Summary: I have realized my headcanons are self indulgent and I give zero fucks. I have tryouts coming up in two weeks and I'm freaking out. I needed this. These are comfort characters and how they would support you in your sport.
Warnings: None
Characters: Olivia Benson, Ayanna Bell, Melissa Schemmenti, Ava Coleman, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Chessy, Athena Grant, Henrietta Wilson
Masterlist
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Olivia Benson
Has pictures of you from your games all over your office. Uses you for examples for overcoming adversity after trauma and how you found your sport to recover. When she can make it to games has her own handmade jersey with "Y/N's Wife" scrawled on the back. Has been caught wearing it to the hospital or scene more than once if she gets called away. If she can't make it she is watching the livestream through stolen moments. Sends you sweet text messages before every game. Will sit in the front row and break down the whole game for anyone who asks. The moment you step on the floor she stops talking and becomes hyperfocused on you. Always shoves snack in your bag because you will forget. When you bring home a medal she uses it to drag you to bed then hangs it next to her awards. She calls it the wall of badass women and puts a picture of RBG next to it.
Ayanna Bell
Invites the whole squad to watch as a team building exercise and everyone gets so into it that they stop everything to attend your games. Ayanna is wearing an old jersey every time even forcing Elliot into one until he caves and buys his own t-shirt. Is drinking on the sidelines with him heckling the refs. The loudest in the room when it comes to cheering you on. Has pictures of you both in her office holding various MVP awards. Is calling you before games to remind you she loves you and can't wait to see you kick ass. Makes sure dinner is ready when you get home and a bubble bath with epsom salt to soothe your aching muscles. Will break down her favorite moments for you while you wash off. She is crying when they place the medal around your neck and finds a shadow box to keep it safe in.
Melissa Schemmenti-
Is in the front row of all your games, sitting right on the floor as close as she can get. Has a team shirt with "Y/N's Girl" printed on the back. She adds a patch to a varsity jacket that she carries around with your number on it, and all the tournaments that you go to. Takes pictures of you if you get MVP and frames them on the wall. Has a wall dedicated to any awards or medals that you have won over the years. Anytime someone comes to the house she shows it off with pride. She is screaming at the top of her lungs every time that you are on the floor. Has been known to yell at a ref or two, but make sure it is never enough to get you in trouble (she has a reputation to protect after all. Yours not hers). Is memorizing all of your stats and breaking down plays with you on old videos. Finally gets recruited to be a third-turn bench coach so she can travel with you and spends every moment giving encouraging speeches. Makes your team her new favorite over the Eagles and even misses the Super Bowl to attend your championship game. When you take home the win you let her wear the medal like she won it because without her you would have never gotten back into the sport in the first place.
Ava Coleman
Has a custom varsity jacket made that she wears over every outfit because she always wanted to be the girl with a hot person's varsity jacket. Packs you a cooler with snacks and waters filled with electrolytes. Constantly reminding you to stay hydrated and keep BioFreeze on her to soothe any aching muscles. Is in the front row with a sign that she spent hours making. She protects it and ends up using it all season long. Pushes you to go to every after party so she can parade you around and gush about how amazing you are. Keeps a variety of essential oils in her purse that she rubs on you to try to catch the sore muscles before they start. At the championship game she invites everyone from Abbott to come cheer you on. As they place the medal around your neck she has a shit eating grin. You place the medal around her instead and Ava looks like you gave her the whole damn world on a silver platter. She hangs it up in her office back at Abbott.
Penelope Garcia
Is watching through her fingertips, squealing every time that you get hit. She sits in the front row on the edge of her seat the whole time 911 pulled up on her phone just in case. When you do an exceptionally good move, she is the first on her feet, screaming and jumping in her heels. Will make a large sign with your name across it.(Most likely covered in glitter that will get everywhere but you don't care). Wears team merchandise that she bedazzled. If she can't make it to a game directly it is pulled up on a couple of different monitors in her office so that she can catch all the action. Will often pull up your old games when cases are particularly dark and she needs the distraction. Will call you after every game to check on you and make sure you are okay. Has a framed picture of you in your gear on her desk. When you win a medal she wears it to the office for the next week.
Tara Lewis
Is pissed any time they are on a case and can't come. Watches the livestream screaming loudly. Calls you right after the game to check on you. Will let you go through every play while listening to your team talk in the background. When in person she is up on her feet the whole time cheering. She is wearing your old jersey plus any team merch she can get her hands on. Yelling at anyone who so much says a bad thing about you. After the game is drinking beers with you and chicken wings. She gushes over how amazing you looked. She flys in for the champ game to surprise you and you cry as she hugs you. When you win the medal has a shit eating grin on her face but cries when you hug her. It becomes the center wall art above your tv.
Chessy
Is feeding you big game day lunches before every game. Has a first aid kit tucked into her purse because she is terrified that you are going to get hurt. After the game has your favorite drinks and a sugar treat on hand to keep up your blood sugar levels. Wears an old jersey of yours to every game where she sits on the floor desperately holding Hallie or Annie's hand while you skate. Is cheering the whole time and yelling at the refs when they call a bullshit penalty. Even swears once or twice when she gets really into the game. Tells anyone that shows up at the vineyard all about you and shows them pictures of you during your games. Will travel with you as much as she can but often is at home with the game pulled up on the TV the whole house gathered around to watch you. Calling you to leave encouraging voicemails during half times and texing you after games to make sure you eat. When you bring home a medal she hangs it up in the living room next to a picture of you and her at your championship game.
Athena Grant
Is yelling at any perp who tries to make her late for your games. One time even brings in a repeat offender because she isn't up for his bullshit and forces him to watch the game handcuffed. Changes out of uniform in the bathroom so she can rep her shirt that says- Y/N's Wife. Is on the sidelines cheering to much anxiety to sit. Will start to pace any time she thinks that you are hurt. At halftime she is hugging you and giving you words of encouragement. Constantly tracking points because she swears the refs aren't doing their job sometimes. After the game is giving you compliments and reassuring you that you did a great job. Is making sure you eat immediately after and buys your favorite dessert to celebrate. Picture of you in the visor of her squad car that she pulls out after a particularly hard day. When you win a medal she brings it to work to show it off before hanging it above the fireplace in the house.
Henrietta Wilson
Signs up the 118 to be the medics for every game so she will always be there.Often making bets with Bucky over silly things like how many beer bellies they will see or people asking questions about the sport. Is sending you reassuring winks and smiles to try and remain professional. But more than once is caught standing out of her chair screaming you on. Will know before you do if you need medical attention. Is checking you after every game to make sure you are okay. Has an ice bath set up for you to decompress and will do it with you out of solidarity. And because the warm shower that comes after is her favorite part. Constantly reminding you how amazing you are. Keeps a picture of you getting ready for a game in her uniform at all times. She protects it at all costs. When you win a medal she is waiting for you jumping up and down with excitement. She has a large order of flowers and chocolates sent home to celebrate. Tells everyone at the 118 that she officially has the coolest wife of the station.
mellie grant criticism always being rooted in misogyny is so….it’s always about not liking the way she chose to deal with her rape, not approving of how she coped with the loss of her son, not liking how she reacted to her husband’s infidelity and actually blaming her for it, not approving of her ambition, or all of the above
how is being alive wu-gulliver gf AND a vidal-harkness?
first of all... Alice may have a hard time dealing with the fact that Rio is jealous, possessive, and father-like protective of you. Secondly, Agatha and Nicky. – yes, he is alive. Shut up - they are another problem because they are being the same.
kisses and hugs are always present after discussions - rarely serious - and long days of work.
Alice will always buy you sweets and chocolates when you fight and can't resolve it. It breaks her heart to imagine that she failed you.
several requests to have dogs - from Alice - and refusals - from Agatha, since "My daughter is already too much like me. If I put a dog wanting to play and her in the same place, it won't work. She is already the dog, on guard"
I don't get jackie haters because if my best friend (who i have homoerotic and romantic tension with) and my boyfriend were doing it behind my back I personally would've committed crimes on humanity.
summary: first day on set. everyone envies pretty girls.
warnings: swearing, envy, ahyoung is criticized for being pretty and a former idol, ageism, probably more that I forgot.
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"Street Woman Fighter Season 2!" Hyeji exclaims, stretching out our intertwined hands and pointing eagerly at the glowing sign with her free one.
I let out a small, excited squeak—barely a sound—but enough to express my bubbling excitement at seeing the iconic sign. “Wait, I need to take a photo for my mom—she’s a huge fan!” I say, fumbling for my phone. Behind me, I hear a familiar sigh—probably Jiyoung unnie, rolling her eyes as usual.
“Do you think Kang Daniel will come back as MC? My sister’s obsessed with him.” I add, grinning as I snap the photo.
Before I know it, I’m reaching for Hyeji’s hand again, feeling like a kid at a candy store, completely caught up in the moment.
"Thank goodness you wanted to make a bad girl entrance." Minhee says, smirking as Yeeun and Kayoung burst into laughter.
"Bad girls have loved ones too." I murmur, giving Hyeji's a small kiss in her arm.
"I didn’t know you loved anyone other than yourself." Babysleek quips, her teasing tone cutting through the moment.
I shoot her a mock glare and smack her lightly on the arm. "Keep talking, and you'll be at the bottom of my list."
"I thought I already was." the oldest chimes grins.
"Not even close." I retort, shaking my head with mock seriousness. "Yeeun."
The moment I say her name, she lets out an exaggerated groan. "What? Why me?" she whines, throwing her hands up in protest, making me laugh.
I don’t bother answering Yeeun and keep walking, though she persists, demanding to know why. I ignore her, biting back a smile. It wasn’t true anyway—I just love teasing her.
We enter the building, passing a stall with clothes, and head straight for the stairs. Once we reach the top, our eyes fall on the winning team’s trophy sitting majestically on a table.
“It’s incredible.” Halo breathes, carefully lifting it into her hands. “We have to get this beauty home.”
“Who was the orange crew in the first season?” I ask, running my fingers over the smooth surface of the trophy.
“Prowdmon.” Haechi answers from beside me. She drapes her arm around my waist, and a shiver runs down my spine, though I do my best to play it cool.
“We’re ranking sixth.” my crewmates groaning in unison at my bluntness.
“Don’t say that, kid.” Babysleek scolds, now cradling the trophy protectively in her arms.
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I tease, grinning. “And careful with that thing. At your age, strength starts to deteriorate.”
I barely finish my sentence before Babysleek smacks me on the arm.
“You hit girls? That’s terrible publicity.” I say, feigning scandal.
Before I can say more, Chocol clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shut up! Someone’s going to believe you.” she shakes her head with a chuckle.
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After what feels like an eternity sitting in the crew room, they finally let us out onto the main set. Judging by how long we’ve been waiting, I’m pretty sure we’ll be one of the last crews to make an entrance.
“Unnie.” I whisper to Haechi, my voice small. “I’m nervous.” I show her my trembling hands as proof. She doesn’t say a word but smiles softly, taking my hands in hers. Somehow, that simple gesture steadies me.
We start moving, descending to the set in formation—Yeni and Chocol leading the way, their steps confident and deliberate. Behind them, Halo walks with Babysleek and Mini, their expressions sharp and focused. Hyeji and I behind them, the leader with a serious face but still taking my hand.
My heart pounds louder with every step we take, nerves bubbling back to the surface. Haechi must notice because she gives my hand a gentle squeeze, grounding me without saying a word. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to remind me that I’m not alone.
“Haechi Wang has such a powerful presence.” someone murmurs, their words cutting through the hum of the crowd. I smile to myself and give Haechi’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Oh, Baek Ahyoung is a doll.” another voice gushes.
“I’m not a doll.” I mutter under my breath to my friends as we stop at the center of the stage, trying to keep a straight face.
“Wow, she was my favorite in Dilemma.”
“She’s so pretty!” someone else chimes in enthusiastically.
“I want to be her friend.” Rena from Tsubakill pouts dramatically, earning a round of soft laughs from her crew.
I keep my composure, my heart still pounding. All I can think is: Focus. Keep it cool.
The big screen flickers to life, and to my surprise, they actually start with positive comments.
Well, that didn’t last long.
“I really don’t want to see their dance.” Biggy’s voice suddenly cuts through the room, sharp and unapologetic.
I blink at the screen, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”
“Because I know it’s going to be bad.” she finishes bluntly.
A wave of shocked gasps ripples through the room. Mini and Halo both turn to stare at the woman, their faces a mix of disbelief and offense.
"Honestly, I think their moves are old." Mina Myoung, leader of Deep N Dap, remarks casually.
Silence blankets the set. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension.
“She really doesn’t know the difference between old and classic.” Halo mutters under her breath, her tone sharp but composed. The rest of us nod in quiet agreement, our irritation simmering beneath the surface.
Although they haven’t gotten personal yet—it’s getting dangerously close—I can already feel anger bubbling in my veins, hot and sharp.
“I really don’t understand what Ahyoung is doing in Wolf’lo.” BEBE’s Sowon says in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “She’s not a dancer.”
Gasps and surprised murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. Before I can even process it, Sowon hops down from her seat and starts bowing repeatedly. “Sorry, sorry!” she says in a small voice, clearly realizing she’s poked the bear.
I can’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking my head as I glance back at the screen.
“She’s just a pretty face.” the leader of LadyBounce says, her words cutting through the air like a blade. I freeze. My body goes still, my gaze locking on her.
Did she really just say that?
“Who said that?” Haechi snaps, her voice sharp and abrupt, though she doesn’t let go of my hand. Her grip tightens slightly, a silent show of support.
What is going with this girl? She is not like this.
Nervous laughter bubbles up from the rest of the room, a weak attempt to diffuse the tension.
“Relax, girl.” Yeni chuckles, stepping in and resting a calming hand on Haechi’s arm.
But Haechi doesn’t look relaxed—neither I do.
"You really think I’m pretty?" I ask with a smirk, my voice dripping with irony.
Nob doesn’t miss a beat—she just smiles knowingly at me.
"Don’t say things I already know." I add, throwing in a playful wink. The Mannequeen girls erupt into laughter, their amusement echoing through the room.
The video cuts off, and we make our way to our seats. My smile lingers, but inside, the words of our competitors replay in my mind.
This is going to be a tough competition.
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The shoot is in full swing, and finally, the girls from Jam Republic walk in. My 2015 self would have never believed she’d be in the same room as her favorite dancer from JB’s music video. Honestly, even my 2023 self is struggling to wrap her head around it.
The girls from Jam Republic make their way to their seats, their initial smiles now replaced with serious expressions. Honestly, I can’t blame them—not after the ridiculous things that have been said to them.
"I just want this to start already." I murmur, resting my head on Hyeji’s shoulder, who’s sitting to my left. "I’m sure Audrey is going to absolutely crush anyone who dares to challenge her."
"Why are you supporting her?" Yeni asks, making me lift my head to look at her. "She’s our rival."
"More than 30 dancers ranked her as the worst." I reply, still leaning against Hyeji's shoulder. "And yet, she’s the one with the most stickers—four."
"You got ranked as the second-worst dancer." Mini chimes in, and I let out a sigh. She’s not wrong.
"And you’ve been challenged just as many times." Halo adds.
"I think we all knew this was coming—or maybe even worse." I say, and the girls nod. "But this doesn’t define the kind of dancers we are. They don’t know us."
I shift my gaze away from my teammates and look at the team next to us, sitting silently.
"Audrey" I call out to the youngest member of the pink team. The entire group turns to look at me, clearly surprised. "Destroy them."
A sly smile spreads across her face, mirrored by her teammates.
"You too." she replies in a calm, almost casual tone.
What guts this kid has.
Just then, Kang Daniel walks onto the set, immediately sending the room into chaos. The singer-songwriter flashes his signature smile and begins explaining the rules of the show, which remain almost identical to the first season.
"Now, let’s meet our judges." he announces, and the anticipation in the room is palpable. "Shin Monika."
The place erupts into screams of excitement. I can’t believe I’m breathing the same air as the Goddess Monika herself.
She takes her seat with effortless grace, and behind her come the other two judges—Monsta X's Shownu and the special guest judge, Mike Song.
For a moment, the studio falls into a hushed silence, the energy thick with awe. Without thinking, I blurt out, "Unnie, be my girlfriend."
The room bursts into laughter—contestants, judges, even the staff. Regret hits me like a truck as I feel my face heat up.
Hyeji lets go of my arm, with a inexpressive face, while Yeni gives me a playful nudge.
"AhYoung!!" Chocol groans between laughs.
The laughter lingers for a few more seconds, especially when Monika winks at me. My face burns hotter than ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt into the floor. But then, I notice Hyeji shifting uncomfortably, subtly pulling her body away from mine.
What’s her problem now?
"Contestants, you can go change your clothes." the MC announces. "The No Respect Battle is about to begin."
Once we’re back in our designated space, I quickly swap into a different outfit, something sharper and more fitting for what’s coming next.
"Hyeji." I say softly, my voice unusually timid—a rare occurrence for me. "Can I have a hug? Your hugs always make me feel better."
She stares at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, before finally pulling me into one of her signature bear hugs—the kind that nearly knock you off your feet, courtesy of her being almost 15cm taller than me.
"You’re going to do amazing." she says with a small, reassuring smile.
