous glint in her eyes. He blushes and she laughs at the look on her face before looping her arms back around him.
There isn't a day since he's joined NXT that she doesn't spend time with him. He's fallen into the role of coach and best friend easily enough. Spending time with her after their actual training to go over her move set and making fun of her need to be perfect even though he has no room to talk.
It's like everything is the same as it was before and Becky doesn't know how to approach the subject of them. So she doesn't. Instead she puts a smile on her face and pretends she's okay with being just friends.
The girls continuously try to broach the subject but she deflects with puns and jokes on the subject. Talking about it makes it more real than it already is.
Like maybe she is doomed to have a soulmate that doesn't love her like that.
Sometimes when they're out painting the town red with their group of friends, she catches herself staring longingly at him. Sometimes she catches him but those times are few and far between. It's like her mind is playing tricks on her.
This time she definitely knows his eyes are following her as she dances against one of the locals, red hair tumbling down her back and a drink in her hand. She knows it's wrong to use the man to catch Finn's attention but she doesn't have it in her to care too much about it.
It's not until the guy she's dancing with goes to get a drink that Finn makes his appearance, possessive hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him. Her heart is beating so hard against his chest that she swear he can heart it and the lights of club almost hurt her eyes with how bright they are.
"I thought you didn't dance." She teases, without turning around to face him. "I don't." He replies, turning her to face him. Looping her arms around his shoulders, she sways against him. "C'on Balor I'm trying to get laid here." She wonders how much she can push him before he breaks. "I don't cock block you do I?" Becky thinks that must do it, as his arms tighten around her.
And suddenly he's all around her, colors flashing almost with a red tint. She thinks maybe she pushed him to hard when he ducks his head down, lips on her hair and a whisper on his lips. "You're mine Bex." His words don't hold any kind of teasing and her heart all but explodes.
"Yours." She agrees as though she's been anything but for the last twelve years. "You're mine too."
He places a kiss against her neck and she has her answer.
They don't talk about it. But there's little moments between them. Little moments that let her know that he's hers and she's his and when it's their time they'll be together for real.
Sometimes he'll hold her hand or brush a kiss against her forehead. She lives for moments like those and she knows he does too.
Becky's always thought she would have to make the first move. He's too Finn, too honorable to try anything. She's fresh off her loss to Sasha and maybe he's still feeling the adrenaline from beating Tyler when he kisses her.
She doesn't reciprocate right away and it takes him pulling away from her to fully understand what he had done. He has a blush on his cheeks and he's stuttering out an apology for overstepping when she starts smiling. "Can you shut up now? I'd like to be kissed sometime this year."
He's still looking at her with a blush on his cheeks that she's the one that steps closer to him and plants one on his slightly parted lips. For a moment she's worried it was all a fluke but then he's wrapping an arm around her waist and tangling the other in her newly dyed orange curls.
She's convinced fate hates her when she gets called up to the main roster and he doesn't.
Finn spends a whole day assuring her that things wouldn't change between them. Not when they've only just gotten together.
And for the most part things are exactly the same. Expect for the days everything is gray and she forgets what blue looks like. She's gotten better at controlling her emotions that sometimes she catches glimpses of color.
Nothing is quite like when she's in Florida or NXT is on the road with them.
They've gotten past the presence that they're not completely in love with each other that it's kind of a little ridiculous that they still have separate homes in Orlando.
Becky moves in on an exceptionally sunny day and she makes him watch her set things up while he nurses a hurt ankle.
"Hey." She looks up from where she placing her clothes in one of the drawers to find him grinning at her.
Arching an eyebrow at him she waits for whatever he was going to say. "I love you." Is certainly not what she expected but she beams at him. Practically jumping over to where he was sitting, playing with his newest lego set, and sitting carefully on his lap.
"I love ya too."
Beacon Hills is sadly no stranger to loss of life. This tragedy took place only two years after a spate of fatal animal attacks took the lives of several people in the local preserve, thought to be a bear. Furthermore, a year ago, nine people were murdered by an as yet unidentified serial killer, Eddie reads, feeling his eyebrows climb further and further up his head, The same year, four staff members and six patients of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital were killed during a violent assault by masked assailants. The incident is thought to be a terror attack, although no group has claimed responsibility at this time.
THIS PLACE IS A SHITHOLE, Venom says frankly.
written for day one (ish) of @puppypackweek: CROSSOVER.
