Summary: Work life in the precinct can be exhausting, and with the paperwork piling up, you found yourself having a panic attack. Your coworker, Levi Ackerman, found you. What will he do? Not proof read!
It was late. Case reports were overdue and the station was too loud- too many people who didn't know when to shut up. You always found overlapping conversations overwhelming despite living in a busy city. Between the rustling files and unnecessarily loud laughs of coworkers who acted like they had nothing better to do, you found yourself stepping onto the station's rooftop, telling yourself you just needed air, not a breakdown.
Reluctantly, you rested your arms against the cool metal railing of the rooftop. Time was ticking yet the moment your eyes cast themselves upon Atlanta's skyline you had all the time in the world. Inhale and exhale. Breathe and blink. Monotonous breathing patterns slowly trailed behind the extended to-do lists which piled over your desk.
You were exhausted and burnt out. Years of training for a role in a police precinct dissolved into empty dreams of disillusionment. The badge in your pocket slowly took up more space than it should- creeping into your routine even after clocking out. Atlanta's horizon brushed faint amber across its pale blue canvas as the sun began to set. By far, this has been one of the most effective distractions. You haven't been here before, but the view from your apartment was quite similar.
The panic hit. You're okay. Everything is fine. You told yourself internally. Your heart thumped against your ribs faster than it should- more painful than usual. Immediately, your trembling hands grasped themselves onto the railing, attempting to ground you before you spiraled. It was a drowning kind of stillness. Like being a deer in headlights- the moment when something bad is about to happen and your body freezes- leaving you to struggle in paralysis.
Did you have too much coffee? Did that random switch up in your diet backfire? Why was everything crumbling down? You were doing so well. Everything was organised and submitted. Images of neglected reminder emails flickered through your memories. One email turned into three and the number of unread messages towered over you.
Closing your eyes, your lungs cried for oxygen as the priority shifted to breathing. You felt a single tear drop but you couldnt bring yourself to cry. It was just three case reports, but with you, there shouldn't be any left.
The rooftop door clicked shut. Footsteps echoed across the concrete. Quiet ones. You didn't look, you didn't need anyone seeing you like this. You kept your gaze on the buildings ahead when a sudden voice spoke. "You're not supposed to be up here" the man stated, it was Levi. Levi was another officer. The two of you didn't speak much simply because the two of you didn't seem to have anything in common oother than the fact that you were both friends with Hange.
Unwillingly, your shoulders jerked slightly, not from fear but the shame. "Sorry. I'll.. I just needed some air. I'll go back inside in a minute" is what you managed to stuttered out in a shaky voice that tried to appear casual.There was a long pause without footsteps. You expected him to walk away, leave before you irritated him more than the people indoors already have. But he didn't. You didn't dare to look but you were certain that he was standing right next to you. His voice hummed quietly over the bustling roads "You look like shit". It was a sarcastic remark but nonetheless it almost made you laugh. Almost.
"Thanks, I was curious" you muttered with a weak smile. Calmly, he rested his arms on the railing beside you, leaving a gap of air between the two of you.
"Can you breathe properly?" He questioned, not revealing concern just confirmation. You twitched a nod, focusing on your shallow breaths rather than addressing the issue. It was clear that you couldn't catch a deep breath but admitting that could bruise your ego. "You should sit down." He ordered. Something about his quiet sterness felt reassuring.
Without argument, you followed his command, resting on the conveniently placed slab of concrete that you could sit on. "Sit forward. Place a hand on your chest and the other on your abdomen." He waited a moment for you to collect yourself, evidently hesitant. "Take a deep and slow inhale through your nose. You should feel your abdomen rise as you breathe in"
You followed the rhythm of your aching lungs, occasionally looking over to Levi who was silently observing you. You were unable to hold the eyecontact because you found it too awkward. Despite being social, you believed that eyecontact said more than it should. Irises spilled out too many unspoken thoughts that should stay sealed within one's heart.
After a few minutes, Levi spoke again. "First time that's happened?" His tone wasn't accusatory, but rather curious masked with indifference.
Softly, you responded with a short "no". In response, he nodded once, not revealing any sense of judgement. Thankfully, he didn't drag the uncomfortable part of the conversation. He didn't ask any awkward questions like others usually would. "You hide it well" was all he said.
That was what made you look at him in surprise.
"Next time this happens, come find me." With that, he walked away. A quick exit that lingered a calm presence. It wasn't until later when you began to wonder how he knew exactly how to handle moments like that.
The following week, you noticed that Levi stopped brushing you off in meetings. He always seemed to clock out minutes after you did. It was generous but you still felt guilty. You didn't want to be a burden.
During one quiet shift where it was just the two of you left, you had to bring it up. You were embarrassed and worried that he'd see you as weak. "Thanks, for you know, that night." You admitted timidly.
Without looking at you, he responded. "Dont mention it". He continued to slip sheets into folders.
You argued weakly "I'm serious. Most people wouldn't have known what to do." You didn't want to look at him but you did. You wanted to prove gratitude.
A beat of silence hung over you. "...I get it" he muttered, but it was quiet enough so that you could hear him.
That was the first time Levi had opened up, slightly. It wasn't anything big but it was something. After that, it seemed as though your connection grew to be more than professional coworkers, but not anything romantic. Between the shared lunch breaks and partnered case works, you watched him slowly enter your life over than span of a couple months.
Author's note: this is the exact same as my Mijin fic but with Jackson Ellie Williams!!
Lazily, you leaned your arms against the cool, metal railing of the patrol wall, allowing your eyes to search into the distance of Jackson. You often went up here because of patrol, but it was truly a beautiful spot. There was a lot on your mind, particularly the fact that clickers have been coming in hordes recently, and you weren't the most confident at using your firearm with perfection.
The skyline of Jackson was to die for. Between the silhouettes of the semi-mountains, and golden streetlamps illuminating the path below, the view looked beautiful. It was definitely a distraction.
In addition to all of this, you had come to an awful realisation, you had caught feelings for your best friend, Ellie. She was laid-back, sarcastic, and funny, the exact characteristics that made you fall for her in the first place. She often spoke about how hot random girls in town were, but to you, it was just white noise when the topic returned.
"Dude, eyes on me! We're about to make history!" Ellie exclaimed, punching your shoulder gently. The cool breeze gently brushed the girl's auburn locks to the side, her plaid flannel waving past her back.
"This is all on you if anyone asks, got it?" Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the girl's fist, which was grabbing onto a bottle. Your grin widened in the slightest when you looked at the litre of water beside her. "..gosh, what am I gonna do with you?"
"You're gonna help me out. Hold the bottle so it doesn't fall." She laughed. The gentle breeze of the summer evening perfectly stroked Ellie's scruffy bangs away from her face, revealing her bright smile. "Hold it tight"
"Oh my gosh- I'm scared - no- Els- oh my gosh" you giggled, wrapping your trembling palms around the drink, which shook from adrenaline as you poured the water into the water gun. You looked down the wall to the narrow pavement below. "We're gonna get in so much trouble"
"Well prepare for trouble, make it double, stupid" she smirked, securing the hatch and grabbing your hands to aim the water gun at the man on the street. "take that you dick!" Jackson was a small town after all, if you were wronged, there was no way you wouldn't run into that person again...which is exactly why you aren't fully proud with the fact you and Ellie are attacking some random guy.
The two of you quickly ducked under the short wall. "First and last time I'm doing that" you muttered, scolding the girl. It was clear that your stunt caused a commotion below. Your eyes quickly met hers, a strange yet subtle look in her gaze nonetheless, you looked back down
"We barely used any water. What did we even buy it for, then?" The auburn argued, aiming the water gun at your chest. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, followed by a priceless grin.
"I don't know, maybe drink it then, smartass," you said as you aimed your water gun at her leg, which was exposed due to the shorts she was wearing.
She kissed her teeth and shot you a glare. Maybe it was a distraction because, before you knew, she had shot you with her watergun, leaving a wet stain on your tank top. "Have that"
"Oh, so it's a friend-or-foe thing now?" You smirked, raising an eyebrow whilst backing away from her and pulling the small plastic trigger which was bound to snap off - it was from some random stall after all.
"That a reference to the Romeo and Juliet film adaptation?" Ellie barked back, beginning to shoot you with her water gun between laughs. "Do you bite your thumb at me?" She imitated a posh English accent as she pointed her finger at you.
"Niche references don't make you look smart you moron" you yell from across the parking lot. Your water gun was holding on for dear life with the amount of force you were pushing into that pump.
"Oh shut up, you love it, sir" she joked, continuing with her Montague family act. "Go on, pull the trigger, I triple-dog-dare you"
"Well I'm more of a Julius Caesar girl if we're talking Shakespeare. You won't see me stabbing your back... or shooting you with a watergun. Expect the unexpected" you sneered sarcastically.
"Oh please, you're too predictable to be a conspirator," she scoffed. Famous last words by Ellie Williams before she got shot by the watergun. "Oh come on!" she hissed.
"Didn't see coming that, did you?" You chuckled.
It was all shit and giggles until you lost your balance whilst running over a bump. The sudden thud to the warm summer rocky wall forced awkward chuckles out of the both of you before they transitioned into hysterical and genuine laughs.
"We should take a break" she smirked, holding a hand out to help you up. The extended hand was too kind...too suspicious for Ellie Williams.
You raised a brow. Your eyes flickered across her hand - then up her tattooed arm - your gaze trailed to her face. That orange sunset tinted her dark eyes with the faintest hints of green and gold. Those eyes made it feel like time slowed down, even if it was momentarily. Ellie's unwavering gaze, which held yours, felt like an unspoken tension that only seemed to grow over these past few weeks.
You cleared your throat and stood up, dismissing her kind gesture. "we should head back" you admitted. "It's getting cold...you know... top of the wall and stuff".
"Are you serious? When's the last time you just... let go a bit?" Ellie huffed, resting the watergun over her shoulder. A small sign of irritation behind her eyes.
"What?" You asked. Between how attractive she looked right now with that stupid neon gun over her shoulder and that pissed look, your focus slipped between her words.
"You know, when was the last time you relaxed? We can sit around, smoke" she offered with a convincing smile. Of course she wanted to smoke, it was her thing now, which you obviously weren't a huge fan of.
"You kidding me?" You scoffed with a bitchy look plastered across your face. "No way in hell I'm inhaling that shit"
"Oh don't be such a goodie-two-shoes, just for now, rebel against your rigid rules. Fuck that was a tongue twister, rigid rules, whatever, my point still stands." Ellie gestured a blunt towards you. "They're not my regular cigs, just got these for today, Eugene's place, thought we could celebrate our victory"
"Have you had these before? Are they safe?- you know- as safe as this thing ca-" You asked as you took the blunt from her hand and examined it from side to side.
"They're fine, just make you feel lightheaded for the first couple minutes, but then it settles in, and the fun starts" the auburn mumbled between the blunt she was lighting.
"You sound like Tommy" you squinted your eyes suspiciously.
"Well I did cross the country with his brother" she shrugged smugly, taking a slow drag from the blunt. "I'd totally pull off the badass running the town, though"
"Nah you don't have it in you" you rolled your eyes. Leaning your back against the railing, you huffed.
"Hey dude fuck you" Ellie laughed loudly, shoving your shoulder playfully. She rested her arms on the short wall and observed the city view. Her head shifted to her bicep, pale green eyes boring into you. "Come onnn try it you dork" she held out the blunt once more.
"Fine, oh my gosh" you agreed, holding your hand out. The girl immediately adjusted her hunched position, waiting. "I don't even know how to do this"
"Just like- take a deep breath and exhale" she ordered. "Try not to choke, don't wanna deal with that"
Inhaling slowly, you felt smoke filling your lungs. You couldn't breathe. Coughing dramatically, whilst Ellie patted your back, had to be a clever tactic, you presumed. Her acting like she cared was a rare sighting. You weren't exactly sure why this felt so intimate. "You got the difficult part out of the way, try again," she encouraged.
The sun began to set, and you two were still sitting on the cold concrete, laughing your asses off. You weren't sure if something had triggered you or sobered you up, but this felt like the time, the time you had to confess.
“Okay, uh—so, get this.” you scratched the back of your neck, avoiding eyecontact. "I've just like got something to say, it's totally fine if you wanna push my ass of the building after this but-"
"Y/n."
"Basically, I like you," you blurted, wincing at the words that exposed you "I mean- of course- you're my best friend and I get that you like these other girls-"
"Y/n dude-" she breathed out.
Your pursed your lips into an awkwardly thin line, holding your gaze. Your face relaxed slightly as you felt a cold hand reaching for your shoulder, the familiar traces of cool fingers lightly stinging your skin. Her calloused hands brushed up to the back of your neck, she pulled you in and pressed her lips against yours.
You barely processed the situation, head slightly spinning from the previous blunt and kiss, scanning her expression, which remained neutral. "Does that clear things up for you?"
You let out a soft chuckle, awkward yet flustered. Ellie just smiled fondly, biting her inner cheek slightly. Your gaze flickered between her iris and lips, a cycle you had grown used to now. "Why would you do that?" You stuttered, eyes wide and desperate for an answer.
"Well first of all, you wouldn't shut the fuck up" she scoffed with a shit eating grin "and I may or may not be interested so yeah" her smile dropped within the last syllables.
"Roger that," you bit back a smile. You stood up, looking back at the view which had faded into orange and pink from the sunset as well as silver silhouettes of buildings which reflected the still-standing sun. "My place?"
detective! abby who prefers writing in blue ink but sticks to black as it is deemed 'more professional'
detective! abby who definitely flexes her vocabulary by using sophisticated and technical terms just to impress you
detective! abby who has the best aim in the precinct
detective! abby who is a total nerd about criminal minds
detective! abby who absolutely adores the police dogs. I am convinced that she would've tried to adopt one that was retiring. She definitely gets visibly offended if a dog likes another officer more
detective! abby who stocks up on vanilla protein yogurt in the office fridge. Although she personally likes it, she also strictly brings it because she knows her coworkers wont steal it because it's 'bitter'
detective! abby who tends to eat dark chocolate as a stress reliever before investigations. She saw a 'fun fact' about it on Facebook reels and ran with it
detective! abby whose biggest pet peeve is when someone takes her things without asking.
detective! abby who greets almost every colleague on her way to her desk every morning. Her warm smile followed by a "morning" is admirable by many.
detective! abby is the type to rub it in your face when she solves a case before you, looking at you when the Captain is praising her with that shit eating grin
detective! abby has insane reflexes. One time, a colleague almost dropped an important piece of evidence and this woman caught it instantly- safe to say that she avoids letting them handle evidence now
detective! abby whose desk is neatly organised but always has unnecessary post it notes stuck around everywhere whether it be a meeting time or a scruffy to-do list which is completed without fail
detective! abby who definitely intimidates the suspects during interrogations. She purposefully doesn't break eye contact just to make the person of interest uncomfortable, she knows its effectiveness. Her eyebrows subconsciously twitch whenever she thinks she's got a lead
Author's note: I can't find any Mijin fanfics, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands 🫡
Lazily, you leaned your arms against the cool, metal railing of the parking lot roof, allowing your eyes to search into the distance of Hyosan City. You often went up here to switch off, take a break. There was a lot on your mind, particularly the fact that exam season was just around the corner, and you weren't the most confident in the subjects, which would guarantee a decent job.
The skyline of Hyosan was to die for. Between the silhouettes of the semi-skyscrapers, and golden streetlamps illuminating the streets below, the view looked beautiful. It was definitely a spot you planned to gatekeep, despite the majority of the photos in your instagram highlight dedicated to sunsets being taken from this roof.
In addition to all of this, you had come to an awful realisation, you had caught feelings for your best friend, Mijin. She was laid-back, sarcastic, and funny, the exact characteristics which made you fall for her in the first place. She often spoke about how hot random girls in your class were, but to you, it was just white noise when the topic returned.
"Dude, eyes on me! We're about to make history!" Mijin exclaimed, punching your shoulder gently. The cool breeze gently brushed the girl's bangs to the side, her plaid flannel waving past her back.
"This is all on you if anyone asks, got it?" Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the girl's fist, which was grabbing onto a litre of water. Your grin widened in the slightest when you looked at the litre of water beside her. "..gosh, what am I gonna do with you?"
"You're gonna help me out. Hold the bottle so it doesn't fall." She laughed. The gentle breeze of the summer evening perfectly brushed Mijin's scruffy bangs away from her face, revealing her bright smile. "Hold it tight"
"Oh my gosh- I'm scared - no- Mijin- oh my gosh" you giggled, wrapping your trembling palms around the drink, which shook from adrenaline as you poured the water into the water gun. You looked down the car park rooftop to the narrow pavement below. "We're gonna get in so much trouble"
"Whatever" she smirked, securing the hatch and grabbing your hands to aim the water gun at the woman on the street. "take that you bitch!" Hyosan was a small city after all, if you were wronged, there was no way you wouldn't run into that person again...which is exactly why you aren't fully proud with the fact you and Mijin are attacking some random lady.
The two of you quickly ducked under the short wall. "First and last time I'm doing that" you muttered, scolding the girl. It was clear that your stunt caused a commotion below. Your eyes quickly met hers, a strange yet subtle look in her gaze nonetheless, you looked back down
"We barely used any water. What did we even buy it for, then?" Mijin argued, aiming the water gun at your chest. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, followed by a priceless grin.
"I don't know, maybe drink it then, smartass" you said as you aimed your water gun at her leg which was exposed due to the shorts she was wearing.
She kissed her teeth and shot you a glare. Maybe it was a distraction because, before you knew, she had shot you with her watergun, leaving a wet stain on your tank top. "Have that"
"Oh, so it's a friend-or-foe thing now?" You smirked, raising an eyebrow whilst backing away from her and pulling the small plastic trigger which was bound to snap off - it was from some random stall after all.
"Romeo and Juliet film adaptation reference?" Mijin barked back, beginning to shoot her water gun between laughs. "Do you bite your thumb at me?" She imitated a posh English accent as she pointed her finger at you.
"Literature references don't make you look smart you moron" you yell from across the parking lot. Your water gun was holding on for dear life with the amount of force you were pushing into that pump.
"Oh shut up, you love it, sir" she joked, continuing with her Montague family act. "Go on, pull the trigger, I dare you"
"Eh.. I'm more of a Julius Caesar girl if we're talking Shakespeare. You won't see me stabbing your back... or shooting you with a watergun. Expect the unexpected" you sneered sarcastically.
"Oh please, you're too predictable to be a conspirator," she scoffed. Famous last words by Park Mi-jin before she got shot by the watergun. "You bitch" she hissed.
"Didn't see coming that, did you?" You chuckled.
It was all shit and giggles until you lost your balance whilst running over a speed bump. The sudden thud to the warm summer parking lot forced awkward chuckles out of the both of you before they transitioned into hysterical and genuine laughs.
"We should take a break" Mijin smirked, holding a hand out to help you up. The extended hand was too kind...too suspicious for Park Mijin.
You raised a brow. Your eyes flickered across her hand - then up her arm - your gaze trailed to her face. That orange sunset tinted her dark eyes with the faintest hints of brown and gold. Those eyes made it feel like time slowed down, even if it was momentarily. Mijin's unwavering gaze, which held yours, felt like an unspoken tension that only seemed to grow over these past few weeks.
You cleared your throat and stood up, dismissing her kind gesture. "we should head back" you admitted. "It's getting cold...you know... top of the building and all."
"Are you serious? When's the last time you just... let go a bit?" Mijin huffed, resting the watergun over her shoulder. A small sign of irritation behind her eyes.
"What?" You asked. Between how attractive she looked right now with that stupid neon gun over her shoulder and that pissed look, your focus slipped between her words.
"You know, when was the last time you relaxed? We can sit around, smoke" she offered with a convincing smile. Of course she wanted to smoke, it was her thing now, which you obviously weren't a huge fan of.
"You fucking kidding me?" You scoffed with a bitchy look plastered across your face. "No way in hell I'm inhaling that shit"
"Oh don't be such a goodie-two-shoes, just for now, rebel against your stupid rules, my point still stands." Mijin gestured a blunt towards you. "They're not my regular cigs, just got these for today, thought we could celebrate our victory"
"Have you had these before? Are they safe?- you know- as safe as this thing ca-" You asked as you took the blunt from her hand and examined it from side to side.
"They're fine, just make you feel lightheaded for the first couple minutes, but then it settles in" Mijin mumbled between the blunt she was lighting.
"You sound like a cop" you squinted your eyes suspiciously.
"Maybe I'm simply a cop" she shrugged smugly, taking a slow drag from the blunt. "I'd totally pull off the badass in a police uniform"
"Nah you don't have it in you" you rolled your eyes. Leaning your back against the railing, you huffed.
"Hey dude fuck you" Mijin laughed loudly, shoving your shoulder playfully. She rested her arms on the short wall and observed the city view. Her head shifted to her bicep, hazel eyes boring into you. "Come onnn try it you dork" she held out the blunt once more.
"Fine, oh my gosh" you agreed, holding your hand out. Mi-jin immediately adjusted her hunched position, waiting. "I don't even know how to do this"
"Just like- take a deep breath and exhale" she ordered. "Try not to choke, don't wanna deal with that"
Inhaling slowly, you felt smoke filling your lungs. You couldn't breathe. Coughing dramatically, whilst Mi-jin patted your back, had to be a clever tactic, you presumed. Her acting like she cared was a rare sighting. You weren't exactly sure why this felt so intimate. "You got the difficult part out of the way, try again," she encouraged.
The sun began to set, and you two were still sitting on the cold concrete, laughing your asses off. You weren't sure if something had triggered you or sobered you up, but this felt like the time, the time you had to confess.
“Okay, uh—so, get this.” you scratched the back of your neck, avoiding eyecontact. "I've just like got something to say, it's totally fine if you wanna push my ass of the building after this but-"
"Y/n."
"Basically, I like you," you blurted, wincing at the words that exposed you "I mean- of course- you're my best friend and I get that you like these other girls-"
"Y/n dude-" she breathed out.
Your pursed your lips into an awkwardly thin line, holding your gaze. Your face relaxed slightly as you felt a cold hand reaching for your shoulder, the familiar traces of cool rings lightly stinging your skin. Her calloused hands brushed up to the back of your neck, she pulled you in and pressed her lips against yours.
You barely processed the situation, head slightly spinning from the previous blunt and kiss, scanning her expression, which remained neutral. "Does that clear things up for you?"
You let out a soft chuckle, awkward yet flustered. Mi-jin just smiled fondly, biting her inner cheek slightly. Your gaze flickered between her iris and lips, a cycle you had grown used to now. "Why would you do that?" You stuttered, eyes wide and desperate for an answer.
"Well first of all, you wouldn't shut the fuck up" she scoffed with a shit eating grin "and I may or may not be interested but don't say anything, can't boost your ego like that" her smile dropped within the last syllables.
"Roger that," you bit back a smile. You stood up, looking back at the view which had faded into orange and pink from the sunset as well as silver silhouettes of buildings which reflected the still-standing sun. "My place?"
