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Miss Americana

Fandom : Crossover Hawaii Five-0 x Chicago PD TV Word count : 5,610 words Pairing : Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams; Jay Halstead x reader

Summary : You met Williams-McGarrett family in Los Angeles and they introduced you to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Your boyfriend, Jay Halstead, doesn't know anything about this. Yet.

Author's note :

This is the fourth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary.

This happened after I listened to a few podcasts (1 🞂 2 🞂 3) of Scott Caan and Alex O'Loughlin, passionately talking about Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.

This fic does not comply to the canon of Hawaii Five-0 or Chicago PD. So if you don't follow one of the other, it should not be a hindrance, I think. Here's hoping that I'm right.

Disclaimer

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"Would you like another cup of coffee?

You look up from the book in your hand to the waiter addressing you.

"Oh, I would love to. But it's already my fourth cup of the day," You grimace at him. "Maybe I'll take a bottle of water, please? Cold, if you have one."

The waiter grins at you, "Sure thing," then leave with your empty cup of coffee.

You are supposed to meet your friend, Tim, at his house on The Bird Streets to work on a song. However, he got a sudden appointment and asked you to wait for his call to reschedule. So here you are, sitting at a Cafe/Bistro somewhere in Los Angeles, drinking too much coffee.

You check your watch and your phone. It's almost lunchtime, but your phone is still showing nothing. Alright then, you thought to yourself, back to the book. Your eyes immediately find the last paragraph you read on Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.

Five pages later, the waiter puts a bottle of water on your table, "Here it is. You sure you don't want another cup of coffee?" He jokes with you.

You laugh in response, "No, really, thank you."

The waiter leaves with a smile and turns to the table across from yours. That's when you notice somebody's sitting there.

"Good afternoon. Only for two?" The waiter lays two menu cards on the table.

"Four. My husband and daughter are parking the car." The man answers him with a smile. He has a little boy sitting next to him. His son, you guess, since both of them have blond hair. Their noses look similar too.

"Danno, can I have ice cream for lunch?" The boy begs his father, pointing at one of the delightful pictures on the card.

"Hmm, maybe." The father hums his reply. He exchanges a knowing glance with the waiter.

"Do you want anything to drink while you're waiting?"

"Soda!" The boy yells from his chair, who laughs at his father's glare.

"How about two glasses of orange juice?" The father checks to his son before confirming it with the waitress.

"Okay, be right back with your drinks."

After the waiter leaves, the boy begins to prattle about everything to his father. About giraffes at the zoo ("They are so tall like Dad!"), about his favorite ice cream flavors ("Cookie Dough. But I like Kame's shave ice better, Danno"), about swimming at Venice Beach ("There's a lot of people there, Danno. I like our beach more")

The boy doesn't even look like he needs to breathe. You can't help but let out a chuckle. His father looks up at you and shares a grin. "That's great, Charlie," He comments to his son.

You let their conversation become a white noise while you read your book.

At your periphery, you see someone passes by. However, you don't expect a hand to suddenly sneak your phone from the table. Your hand instantly grabs that wrist, trying to stop it from stealing your phone. But the thief forcefully pulls his hand out of your reach and moves away.

Unfortunately for the thief, he runs straight to the father at your neighboring table. The man has no problem flipping the thief over and pushes him to their table. When the thief squirms away from his clutch, the man lifts the thief's elbow high up and turns it behind his back in a very painful lock. The unpleasant sound coming out of the thief's mouth proves how excruciating it is.

The man's eyes wander. Many shocked faces are staring at him, including yours. "It's okay, I'm a cop," He explains.

In contrast to the crowd, the boy looks at his father in awe, gleefully clapping his hands.

"Charlie, why are you clapping? You're not supposed to clap at this. Oh my god, you are just like your father! Happy to see any aggression," The man rants as he takes out a cable tie from his trousers' pocket. You don't even know why he got cable ties in his pocket. He efficiently ties the perp's hands behind his back and forces him to sit.

Only then, the man addresses the crowd again, "Has anyone called 9-1-1?"

"I did. The police are on the way," One of the cafe's staff squeaks from the door, with a phone still in her hand.

"Excellent! Did you hear that? Your ride would be here soon," The man tightly squeezes the thief's shoulders. The thief could only reply with an agonized grunt.

Everybody else resumes their activities with a sporadic look to their table.

The boy picks up the stolen phone from the floor. It fell near his foot during the short scuffle. "Danno," He hands your phone over to his father.

"Ah, thanks, Charlie," The man ruffles the kid's hair and kisses the top of his head.

"I believe this is yours?" The man returns the phone to you. "Hope it's still working?" He cringes at the spiderweb marks on the phone screen.

"Thanks. Probably not. But it's alright." You smile at the man and offer to shake his hand, "Y/N Y/LN, thanks again for helping me,"

The man takes your hand, "Hey, no big deal. Danny Williams. And this is my son, Charlie," Danny brings Charlie in front of him. You extend your hand to Charlie as well.

All of a sudden, you hear voices yelling from behind you. "Danno! Charlie!"

You look back to see a tall, dark, imposing man and a beautiful teenage girl rushing in your direction. Charlie shouts back at them, "Daddy! Gracie!"

So you guess they must be Danny's husband and daughter.

This new man drops down to Charlie's level and checks on him, trying to see if he's injured. "Are you okay? Charlie?"

"Dad! Dad! Danno was soooo cool! He pushing and then flipping and then that man went aaargh!" Charlie re-tells the scene to his father, holding his elbow behind his back to show him.

Couldn't really understand his son's story, the man asks his husband to elaborate, "Danny, what's happening here? Why are you arresting this man?"

"I'm not arresting anybody, Steve. We don't have jurisdiction to make an arrest, you know? Since we are in LA, not Hawaii? I'm just holding this man until LAPD shows up," Danny clarifies to his husband, Steve.

"But why?" Steve is still confused.

"This guy here, what's your name?" Danny barks at the thief. But his mouth stays glued. "Really? Would you prefer my ex-SEAL here asking you the question?" Danny gestures in Steve's direction.

Steve stands tall. His hands are folded in front of his chest. His biceps bulge in his tight t-shirt. The thief's face turns green, looking fearful. Steve's scowl was probably not helping either.

"Danny?? What's going on here?" Steve begins to lose his patience.

"What?? It's no big deal, babe!" Danny yells back at Steve. "This guy here tried to nick this woman's phone. I'm just helping her," Danny motions in your direction.

"Y/N, here's my husband, Steve McGarrett, and our daughter, Grace," Danny continues to introduce you to his family. You shake their hands and exchanging simple pleasantries.

"As I said, I just helped Y/N to get her phone back. Now we are waiting for LAPD," Danny ends his explanation.

Shortly a police car comes, and two officers quickly take their statements. Initially, the police officers are bemused to find the thief already sat with his hands tied behind his back. After Danny explains that he is a Detective from Honolulu PD and how he prevented the attempted theft, the police officers understand the situation. They ask if you'd like to press charges on Tom Norris, that's the thief's name according to his ID. Considering you're not hurt, you decline on pressing charges. The police are gone with the thief sooner than you expected.

"Can I treat you lunch for your trouble? Shoot! A super late lunch?" You corrected after checking your watch.

"Hey, don't worry, it's no trouble at all," Danny says to you with a big smile.

"No, no, seriously. You guys were on holiday, I guess. But still bothered to help me. Lunch is the least I can do."

Before long, they arrange to get a table for five and talk a lot during the meal.

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"So you guys are from Hawaii? That's nice!" You tell the family.

"See, Danno? That's what you're supposed to say about Hawaii. You're the only one who describes Hawaii as a pineapple-infested hell hole," laments Steve to his husband.

"I'm just telling the truth, babe. How about you, Y/N? Where are you from?" Danny tries to find out.

"Originally from The Netherlands, Amsterdam. But I moved to Chicago last year," You reply.

"Now that, Steve, is a city that would appreciate seasonal changes," Danny nods his approval of Chicago.

"Only you, Danno, who whines about constant sunshine." Steve grumbles.

Grace and Charlie don't react much to their parents' bickering. Too used to their silliness. But you still find it quite funny.

"So you guys are here for vacation?" You ask the family.

"Kind of. We are on holiday. Also, we are visiting the colleges here for Grace, who will graduate high school next year," Steve throws his right arm around Grace's shoulder.

"Yes, we are on an excursion to prove to Grace that LA universities are not better than the University of Hawaii," Danny quips from Steve's left.

Grace whines at his father, "Danno..."

"Danny here doesn't want his children to be far away from him," Steve enlightens you. "But I think going to school in LA would be better than The Netherlands. Wouldn't it, babe?" Steve winks at Grace.

"Do not joke about that, Steven!" Danny elbows his husband hard.

Grace looks thoughtful for a moment, "Y/N, did you go to college in the Netherlands? What do you think my chance to study there?"

"Gracie, can I come with you to This Otherlands?" Charlie innocently chirps to his sister.

Steve is laughing so loud, even after Danny punches his arm.

"What about you, Y/N? What are you doing in LA? Are you on vacation too?" Danny questions you after the laughter receded.

"I'm here for work. Most of the time, I'd do it remotely from Chicago. But sometimes I have to make the trip here or to Amsterdam," You tell them.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a music producer," You give a simple answer.

"What instruments do you play?" Steve is curious. "Guitar?"

"Mostly piano and synthesizer. I do play guitar, but I'm just an okay guitar player. I wish I could play better,"

"Dad plays guitar too!" Charlie happily declares as he points at Steve.

You cheer at Charlie's enthusiasm, "Does he? That's great!"

"Yeah, he plays very well. Maybe Dad can teach you to play better," Charlie directs you.

"Oh, yes, that would be awesome," You wholeheartedly agree with Charlie, as the rest of the table laughing at the idea of Steve teaches music.

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"Danny, I was wondering if you could explain something to me," You turn to the man.

"Shoot," Danny nods as he puts down his juice glass.

"The arm lock that you did to the thief. Where did you learn that? Did Steve teach you that?" You ask him, genuinely want to know.

"Well, even though Steve here was the Navy SEAL," Danny glares at his husband, who replies with a smirk, "I have been working as a cop for more than 20 years now. I know some moves too,"

"But that's not a cop's move," You contradict him.

"How do you know any cop's moves?" Danny confronts you back.

"My boyfriend is a cop in Chicago," You give Danny a sheepish smile.

"Ah, I see. Did your boyfriend teach you self-defense?"

"He did. I'm nowhere near good as Jay. But it's a start," You answer Danny.

"Of course. If he's not good at it, then he's not a good cop," Danny comments without sounding too arrogant.

"Jay also taught me about guns. Personally, I don't like it, but he needs me to know about it, especially gun safety. So..." You shrug.

Danny nods his understanding, "Yeah. Be glad that he doesn't bring home grenades or other explosives," Danny gives Steve a stink eye. "Unlike some Super!SEAL here,"

Steve is immune to that look. It doesn't seem to affect him anymore.

You smile at their interaction, "Jay was an Army Ranger. After he came back, he went to Police Academy,"

"Really?" Steve looks interested.

"Oh, here we go," Danny sighs at his husband.

Steve grins but decides not to comment on it any further. He goes praising Danny instead.

"But Danny is being too modest here. He is a great fighter. Sometimes he's even better than me. Which lots of people find it surprising, considering I was a SEAL,"

"and don't you forget it, babe," Danny smirks at Steve, who returns it with a chaste kiss.

You sigh internally. Looking at the lovely couple made you miss your boyfriend, Jay.

"In all seriousness," Danny begins, "I practiced Jiu-Jitsu since high school. That's where the moves come from," He pauses to sip on his drink.

"I got my Blue Belt when I entered The Police Academy. For me, I think, I learned how to fight better in Jiu-Jitsu than what they taught us there," Danny continues.

"Do you also teach it to Grace and Charlie?" You ask the parents.

"Yeah. Danny taught them both as early as possible. Grace already got her Yellow Belt when we first met. Now she is working for her Purple Belt," Steve brags. Danny also looks so proud. Grace, though, tries so hard not to roll her eyes at her parents.

"Me too! I will get my Yellow Belt soon! Right, Danno?" Charlie exclaims.

"Of course you are kiddo. After that, you surely can beat your Dad here," Danny ruffles Charlie's hair. Steve offers his palm for a high five, but Charlie punches it instead. He giggles when Steve is faking to be hurt by Charlie's tiny fist.

"Do you think I could learn it too?" You inquire to Danny.

Danny and Steve look at each other. You're waiting for their answer, hoping that they will agree.

Before they decide anything, Grace interrupts, "We can go check out the place that Sensei Egan told us, Danno."

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Steve agrees to his daughter's suggestion. "We can check that dojo for Grace, meeting the instructor. Maybe could show some moves too for y/n,"

"Okay then. Grace, share the dojo address with y/n. We can meet you there tomorrow morning, what do you say, y/n?" Danny asks you.

You're supposed to fly back to Chicago next afternoon, but what the hell, you are very interested in this offer. "Yes, sure. If you don't mind me crashing your holiday plan again?"

"No, not at all. We need to check out that place anyway." Steve waves off your worry.

Grace passes her phone to you. "You can puy your number there. I will forward you the address,"

You tap your number to Grace's phone before groaning when you remember that your phone is dead. "Could you e-mail me instead? I don't think I could replace my phone soon,"

Danny doesn't even try to hold his laugh at your poor luck.

◢◤

The next day, you take an Uber to the gym. No, it's The Dojo. You correct yourself. When you step in, Charlie is shouting at you from across the room. "Y/N!" Standing next to his sister, Charlie crazily waves at you, worried that you could not see him.

You remove your shoes, placed them accordingly at the remarked spot. Walking towards Charlie and Grace, you see the Williams-McGarrett clan wear similar outfits with other people in The Dojo. The only differences between them are their belts. Danny wears a Black Belt with a red stripe, while Steve wears a Brown Belt. Grace has Blue Belt, and Charlie has a White one. Knowing that you will do some workout, you wear a black t-shirt and training pants. Definitely a contrast in a room full of jiu-jitsu outfits.

Danny and Steve are talking to a guy on the other side of the room. This guy has a Black Belt with more stripes than Danny's, indicating that he is the instructor here.

"Hey, guys. Good morning," You greet Grace and Charlie. They reply with a big smile.

"Just out of interest, do you guys always bring your uniform on your holiday?" You gesture to Grace's clothes.

Grace laughs at your question, "It is called Gi. Yes, we are always bringing them along on holiday," She laughs again at your shocked face. "No, I'm joking. It's because we know we will visit this dojo, so we have our Gi with us,"

Soon Danny and Steve come over to your side. "Hi, y/n. So I talked to Sensei Marcus there," Danny gestures to the guy he spoke to. "We are going to follow their training for today. You can watch from the side if you're not sure you want to do it. The first hour would be the class for Kids and Teens,"

You see Grace and Charlie lining up in the center of the room with other children. They seem to be divided by belts instead of age.

"The next hour would be the adult class," Danny pauses for a moment. "If you want my suggestion, I encourage you to join the Teens class. I hope you don't feel insulted by that."

You chuckle at his words, "Not at all. I understand,"

"If it's too much, don't hesitate to stop and move aside. Everyone will understand," Steve adds.

You exhale softly, readying yourself, "Okay," before joining the line.

The first fifteen minutes, they start with stretching. So far, you have no problems with it. You practice Yoga for the last few years. You know how to stretch.

The next one, they teach you how to fall correctly. Which turns out to be a hard thing to do. At first, an instructor's assistant helps you. After a few moments, she moves away to help others. But you're still not doing it right. So Danny pulls you aside and teaches you privately for the rest of the hour.

You fall so many times until it tired you out. You cannot even get up from the mat. Your shoulders would have been bruised with so many times you landed incorrectly.

"Still interested to learn this?" Danny grabs your hand to help you get up.

Even though the lesson exhausts you, you feel great. You learn a lot, even from doing the same thing over and over again. "Hell yeah!" You grin at Danny.

"Crazy woman!" Danny pats your shoulders. Right where it hurts the most. You can't help but flinch away.

"Hurt, wasn't it? Why don't you go sit down on the outside of the mat with Charlie?"

Charlie sits on one side of the mat, a bottle of water in his hand. He is watching Grace, who has her hands on Steve's Gi, trying to throw Steve down.

Danny silently pays attention to his husband and daughter on the mat. But you can see his hands slightly move as if he's the one sparring.

Shortly, Grace has a chance to push Steve. Steve lost his balance for a moment before countering her attack. Grace would've fallen down hard if Steve didn't hanging to Grace's Gi so tight to slow her fall.

"That's great, Grace," Steve says to his daughter as he helps her up. They bow to each other to end the spar. Danny is clapping from outside the mat, "Good job, Monkey,"

Of course, you and Charlie follow Danny's example to cheer for Grace.

You still sit on the side of the mat, now also accompanied by Grace. You watch the next class practice, where Danny and Steve spar with other students for about an hour.

After the class is done, Steve taps on Danny's shoulder, "Danny, could you help me with this move?" He nods in the direction of the mat.

Danny responds with rolling eyes at his husband's antics.

Grace runs commentary in the background, "Dad didn't actually need help from Danno. However, you're not allowed to ask a higher belt to spar with. It's a sign of disrespect. But Dad and Danno often work differently between each other,"

You see Danny and Steve taking place at a ready position. It takes time before anybody falls, or one locks each other. They move fluidly. When one throws the other, they quickly bring them down along then keep them in a lock. The locks are soon countered, and they back up again. The great thing is they look like they enjoy sparring with each other. They share a laugh whenever someone throws the other or someone holds the other in a lock. You find that very interesting.

The sparring ends when Danny makes a grappling move that Steve cannot counter, so he has to tap out.

After the sparring, Steve sits back with you and his kids while Danny goes over to Sensei Marcus. Steve asks your opinion about Jiu-Jitsu, whether you're still interested to learn it.

"Very much, yeah. The first thing I will do once I'm back in Chicago is to find a Dojo," You excitedly tell Steve.

"Well, lucky for you, Sensei Marcus here knows a lot of Jiu-Jitsu instructors," All of a sudden, Danny joins your conversation. Sensei Marcus stands beside him.

"Sure, if you want to keep learning Jiu-Jitsu, I will give you some references of my fellows in Chicago," Marcus informs you.

"That would be awesome!"

Marcus shakes your hand, "Good luck!" and moves to shake hands with the rest of the Williams-McGarrett family. "Thanks for visiting our dojo. Please come again whenever you're in LA,"

They all look tired, but their smiles beam as bright as Hawaiian sunshine.

◢◤

Two weeks later, in Chicago,

You see your boyfriend's truck parked in front of your house as you walk home from the bus stop. You walk much slower than you used to. Your body is hurting all over the place, but you feel elated.

The day after you came home from Los Angeles, Jay was caught in a hard case. He had to fly out to New York and liaised with NYPD SVU to solve it.

You missed him a lot, for sure. Jay called you whenever he could for these past two weeks. Texted you every day too. But you have not got the chance to tell Jay about your new interest in Jiu-Jitsu.

After your last trip to LA, you promptly checked out the Dojo that Sensei Marcus referred to you. You were thrilled to find out that it's only fifteen minutes bus ride from your house.

You met with one of the instructors there and asked for a private class. Because that's what Danny advised you to do. "After you have a better understanding of the lessons, then I want you to go train with other people at the dojo. But for the first five or six months, you might've been better with one-on-one lessons,"

The instructor, Professor Louisa, is delighted to provide. You work on a schedule three to four times a week. The professor initially suggested only two meets in a week. But considering your occasional trip abroad for work, you prefer to do more lessons when you're in town.

This is the third week you've been learning jiu-jitsu in Chicago. Scraps and bruises are inevitable. Jay would freak out if he saw them before you could explain to him.

Jay's flight back from New York landed about two hours ago. He must've been coming directly to your place from the O'Hare. The house smells amazing when you enter the room. Following your nose leads you to the kitchen. You find your boyfriend pulling out what seems to be garlic bread from the oven, "Hey, babe. You're back!"

"Hey, you! Perfect timing!" Jay secures the tray aside before stepping closer to you. He puts one hand on your waist, the other one on your back. Moving even closer to kiss you.

His passion makes you forget your bruises for a moment. When Jay pushes you playfully, your shoulder hits the nearest wall. You instantly cry out in pain. "Argh!"

"What's wrong?" Jay stops everything he's doing to you right away.

"Nothing, I just got some bruises," You rub the pain from your shoulder.

"How come?" Jay begins to take off your t-shirt to check on the bruises, but you move away from his grasp.

"Hold on. Let me take a shower. I must've been rank from sweat. Then I'll tell you everything," You kiss Jay one more time before going to the bedroom.

As you eat the pasta primavera that Jay made, you ask him about his case in New York, "How was it?"

"It's done. We did what we have to do,"

Not interested in talking about his case, Jay interrogates you instead, "So, where did you get the bruise? I swear, I only left the city for two weeks, and you're already in trouble," Jay shakes his head.

"I'm not! I just joined this gym. Dojo, I meant. I'm taking Jiu-Jitsu lessons!" You cheerfully tell Jay.

"You what?" Jay pauses from drinking his wine.

So you told Jay the whole story. About how someone tried to snatch your phone when you're in LA. How you met the Williams-McGarrett family from Hawaii. How they got you into jiu-jitsu.

"It's so fun, Jay. Yeah, sure, I got bruises and scraps. But whenever I got stuck with my work, I go have a practice at the dojo, and then I come home feeling energized," You confess to your boyfriend.

"Really?" Jay looks at you, disbelieving.

"Uhuh," You nod as you swallow your spaghetti. "You know what, you should come and see the dojo. It might interest you too,"

"I know about martial arts, babe. I taught you how to punch, remember?" Jay reminds you.

"Yes, you did," You say in giggles, "Professor Louisa said she won't teach me how to punch,"

"Of course, Jiu-jitsu has a different approach than other martial art, say karate. Or boxing," Jay puts down his fork on the empty plate. "You sure you enjoy it?"

You hold Jay's hand and look into his eyes, "I am. This is something I want to do seriously, Jay. I admit part of it comes from you and your job. Like you always said, I need to be able to defend myself. Because you think I could get drag into your case one day,"

Jay puts his other hand on top of yours, looking somehow regretful, "Babe..."

"No, no. But I also do this for myself. Even though my body hurts, I feel great about myself. I feel more confident. It's really inspiring,"

Jay brings your hand to his lips, "Okay then, as long as you're happy with it. But I'm still going to take you to the gun range,"

You roll your eyes in response, "Of course, you will,"

◢◤

A week later, Jay walks up to The Dojo on the second floor. Someone greets him at the entrance, "Hey, man. Can I help you?"

"I suppose to pick up my girlfriend. She is training with..." Jay tries to remember the instructor's name. "Louisa?"

"Ah, yes, Professor Louisa. You must be y/n's boyfriend. I'm Professor Andy, the head of this dojo," The man offers his hand.

"Jay Halstead," Jay shakes Andy's hand.

"I think she will finish in ten minutes. You wanna see her practice?"

"Sure. If it would not be disturbing?" Jay hesitates.

"Not at all. Y/n is the only one in there right now," Andy directs Jay inside the dojo. He asks Jay to remove his shoes before stepping into the room.

Jay watches his girlfriend silently. He winces a couple times when you fall down. But he is amazed to see you immediately stand up again.

"She's resilient, your woman is,"

Jay chuckles at Andy's remark, "Yes, she is,"

Shortly after you bow to your instructor, you see Jay standing on the side with Professor Andy.

You walk towards them with a smile, "I see you met my boyfriend, Prof,"

"I did, yeah," Andy nods. "I don't think Jay would be interested in jiu-jitsu, though," He comments.

"Correction, I'm not interested to see you got thrown down repeatedly," Jay points out.

"Hey!" You hit Jay's arms as both Professors laugh at you.

"But that's how we are supposed to learn. If you don't know how to fall, you won't get back up again," Louisa says serenely.

Andy hums his agreement before ushering you out. "Alright, get out of here, you lovebird,"

When you're in the locker room, changing your Gi, Jay approaches Andy again. But before Jay could say anything, Andy hands a leaflet to him.

"Y/N told me you're a police officer. You might be interested in these classes,"

Jay takes it with a laugh, "Thanks, man. I'll check it out," He puts the leaflet on his jacket pocket and pulls out his card.

"If anything happens when Y/N is here. Or if you need anything I can help with, please give me a call," Jay sounds solemn.

Andy takes the card, "Don't worry, man. We take good care of our students here,"

"I know," Jay nods.

Soon you come out with a gym bag on your shoulder. "See you next week, Prof!"

Andy waves to the couple, "Bye, y/n. See you again, Jay!"

◢◤

Two years later,

You step out of the record store in Pilsen empty-handed, failing to find the vinyl you're looking for. You start walking west to the bus stop when you hear a commotion ahead.

You see a guy pushing people out of his way. He keeps looking behind his back like he's running from something.

"Police! Get out of the way!" You hear other voices shouting.

So this guy seems to be running from the police, you thought to yourself.

The man tries to shove you aside, but your reflex is much better. Your hands instantly grab the front of his shirt. When he tries to push you away, your right foot finds his inner left calf and sweeps him down.

When he tries to move away from your grasp, you lean down and grip his right wrist tightly with your right hand. You put your right elbow beside his right ear while your left elbow is placed underneath his elbow. Your left-hand moves to hold your right wrist from below his right hand. His arm is essentially locked when your left bicep snugs against his right tricep. You raise your elbow slightly from the surface. The more he wiggles his way out, the higher you raise his elbow from the surface, the more painful the lock is.

You hear an impressed whistle from above. When you look up, you find Jay and Hailey standing in front of you. Jay gets a huge grin on his face while Hailey is sporting a shocked look.

"Nice takedown, babe," Jay compliments you.

"Thanks. You might wanna take over from here, though," You say to your boyfriend as you hear few more steps rushing towards you.

You loosen the lock after you are sure Jay gets his hand on the perp. He grabs the suspect up from the floor and pushes him towards the wall.

You find a hand extends in front of your face, offering to help you stand up. You look up to see it was Hailey. You take her hand with a soft thanks.

Once you're back on your feet, you look around to see the other members of the Intelligence Unit staring at you. Adam, Kim, and Kevin are mirroring Hailey's initial look of surprise. Jay's boss, Hank Voight, looks impassive as always. But you catch an amused twitch at one corner of his lips.

"Man, at least give me time to feel my hand again! That bitch could break my arm, you know!" you hear the perp complaining when Jay prepares to cuff him.

Without saying anything in response, Jay folds the perp's wrist inside. The perp yells even louder because of the wristlock.

Kevin moves to take the man away from Jay before any further damage could happen. He ushers the perp right away to a nearby cop car.

Jay turns to check on his girlfriend, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You nod back at him.

"I didn't know you could do that, Y/N," Hailey tells you. "You never tell me that your girlfriend practiced any martial arts," She continues to slap Jay's shoulder.

You answer with a sheepish smile, "It's kinda new,"

"Blue Belt in Jiu-Jitsu is not "kinda new" babe," Jay elbows you playfully.

The team boss pats your shoulder once before walking back to his car, "Good job, Y/LN,"

Kim, who's partnered up with Voight today, quickly follows. But not before inviting you for drinks, "You have to tell me all about this over drinks!"

"See? Even Voight agrees. We'll make a cop-out of you soon, Y/N," Adam offers his fistbump to you.

You meet his with your fistbump but shake your head, laughing, "Not in a million years, Ruzek,"

He only replies with his laugh and walks towards Kevin and the perp.

Jay puts his arm around your shoulders with a huge smile, "C'mon, Kev and Ruz can take care of the perp for a while. Hailey and I will drop you home."

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)

platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

author’s notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe i’ll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if there’s enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33

also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings aren’t part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are

and (n/n) means nickname :)

meeting the greatest detective

your bakery, Sakura’s, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school

who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?

your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school

you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldn’t want you to wallow over it too long

so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money

by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small building—with a reasonable amount of money left over to survive— you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery

the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways

it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment

is that realistic? probably not but bare with me here

aNYWHO

you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after

you opened Sakura’s at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening

when you first started, you did quite well!!

especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families

the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement

and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come

not that you knew that

if you did you would’ve never let him in

maybe

you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakura’s, and it was completely accidental

he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and he—not surprisingly—got lost and then it started to rain really hard

it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything

you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside

with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakura’s was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels

even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soaked

finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea

ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment

poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didn’t

“you don’t know who i am?”

“no. am i supposed to?”

“...”

the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profusely

he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what he’s done

the two of you got along quite well

you were amazed with all the stories he’s told you

you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales

he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him

“wow ranpo-san! that’s amazing!!”

“you look like a little kid”

cue the napkin

he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him

the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best he’s ever had

after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done

you guys were on that last topic for a while

you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the “we’re open” sign to “closed” even though it was only 2 o’clock

you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on

“ranpo-san, you’re kind of like the brother i’ve never had”

“and you’re still like that little kid”

cue another napkin to the face

don’t worry, he already adores you <3

he just likes to make fun of you </3

*cuts you off as you’re talking to squish your cheeks* “(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and you’re pretty short...are you sure you’re still not in high school or smth??”

*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks* “ranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you out”

at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up

before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldn’t get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers

you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow

he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didn’t have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didn’t want to bc you wanted to rest

and for payback for calling you a little kid

you were 19 goddamnit

you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you

and he calls you the little kid, jeez

you never told him but, you almost gave in

you never told him. but he probably already knows

ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now

the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins

you named him “the greatest detective <33″ & put the note “new nii-san <33 & bully </3″ and he named you “cute bakery girl” with the note “best follower, sweets supply & annoying little kid”

when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons

when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap

you deserved it

at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay

he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat

he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them

his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another

after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries you’ve given him

noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation

he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakura’s

“why did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chan’s bakery was right there! you would’ve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!”

no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour

they can save that, and their questions for another time

next >>

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Helping Hand

Spencer Reid x Reader

*tw below* please read the info before the fic and proceed with caution

Request; Hey Ik that this may be super dark and feel free to skip it if you want but I was wondering if you could do a BAU! Reader where she has an eating disorder and Spencer realizes it and tries to help her through it while not alerting the team per her request. I’m not trying to romanticize eating disorders at all and I totally get it if it’s to hard

Warnings; eating disorders, mentions of throwing up, starving

a/n; this request hit me hard because these are things that i struggle with to this day. over the summer i dove into a really bad pit so many of the instances mentioned are based off of things i have done. i feel like this really helped me put something negative into a place of comfort. please know i am not trying to romanticize eating disorders or invalidate any other aspects i didn’t mention.

if you need help please reach out to someone you trust or a professional, its not easy but i promise people are there to help :)

You didn’t know what triggered it.

That was a lie, you did. You just chose not to acknowledge it and act like everything was fine. Why place the blame on someone or something else when it was just your fault.

Maybe it was when you noticed how much easier the girls got into dresses whenever you went shopping. JJ was easily a size 0, looking as stunning and glowing as ever in the little dresses you guys would pick out for her to try on. How she could so swiftly slide in, never having to ask to a size up or help with getting the zipper up past her back.

Maybe it was when you did that yoga class you saw how good everyone looked. Even after the intense class the other participants came out glistening and smiling in their matching sports sets. While you on the other hand had sweat stains trailing on the neck of your old gym shirt. Why had a workout made you feel worse about yourself than you did when you started?

Then it was like every little instance was adding up. Pushing and pushing you back into old habits you thought you had outgrown. At first you got the excitement of seeing the quick progress. Within two weeks you could see the small changes. But that was mostly your mind tricking you. As the months went on then you knew the progress you were making was in more than just your head.

It felt so good walking into work and hearing the hoots of

“wow you look so good!”

“that top looks so nice on you”

“you look different now, but its a good different”

That just fueled the need to keep going. You didn’t think anyone would notice because whenever anyone would ask what your secret was you’d say “Oh I’ve been trying fasting.” or “I just workout more often.” Which wasn’t a lie but of course you couldn’t tell them to what extreme.

You couldn’t mention how 16 hour fasts soon turned into 20 then a whole day surviving off coffee and gum. How those workouts were never for your enjoyment. How you would rack up as many sit ups as you could just to burn off any extra calories possible.

Or how you couldn’t eat a meal normally anymore. If you weren’t counting the calories you would make that trip into the bathroom and try to get rid of the contents of your stomach.

However someone did notice - Spencer. He was your best friend and you guys used to spend everyday together. So when you started to pull away it caught him off guard. He thought that maybe he had done something to offend you. Then when he had asked you about it and you shrugged it off he was thrown for a loop.

Then he really saw it. After your talk you started hanging out with him again but he noticed you always refused any outings where food was involved. Even then he noticed that you would pick around your food, never fully finishing the meals you used to one love.

Or at work instead of going down to the food truck for lunch, you would decline saying you weren’t hungry or that you had a big breakfast.

How during cases you would get dizzy spells and be tired more often. He used to have to keep up with you and Morgan always having bursts of energy out there but now he was keeping an eye out to make sure you didn’t pass out on the field.

He knew he had to say something when he noticed the tears in your eyes while out at dinner with the team. You had picked out a small salad, tossing the green leaves around the plate and taking minimal bites. Then desert came and you shared a few bites of chocolate cake with Emily. Shortly after you had excused yourself to the restroom, coming back a few minutes later with your lipstick gone and watery eyes. He knew what you did in there.

At first he was upset with himself for not noticing sooner. He knew what it was like to go through a tough time without support and he didn’t want his best friend to have to deal with something on their own. He would do anything he could to try and help.

When walking out of the restaurant he came up to you, “Hey Y/n, do you want me to take you home so you don’t have to get on the metro?”

“Yeah Spence that’d be great thank you,” you said smiling at him and walking to his car.

The ride to your house was spent listening to music. He let you play with the radio, seeing how you perked up to the music, emitting a happiness he hadn’t seen on you in a while.

Arriving at your apartment you invited him in to watch a movie and catch up. You handed him some sweatpants and a t-shirt he had left from past sleep overs which he took into the bathroom to change. You met back in the living room. You had on a big sweatshirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks.

“Y/n you look like it’s gonna start snowing in here,” he said with a laugh trying to lighten the mood.

“Damn near. I’ve been so cold recently.”

He tried to stop the fact from coming up but his brain wouldn’t let him keep it down, “feeling cold is one of the leading symptoms of an eating disorder including fatigue, sleeping issues, and irregular menstrual cycles.”

You both sat there with wide eyes. Neither of you knowing what to say. You looked down and started picking at your nails, chewing on the inside of your lip.

“When did you know,” you asked still not looking up.

“A little while ago but I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he started, “I- I didn’t want to say anything to upset you. I just want to be here for you Y/n in any way I can.”

You looked up to meet his eyes which were also getting glossy, “The shine in your eyes is gone. You don’t eat the pasta Rossi brings or Penelope’s cupcakes anymore. You’re hurting yourself Y/n and I couldn’t live with myself if anything bad was to happen.”

You shifted in your seat on the couch to get yourself in his embrace. You sighed as Spencer wrapped his arms around you, letting out the sob you felt was stuck in your throat for months.

“I’m sorry Spencer,” you choked out, “I don’t know whats wrong with me.”

He shushed you and rubbed his hands on your back, letting you cry on his chest. It broke him to see you in pain, knowing he could only do so much to help.

“You’re going to be ok. I’m right here and I’ll always be here to help you if you want me to be,” he said into your hair.

You pulled away and he wiped your tears off with this thumb, “Please don’t tell the team a-about this,” you hiccuped, “I just don’t wanna worry them, and I know Hotch will make me take time off.”

“Hey hey I won’t tell them, I promise. But if you feel like it’s getting worse then you need to at least talk to Hotch. I’ll take time with you and make sure to be with you every step of the way.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you Spencer. I love and appreciate you so much. Thank you for being you,” you said leaning into his palm.

“I love you too y/n. But don’t thank me, I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

You went back to your previous position of having your head on his chest where he continued to rub your back and whisper reassuring phrases in your ear. You didn’t know when you ended up falling asleep but you knew that whenever you woke up you’d be ready to get help knowing you had Spencer in your corner.

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uswnt-owns-this-homo · 4 years

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Just Us (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

There are many ways to kiss someone. Y/N would know. She’d done her fair share of kissing strangers, mostly in college, always before she’d met Kelley O’Hara.

Y/N had transferred to Stanford soccer in her sophomore year, the college calling to her, and her full ride opportunity heavily dealing with the move across the country. She was the newbie, the only sophomore on the team who didn’t know anyone. And Kelley had latched on to her. Talking to each other during practice, made easy by their shared forward position, turned into study dates, which turned into being roommates in their junior and senior years, which led to a budding relationship, which turned into both of them making the senior women’s national team.

Y/N POV:

We’ve done it. We’ve actually made it to the finals in the world cup. There’s only one game standing between us and a world cup win. We’re all in the hotel, eating breakfast the day of the game against the Netherlands. Kelley, the ‘kids’, and I are all sitting together. Kelley and I woke up early today to have a mini celebration, just the two of us. We had some fruit, coffee, and spent some time out on the hotel balcony. This day is one of the most important of our lives, not only Kelley and I, but everyone.

I take a small scoop out of my yogurt, see that Kells has managed to snag an orange flavored one, and swipe some out of her cup. She gives me a small smile and I wish that I could just kiss her without worrying about what the world would say. We’ve been dating since the middle of junior year, but haven’t come out to the public yet, wanting to be able to focus on our game and to take home the World Cup, without any ridicule or influence from the public. I wipe a bit of yogurt off my face and lean my head on Kelley’s shoulder.

We all finish eating and go upstairs to change into our warmup gear. Kelley and I head up to our room, riding the elevator with Sonny and Lindsey. We walk in and do our hair, put on the warm up gear, get our phones, earbuds, and gear, and head down to the bus. The team loads up the bus and I take a moment to smile and thank the bus driver, most of my teammates doing the same. I take a seat in the middle of the bus, grabbing a blanket from the front seat and patting the spot beside me for Kelley. She grins, takes a seat, and I spread the blanket over us. Preath takes a seat beside us and Kelley bumps my shoulder, nodding to where they’re mirroring our position, blanket, shoulders pressing together, and large grins covering their faces. I smile and nod at Tobin and Christen. Kelley takes out her phone and I take out my airpods. They automatically connect and I offer one of the buds to Kelley. She turns on her favorite pre-game playlist and I lean my head against the window, putting my legs out in the aisle as Kelley takes a seat between my legs.

We get to the stadium and I stretch my arms above my head as we all file out of the bus. We go to the locker rooms to quickly put on our shin guards and boots. Kelley and I both go to our side-by-side cubbies. I slide my shin guards in and tie my white and gold boots. Kelley finishes up tying her boots and we both turn to each other. We do our handshake, hopping around slightly and yelling before both falling silent, our arms propped up against the bench. I stare into her eyes, my arm trembling.

“Come on, babe, you know you want to give in.”

She snorts, her arm inching downward.

“Not a chance, sweetheart, we both know you’re going to lose,”

This goes on for about 3 minutes, the rest of the locker room ignoring us, used to our pre-game oddities that started when we played in college. I finally manage to force Kelley’s hand down. I jump up and yell.

“Take that, babey, winner for the 4th time in a row, that’s right!”

She shakes her head and we all head out to do warm ups as a team.

I watch from my spot on the bench as the team takes the field. Kelley is starting and I wish I could be out there with her, though I’ve been told I’ll be getting some minutes later on. The whistle blows and the team starts to play. There’s a hard hit against Kelley in the late minutes of the first half that has me out of my seat for a moment, but other than that there really isn’t much of the Netherlands in our box. When Ali is subbed in for Kelley I stand up, offering Kels my water bottle, which she takes with a grateful nod. We sit down and watch as our team continues to dominate the Netherland’s team, our shoulders pressed together and our heads leaned in close as we discuss the game. At the 87th minute I’m subbed in place of Megan. I stretch out my hamstring and get ready for the next start of play. The Netherlands player tosses the ball in and I’m immediately on the receiving player, forcing her to pass the ball. This breaks down and Chris quickly gets the ball, managing to sneak one to me on the 18, which I hit with my left foot and drive home, right past the Netherlands keeper. I let out a loud cheer, grabbing onto my jersey and almost ripping it, before Christen reaches me and grabs my hands.

“Now, y/n, we don’t need any ripped jerseys, no reason to scar anyone”

I groan and bury my hands in my face, smiling.

“Dude, that was one practice, one!”

She smiles and we set back up for kick off, focusing on keeping the game 2-0 for the next 2 minutes.

We hold off the Netherlands and the whistle blows. As soon as the ref reaches up to her face, I’m cheering and hugging Christen and Lindsey, and anyone else I can get my hands on. There are tears streaming down my face, but what can I say, we just won a fucking World Cup. I see Kelley and sprint to her. I’m so happy and overwhelmed that we look at each other, take a moment to nod, and the next thing I know I have my arms full of the flying squirrel. Her arms and legs are around my shoulders and torso, her face right next to mine. I hug her, spin around once or twice, and then I grab her neck, pulling her in desperately, trying to convey all the happiness, relief, and genuine love I feel. We kiss until Sonnett runs up, slapping both of us on the back.

“Guys, We Did It! We Won A Freakin’ World CUP!”

We both laugh and look at each other. I grab her hand and we go to celebrate with the rest of the team. Ali and Ash both look at us, nod, and continue to talk to Crystal and Broonie.

It feels like hours before we’re back in the locker room, which has been stocked with champagne. We all come running in and grabbing at the bottles. Someone shakes one and uncorks it, spraying alcohol everywhere. I grab two pairs of beer goggles, one for Kels and one for me. I also grab a couple of bottles, tucking them under my arm and trying to sort out where Kelley is in between all the twerking and spraying alcohol. I hear Ash yelling at her instagram followers and smile, waving my bottles and winking when she turns to camera in my direction. I find Kelley by Tobin and hand her the goggles. I lean in close to her ear and smile when she shivers.

“I’m gonna go chill on one of the benches, you have fun being a frat boy, I’ll see you on the bus?”

She nods and grins when I kiss her on the neck. I go find Christen and sit next to her, offering her a bottle of champagne and smiling when she declines it, just like she always does when someone offers her alcohol. I shrug and sit next to her, uncorking one bottle and taking a celebratory swig.

“So, how’s it feel to have another star under your belt, Chris?”

She grins and we spend the time in the locker room talking about the game, and staring at our respective partners. I watch Kelley dance around with Sonnett, Mal, and Rose, smiling and yelling.

Most people would be bothered by the fact that their girlfriend, who they just won a World Cup with, is partying instead of talking with them, but it’s always been that Kelley is the social one, the partyer, while I chill and get steadily drunker, until I join her as the party animal and frat daddy that the fans know her as. Besides, talking to Christen and getting wasted while she smiles at Tobin and talks about her past experiences isn’t too shabby either. We all spend some time in the locker room before we make our way to the bus, which is also filled with champagne and snacks. We all file in, me and Kelley grabbing our seats next to Preath. She’s swaying slightly and her words are noticeably slurred.

“Baaabe! We jus-wonaworldCup!”

I smile at Christen as she looks over.

“I know Kel, pretty exciting isn’t it?”

I put my arm around her shoulder and let her mumble excitedly in my ear, her head tucked underneath mine. We ride back to the hotel and I spend the whole time thinking about the win. A thought hits me as we go to walk off the bus and I reach out to stop Kelley.

“Babe, it doesn’t bother you that I kissed you when we won, right? I mean I basically outed us without your permission, oh god,”

Kelley just looks at me and holds my hand, raising it above her head and turning to Ash, who is of course documenting our walk of pride off the bus.

“I want every *hic* body to listen up! Now, this is my girlfriend, and I love her very much, and we just won a World Cup and she’s worried if I’m mad cause she kisses me! Well, I’m not! I’m proud of us, all of us, and I think that if my girlfriend wants to kiss me she should be able to! No fear, no worry, no anxiety or care over what anyone will think!”

As she finishes her mini rant she reaches up, grabs my face, and kisses me like we just won a World Cup. There are a couple of wolf whistles and I know this is going to be everywhere tomorrow, but we all file off of the bus and go up to our rooms to clean up a bit before we start to party. I lead Kelley up to our room, getting her a bottle of water and making her drink a bit before she gets in the shower. I wait for her to get out of the shower before I gently tuck her into bed.

“Night Kel, I’ll be in in a minute, I’m going to grab a shower,”

She waves and I chuckle as I gather my pj’s. I get a quick shower before coming out. I see Kelly completely starfished on the bed and laugh. I grab her arm and try to maneuver her without waking her up.

“Whas happenin’ babe, why’re ya movin’ aroun’ so much?”

“Sorry, just trying to move so I can come to bed, babe, night,”

She mutters something but wraps her arm around my waist and buries her head in my neck. I sigh and smile before falling asleep.

I wake up to snoring and our alarm blaring. I quickly shut it off and go about making Kelley and I coffee. I get everything brewing and go back to the bed. Kelley’s hair is insane, and her face is scrunched up from the sun that’s shining across her nose. I climb into the bed and gently kiss her nose, moving to her cheeks, and eventually making my way to her lips.

“Baaabe, it’s time to waaake upp,”

She groans and I smile.

“I have coffee and a hug if you get up, we have to get down to meet up with the team so we can go home Kell,”

She slowly wakes up and stretches before giving me a kiss. We slowly get ready, Kel obviously sporting a hangover. She grabs a tanktop with my last name on the back, some sweats, a pair of slides, and a baseball hat. We head downstairs and the team cheers as we get to the lobby for breakfast.

“There’s the love birds! Have either of y’all seen social media today?”

We both shake our heads and Ashlyn takes out her phone to show us the results of our impromptu kiss at the game. Most of the comments are positive, only a few negative people, and a few heartfelt messages saying how thankful they are that we decided to come out. I give Kelley a quick side hug and we split to get breakfast, Kelley covering food and me covering our second coffees of the day. We all eat and get on the bus, Kelley again picking a seat next to preath. We all get settled and Kelley lays her head on my shoulder, mirroring Tobin. I grin at Christen and get a text from Ashlyn.

Ash the Destroyer: Doesn’t it feel good to just kiss the girls we want to kiss?

I type out a quick reply and squeeze Kelley’s hand.

Y/N: Yeah, it feels pretty great. No more hiding, no more worries, just us.

#Kelly O'Hara Imagine

#USWNT Imagine

#Kelley O'Hara x reader

#Ashlyn Harris

#Kelley O'Hara

#USWNT

#Kelley O'Hara Imagine #uswnt imagine #Kelley O'Hara x reader #kelley o'hara #uswnt #ashlyn harris

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bbnibini · 3 years

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PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – sixty-two🔖

[ Go alone ]

(Satan’s affection -15)

{ OPEN STATUS : YES

> approved

> displaying capture targets

Mammon: 85♡/100♡

Satan: 70♡/100♡

Barbatos: 0♡/100♡

Lucifer: 5♡/100♡

CLOSE STATUS : YES

>approved }

Lucifer looked surprised to see you by your lonesome. His eyes scanned at the empty space beside you, seeing no one.

“It sounded urgent and—“ you paused, considering if your explanation sounded like excuses. Was he testing you? For what reason? Or were you overthinking all of this?

“…I got lost on the way. The map you sent me was confusing…” You sighed in relief to see his expression lighten, urging you to sit with “them”.

Who were them?

It almost felt like a job interview. Barbatos was sitting at his desk, sitting across from your sofa. Lucifer was on the other, scanning pages of documents, while Solomon contented himself with the view outside, looking elsewhere.

“Uhm…” What a weird combination of personalities. Lucifer seemed to read your mind and answered for you.

“I’ll cut to the chase.” He showed you the documents and urged you to read it. “You were in danger.” Barbatos nodded, elaborating. “The person responsible for causing you harm had been apprehended quite recently. We wish to share this announcement to you now that the issue had been resolved.” He didn’t expect the serenity on your features, which caused him to react. “You don’t look surprised.”

That was because your mind blanked—unable to process what was said to you. In the documents handed out to you were numerous accounts of not only you, but your loved ones in the Human Realm being targeted by insurgents, unhappy with the Demon King’s son taking reign in his slumber. At one hand, you sympathised with them—with nowhere else to go but the home of those who destroyed theirs, bound to a life they did not choose. Freedom in exchange for comfort, a life for a life…even a life that did not concern them. At least that was what you thought.

“They’re fine now.” Solomon finally turned towards you, back leaning against the window. “I was commissioned by Lucifer to create an antidote to counter the brainwashing they received. Yours too.”

“Ah, thank you—

Wait. Did you just say, me too?”

Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “You weren’t suspicious why I came home more frequently? And even cooked meals for everyone?”

Nope. Sorry. Idiot brain can’t understand.

“Flavourless antidote. One of my best creations~” Solomon helpfully explained for you…or not. He said it pretty vaguely too so you weren’t really sure if you really understood.

“I laced it in your meals. I even discouraged Beelzebub to share them with you.”

“It was just you being you?”

The way Lucifer rolled his eyes in exasperation made Solomon snort out a laugh. You were pretty sure Barbatos was also holding back a smile—well sorry if you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed! It was a good distraction however, from your many tumultuous thoughts. You supposed you were fairly good at hiding your fears for them not to notice—their explanation of what happened and what may happen from that point on seemed reassuring and daresay, foolproof…but…a part of you couldn’t help but wonder…

What if it fails?

What if someone is still out there, out to kill you? To harm your loved ones?

“Are you sure you will be fine going back on your own?” Lucifer asked you, and you nodded. Your AKUber was waiting for you outside, and Satan said he will be waiting for you back at Lamentation. Your boyfriend knew something was going on but didn’t press you for answers; and now you felt bad for not bringing him with you because you didn’t think things through!

Your hand trembled at the door handle, feeling a pair of eyes on you, but as you turned back, you were only greeted back by Lucifer’s own worried pair of red eyes, asking if you are reconsidering your decline—Barbatos was poring over a difficult looking book (a pair of spectacles on his person), and Solomon had his back turned against you, admiring the view from the window.

You shook your head and reassured Lucifer once again before shutting the door.

The absence of a butler guiding you to the entrance made you take a lot of detours on your way there. Such detours led you to spotting a familiar figure you would have never expected to cross paths with in Barbatos’ Estate.

“Levi?”

He was trying to escape, but the power of your words (all thanks to your pact with him), glued him to where he was standing. Even with your apologies, he still glared at you—understandable. You were pretty sure no one would ever enjoy being treated like a dog. (There were better words than stay but you panicked and said the first command that popped out of your head).

“What are you doing here?!” You asked each other in unison, followed by a seemingly endless chain of both of you unjinxing each other.

“Sorry for err…doing that.” You held his hand in an effort to pry him away from the floor he almost faceplanted on, hearing him swear and complain about his sides that took the brunt of the impact instead. “So, what gives, Levi? Why are you here?”

There was a blush colouring his cheeks now—his face—to the tips of his ears. He shouted. “NORMIES LIKE YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND!!!!”

You covered his mouth. “Okay, okay! I won’t ever! Just keep your voice down!”

When he asked why he still couldn’t move, you scratched your head and laughed, telling him no idea, which earned you a well-earned smack at your back. “I’m sorry, okay?! I can’t control my strength!”

You both decided to keep each other company until the binding from your spell wore off. Through your numerous pestering, you finally pressured him to he finally told you about his reasons for coming to the Estate.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Promise.”

He looked from side to side, urging you to lean your ear towards him. “Ruri-chan’s birthday is coming soon and…B-Beel said…he w-wanted to celebrate with m-me…”

“Wha—“ He immediately covered your mouth to shut you up this time. Revenge served cold. “Go on, laugh! A gross otaku like me dragging my brother to celebrate a birthday of a fictional character?! He only agreed to go because of the food! I know that!”

“I never said that, Levi…” You smooshed his cheeks and stroked his head, earning you his ire. “So that’s what it’s about. You could have just asked Satan for baking lessons, you know?”

“Schwiff! (As if!)”

You already knew about Ruri-chan’s birthday! Heck, you were the first person he invited! You just weren’t aware that he invited Beel as well (nor did you know he was preparing for the party to this extent), and he seemed really excited to have his brother over since the sixth born didn’t really seem to be an anime person. “Maybe we can invite Belphie too! You can let him cuddle on your Ruri-chan body pillow! Maybe you can even make your bedroom Ruri-themed! His eyes sparkled at your suggestion, before deflating back again to his usual doom and gloom.

“What if they find it gross? What if they won’t actually go?”

“I’d still be there. I can invite Satan too!”

“…t-they never came to my parties before…”

You couldn’t help it! It felt like he needed a hug. You felt him trembling in your embrace, weakly returning your gesture. “We won’t know until we try. I’ll wait for you at home, okay?”

“It will take a while. Barbatos and I will be making sweets.”

“Then why don’t I wait for you?”

“You should go.” Levi said, pulling away from the hug. “You can tell me about why you’re here later, okay?”

!!!

“Obviously, you want someone else to know first—besides! Barbatos is waiting for me. Now go, before I throw another tantrum—“

“Leviiiiiiiii!”

You received a pinch on your cheek as you proceeded to smother him in hugs.

💌💌💌

Your intentions to wait for Levi hadn’t been as pure as he thought it was. You left your AKUber, told the driver you’d walk from there and stared up at the sky. Eternal darkness littered with stars greeted you, and it was only five in the afternoon. You had a wonderful boyfriend waiting for you to come home, an understanding best friend who didn’t push you for answers but…you still couldn’t help the melancholy you felt in your heart. After texting Satan that you will take a few detours on the way home, you sauntered off to the bustling streets of Devildom, walking aimlessly, hoping you could place a name for your current, turbulent thoughts and feelings.

You couldn’t go home like this. The reflection staring back at you from the display windows looked like it was about to cry. It was ridiculous. There’s no more threat to your life—and even if there was, you were confident that Satan and his brothers would not let any harm to come to you. So why…why do you feel…useless? Do you deserve the happiness you’re feeling right now? Especially when people were fighting for your safety in the sidelines?

How long had you been circling the shopping district? Were people giving you weird looks? Was it really okay for you to go alone and decline Lucifer’s offer?

A voice called your name in the faceless crowd—familiar and almost comforting. With his hand on your back, and the other holding your hand to catch you, his aquamarine eyes pulled you back.

“Simeon?”

His serene smiles had been comforting, his “Are you okay?” shattered you enough to break you down in tears.

You hated being alone in your thoughts, but hated it even more if you showed this side of yours to those who were watching over you in secret. You had a vague knowledge that they are going out of their way for you, but not like this—not to this extent. So seeing someone, completely unaware or even out of their influence was a breath of fresh air.

Simeon held you and offered his comforting silence until you have calmed down. And even when it was time for you to separate paths, he immediately knew you were reluctant to be alone again. Were all angels like that? You wanted to ask, but chose to keep silent.

“Want to come with me? I’ll fix you a cup of tea.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

💌💌💌

Purgatory Hall, true to its definitions, almost felt…pure. Pristine white walls, gilded ornaments, angelic statues and paintings—it almost felt like the times when you were gawking at Catholic church interiors when the priest takes too long to arrive for mass. Its quiet was different, contrasting even to Lamentation’s usual hustle and bustle.

“Luke is studying Satan’s reviewers.” Simeon answered for you when he noticed your eyes were scanning the vicinity. Without the blackboards and study table, you can finally see Purgatory in all its beauty. You forgot how calming it was to be here. Was? You don’t recall going here often…

“Oh, perfect timing! Barbatos had just given me sweets today. Would you like some with your tea?” Everyone seemed to be either getting sweets or being taught to make sweets by Barbatos today. But you wouldn’t pass up on such a tempting offer and accepted Simeon’s generosity. A fresh cup of tea was laid in front of you along with a slice of cake. Simeon sat on the sofa beside you, sipping his own cup before turning to you. “You look troubled, little lamb. Is something bothering you?”

The warm tea in your mouth calmed the worries in your heart by a bit. Enough for you to reply to Simeon without tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “You can tell, can’t you? Sorry for the trouble.” Simeon shook his head. “I couldn’t leave you alone; my heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Now…” You felt puzzled when he patted his lap, so he explained. “Why don’t you lie down and air out your worries? I won’t have to listen if you want me to. It might make you feel better as well.”

“L-lie? On your lap?!”

Simeon seemed confused at your flustered reactions. “Yes. Is something wrong with that? I do it with Luke and Solomon all the time.”

He didn’t leave any room for protests that’s for sure—before you knew it, his lap was now your pillow, and his beautiful features greeted you as you looked up. How embarrassing!

“Your muscles are tense, little one. Relax. I won’t force you to say anything if you don’t want to.” His words had some power to them. Was it because he was a writer? In no time at all, you felt your eyes closing, heart calmer. His voice seemed louder in the darkness.

“Simeon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever felt helpless?”

You felt his hands comb through your hair, voice soft yet clear enough for you to hear. “Of course. I feel like everyone had felt powerless at some point in their lives. Some Human Realm psychologists even have a name for it—“ He mentioned something about a man named Alfred Adler and his theories about humans and their feelings of inferiority upon birth; some material he used to understand one of his TSL characters deeper. “Of course, a character is not as complex and as deep as a real living person, so your sense of helplessness is deeper and more profound.”

“It’s kinda funny,”

“Hm? What is funny?” Simeon asked you back.

“Humans try to understand and know themselves better, but we still couldn’t prevent ourselves from feeling helpless.” When he didn’t respond, you continued speaking. “It’s like, your life is already set out for you to live and you can’t do anything about it—and any form of strength, wisdom or innate ability you have are mere illusions. You can’t escape from what you will become or what you already are.

Simeon?”

You looked up at him, seeing tears form on his own eyes that made you sit up in panic.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound depressing—tissue! I have a tissue in my pocket!”

He thanked you graciously for your tissue, dabbing the corner of his eyes with a laugh.

“You humans are amazing, do you know that?”

“We are?”

Nodding, his smile returned, and you were back to facing each other again.

“Don’t ever lose hope. You have the right to forge your own path, so don’t ever waver, Little Lamb. Your efforts will never be in vain.”

“Thank you…” That was some really profound advice. And honestly? From the way Simeon’s eyes seemed to look straight past you, you couldn’t help but feel that he was saying his words of advice to someone else as well.

His company, his sweets and your conversations with him until the early hours of the evening however, effectively lightened up your mood. And by the time you returned to Lamentation, with a worried Satan catching you in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile and say,“I’m home.”

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missconstancehardbroom · 4 years

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There's a talent show in Greendale and by a popular request, you found yourself in a stage with your Ukelele and undeniable love for Zelda Spellman.

But Zelda Spellman misinterprets. Damn

You have no idea how you got on the platform with a ukulele on your hands. You squinted as the makeshift spotlight glared at you from the rafters, obscuring your vision from the crowd chanting your name, encouraging you to sing. You saw Sabrina and her friends at the frontlines clapping their hands like crazy, whistling and grinning at you. You gave them an awkward wave before you pulled the mic stand towards you – you winced when it gave that ear splitting feedback and when you finally succeeded in adjusting the microphone just so it will be a breath away from your lips, you gave it a tentative tap just to make sure it is working properly.

You heard Hilda call out your name from a distance. You squinted your eyes trying to find her and when you did, you felt the heat rush up into your cheeks and you were unsure if it was the light that brought heat unto your cheeks or the redhead standing beside the sweetest Spellman. You waved back at Hilda who, with her elder sister in tow, manage to squirm their way from the back of the crowd towards where Ros, Theo, Sabrina and Harvey were standing. It seems like everyone were cheering for you, all except one. Zelda looked at you indifferently, her arms were entwined on her chest and an obvious frown gracing her lips.

“So, I heard this song a while back and I wanted to dedicate it to my favourite person in the world,” You announced forcing yourself to smile despite the heavy feeling in your chest as you started to pluck the strings of your ukulele, “I hope you like it.”

You watched as Zelda rolled her eyes and took a dramatic sigh before she gave a very unenthusiastic clap towards you. She was obviously distracted with the mortals surrounding her.

“Don’t think about her. Stop thinking about her.” You thought to yourself before you sang the first words of the song.

Am I allowed… to look at her… like that?

Could it be wrong when she’s just so nice to look at?

You could see how Zelda’s brows furrowed when she noticed you were looking at their general direction, then she shifted her gaze unto the woman standing beside her and realized how Hilda was looking back at you with an undeniable dreamy look on her face. You gave them your most charming smile and you shook your head when Hilda gushed at you. You have learned that Hilda had found a habit of listening to you sing without your knowing whenever you do menial tasks like washing dishes or cutting vegetables. You do not like how your voice sounded when you sing and was surprised when one day, Hilda complained to you when you stopped singing for an entire week.

What you didn’t noticed was how Zelda’s mood soured when she notice the silent conversation that you and Hilda shared and mistaken it for something else. She looked at your direction, and if the light have not obscured your vision, you would notice the subtle lines that worried her brows or the quiver on her lips as you sang the next line of the song. Because from where she is standing, she could see the mutual admiring looks that you and Hilda exchanged.

If she only knew who you were truly looking at.

She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

If you have not shifted your gaze from Zelda’s direction to look at the strings of your instrument, you would’ve seen the change in her demeanour and that split-second look of heartbreak on her face.

And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

And she… means everything to me…

If you have not taken your eyes away from Zelda Spellman, you wouldn’t have missed how she blinked in rapid succession, trying to stop her own tears from brimming in her eyes.

When you turn your gaze back to the crowd, you saw the giddy smile upon Hilda’s face and you gave her an acknowledging wink in which she responded with two thumbs up.

I’d never tell, you nearly chuckled with Hilda’s antics, No I never say a word, you continued singing

You turn your gaze towards Zelda and gave her a tentative smile, but she just stared blankly back at you, bored.

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt,

Zelda shifted on her feet, glaring at anyone who stood too near to her. She felt her fingers twitching as if looking for a phantom stick of cigarette that she would oh so love to have at that very moment. She chewed on the inside of her lips trying to calm herself in the midst of this storm of emotion bubbling deep in her gut. She felt as if her lungs were about to burst and her throat burning as she tried to stop herself from showing any form of reaction.

How could she not notice? You and her sister has been very close in the recent month that you have stayed with them. She should not be surprised if you had fallen for her ever so perfect sister, Hilda Spellman, who was ever so kind and ever so sweet to you, while she on the other hand, kept her distance. It was safer for her to keep herself at arm’s length towards you and risk of following her brother into falling for another mortal.

But who was she kidding?

Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she hoped that you would look at her the same way you looked at Hilda - with such warmth and admiration. Because in her eyes, whenever you look at her, or even in her general direction, you are always frowning. Always averting your eyes even before your sight landed on her, or when you did look at her, you stare at her with such intensity that she could’ve sworn you cursed her in your thought.

Oh if only she knew what’s really going on in that beautiful brain of yours

She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

And she… means everything to me…

You closed your eyes, singing your heart out, forgetting the crowd in front of you who were engrossed in listening to the song. You have forgotten all about them as you continue to strum on your ukulele, taking quick glances towards Zelda Spellman, who unlike the other audiences who softly sway on their feet as you sang, stood firmly on the ground.

Well at least she was looking at you.

At least, she was here listening..

Atleast…

You felt your stomach drop when you saw Zelda turn away, starting to leave her spot, it was only because Hilda grabbed the redhead’s right arm and whispered something to her sister’s ears did she decided to stay, against her will, you thought to yourself.

And I’ll be okay, admiring from afar

Cause even when she is next to me

We could not be more far apart

Her fists clenched, unmoved by the fact that you are practically singing the song for her… to her. You even felt your heart break when she waited until you glanced back at her and she yawned. She deliberately poised her hand on her mouth and she yawned.

How you wish you could just walked up to her and tell her to listen because that song was meant for her..

Cause she taste like birthday cake and story time and fall…

But with all the time that you have spent in her presence, it is obvious that whatever you felt about her shall and will forever be unrequited. To her, you are an inconvenience that she hoped she had never come across.

But to her, you heard your voice cracked, you paused from singing and continued to strum as you try to compose yourself and continue singing. But the next words came out more of a whisper than a song…

I taste of nothing at all…

You felt your silent tears start to well in the corner of your eyes. You wet your lips and blinked your eyes, hoping that it would keep the next set of tears from spilling from your eyes at bay.

If only you could tell her the truth. If only you could tell her how you truly feel about her. Then perhaps…

You shook your head when your finger missed a cord, but you continued strumming, and this time, you just fixed your attention on your uke.

She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

You kept your eyes closed, your brows furrowed as you sang.

And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

The song is coming to an end

And she… means everything to me…

This will soon be over

Yes she… means everything to me…

The song

she… she means everything…

and your feelings for her.

to me…

If only it would be that easy.

When you ended your song, the crowd remained silent. Slowly, you lifted your head and looked at Hilda’s direction, only to find an empty spot where Zelda stood earlier. You force a smile unto your lips and bowed before your audience, which in return earned a resounding applause and cheers.

Funny, you would gladly exchange all of the applause that you received that night for a single smile from Zelda Spellman. But who are you kidding? She barely even acknowledges your existence.

~0~

You gave Hilda a genuine smile when she rushed towards your direction when you went down from the stage still in the euphoric high of applause that you received. She was still clapping and nearly jumping on her feet when she hugged you and told you how marvellous you sounded. You blushed in embarrassment when other people from the crowd approached you and requested for you to have another go on the stage, which you politely declined. You have enough embarrassment tonight to last a lifetime.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces around you, looking for the tell-tale shade of red that is Zelda’s Spellman’s hair, but you saw none of her, not even her shadow.

“She went home, darling,” Hilda pulled you in to a whisper, “She’s not a really big fan of crowds such as this.”

You just nodded and walked with Hilda away from the stage, Sabrina and her friends were nowhere in sight, perhaps they now enjoying the fair rides somewhere. You bought some knickknacks to bring home for Ambrose, you heard how much he loved Shawarma wraps and so you decided to buy him three Shawarma wraps and two shawarma rice for yourself with extra hot sauce.

You and Hilda talk your way to the mortuary, laughing at the silliest of things. This is the sight that Zelda Spellman saw when the two of you arrived at the front porch steps of the Spellman house.

“And here I thought the two of you have been murdered on your way home,” said Zelda, having a drag of her cigarette, “You better prepare for dinner, Hilda. I don’t think whatever Y/N has in those bags were any good enough to eat.”

You glared at Zelda, biting your tongue just so to avoid another confrontation. She had been terribly difficult in the last couple of weeks and you just do not know why. You have asked Hilda about it before but she just shrugged her shoulder saying that ‘Zelds was just not in the mood’ or that, ‘She had always been like that.’

Hilda took the bags from you despite of your protest, before she headed back inside the house, leaving you and Zelda alone. Despite of the fact that the two of you were practically standing shoulder-to-shoulder, the two of you did not truly acknowledged each other. Zelda was staring at the direction of the driveway while your eyes are focused on the closed red door.

You wanted to start a conversation with Zelda, you wanted to tell her that you were hurt with how she acted earlier, but you realized that it would just be pointless. Zelda would just simply shrug you off and you will feel terrible. And besides, you were still upset with her.

“You sang beautifully earlier,” said Zelda, not bothering to look at you.

“Thank you?,” you replied with a bitter smile. You wanted to ask her why she left early, but you know you will only have silence as her answer. You are about to step into the house when Zelda called out your name.

You paused and did not turn around to look at her.

“If you really liked her as much as you said in the song, I think you should tell her.” said Zelda behind you, “A love unrequited will only remain unrequited if the other person does not know the truth, don’t you think?”

“Believe me or not, Miss Spellman, it will do none of us any good if the person in question knows my affliction,” you looked back over your shoulders, “and it is not love unrequited, at least not yet. It’s love unacknowledged, and I am thankful it will remain so for as long as I am able.”

“Besides,” you added, staring deep into Zelda’s ocean green eyes, “she never cared for me at all. So what’s the point?”

When you saw realization flash into Zelda’s eyes, you rushed back into the kitchen. You are certain Zelda would not ask more personal questions to you if you are with her sister.

This is for the best, you thought to yourself.

At least for now.

#zelda spellman #Zelda Spellman x Reader #Songfic #Zelda deserves to be serenaded #But she have no idea the song was for her #Because reader is an idiot who cannot confess her feelings #or better yet does not want to confess her feelings

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jwywrld · 4 years

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voicemail

genre: fluff & slight angst

pairing: jung wooyoung (ateez) x fem reader

word count: 1900+ words

warnings: mention of loss of loved ones

summary: you don’t like phone calls but your history partner, wooyoung, insists on calling you for your project. frankly, he just wants to hear your voice.

a/n: hii i’m rly new to writing and this is my first post :) i’m rly nervous shdjs hope you like it! if i made any typos or errors i’m so sorry (also the title sucks im so sorry i really didn’t know what to name it)

ring! ring!

with a roll of your eyes, you pick up your phone. “ugh who is it. don’t they know i hate phone calls?” looking at the caller id, you saw that it was your history partner, wooyoung.

“hey! i heard we’re paired together for the history project!” a black haired boy chirped, bouncing up to you. “yeah.” you replied with a sigh. it was wooyoung, the nicest and most cheerful boy in your class. he seemed nice but you thought it was all an act. how could anyone be so nice to everyone all the time? it’s probably just to gain popularity. he was kinda cute though you had to admit. “great! just give me your number so we can work on it together.” he smiled, handing you his phone. after you keyed in your phone number, you turned and left, asking him to text you when he wanted to work on the project.

feeling your phone vibrate in your hand, you looked at it, seeing it was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: who are you?

Unknown Number: it’s wooyoung, your history partner

y/n: oh

wooyoung my history partner: can we start on the history project now? i wanna start on it earlier so we don’t have to rush it

y/n: can we start tomorrow

kinda tired now

wooyoung my history partner: sure! :)

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“why did you call me?”

“um.. because we have to work on the project?”

“wow didn’t know that. i meant why did you have to call me. can’t we just text?”

“calling is waaaayyy easier though!”

“i don’t like phone calls.”

“wha—”

you hung up.

about 3 seconds later, you got a text from wooyoung.

wooyoung my history partner: HEY!! why’d u do that! >:0

y/n: i told you. i don’t like phone calls. can’t we discuss over text?

wooyoung my history partner: No.

y/n: ugh

fine.

wooyoung my history partner: :D

immediately after, you heard your phone ring again. you sighed and picked it up.

“so... we have to choose between the mexican-american war or the cold war right?” you asked.

the two of you talked about the project for about an hour, researching and sharing the information you had found with each other, then collating it. in between, you guys made small talk and he told you a few jokes, causing you to let out small chuckles.

“ok that’s it for today. i still have work to do.” you said, your brain not being able to take any more history.

“ok bye—”

that wasn’t that bad! maybe phone calls weren’t as bad as you thought they were.

about 3 days later, you were practising some math questions. however, no matter how many times you tried it, you just couldn’t understand it. you decided to move on to the next question, only to find out that you were stuck as wel. frustrated, you felt the wet hot tears build up in your eyes. why do i have to be so dumb? why can’t i understand it right away? to make it worse, your exams were in two weeks and you had so much to catch up on. sitting at your table, you sobbed, the tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.

feeling your phone vibrate furiously on the table, you saw that wooyoung was calling you. you declined it, wiping the tears away from your face.

wooyoung my history partner: why did you decline my call :((

y/n: do we really have to call???

wooyoung my history partner: i don’t understand! why do you hate calling people so much?

“y/n, your dad and i are going to be staying in New Zealand for a while to take care of gramps. i know you’re only 16 and it’ll be hard to be living alone but we’ll try to be back as soon as possible. we promise.”

“mom... why do i have to be left alone here?”

“sweetie.. we don’t have a choice.. gramps is really sick and needs someone to take care of him. i promise we’ll be back as soon as we can.”

those were the last words you had heard from your parents before they had gotten into a serious car accident right afteryour grandpa had passed. you had prayed for them to be okay for days, but to no avail. they had passed, leaving you, a 16 year old girl to fend for herself. after that incident, phone calls only reminded you of the day when the nurse had called you, informing you that your parents didn’t make it. it was one of the hardest years of your life, having to cope with the loss of your parents, grandpa and also having to get used to being alone. it had been 2 years and your aunt had been paying for the bills, insisting that you only repay her in the future when you had a stable job and income.

y/n: idk

wooyoung my history partner: wtv i’m still calling you idc

accepting defeat, you picked up the call, trying to calm your shaky voice.

“hi.” you said softly, your voice quivering.

“y/n? are you okay?” the concern in his voice genuine.

how did he pick that up from one word???

“yeah i’m fine. let’s just do this.” you sniffed.

“i’m not stupid y/n. but if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s okay.”

“thank you.” you croaked.

you let him do most of the talking while you typed down the points. after the discussion, you completely broke down again. not only because of stress but also because wooyoung’s question had reminded you of your parents.

“mom... dad... why did you have to go... i miss you so much. when can ever be happy again?”

after a week of calling wooyoung on the phone and discussing, you realised that you actually enjoyed talking to him. you also learned some things about him like how he was afraid of bugs and loved puppies. you also heard him talk about his younger brother and how much he missed him while he was staying at the dorms in school.

wooyoung my history partner: helloooo do you wanna meet tmr after school at the library to do the board

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: can you bring the board & markers? i’ll bring paper & glue.

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: ugh you’re such a dry texter

y/n: what did you expect me to reply to that???

wooyoung my history partner: ...

idk

y/n: exactly.

wooyoung my history partner: ok wtv see you tomorrow!!! :))

y/n: c u 2

why did you feel so nervous at the thought of meeting him tomorrow?

“hey woo” it was a nickname you had given him in the past week, thinking it was short and cute.

“hey y/n! did you bring the stuff?”

“yup”

“ok great”

you worked side by side, writing down the different notes and points, blushing when your hands accidentally brushed and mumbling a small ‘sorry’.

after two hours, your board was finally done!

“all that’s left to do is present”

“ugh that’s the WORST part”

“come onn y/n you know it’s graded! so let’s just do it properly”

a day later, before you called to practise your presentation. a thougut you had been pushing back popped into your head.

what happens to us after this project? i still want to stay friends. will he just pretend like nothing happened?

worry creeped in at the thought of being alone again without having anyone to talk to, even if the two of you did not talk much in school. however, others had noticed him occasionally staring at you during classes or breaks.

halfway through practising the presentation, curiosity and fear kicked in and you couldn’t help but blurt out

“woo what’ll happen to us after.. you know.. this?”

“what do you mean?”

“are we still gonna be.. friends?”

“why shouldn’t we be???”

“i don’t know.. i just thought.. maybe you wouldn’t have a reason to hang out with me anymore..”

“what?? you’re crazy. of course we can still be friends!! anyway let’s drop this subject and continue from where we left off.”

after hearing his words, you felt assured and relaxed. when another question popped into your head.

“woo? why do you like calling me so much?”

“i just... it’s just... weren’t we talking about the first phase of the cold war?” he cleared his throat.

“wooooooo~ you didn’t answer my question” you whined.

“how about we just focus on the project y/n?”

about half a year passed and you and wooyoung had soon become best friends. you facetimed each other everyday, talking about how your day went or ranting about the annoying teachers and classmates. you had told him about your parents, explaining why you were awkward and dry with people

what he didn’t know was that you had quickly developed feelings for him, but hiding it because you were scared of how he would react and afraid that you might lose your relationship with him.

it was one of the rare occasions when you were at his dorm, seated beside each other on the purple velvet sofa, just enjoying each other’s company while watching a movie.

“woo, remember when i asked you that question like. a while ago?”

“what question”

“why did you like calling me so much?”

“well... i... i... i guess i just had to do the history project with you?”

“we both know we could have just made a google document... so... why? i’m honestly soooo curious so just tell meeeeeee”

“fine. ijustlikedhearingyourvoiceiguess” he replied, cheeks turning pink.

“... you what”

“i just.. wanted to hear your voice you know?”

“oh”

“anyway y/n. what i’m trying to say is. i like you. a lot. i- i was scared to say this to you because i don’t want to lose our friendship but.. i don’t think i can keep this in anymore. i like you, y/n.”

gasping at his sudden confession and not knowing how to react, you just stared at him with wide eyes.

“ah shit i’ve screwed this up. i’m sorry y/n just. please ignore what i said.” he bit his lip.

“i... i- may or may not like you too?” you managed to squeak out, cheeks rosy.

suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours, eyes widening at his sudden movement. it was a short but sweet kiss, causing you to turn even redder than you already were.

“oh god y/n you don’t know how worried i’ve been about this. i’m so glad that you.. feel the same away about me!” he babbled.

“i..i’m afraid though, woo. what if... what if i lose you too? like i lost my parents.” your voice started to shake and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of that.

he cupped your face in his hand, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“hey.. don’t say that alright? i’m here. i’m right here. i’m not leaving you.”

he pulled you in for a hug while you cried into his chest, letting the tears run. he held you in his arms until you stopped crying.

“how ‘bout i take you out on a date this saturday hm? how’s that sound?” he said, lifting your chin up so you would meet his eyes.

“great!” you smiled softly, melting into his gaze.

the next two hours were just spent cuddling, your head pressed against his chest, breathing in his scent while your legs were tangled up and he played with your hair and left little kisses on your head. it was the first time in a long time you had felt so happy, heart fluttering and exploding because you knew, finally, you weren’t alone anymore. wooyoung was here. and that was all that mattered.

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SICON verse MWD/Talk it out

Humans have animals that smell they take into combat to detect things even tech cant! crazy...also the start of the end of the BUG war arc!

(this is unproof read cause it is late an i am lazy)

Francis was practically skipping as he entered the squad room. Futuba raised an eyebrow "what’s up Sarge?"

Francis answered “Abebi and Churchill are done training”

T'Mai asked "Churchill?”

Futuba answered “her dog.”

Kvella asked “dog?”

Depoint smiled "a Terran creature with a great sense of smell, Can be trained to help humans."

The LT followed adding "they are standard on most squads but they had to be recalled to train them to deal with bugs..."

Kvella flexed one of her tentacles "my viewers will want to see this creature."

Ericson nodded "sounds good...we are will be picking them up at fleet station 9."

12 hours later:

The squad waited around in the cargo bay. T'Mai was half hiding after making the mistake of looking up this dog on the human computers. Kvella had not and was currently live broadcasting as she interviewed some Watson crew.

The airlocks made a *click click click*

And a hairy missile blasted in the bay jumping onto Ericson who fell to the ground hard. The handler followed soon after speaking in another human dialect the translator identified as Dutch what the handler said translates to "Churchill return!"

The dog stopped licking the LT returning to the handlers side. The handler was a woman who spoke with a think African accent as she fired a salute "sorry LT, Churchill missed you."

Ericson smiled as he said "all good Corporal...we have some new faces...this is specialist T'Mai and Kvella...public relations"

She smiled "right i have seen some of your broadcasts.... You are surprising charismatic LT"

Futuba grinned “Abebi Welcome back!”

Abebi grinned “I missed you guys.”

Ericson looked hurt before the squad returned to their quarters; As Ericson muttered “What do you mean surprisingly.”

Quarters:

Kvella was feeling brave as she asked “So why did it take SICON so long to redeploy these K9?” her drone buzzed by.

Abebi answered “The dogs had trouble adapting to the bugs…they had to be trained not turn and run when they see them,” As she stroked Churchill who sat next to her.

T’Mai who was sitting on the other side of the room asked “your dogs are trained to detect something yes? What is Chuchhill for?”

Abebi smiled “Churchill is a bomb sniffer…If you ever see Churchill sit down in the field without being prompted…it means he smells bombs.”

The LT added “never tell him to sit either…unless you want to see some worried humans.” He then left the quarters saying “Hailey…Captain Herendez needs to see me.”

Abebi watched him go asking “so those two dating yet?”

Futuba looked exaggeratedly disgusted “Abe those are my parents!”

T’Mai scratched his fur asking “do I want to know.”

Francis and Depoint answered at once “NO!”

Command center:

Ericson entered giving Hailey a salute saying “you wanted to see me Ma’am?”

Hailey looked tired as she gestures Vaguely “Another Job Will.”

Ericson sighed “they sure do keep us busy.”

Hailey nodded “SICON has been trying to pull us for shore leave but the council has personally overridden the order.”

Ericson whistled “that must have stepped on some toes.”

Hailey chuckled “maybe…you know me I’m not one for politics.”

Ericson smiled “truer words…so what is the job?”

Hailey summoned a hologram “capturing a bug central hive mind…a brain.”

Ericson whistled “Council been trying to do that since the war started.”

Hailey nodded “with no luck…that passed the buck to us…we are headed for a planet deemed PSJ 342…Council forces are already engaged…you are to drop behind enemy lines and gain access to the chamber…with luck in and out.”

Will looked at her pointedly and Hailey sighed “I know council intel has been bad for the whole war…and you trust them about as far as we can throw them but you have your orders.”

Will nodded “yes Ma’am.” Turning to leave

Hailey stopped him “Be careful Will this OP Smells.”

Will smiled “don’t worry about me Hails…you just get some sleep.”

Hailey chuckled “Sure Navy…”

Will rolled his eyes “Really this again?”

Hailey demanded “did I get my cookies!?”

Will groaned “I’m going to go prep my squad.”

Hailey chuckled “that’s right run away!”

Drop room:

Abebi adjusted the Dog power armor as Kvella filmed with interest, the armor is built like the human one just smaller and lacking a helmet, on its suit is electromagnetic Leash that keeps the dog close to her unless unleashed by her. The two share a drop pod with the dog being strapped to her chest during the drop.

Kvella adjusted her angle as she saw the rest of the squad getting prepped for the drop, Before long the alarm sounded and the squad entered there pods.

Drop zone:

The squad knelt on the ground scanning the area for bug activity as Ericson reported “Watson we have touched down"

Churchill moved sniffing as the squad advanced towards the caves.

2 hours later:

Ericson caught sight of the caves that brain was in radioing “Watson we are at the caves”

T’Mai mouthed “Humans.”

Francis flipped down his suits visor reporting “no movement no heat…”

Ericson chuckled “A bit under guarded.”

Depoint chimed in saying “20 says the brain was never here.”

Francis shook his head “no bet.”

Ericson asked “Futuba?”

Futuba answered “no chemical weapon signatures, no electric signals…all standard for a possible bug hive.”

Ericson sighed “alright game on…combat wedge…be ready.”

The team slowly advanced into the caves to find no bugs and a well-lit pathway Futuba sighed “Anyone else getting horror movie Vibes?”

Abebi added “if I find any dismembered bodies I am blaming you now Futuba.” As Churchill kept sniffing

The entered a large room where the massive brain bug was waiting a group of bugs guarding it when they saw the humans they started to turn blue, Ericson said “contact!”

Futuba shook her Head “LT wait…I got a pop on the universal translator looking at the bugs.”

Francis demanded “what are they saying!?”

Futuba pulled down her visor before reading “wait…we mean you no harm….” The blue light pulsed and changed color as Futuba read “we wish only to talk…You humans have been lied to...”

Ericson took a deep breath saying “alright…signal them I will talk to them.”

Francis countered “could be crock LT…”

Ericson said “Abebi…have Churchill check.”

The dog sniffed the area and did not sit down causing her handler say “no bombs LT.”

Ericson nodded “first sign of trouble…take em extreme prejudice.”

The squad said at once “yes sir.”

Ericson stepped out of cover saying “I am Lieutenant William Henry Ericson SICON federal forces.” His words were translated into a strobe light on his suit allowing the Klendethuins to understand him

He pulled down his visor to translate their response which translates to “we know who you are…thank you for speaking to us.”

Kvella sat in cover filming the strange light flashing exchange as dagger covered the Aliens.

Ericson returns “you said we were lied to…how?”

The Klendethuins answered “we did not attack Sorak nine…”

Ericson responded “I was there. I saw it.”

They answered simply “the council cloned some of our people to justify this conflict… they have been on decline for generation’s…they thought they could exploit our resources…and take advantage of the humans in the process.”

Ericson sighed “those are steep claims…do you have any proof?”

A smaller Bug approached slowly holding a small SICON issue device the Klendethuins explained “we were able to get this device off a trader we know…it contains all the evidence of the council plot against us.”

Ericson slowly took the device saying “futuba?”

The woman took it saying “on it boss…no viruses….no malware….It is a SICON Drive….accessing the data….holy hell.”

Ericson said coolly “Private?”

Futuba said “Lower your visor LT…I will send the data.”

Ericson did and it was all there records, contracts…war plans…planning meetings…failed cloning attempts…kidnapping…probing raids…the first contact incident as an attempt to secure natural resources’ from earth… the pivot to having us fight the war for them…plans for genocide.

Ericson said “Futuba…”

Futuba answered “it is legit…it has base code in it…impossible to replicate…it is from the council…holy shit.”

Ericson’s eyes went cold as he said to the Klendethuins “thank you for telling us…this changes everything…Dagger Pull back…”

The Watson:

Hailey looked over the data Dagger brought back again saying “Holy fuck…”

Will sat across from her “they set it up from day one…It figures we just happen to have a ship in the region when they attack… they got us hard…studied there history…used us to build a WMD just to get damn resources.”

Hailey nodded “Listen…A council security officer is here for your operation…You told him you had scrub…because there was nothing in that cave?”

Will nodded “not sure if he bought it.”

Hailey sighed “hopefully he did…he leaves and we get this data to SICON…”

Will nodded “this is the end of our involvement with the council isn’t it?”

Hailey laughed “I don’t see it ending any other way.”

Will sighed “I will tell the squad.”

Conference room:

The Officer demanded “what do you mean they were not there!?” he demanded to the not quite full squad with Abebi and Chruchill still in quarantine.

Ericson nodded “it means your intel was wrong Again.”

The intel officer looked however his species looks when they are smug “or they tired whispering in your ear…passing on some intel that is clearly forged.”

The jig was up so Ericson stepped forward “is it?0…we checked it…it is legit.”

The officer groaned “damn humans…can’t even use you as cannon fodder like we wanted!”

The squad demanded “so what now?”

The alien sighed “this will not leave this ship.”

Abebi and Churchill entered and the dog sniffed the air before looking at the alien and sitting.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space orcs #SICON verse #clif hanger #Dogs #Military working dog

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