#Antonio Dawson x fem reader

[no-damsel]

Just friends

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence

Chapter three

“Son of a bitch!”

“Stop,” you hiss, smacking Adam’s hand away from your face. “Trust me, I’m fine.”

You had gotten in between two drunken assholes when they started fighting in front of you while you were collecting dirty glasses from tables. You ended up getting punched twice in the face since both men swung at the same time; however, the fight immediately stopped when they realized they’d hit the wrong person.

Two bouncers threw them out, and that was the end of it until Adam got involved. He got riled up, thinking he was going to have both of them thrown in jail.

“Is there a problem here?” Jasper walks into the staff room and says, “I heard there was some kind of altercation.”

“I got caught up in a bar fight; I’m fine.”

Since you were facing Adam, the owner couldn’t see how swollen your eye had become or the blood gushing from your eyebrow.

Adam steps up towards the owner, but before he can say anything, you lightly shove him in the chest, gaining his attention again. “Tommy, I’m fine. Take a walk or go back to work.”

He lowers his head slightly. “I’m sorry, boss, I just hate seeing a woman getting beat on, you know? It sets me off.”

Jasper pats him on the shoulder and says, “I get it.”

At this point, you turn to toss the tissue in your hand into the trash and go to get another one. “I think Angel should go home,” Adam says. “Have you seen her face? It’s a mess.”

“Angel, let me see.”

You turn and look Jasper in the face, and his jaw clenches. You were under no false illusion that he cared for you personally; rather, he cared about how you looked. He makes a tsk sound. “This just won’t do. Princess,” Jasper clicks his fingers at a blonde dancer when she enters the room. “Go and find Gregg for me; tell him I need a word with him. Tommy, go back to work.”

“I’m not excusing him shouting his mouth off.” You top off the whisky in Jasper's glass with your free hand while the other holds ice over your eye. “But one of the dancers told me his dad used to beat on his mom and sister as kids; he was just being protective. Which is more than I can say for the pathetic excuse of bouncers who let a fight like that break out.”

You felt guilty saying that Bob Ruzek was a good man, but you needed a cover story to excuse ‘Tommy’s’ behavior.

“No sweat, baby,” he motions for you to sit beside him. “Have you thought about my offer? More money, fewer late nights.”

“Why did you pick me?”

Jasper chuckles. “You’re the only one in here I trust to have my back.”

Adam and Antonio had been undercover for almost three weeks, and they were so close to making an arrest; they had found the stash house. They now just need to catch him handing the drugs over to his dealers. But now, his newest revelation was something you needed to discuss with Voight as soon as possible.

“Gregg,” Jasper says, standing up.

“The blonde girl said you wanted to see me.”

You hold back a snort. Antonio would go out of his way to call the dancers by their show names; whenever he heard someone being called Princess, Heaven, or Angel, he’d screw his face up.

Jasper pulls multiple twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket and hands them to Antonio. “Take our angel to the emergency room. Make sure they take good care of her.”

“The bleeding has stopped,” Antonio says, tossing the bloodied cotton ball into the trash. “I don’t think it will scar; just leave a nasty cut for a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you.”

Instead of taking you to the emergency room, Antonio took you back to his apartment to clean up your wound. If you went to the hospital, you’d need to use your real name, which could blow the whole operation if Jasper caught wind.

Antonio disappears from his bathroom and reappears moments later, holding a bag of ice in one hand and a hand towel in the other. He says nothing as he places ice on the material, then holds it up to your swollen eye, causing you to flinch.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

Your fingers brush against his when you take the ice from him. You felt slightly uncomfortable; Antonio always seems wary of you. As if he’s expecting you to somehow betray him.

He leans back against the wall with his arms crossed. “Do you think Jasper bought the cover story you said about Tommy?”

“I think so. Although Adam looked pretty pissed,”

Antonio motions for you to follow him into the living room. “Can I ask you something? Sorry, gotta take this.”

He walks into a bedroom you presume is his own to answer his mobile and starts talking in Spanish. Every so often, his voice would become louder, so you would assume he was mad at something. You were grateful he cleaned you up but didn’t want to impose, and you would probably leave once his call was finished.

Sitting on the couch, you glance around his apartment and notice the framed pictures on the table. One stands out more than the other; on one side of the frame is a happy-looking young girl surrounded by balloons and banners with the number eighteen on them, and the next one is Antonio standing between the same girl and a young boy with his arms wrapped around them. All three of them were smiling brightly.

Hearing the sound of a door closing, you look up and see Antonio coming out of the bedroom. Before you can say anything, he shoves his phone into his pocket and says, “Sister.”

“Are these your kids?”

He nods.

“They are beautiful.”

He picks up another picture frame and sits down beside you. The kids look younger in this picture, and there is a brunette woman hugging them. “That’s my sister Gabriela, my daughter Eva, and my son Diego.” Smiling, he places the picture back down. “Do you have kids?”

“None biologically, but I’ve been raising my nephew Eli since he was two; he’s just turned seven. The only downside to being undercover is being away from him.”

“Yeah, I get you. When Laura filed for divorce, she took the kids with her, and it killed me. Eva did come and live with me for a while, but she’s now at college, and Diego only stays with me the first two weeks of the month.”

It took you by surprise that he was sharing any personal information with you since you didn’t really know each other.

“Where’s Eli now?”

“In our home with my dad. My dad’s a retired detective; he moved back to Chicago to help me with Eli.” You trace your finger over the thin red bracelet, a friendship bracelet your nephew made. “Is Gabriela your only sister?”

“Just the one sister,” he says. Antonio relaxes his arm over the back of the arm chair. “Gabby is younger than me and is incredibly strong-willed. She is a paramedic firefighter.”

You smile seeing how his face lights up when he talks about her. “Does she work in Chicago too?”

“She did. She moved to Puerto Rico a couple of years ago. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’m the youngest of three girls. My oldest sister, Cherry, lives in London.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s a sonographer. She moved to England to live with her husband and her stepson.”

“So I’m guessing she’s not Eli’s mom?”

“No, he’s my sister Amber’s son.”

He laughs, “You’re kidding me? Cherry, Amber, and Viola?”

“Yeah, yeah. My mom named us after her favorite colors.”

Antonio senses your change in emotion and, in a lighter tone, says, “So, does Amber live in the city?”

“Amber moved to New York when she was pregnant. She died five years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says sincerely. “Eli is lucky to have you; not everyone is willing to raise a kid; that’s not there.”

Before you can respond, your work mobile vibrates in your pocket. You answer the call and put the phone on loudspeaker. “Hey, I’m guessing you got my voicemail?”

“Yeah, I did. You okay? Adam said you got caught in a fight, and Dawson left with you.”

“I’m fine.”

When Hank doesn’t seem to believe you, Antonio speaks up: “Hank, we are sitting in my apartment; the bleeding has stopped.”

“Okay, good. So what was so urgent?”

You lick at your dry lips, mentally reading yourself to share the information you learned right before the fight.

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Antonio Dawson Masterlist

Antonio Dawson x Reader:

Ghosts - Antonio struggles when you make a decision you feel is best for the both of you.

Crossing The Line - Companion piece to  Ghosts - You and Antonio cross the line.

- Too Tempting To Resist (NSFW) - After a UC operation Antonio can’t resist you any longer.

- Proposal (NSFW) - Antonio proposes to you in bed.

- Us - After Antonio’s cover is blown he turns up at your place injured.

- We’ve Got Tonight - You & Antonio discuss what happened last time you were in Chicago.

- Save Your Lies For Something That Matters - Antonio gives you some advice about going undercover.

- Nightmares - Antonio comforts you after a nightmare.

- Opportunity - You and Antonio discuss the pitfalls of going UC.

-  Waking Up With Antonio Dawson - What it’s like to wake up with Antonio.

- The Great Outdoors - On a break from the city Antonio asks you to move in with him.

- When It All Falls Down - Antonio’s life is finally on track. That’s until he comes home one night and discovers everything isn’t as it seems.  

- Antonio With An Inexperianced Lover - How Antonio would treat you if you weren’t as experianced as him.

- You Don’t Belong Here - Antonio informs you, you’ve been compromised.

- This Is Going To Hurt - Antonio hates hurting you.

- Bruises (NSFW) -  Antonio knows exactly how you got those bruises.

- Friends With Benefits - It started as enemies and became something much more.

- Leave Me Alone - You decide it’s time to walk away from Antonio.

- Think I Wanna Marry You - Antonio tells you his feelings.

- Miss Me? - You contemplate your relationship with Antonio.

- Edging (NSFW) - Antonio has always been such a tease.

- Messed Up - Antonio tries to show you how messed up he is.

- ‘Are You Here To Break Me Out?’ - Even injured you only want the best for Antonio.

- Mine - (NSFW) - Antonio reminds you who you belong to. 

- Good People - Antonio questions if he’s a good person.

5 Sentences:

“Don’t you walk away from me,” Antonio growled. - Antonio makes a decision that effects both of you.

Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day. - You and Antonio in the shooting range.

Say My Name - NSFW - Antonio needs to hear you say his name.

"I... thought I lost you..." -  Antonio confronts the possibility of losing you.

Good girl - NSFW - Antonio loves telling you you’re a good girl.

“Are you talking back to me? Do I need to remind you which one of us is in charge?” - Antonio reminds you who is in charge.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” (NSFW) - Antonio gets a little possessive.

"Don't, your voice is very soothing" - Antonio loves the sound of your voice.

"I... thought I lost you..." - Toni is forced to face the prospect of losing you.

“I woke up, the room was cold” - Toni wakes up with no memory of how he got there.

“You say that you love me, You won’t remember in the morning” - Toni wants to make sure you know he means it.

“Well sorry that I’m not full of sunshine and rainbows” - Antonio is grumpy in the morning.

"It's not gonna be the same... Our friendship is done." - Antonio asks you to do something you are uncomfortable with.

“each of my thoughts about you are improper” - Antonio likes it when you wear that dress.

"i need a distraction." - Antonio needs a distraction.

Don't let me go down this road again, We both know where this ends?

Antonio didn’t realise you could move like that

"One person pinning the other down and grinding against their ass"

“Just seeing your face gives me so much dopamine.”

“you’re taking this so well baby “ NSFW

I remember it now, it takes me back to when it all first started

I need her so bad... - NSFW

Ignoring the problems will not make them go away."

"55. You marry me, your father will disown you"

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look bad.”

Series: 

Secrets:

Part One: Exs and Ohs - Antonio is arrested keeping your secret.

Part Two: Evidence - You show Voight some embarrassing evidence.

Made Up Fic Titles:

You Were Beautiful 

Fics:

Million Reasons - Antonio Dawson x OC -  Life had given Antonio Dawson a million reasons to walk away from love but she gave him a really good one to stay.

NSFW Alphabet:

Bondage

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[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hello! I wanted to ask if you could write an Antonio Dawson imagine where she’s his gf. Based on S3, Ep.14? The reader is Yates’ target. Antonio is worried about her & is more protective over her as everything is unfolding. As the reader is driving to Yates’ location he taunts Antonio through a video call saying he should’ve kept a closer eye on the reader or something along those lines.

At the end the reader shoots & kills him bc he tried to force himself onto her and when she fought back he wanted to kill her. Finally she breaks down when Hank and Antonio arrive but Antonio is there to comfort her & they go home together. Basically he’s there for her & expressing how he didn’t want her to lose her. And how he was thankful he arrived on time. Please & thank you!

Antonio Dawson x Fem!Reader

This was really fun to write, Anon! I took the episode and tailored it some, but I hope you like it nevertheless!

Requested by: Anonymous

Based on: 03x14 of Chicago PD - all ideas that come from it are not mine :)

TW: mentions of gore/violence as seen in the episode, mentions of stalking, attempted sexual assault

You returned home from New York. It was a horrible time, really. You hadn’t been able to recapture Greg Yates, no matter how hard you tried. As you looked out the car window, you felt a gentle hand come to your thigh, comforting you. You looked over to Antonio beside you, realizing how lucky you were to have him. “Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get him.”

“I know,” you hummed. “He’s heading back to Chicago. I’m sure of it.”

“His mistake. He’s on our land again. That’s how he was caught the first time.”

You took Antonio’s hand in yours, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles as he pulled up outside your apartment building. “I love you. See you later?”

“Let me walk you inside,” Antonio replied, getting out of the car to escort you.

“Come on, Toni, I’m a big girl with a big girl gun.”

Antonio hummed and pulled you close by your waist as you walked. He didn’t respond, but his body language told you everything. He was afraid something may happen to you, especially because Yates had taken a special interest in you in NY. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why, since you were nothing special.

Instead of fighting, you leaned into Antonio’s chest, looking up at him as you got into the elevator. “Toni, you’re scared.”

“Just trying to make sure my girlfriend is still around tomorrow.”

You sighed softly as the elevator got to your floor, taking his hand and pulling him with you and to your apartment. You keyed yourself in, then shut the door, taking off your coat and shoes. “Antonio Dawson, I love you, but you can’t completely shield me from the world. It’s no way to live. If Yates is coming after me, let him. What’s the difference between this and being undercover?”

Antonio sighed deeply, meeting your eyes. His were filled with deep concern, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close. “It’s completely different,” he replied. “Being undercover, they don’t know anything about you, and they’re not targeting you. This bastard, Yates, he’s targeting you. He knows everything about you. I-I just don’t want you working this one. He’s going to get into your head.”

“Sounds like he’s already in yours,” you said with a shrug, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Look, Toni, the whole point is to not let him in. To not change. I’m going to keep working, just the way I always have.”

Antonio gently pressed his forehead to yours. “I can’t lose you,” he muttered, shaking his head. “If I lose you… I won’t know how to keep living.”

“You won’t lose me,” you reassured, gently nuzzling his nose with your own. “Hey, come here…” You gently pulled him to the couch, sitting on his lap and smiling a little, properly leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was deep and passionate, but kept a light tone to it, as you finally pulled away, but not far. You smiled again, whispering against his lips. “I love you, and nothing will ever change that. My love for you is so strong, I’d conquer death just to stay by your side.”

He smiled and pulled you back down for another deep kiss, hands wrapped fully around you, pulling your body as close to his as possible.

--

“(Y/N),” Antonio huffed as he followed you into the locker room, making sure nobody else was there before coming to your side. “You should stay at the district. I don’t like the idea of you being out there, with him, and neither does Voight.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just being overprotective, Antonio. I am still a detective and a damn good one, too. I’ve been in lots of situations where I’ve needed to be careful.”

“He’s completely obsessed with you,” Antonio replied, shaking his head. “He looked up your neighborhood, where you live!”

“Which means he’ll eventually make a mistake. I can’t let him get in my head and neither can you. Now, come on, there’s been three more murders and one attempted.”

You grabbed your gun and badge, pinning them on your jeans, then pulled on your jacket. Shutting your locker, you gave Antonio one last look, telling him you were completely serious. He sighed and simply followed you, riding with you to the scene. You looked down at your phone as an unknown number popped up. You sent it to voicemail.

It was brutal. Three nurses had been killed, and the fourth had been taken to the hospital. It didn’t look good. They’d been beat and tortured, and one even had a hand cut off. You shuddered a little, seeing how all four women had suffered.

“Alright,” Voight said as you all walked outside. “Antonio, Jay, go check on the person who lives upstairs, Nelly. (Y/N) and I will go back to meet Benson and the others.”

You rode back to the station with Voight to meet the SVU, a little upset he took you out of the field, most likely at Antonio’s suggestion. You sighed as you walked in and to your desk, but put on a smile when Olivia Benson and the others on her team walked into the bullpen. You stood to greet them, getting them up to speed on everything they missed in the last few hours.

.

Some time later, Antonio and Jay arrived back, Antonio looking distressed as he went straight to Voight’s office. You looked down as your phone buzzed. Unknown number. You sent it to voicemail again.

After a fairly short conversation with Antonio, Voight called you in. You went inside, shutting the door behind you. “What’s going on?”

“We found this at the crime scene where Nelly was kidnapped,” he said, handing you a note.

Too bad you’re at the station, (Y/N). You’re missing all the fun.

You shuddered, looking at the familiar cursive handwriting. You glanced to Antonio and Voight, then set the note on the desk. “So? He’s taunting us. Playing us. We can’t let him win by reacting to this.”

Antonio sighed and put his hands to his head, obviously stressed. Voight looked over Antonio, then looked to you with a soft shrug. “The safest place for you is here.”

“What?” You retorted, frowning. “You can’t bench me, Sarge. That’s hardly fair.”

“No, no, he’s right,” Antonio huffed. “I’m sick of telling you, over and over, (Y/N). You shouldn’t be on this case. You’re too close to it. He’s obsessed with you.”

“I could say the same about you,” you huffed in reply, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “I am fine.”

Antonio took a few steps toward you, grabbing your shoulders. “Just please, stay here from now on. Until we catch him. Please.”

“It’s an order,” Voight confirmed. “Sorry, (Y/N), but my number one rule here is that everyone goes home at the end of the night.”

“I thought it was to tell you the truth so you can lie for us?” You rolled your eyes again, shrugging Antonio off you and walking out of the office. You sat at your desk, frustrated by the men benching you, especially when Yates was pining for your attention. They could use you to play him.

.

Everyone went back to their work, trying to find Yates. A few hours went by, and you rubbed your eyes, having been staring at the computer screen nearly the whole time. You let out a deep sigh, but looked up when Kim got the attention of everyone in the bullpen.

“The desk sergeant just called up. A package was just hand-delivered to the front desk, addressed to (Y/N).”

You stood, frowning. Everyone’s gaze shifted to you, then back to Kim, before eventually settling on Sergeant Voight. He looked around and nodded. “Evacuate. Bomb protocol. Someone call in the bomb squad.”

You grabbed your coat, heading outside with the rest of the unit. Antonio stood beside you, a hand on your back. You sighed. “A bomb? Not his style.”

“Maybe, maybe not. He could be trying something new.”

“He probably thinks he has to, since none of you will let me out of the district.”

Antonio sighed again, looking down at you. “It’s to protect you. Why can’t you understand that I just want to protect you?”

“I know you do, and I understand it, but being overbearing like this isn’t protecting me. It hurts me.”

“If it keeps you alive, I’m fine with that,” he said with a small sigh, kissing the top of your head.

You couldn’t help but lean into his shoulder. Because you were among the first out, you were near the back. Your relationship was known, of course, but you liked to keep things private as much as possible. “Jerk,” you mumbled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you sweetly before pulling away as Voight and the head of the bomb squad came over.

“It’s not a bomb, we x-rayed it.”

“Then I’m going to open it,” you replied with a shrug, moving from Antonio’s arms and toward the box, which was now outside. You slit the box open with a knife and unfolded the flaps. Your face contorted as you found a human hand inside, figuring it was off of the body from earlier that morning. You slowly reached in, pulling out a note that the hand was holding. Swallowing hard, you opened it.

Why won’t you answer when I call?

You frowned, showing the note to Antonio and Voight, then pulling out your phone as it vibrated in your pocket. You looked to them. “It’s a video call,” you said softly. You hit record on your phone before answering, holding it up so you could be seen in the camera.

“(Y/N),” Yates said, holding the camera out so that you could see him and Nelly. “So nice to see you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“You remind me of someone, that’s all. I like seeing you around.”

You hummed. “Is this what you wanted? Attention?” You turned the camera to show everyone around you. “Cause we’re all here.”

“It’s nice, but what I really want is you. We should meet up sometime. Just the two of us.”

“Let the girl go, maybe we can talk.”

“Mmn…” He hummed and held the girl tighter. “You’ll have to find her.”

“If you wanted her, why kill the others?”

He huffed. “Oh no, you’re trying to get me to confess. You’ve got people there, witnesses. Not only that, but I could probably guess that you’re recording me, aren’t you?”

“Just tell me where you are. We’ll talk.”

“Come and find me.”

With that, the camera dropped, showing a picture frame, then the call cut out. You frowned, furrowing your brow and looking to Voight and Antonio. Mouse started to swear, stomping his foot. “The trace couldn’t go through in time. We don’t have him.”

You sighed, playing back the video. You zoomed in on the picture at the end, then gasped. “Guys… I know where he is.” You turned the phone around to show them a picture of you and Antonio from when you first began dating. “That’s in my apartment.”

Antonio’s eyes widened, and he looked to Voight, who nodded. “Let’s hit it. Get the rest of the team.”

.

You rode beside Antonio, holding his hand and squeezing it. “It’s gonna be alright,” you said softly, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. Antonio didn’t say anything, just humming in reply. When you pulled up, the whole team gathered and breached your apartment. There was no sign of Yates, but the girl was stowed away in your closet. You helped her up and stayed with her until she got back to the district.

.

The detectives from NY promptly interviewed Nelly, finding that she was Yates’ birth sister. The mother detailed that she put him up for adoption in South Carolina when he was young, because he had been a psychopath since birth. They found Yates to be in a frenzy now, wanting revenge on his mother. It gave you hope, thinking that you may just be able to catch him. They planned to raid his mother’s place.

“(Y/N),” Voight said, moving to your desk. “You’re not coming.”

You huffed. “Sarge, not this again.”

“Stay here with Nelly and her mother. They need you.”

With that, Vought walked away. You frowned as you watched him go before Antonio came into your view. You looked up at him. “Yeah, I know, he just told me I can’t go. I don’t have to hear it from you.”

Antonio hummed, looking you over as he leaned his hands on your desk, then leaned down to give you a deep, tender kiss. You blushed, but reciprocated. You loved him. How could you resist? Knowing he could die at any point, every time he left the bullpen, especially if you weren’t there to have his back. You gently reached up, standing to meet him again, and massaged his shoulders. “Hey…” you said softly. “Just… Don’t let him hurt you, okay? If he’s obsessed with me, it means you’re also in danger.”

Antonio hummed and pulled you close, rubbing your back as he embraced you. “I won’t let him get to you. Promise.”

“That’s not what I asked, Antonio,” you huffed, holding him tighter. “Please.”

“I love you. I’ll do whatever it takes to fight for you and protect you, until my last breath.”

Tears came to your eyes. You silently hoped that it wasn’t a trap of some kind, swallowing hard. “Okay,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too.”

He kissed your head, then gently cupped your cheeks, wiping your stray tears away. He kissed you again softly before leaving to suit up with the rest of the team. You swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, wiping your face and sinking back down to your desk.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” Mouse said, trying to comfort you.

You looked to him, offering a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.” You sniffled and let out another breath, then tried to focus on the paperwork on the case, pouring over it again to ensure nothing was missed.

.

After about a half hour, Nelly came to your desk, frenzied. Someone was calling her phone from her dad’s, but it wasn’t him. It was the man who had kidnapped her. You quickly took the phone and instructed her to go back into the room she’d come from, snapping at Mouse to get him to trace the call. You then lifted the phone to take the video call, seeing Yates with Nelly’s father in-hand.

“So good to see you again,” Yates said with a smile. “Oh, sweet (Y/N), what would I do without you?”

“What did you do for the years before you met me?”

“I dunno…” he hummed.

“I figured out who I remind you of.”

“Yeah?”

You walked into the break room, shutting the door. “Your mother.”

Yates huffed a little, tipping his head. “Yeah? Yeah. I guess you do.” He hummed again and stared intently into the camera, as if he could see into your soul. “So, have you figured out where I am, yet? Or, are you going to let this man just die?”

You looked up as Mouse came to the window with an address. You read it over, connecting the dots. “Yes,” you said into the camera. “Your childhood home.”

“Then come. Come and see me, (Y/N)… Or else, he will die. And come alone. I detest those men who decided to leave you behind. So ungrateful. You deserve the same chance they do. You won’t have to prove yourself to me. I already know you. Everything about you.”

“I’ll come,” you said softly.

“See you soon.” Then, the call ended.

You shuddered, setting the phone on the table before quickly grabbing your coat, running to the parking lot. You grabbed your car, driving to the address and calling Voight to let him know. He told you not to engage, but you knew you couldn’t follow that order. You apologized as you put your foot further onto the gas and sped to Yates’ location.

--

Meanwhile, Antonio pushed the gas pedal as much as he could, knowing you were in danger and might do something stupid. “Dammit, (Y/N),” he mumbled. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he answered the video call, settling his phone in a cradle on his dash so he could pay attention to the road as well as the video.

“Well, well, well,” Yates’s voice rang out. “If it isn’t the infamous Detective Dawson. You should’ve kept a closer eye on her. You know you can’t save her now, right? She’s going to be mine.”

“Like hell she is!”

“But she’s rushing to my side. She’s coming to save me. And then she’ll be mine. She’ll be mine forever. I’ll be the last thing she sees. The last thing she feels. My name will be the last word on her lips. And you? You will be nothing.”

“You really think that? No. She doesn’t love you. None of those girls loved you!”

Yates huffed and rolled his eyes. “Dear Antonio Dawson, doesn’t even know what love is. Love is seeing the life go out in her eyes, slowly fading away, while she grips to you and pleads out your name.”

Antonio hit the gas pedal to the floor, gripping the wheel as tightly as he could. He was so ready to beat Yates to a pulp. “You lay one finger on her, and I’ll kill you myself.”

“It’ll have been worth it in the end, because she’ll join me in the afterlife.” Yates then looked up, smiling. “Oh, she’s here. I’ll see you soon, Antonio.” The call promptly ended.

Antonio punched his steering wheel, growling as he raced across the busy Chicago city to save you.

--

You climbed the steps, your gun gripped between your hands, finger on the trigger. You found Yates in a room upstairs with a large hole in the floor. He was holding Nelly’s father over the hole in a chair, a noose wrapped around his neck. “Hello there,” he said softly. “Oh, (Y/N), please come in.”

“Let him go.”

“I don’t think you want me to do that… You know I’m the only thing that’s holding him up, right?”

You sighed, then pulled your hands up, holstering your gun. “Fine. Then let’s talk. You untie him and let him leave here. Then you and I can talk.”

Yates hummed, looking you over. You disliked the way his eyes roamed your body, swallowing hard. He smiled a little. “Uncomfortable?” He asked. “I’m just undressing you a little. I wonder what you look like under there.”

You bit your inner lip, trying to keep your hands from shaking. “Just let him leave here, and we’ll talk. Just you and me. You know you’re running out of time.”

Yates hummed again, then sighed. “Yes, well, he will have to leave here, won’t he?” And with that, he let the chair go, the man going over. The chair fell to the ground, but the man hung in the hole. You gasped, looking down at him. Yates took the chance to grab you, pushing you against the wall. He let his hands roam your body, including your chest and crotch. You cried out, hands pinned at your sides as he pushed his body weight against you, then eventually pushing you to the ground. “You’re everything I imagined you to be, (Y/N),” he mumbled, pushing his lips to your neck and biting down, making you cry out in pain as his teeth broke your skin. He then sucked and licked at the mark he’d given you, grinding down on you, as he was now on top.

You panicked, whimpering and trying to get to the gun on your hip. He growled and pushed down on you harder. “Stop it. Stop!” He grabbed at your arms to subdue you. “Stop fucking fighting me! Stop it, or I’ll fucking kill you! Just like Nadia! Just like those nurses! Just like all the others!”

In the chaos, finally, you grabbed the gun and pointed it at him, shooting him in the chest. The bullet went straight through his heart.

He fell limp immediately on top of you, his blood pouring onto your body from the wound. You cried out again, tears rolling down your face as you pushed his body weight off you. Then, you stood and pointed the gun at him, your hands shaking, ready to pull the trigger if he moves again, even twitched. You didn’t take your eyes off him.

Antonio and Voight got there very soon after, seeing the scene, and you shaking. Voight slowly pushed your arms down to lower your gun. Antonio checked the body, confirming he was dead.

“I-I-I had to,” you mumbled, sniffling and breathing shakily as sobs came to your throat. “I had to!”

“I know,” Voight said softly, gently taking your gun from you and putting it in his own waistband. “It’s okay, (Y/N).”

Antonio came to you quickly, checking you over. He examined your chest, where the blood had stained your shirt, but finding no injury, he turned to your neck. “Hey, we’ll get an ambo here to check you out.”

“Antonio…” you whimpered, your knees buckling beneath you.

He caught you with ease, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the room and downstairs. He set you down outside in the grass, still holding you up to stand. “It’s okay, (Y/N), it’s okay. He hurt you. It was a clean shoot.”

“I-I…” You sobbed softly into his shoulder as he held you tightly. “H-He…”

“Shh,” he shushed you. “You don’t have to explain to me. It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

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Hours later, after speaking with internal affairs, the paramedics, and anyone else who had questions, you were finally allowed to go home.

Antonio drove you, holding your hand the whole time. Then, he escorted you up to your apartment and inside, helping you into your bedroom. He helped you undress, taking the blood-stained clothes and throwing them in the trash. He knew exactly how you felt about them, without you even having to say. He helped you into the shower, then let you have some time alone as he made some tea for you.

You turned the shower hotter, as hot as it would go, letting it scald your skin. You didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t know what to feel. You didn’t know what to say. The knot in your stomach intensified, making you sick. You heaved up the contents of your stomach and then some, feeling like you had thrown up your entire insides. Your throat burned as you watched it wash down the drain. You fell to your knees as your body betrayed you, sobbing softly. You simultaneously felt everything and nothing. You were so overwhelmed that you were numb. You sobbed yourself sick, heaving now as nothing else came up. You pushed your head against the shower wall, which was cool in comparison to the water. You sobbed and heaved, trembling on the floor of your shower for what felt like days, though only mere minutes before you regained yourself. Your body was still weak, but you managed to turn the shower off. The steam hugged you, even in the absence of the scalding water. You slowly pushed yourself up to get out, then got a towel to dry yourself. You sat on the toilet, swallowing hard as you played out the scenario in your mind, over and over.

What had you been thinking? Antonio was right. You never should’ve left the district. You would’ve been safe there. You trembled as the air grew cooler, leaving bitter kisses on your wet skin. You swallowed hard again, then stood, stumbling into your bedroom and finding some clothes to put on. You were able to find some underpants, but then you found some old sweatpants of Antonio’s that he had left previously. You also found one of his old CPD shirts from the academy. Putting them on, the smell of him comforted you in his physical absence. It helped to soothe your mind, thus soothing your body.

Moving shakily into the living area of your apartment, you looked around for Antonio. He was in the attached kitchen, looking at something on the counter, then turning around with two mugs of tea in his hands. He stopped when he saw you. “Hey…” he said softly. “You look pale…”

You blinked slowly, suddenly exhausted. You moved to the couch, sitting down on one side of it. Antonio moved in beside you, setting the mugs on your coffee table. He put his hands to your face, his fingers surprisingly cold. It felt good to you. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes.

“(Y/N)…” he murmured, gently holding your face. “What you did in there… it was the right thing to do…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumbled. “Please… just… hold me…”

“I can do that,” he whispered, nodding and pulling you into his lap, allowing you to sit sidesaddle. He brushed wet strands of hair from your face, grabbing your mug of tea for you. “Here, sip.”

“Toni…” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I just threw up all of my insides…”

“Just sip. You’ll feel better. Please.”

You sighed, but took a small sip of the tea, swallowing it before resting your head on his shoulder. He set the tea down, and rocked you gently, kissing your head and whispering sweet things in your ear for a while before just rocking you in silence.

“I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, breaking the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

“I should’ve listened to you… to Voight…”

Antonio sighed softly. “What’s done is done… I am always here for you… no matter what you choose. I just… I almost lost you today… I never want to lose you. You and my kids, you’re the best things to ever happen to me. I never want to lose any of you. That’s why I have this job. Taking these guys off the streets so that they don’t hurt you or Diego or Eva.”

“I know,” you mumbled, pushing your face into his neck, accidentally reminding yourself of the bite mark on your own. Your hand moved up to feel at the tender skin, wincing as you ran the pads of your fingers across every groove his teeth had left. You sniffled, trying not to cry again.

“Hey, hey,” Antonio gently grabbed your hand, holding it instead so you couldn’t feel the mark. “Shh, you’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

“I love you,” you whispered, sniffling again as a stray tear escaped your eye.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He rubbed your back with his free hand, just holding you, all night long.

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[delespresso]

IT'S YOU ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; hi! it's been a while since i actually wrote something and i really wanted to start again so here we are. first time writing for my man antonio and i hope it's good and liked <3

prompt; "what do you i've been doing this for?" from this list

summary; after a pretty messy breakup, she ends up crashing at antonio's. and she ends up moving in — but they're just friends.

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Antonio had known her for years. When she first moved to Chicago and became Gabby's partner on Ambulance 61, he was one of the few people that welcomed her from outside the firehouse.

Since then they'd been good friends, usually hanging out at Molly's or helping each other with mundane things. She was even good with Eva and Diego which always helped lessen his load after the divorce. There were times when she helped watch over the kids when Gabby couldn't and Antonio was stuck with a case while his ex-wife was traveling the world with her fancy new boyfriend.

He wasn't sure when it started, but at some point he felt it. The way his excitement grew at the prospect of seeing her again even if just for a drink with their circle of friends at Molly's. Or if they bumped into each other while on scenes. Or the few moments he'd get roughed up on the job and would come to her instead of an actual doctor or something.

But when he realized the way he was leaning onto her more than he probably should, he still couldn't stop it. Which was probably why he immediately offered her a place to stay when she broke up with her boyfriend whom she'd been living with.

“The kids are at a sleepover this weekend, but you don't need to worry about them,” he said as he brought two bottles of cold beer out for them.

She was on his couch, wrapped up in one of his hoodies as she curled up. Her boyfriend of four years turned out to be sleeping with his secretary. Cliché, but god she never expected it.

“You're sure they're gonna be fine with me staying?” she asked, wiping her nose with a tissue since she'd just stopped crying as she took the beer he offered.

In all honesty her heart was crushed. Who wouldn't be? She'd trusted her boyfriend only to find out he'd been stepping out on her.

Antonio could see the way she was hurting. And it filled him with a subtle rage. He wouldn't risk showing it though, all he did now was be there for her.

He let her curl up on the long couch as he settled in the armchair, watching her as she drank her beer.

“They love you,” he reminded her. “Eva would be happy to know you're here so she'd have someone to gossip with.”

They shared a chuckle over that. She did love the long chats with Eva about high-school drama. It was much simpler than her life now.

“You can stay as long as you need,” he added gently, a soft smile as he reassured her.

She looked at him, mustering up a soft smile of her own. How on earth did she get so lucky as to have a friend like him?

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She'd been staying at Antonio's for half a year by now. The search for a place of her own wasn't going so well. But Eva and Diego were pretty much doing everything they could to convince her to just stay.

Antonio's feelings had been all over the place now that she was literally in the room next door to him. Everywhere he turned she was there. It didn't help with the ongoing want to always be around her.

She was usually so sharp on social cues. She'd notice if her friends had crushes or admirers from miles away. But when it was her own case, she was practically blind to it. Which clearly showed now as she was helping Hermann bartend at Molly's and serving up a drink for Antonio.

“You know you've got a hot one eyeing you up on your four o'clock,” she teased, passing him a bottle of cold beer.

Antonio was aware of the other woman. But his eyes was fixed on the one behind the bar in front of him.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, picking up his bottle and bringing it up to his lips, “I'm not looking for that.”

She rested her hands on the bartop, tilting her head at him. Now that she thought of it, he hadn't been on any dates for a while now. Much less flirting with anyone. Well, anyone but her. But they always had their harmless flirty banter.

“Then what are you looking for?” she asked, leaning forward slightly as she questioned him.

He sighed, scratching his stubble lightly as he turned his head for a moment. God, he loved her but he wished she opened her eyes sometimes.

“I'm not looking anymore ‘cause I already found it,” he answered simply, turning back to her with a soft smile.

“Meaning?” she asked again, raising her brows.

“Well, there's this girl,” he started to say. He paused though, grinning when he saw her lean in slightly as if she was interested in some hot scoop of gossip.

“She got her heart broken a while back. Since then, I've been tryna make her feel better. Pick up the little pieces.”

She paused then, her brain picking up all the information piece by piece. For a minute, she felt like she made the connection. But she didn't want to jump the gun.

“You told her how you feel?”

“Doing that right now.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Both of them just looked each other in the eyes as he smiled softly at the way she simply stared at him like that. He knew she was picking it up now.

“Antonio—”

“It's you,” he cut her off, pushing his beer bottle aside slightly. His arms were folded over the wooden bartop as he spoke to her. “It's been you for years now.”

She blinked, completely dumbfounded. Her heart felt like it was fighting to break out of her ribcage.

He felt like the weight was finally lifted off his shoulders now. It was out. He couldn't take it back and he didn't want to.

“Why didn't you say anything?” she finally asked after a few beats.

“You were spoken for,” he replied.

She'd been taken for the past four years. And he respected the relationship, so he never said anything or acted on his feelings. He wasn't the type for it.

“Not anymore,” she then said.

He paused, his eyes locked on hers for a moment as he nodded slowly.

“Not anymore,” he echoed. “What do you think I've been doing this for?”

A soft smile pulled on her lips as she looked at him, finally realizing she was right. She had sensed the subtle hints, but she was too scared to properly read into it.

Now though, he was making himself clear.

“I like you,” he said properly, making her smile brighter which caused an immediate rise in his heart rate. “And I know you're in the room next door—”

She laughed softly at that, looking down briefly. She was still living in his place after all.

“— but if you'd like, I'd love to properly take you out,” he finally finished.

He was nervous. In all honesty, she made him so nervous it made almost no sense. But he had to take the leap. He'd been waiting for years for the chance and he'd be damned if he didn't take it now.

She smiled, looking at him with those eyes that always made him weak.

“I'll clear my Friday night.”

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[keanureevesisbae]

Caring platonically

Sergeant Hank Voight x fem!reader

Summary: You're secretly very close to Hank Voight, but strictly platonically.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: None

masterlist // one chicago masterlist //

Being a firefighter had always been a dream of yours. You watched your parents both enjoy the profession when you were younger and whenever someone asked what you wanted to be when you grew up, it was always the same answer.

I wanna become a firefighter, just like my parents.

Your parents had met in Firehouse 51, so after many other firehouses, working there had felt and been a huge honor to you. You adored working there on truck 81, with lieutenant Casey as your superior. You learned a lot from him and every fire you fought together, you felt you were one stop closer to becoming like him, a great fire fighter.

Your parents were so proud of you, both of them having met everyone on your shift. 

But fighting fires and saving people was always easier when it didn’t involve people you knew. Today, you weren’t so lucky. You heard Gabby cry behind you, as it was her brother Antonio who was one of the two people stuck inside.

You were now patiently waiting for either the chief or your lieutenant to give you the go ahead to go inside. 

The entirety of the Intelligence unit had made it outside, minus two: detective Antonio Dawson and sergeant Voight. You knew about the reputation the sergeant held at your firehouse, but that had happened before you joined Firehouse 51.

You on the other hand, had a different bond with the sergeant. You knew him well and knew his well intentions.

Before you felt comfortable enough to spend your time over at Molly’s, you’d go to other bars to have a drink after shift. While his colleagues went to Molly’s, the sergeant never set foot there. But you two got to talk, enjoyed each other’s company and maybe you accidentally, but not really kissed his cheek after he drove you home once. 

You never spoke about the kissing incident, as it was highly inappropriate of you to do so. He was many years your senior and a not so liked officer of the Chicago PD in your Firehouse. Besides, you liked what you had platonically, you didn’t want to mess that up.

No one at Firehouse 51 knew about your evening routines with Voight. No one knew that you sometimes teasingly called him ‘Hank’, which caused him to roll his eyes. No one knew he spend one time on your couch, because a blizzard made it impossible for him to go back to his own place. No one knew he’d show up to your front door with a cup of coffee right before your shift every now and then.

Platonically of course.

And now you were standing outside the enormous building, watching the fires spill out of the windows. If you didn’t go now, you never had the chance again and Gabby would lose her brother and you would lose a great friend.

‘Chief, we only need two minutes,’ you finally said to Chief Boden, your patience running low. ‘Come on. We’ll do a quick sweep.’

He thought about your proposition for a second, but that was easily the longest second in your life. ‘You and Hermann take the east side. Casey and Otis, the west side. I want you out in two minutes and no more.’

You grabbed your equipment and with Herman you ran inside the building once you had your mask on right. The two of you took off east, occasionally yelling: ‘Fire department, call out!’

You wanted to continue walking, but then you heard a weak: ‘Over here.’

You halted Hermann in his steps. ‘You heard that?’

He nodded and it was enough of you to follow the the weak calls for help. You saw Antonio and Voight on the floor, both of them awake, but both of them in no condition to get out of her themselves. While Antonio had his foot stuck underneath a giant beam, Voight appeared weak and kept on coughing. You had never seen Voight like this before. He was always the tough guy. He protected you when he brought you home late at night. Always walked on the road side of the curb. Whenever someone looked at you and it left you uncomfortable, he’d scare them away with one single look. 

You told the rest you found them and together with Hermann you pushed the beam from Antonio’s foot. Hermann and you hoisted him up and your fellow firefighter helped him out to the exit. You made your way over to Voight and said: ‘Come on, we’ve got to go.’

He looked up and through your mask, he saw all the recognition he needed. He smirked, realizing that you were here saving him, meaning he lost a stupid bet you two made. The first one to save the other, would be on the receiving end of a hundred dollars.

But that was the least of your worries now. 

You wrapped his arm around your shoulder and made your way out, him heavily leaning on you. By the time you were out, you took off that oxygen mask and helped him to the gurney. 

Brett placed her stethoscope on his chest. ‘A lot of smoke inhalation, we’ve got to get him to the hospital.’

The other ambulance with Antonio had already gone to Chicago Med and now you watched your friend Voight being pushed into this one, on his way to the same hospital as well.

♢ ♢ ♢

After your shift, you went straight to the hospital. You managed secretly make your way to Voight’s room, without the rest spotting you as they were here to see Antonio.

Voight’s room was empty, but there were some flowers and a basket of fruit (how unoriginal) placed on his bedside table. 

He looked up and when he saw it was you, he ushered you in. 

‘How are you?’ you asked as you approached him.

‘A hundred bucks lighter.’

You rolled your eyes in both annoyance and sheer unbelief he was taking it so lightly. ‘Hank, I’m serious.’

‘Me too.’ 

Realizing he wasn’t going to be exactly honest with you, you let it slide and said: ‘I spoke to the doctor and you’ll be discharged tonight. So, that’s great news.’

He nodded, taking in the information. Sometimes, there were moments like these between you, where he kinda shut down and didn’t show his feelings to you. You were used to it by now, though it was opposite to how you usually dealt with your feelings.

‘You need a place to stay?’ you then asked. ‘Or some company?’

He nodded. ‘I’d like that. I prefer my place.’

‘Don’t you dare say it because of the pink.’

‘I nearly died in a fire, cut me some slack,’ he told you jokingly off. ‘I’ve been through enough, no need to overdose me with pink.’

You chuckled, realizing he was feeling better already if he can joke around like that. ‘Just… Don’t scare me like that, okay? Tons of people don’t make it alive out of those fires.’

‘I did.’

‘Yes, smart ass, you did, but just don’t do that again, alright?’

‘Alright,’ he said, but that was only to ease your mind, you knew that.

You placed your hand on his and whispered: ‘I thought I lost a friend today.’

He nodded, unable to say something about it. It was weird to see Voight in a hospital bed like this. While he was in a better state than when you pulled him out of that fire, he seemed tired and a little weak.

Which wasn’t Voight’s usual look.

He squeezed your hand and when you looked up, he didn’t need to speak to get his message across. 

He was thankful you pulled him out of there alive.

♢ ♢ ♢

Voight’s place was boring and empty, but he had the best coffee machine anyone could ask for. As he made himself comfortable on the couch, you two decided that, despite the caffeine and the time late at night, you were in need of a nice cup of coffee. 

With the damping cups on the coffee table in front of the couch, you had turned sideways so you could look at Hank Voight sitting next to you. When he wasn’t in a hospital, he appeared a whole lot healthier within a short amount of time. 

He hadn’t told you about why he was there in the old abandoned warehouse and how the mission backfired on him. Instead, you two talked about mindless things. 

‘You ever hope of meeting your future husband at the firehouse?’ Voight asked, after listening to your story about your parents’ anniversary. ‘Just like your parents?’

You shook your head. ‘In house relationships are difficult,’ you noted. ‘They told me that a billion times. Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone there I like or something.’

Voight nodded, but didn’t say anything about it. Relationships were a ‘thin ice’ subject for the two of you and you always kinda avoided it.

You mostly avoided it because it was obvious you liked Voight, however you forced yourself not to think about it. If you did, you’d find yourself slipping and falling head over heels with him. If you simply didn’t acknowledge it, the crush that could turn into utter infatuation in a heartbeat, would stay in the background and would remain tamed and controllable. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night in silence as you watched some television and later on, when it was time for bed, you walked with him to the master bedroom. 

‘You don’t need to tuck me in,’ he said, his raspy voice even raspier than before. ‘I’m a grown man.’

‘Who nearly died in a fire today,’ you told him off. ‘Come on, I’m here already, let me do it.’

Knowing damn well he was going to lose that fight, he simply nodded and you pulled the blankets of his body. 

‘You’re comfortable?’ you asked, as you tucked him in.

A nod had to suffice.

It was your cue to leave, but somehow you didn’t. You couldn’t get yourself away. 

‘What’s up?’ he asked.

‘I thought I lost you,’ you admitted. ‘Meaning I could never tell you how much I,’—Don’t say it. Really don’t say it,’—care about you.’ Realizing what you just said and how that was considering slipping and falling and not containing the crush, you were quick to laugh it off. ‘But that is being overly dramatic about it. So, good night. If there’s anything, just call out for me.’

You already were halfway to the door, when that raspy voice of you brought you to a halt, simply using one word. ‘Wait.’

So you waited. You turned around and saw him pushing his tired frame up, so he could lean against the headboard. ‘Yeah?’

‘I care about you too,’ he said. ‘And… And I realized I should’ve said it before.’

‘Well, friends care about each other.’

‘I don’t want to be friends,’ he said quickly. Before the words could sting, you realized what he said without actually using words. 

Screw what we have platonically. 

You didn’t leave the room, instead you stalked over to him, grabbed his face and kissed him, something you formerly forced yourself not to think about. Ever. As your lips connected, Voight’s hands pulled you on the bed and you felt yourself falling head over heels with him. You carefully and masterfully created a wall between your feelings for Voight and admitting them. But that was something of the past. 

After nearly losing the one man you have these feelings for, you realized life could end right now. Nothing is guaranteed. You knew that as a firefighter, but you never realized it as someone in love.

‘What about the rest?’ you asked. ‘About firehouse 51? Your division?’

He shook his head. ‘We’ll figure something out,’ he told you, before kissing you again. 

A problem for later. 

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[d3a7h]

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 2

Pairing(s): Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Warning(s): Language (I think thats all.)

Word Count: 3034

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Moving in with Voight proved troublesome, having to trust not only him but his wife, son, and another girl he had taken in. It was hard, really hard, despite Justin being young he was the main one you trusted. At first anyway, Erin and you grew close, after the first year of living with your new family you both got sent to St. Ignatius, it was a school meant for you to start fresh, start good.

It was not fresh or good, the girls hated you two, they seemed to have no reason until they found out about things in your past. They started to bully you two and use it against you whenever they got the chance. Hank explained that if either of you were to get into a fight you would be expelled. Erin tolerated the bullying because she didn't want to disappoint him. You tried to until someone brought up Korren, you didn’t even know how they would have found out that information, but once your son's name exited her mouth you saw dark. You were on top of her punching her repeatedly with no intention to stop.

You got expelled for that, of course. Voight was upset, beyond upset. Erin, Jason, and Camille kept asking why you did it but you refused to talk. You were terrified of how they would react if you had a kid, let alone that you didn’t know who the father was or where the kid was. That thought tore you apart, not knowing if Korren was okay.

You convinced Voight to send you to the Police Academy as soon as you were ungrounded for being expelled. Your mother taught you to hate cops, you used to, until Voight and Alvin saved you when you were 8. You were forever grateful, you wanted to be able to follow in Voights steps and help other kids like you. You also needed a reason to keep going and it needed to be something that was not left in your hands. Police Academy seemed to be the only way for you.

You were ready as soon as you got into the Academy, you started training and studying in your room before you went in. You still study and train all the time, you love to push yourself and see how good you can be. It worked really well, you passed with flying marks. Top of your class and you made uniform all by age twenty two. Uniform is where you got a partner, that partner was Antonio Dawson. You both quickly became a great duo, trouble always found you two and if one of you wasn’t in some type of pain by the end of the shift something was wrong.

However, you did make it out of Uniform, you got a transfer into Narcotics. You didn’t like being in the unit, you thought it would have been a great opportunity. You were mistaken, they said you were on the team but your boss refused to let you work cases. You would always get stuck with the paperwork.

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𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝚕𝚍

𝟹 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜

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Two weeks, my unit has been working on a case, two weeks and they have nothing to show for it. I know more than they do but they refuse to listen to me. Like always I was sitting in the break room on the floor doing the paperwork for our last case when my boss walked in. “Flynn.” “Yes sir?” I said looking up at him, he handed me a transfer paper and a manila folder. “Intelligence is taking my case and you. You should get going.”

I couldn’t have been happier, I quickly got up from the floor grabbing the stuff from him. I saw Hank Voight on the paper and that made all of this ten times better. I quickly made my way to the district, as soon as I walked in it was like a wave of relief washed over me. “Is my handprint in yet Sarge?” I teased knowing I would get a reaction out of Trudy, she raised her head with a scowl but it was replaced with a glare as soon as she saw me. I smiled brightly laughing lightly, “Hello to you too Sarge, I missed you.” “I didn’t miss you, Flynn, yes your handprint it in. Good luck.”

I thanked her and went up the first few stairs getting to the gate, I placed my hand on the pad and it opened. I took a deep breath before going up the stairs seeing Voight sitting in his office. As soon as he saw me I waved and he got up coming out of his office, he hugged me and I hugged him back tightly. “Good to see you again.” “I see you accepted my transfer.” “Of course, as long as I am not treated like an assistant.” “You are one of us.”

He turned around to his team, “Everyone, welcome our new team member.” Everyone said welcome before Voight motioned for me to talk about the case. I stepped to the front of the room before putting things on the white board. 

"Hi everyone, I am Y/N. I am from Narcotics. They couldn't get anywhere with what we knew and they refused to let me on the case. There are two unrelated wire investigations. Surveillance followed three of the area cental's top-ranking gang targets to a house on Carpenter. " "We roll out in five." Hank told everyone before walking downstairs.

Erin came over to hug me, I hugged her back. "I missed you, Erin," I smiled brightly causing her to smile as well. "I missed you more Y/N. Glad you are with Intelligence." "Same, I will finally get case time, I won't just be doing files." Erin then walked downstairs followed by a guy. I then turned to say something to Antonio.

Another guy put his jacket on the chair of the desk across from Antonio, "Hey hey what are you doing?" "I need a desk." He said with a head tilt, very obviously confused at his question. "Not that one that was Willhite's desk I'll let everyone know when someone can use it."

He looked down and opened a drawer in his desk looking at a photo. I gave him a minute before I spoke.

"Guess ill use the floor until then," I joked and Antonio looked over at me before smiling. He walked over to me and I hugged him, we kissed each other's cheeks and pulled away. "I've missed you 'Tonio" I smiled brightly and he nodded, "I've missed you too, glad to finally have you in the unit." "Glad to finally be here, do you know how bad Narcotics was."

"I hate this but I guess you can have the desk." "I love you but I am not going to disrespect your grieving for a partner. I can wait till you're ready, I didn't have a desk in Narcotics either so I'm used to it." He shook his head knowing not to argue with me.

"Well hello, I am Adam," I heard from the other side of me. I turned my head to see the guy who Antonio just got upset with. I smiled holding out my hand to his, "Y/N, Y/N Flynn." He shook my hand before kissing the back of it, "As long as Antonio has no dibs on you I think this can be fun."

"Hands off Ruzek," Antonio said walking down the stairs, I chuckled lightly patting Adam's face and kissing his cheek before following behind Antonio.

"Flynn you're with Jay and Erin for this case." I nodded and got into the backseat, Jay took the passenger and Erin drove. All I could question was if he was my Jay, he kind of looked like he did when he was younger but ten years does stuff to people. I knew for a fact he did not recognize me.

I loved Jay, he was the only person there for me when I needed someone the most. He was the only reason I was out, away from my mother, he was everything to me. He still is everything to me, but I stopped getting letters from him when he was with the rangers. We never broke off what we had, so does he remember me? Does he even still love me?

"We got the main eye," Alvin spoke on his radio, this dragged me out of my thoughts. "We're set up to the north." Antonio radioed in, and Jay let them know we were at the south, we also had a partial view of the alley. Erin was taking pictures, and I kept my eye out for anyone or anything that seemed out of place.

"If anyone goes mobile from the house, we're in position for a takeaway," Antonio let us know before Hank told O and Ruzek to see if there was any movement inside.

"Guys," I tapped Jay's shoulder pointing at the guy in the yellow jacket walking in front of us. "Hold up. We got company" Erin informed the others over the radio.

Jay called out a gun and shots were fired into the guy from inside the house. We all got out of our cars after the gunshots stopped, running over to the house. We cleared the house but Ruzek had to shoot a guy to keep him from shooting one of us.

We found a big supply of insulin boxes, Antonio put together that the bullets were in the boxes.

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Back at The District

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"Do you not remember me?" I asked Jay as we walked back to the bullpen. "No why?" He asked quickly turning to me before his phone rang, he held up his finger and I gave him a thumbs up before walking ahead of him.

"This is Edward Jelko, the deceased street-level dealer. This is Peter Thomas Banfill, the offender, currently baking in a coma over at county. Jelko probably thought like we did that Banfill was sitting on something big, and went over there to rip him off." Hank explained to us before I spoke up, "The bullets, they are M995s, Teflon-Tipped, Kevlar-Penetrating Rounds. Ballistics has 'em linked to several recent homicides."

"And we found 100 of these at the scene, it's for type R insulin which is a Canadian designation." Erin said holding up the insulin boxes we found earlier, "And with any luck, our little surprise visit got the gun runners scrambling which means they're gonna make mistakes, okay? Eyes open." Hank said to us all before asking Erin and me to come to his office.

We both looked at each other confused before doing as told, I closed the door behind us. "Justin's getting an early release. He's moved up to Friday night." "That's great!" I agreed with Erin. "Well, he's asking if you two can be there. It's no big deal if you can't." "Are you crazy? Of course, it's a big deal, he's getting out.” “We will be there.” Hank just nodded giving us a monotone yeah. “What?” I asked causing him to stand up and walk up to us, “Why do you look like somebody pissed in your coffee?” “Gettin’ out is always harder than gettin’ in.”

This seemed to upset Erin, Voight walked around us to the door. “Hank. Come on, Justin’s gonna need you around, okay? The tough love thing, it— it didn't work.” This upset Voight, he hated being told what was right and wrong. “Flynn, do me a favor. Tell Antonio ill be back in an hour.” He then walked out of his office, I shrugged looking at Erin before following him out.

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Antonio and I were getting more info on the bullets, the others had gone to a scene that Burgess and Atwater got sent to by Erin. We finally got it and high-fived each other, I hugged Jin before following Antonio out of the room to our team. “These are what we're looking for, C7s. A variant used by the Candian Army, an Armory up there was robbed.” “3,000 rounds of Ammo and 50 C7s were stolen,” I added wanting to be able to say something. “Bigger market for sprayers down here.” O said and I nodded my head knowing he was right. “Victim's wife drove down with him. Halstead and Lindsay are bringing her in.” Antonio told Voight earning us a good.

I sat in the room with Erin and Jay as they talked to our victims wife until Antonio came in and asked me to come with him. A call came in about gunshots and so we were going to check it out, when we arrived and got into the room we had to get the rest of the team there. Hank looked around as soon as he got there, I was looking around to see if we could find anything else that could help us.

“Can you believe the velocity of these things?” Jay started catching all of our attention, I turned around to look at him. “Forensics traced one round that went through the tv, through the wall, ended up halfway through the engine block of an ice cream truck parked across the street.” Voight and Antonio looked at each other with the same look causing me to smile a bit before Voight spoke, “Seven homicides and counting.”

“Our widow is lying, her cell phone provider said she was never at BloomingDale’s. She spent the afternoon up in Edgewater.” This gave us reason to bring said widow into our interrogation room. Erin and I went in together, “We’re gonna get real honest real quick.”

Erin sat down and started to ask her questions, showing her pictures. I stood leaning against the wall, “Why are you doing this?” She asked, I rolled my eyes a bit crossing my arms. “You lied to us, you were not browsing BloomingDale’s you were in Edgewater.” She looked at us both as those words came out of my mouth. Surprised that we knew or that we checked maybe. “You and your husband had a nice run, right? You start off with something simple like X or Kush, and you got greedy, and you upgraded to gun-running, right? Am i in the ballpark? Which means you got George murdered and that makes you an accessory to his murder.” “So were gonna try this agan, only this time the truth.” Erin said firmly as she never took her eyes off the woman.

“I was visting a friend. An ex boyfriend” “If youre gonna lie, put some effort into it. For me.” “Call him, he’ll tell you.” I gave in sliding a notepad to her and a pen. She wrote down his name and number so I left the room to go call him. We then told the team about our findings, Erin told them about Mikey and I told them that her alibi was legit.

“Got a ping on Ganz’s phone, pulled all the numbers hes called in the last twenty four hours.” Jin told us as he walked in. “Employee of the week, Jin.” Jay clapped before he said that. Jin sucked in a breath before speaking again, “All the calls were to the same numbers, a call phone registered to a Lucky M Pawn and Loan in Gage Park.”

“Lucky M. I know that ding-dong. We’ll go talk to him. Come on.” O told us before he, Antonio, and I left. Antonio and I waited outside as he went in, “How's the wife and kids?” “Deigo got kidnapped, we got him back he's getting better I hope, It was mostly just mental stuff he had to overcome now. Eva and Laura are great. How was life without seeing my handsome face?” “Your lucky I can't lie to you, Narcotics wasn't fun. It was an up in pay for less everything. I never went on cases, I never got to get out there. I was just their assistant really.” He turned to me taking me in for a hug, I hugged him back slightly laughing. “It's good to have you back kid.” “Great to be back, we should get together like we used to. I mean yeah we aren't really young anymore but it would be nice to relive those days.” “It would be, my house this weekend?” “Deal.” O came out with a chainsaw in hand, Antonio looked confused but I couldn't help but snicker a little at how nonchalant he was. He told us he got a meet-up at two o’clock.

Alvin and Antonio went to the meet up, Mickey didn’t want both of them in the car so Antonio tried to say no and go back to his car but Alvin insisted and he went with him. This got us to the spot and we were now waiting for the word, christmas, as soon as O said it we rushed in with the long guns. It lead to a shootout, some ran, some got shot, and we cuffed Mickey; who tried to shoot O but Ruzek stopped him.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

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I stood next to Erin as we leaned on the car waiting for Jason to get out of the gates, he did a little skip before screaming freedom. We both hugged him, and he complimented Erin before he asked where Voight was. It disappointed him but he tried to flirt with Erin and kiss her, but she declined him fairly quickly before telling him to get in the car. “Does he not see us as sisters? Or am I delusional?” I asked and she just shook her head not wanting to think about it, I laughed before patting her shoulder getting in the backseat.

Jason spent the night at my apartment, I didn’t mind because I didn’t want him to meet up with his old friends. They weren’t good for him but he could not see that and I didn’t know how to help him. “Jason,” I said as I walked into the living room. “Yeah?” “Make better decisions okay? Better friends.” “My friends are good.” “Sure they are Jason, and you totally were not just in jail. Goodnight.” I ruffled his hair and walked back to my room.

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[vroomvroommuppett]

here is everyone i write for. if you have any questions, send an ask, or if you are wondering if i will write for someone, send an ask.

all will be fem!reader, unless otherwise noted

aus

sister!reader

fandoms

911

911 lone star

actors

criminal minds

formula one

marvel

one chicago

stranger things

actors

aaron tveit

andrew garfield

barry keoghan

charlie heaton

dacre montgomery

jesse lee soffer

jesse spencer

joe keery

matthew gray gubler

oliver stark

ronen rubinstein

taylor kinney

thomas gibson

formula one

lance stroll

max verstappen

lando norris

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

pierre gasly

oscar piastri

george russell

logan sargent

alex albon

liam lawson

marvel

druig (eternals)

spider-man (tasm)

stranger things

jonathan byers

steve harrington

criminal minds

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

luke alvez

matt simmons

spencer reid

911

eddie diaz

evan “buck” buckley

ravi panikkar

one chicago

matthew casey

kelly severide

jay halstead

will halstead

greg “mouse” gerwitz

antonio dawson

connor rhodes

other

walter “keys” mckey (free guy)

ships

bucker (evan buckley x spencer reid)

buddie (buck x eddie)

hotchreid (aaron hotchner x spencer reid)

jarlie (joe keery x charlie heaton)

moried (derek morgan x spencer reid)

ralvez (luke alvez x spencer reid)

sevacy (kelly severide x matt casey)

stonathan (steve harrington x jonathan byers)

tarlos (tk strand x carlos reyes)

mousestead (mouse x jay)

formula one throuples

galex x reader

landoscar x reader

charlos x reader

carlando x reader

lestappen x reader

charlando x reader

norstappen x reader

loscar x reader

actor throuples

andrew x barry x yn

andrew x dacre x yn

andrew x jesse (eisenberg) x yn

andrew x joe x yn

andrew x mgg x yn

andrew x oliver x yn

joe x barry x yn

joe x dacre x yn

joe x mgg x yn

oliver x barry x yn

oliver x joe x yn

oliver x mgg x yn

oliver x ronen x yn

thomas gibson x mgg x yn

character throuples

buddie x reader

hotchreid x reader

jay halstead x kelly severide x reader

jay halstead x antonio dawson x reader

jay halstead x matt casey x reader

jay halstead x buck x reader

jay halstead x mouse x reader

kelly severide x matt casey x reader

kelly severide x buck x reader

matt casey x antonio dawson x reader

will halstead x connor rhodes x reader

steddie x reader

steddie x henderson!reader

stonathan x reader

#who i write for

[enchantedblackrose]

I posted 430 times in 2022

That's 35 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (20%)

345 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@enchantedblackrose

@bullet-prooflove

@xofeno

@infatuatedharleys

I tagged 379 of my posts in 2022

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#fic rec - 65 posts

#jay halstead - 60 posts

#jay halstead x reader - 45 posts

#beautiful man - 39 posts

#chicago pd - 38 posts

#kelly severide - 22 posts

#stellaride - 21 posts

#antonio dawson x reader - 18 posts

#jesse lee soffer - 17 posts

#chicago fire - 17 posts

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#seeing friendships and everyone dressed in game clothing

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#5

We Need You Part 2

We Need You Pt 2: Together

Kelly Severide/ Fem Reader

Summary: Upon returning home, Kelly's mood drastically changes.

Warnings: none?? Unedited.

A/N: I am so sorry @theatrenerd101601 I know this isn't at all what you expected when you asked if I would consider writing more. But this will be at least 4 parts so please hang on and we will get there. 🙏

Part 1 || Part 2|| Part 3

Together

There's a comfortable silence as Kelly drives back to the loft, lacing his fingers through yours. Occasionally, he glances over at you, catches your eye, and beams. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. You smile, content. And let your eyes flutter shut; the excitement from moments ago has taken its toll. A nap is in your future. You can hardly wait to crawl into bed perfectly curled into Kelly until you fall asleep.

Unfortunately sometime between the drive and arriving at the apartment, the father to be no longer seems happy. He wordlessly dropped your hand upon parking. He held the building door open for you, but didn't meet your eyes. Even now he won't look at you. From his profile you can tell his brows are furrowed. The sudden shift of moods throws you. You stand at the doorway, starting to slip off your shoes when Kelly speaks.

“When are you due?” His tone almost  brusque. 

“...in about nine months,” you tease, but when you glance up at him, you see that he is unamused. You stop fidgeting out of your shoes.  “I’m not sure. I go to the doctor’s in two weeks. They’ll tell me more then.” Kelly seems satisfied with your answer for now, but his expression never truly softens. He starts to walk away, but turns back firing another question at you.

“When do you find out the baby’s gender?”

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“Kelly! I’ve never been pregnant before. This is new to me too.” You don’t yell, but your voice is raised as you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself.

He’s unabashed. He sighs. “We should get married.”

“What?”

“We should get married. And buy a house.” You stand speechless. Kelly stares at you. “Well, what do you say?”

“No. I say no. That’s not what a proposal should be, Kelly.”

For the first time since being home, he looks you in the eyes. A mix of worry and sadness washes over him, as he licks his lips before opening his mouth to speak. But you don’t give him the chance.

“I have to go.” You grab your keys before turning on your heel and walking out the door. Kelly never sees the tears forming in your eyes.

Once outside, you bypass your car, opting to walk. You wipe at your face, chasing the tears away, then shove your hands into your pockets. There’s no place you need, or even want to go, but you don’t want to be at home, so you keep walking along the sidewalk.

Confusion, hurt, anger all hit you with every step. How had it been only less than a few hours since you stood in front of your office building fully ablaze with the very real fear of losing Kelly coursing through you? Even more recent than that had been Kelly’s unfeigned happiness about the pregnancy.; he referred to today as his best day. And yet something changed. For unknown reasons his excitement about the baby, his baby, dissipated rather abruptly. At best Kelly had almost appeared indifferent, at worst, angry. Then he proposed. With an audible sigh and without any warmth, as if it was a solution to a problem.

Kelly’s proposal felt wrong, but, you realize, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, you may have been wrong, too, leaving him instead of telling him how you were feeling.. You sigh, knowing you need to return home to have a difficult conversation. How did you get here, you wonder? After the fire and telling Kelly you’re pregnant, all you wanted was cuddles and a nap. Maybe some food. Instead all you got was a headache and a pity marriage proposal.

Before you turn  to start your walk back to the loft, you spy only a few feet from you, a familiar face. Chloe Cruz, the wife of one of the guys on Squad with Kelly, and someone you are slowly becoming close with. You plaster on a smile as she heads your way.

“Hi, Chloe. How are you?”

“I’m great. Just grabbing a few things from the store before I pick up Otis from the sitter. How are you? You look a little preoccupied?”

You fight the urge to snort. Preoccupied was only half of it. You debate giving her the standard ‘I’m fine’ reply, but Chloe is a friend. You decide to confide in her.

“Kelly proposed.”

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138 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#4

Could Be

not my gif, full credit to the maker. Please lmk if it's you!

Pairing: Jay Halstead/ fem Reader

Warnings: None? Unedited. Mistakes are all mine

Summary: After witnessing y/n date all the wrong guys, Jay decides to do something about it

Could Be

Jay walked into a very crowded Molly's, but that didn't stop him from noticing you right away. You were tucked back in a corner with only your drink for company. As he studied you it became evident that something was bothering you. Brows furrowed, mouth tightly drawn into a frown he watched as you  placed your phone down and fidget with the straw of your drink but never taking a sip as if you were preoccupied. He saw your shoulders heave with what had to be a heavy sigh.

"Hey Jay, get you a drink?" Stella called out from behind the bar, breaking him from studying you more.

"Uh," he stammered. Stella followed his gaze to you. She smiled knowingly to herself and just shook her head before Jay looked over at her. "Yeah, I'll take a beer, please," he said slipping out of his jacket and sitting at the bar. Stella placed a bottle down in front of him and he murmured a thanks and shot another glance in your direction before looking back at Stella. "Hey, uh, do you know what's wrong with y/n?" He asked nonchalantly but without looking Stella in the eyes.

Stella hesitated. "It's not really my place to tell, but since you're asking...that loser she's been seeing dumped her."  Disdain dripped her voice.

"Really?" Jay asked, smiling despite himself. Stella even detected a sparkled in his eyes.

"Jay..." she said warningly out of protectiveness for you, her friend. But she stopped, knowing beyond doubt Jay was a good guy and didn't need a lecture about treating you right. Besides, she had watched Jay pine for months over you.

"Get me another of whatever she's drinking. Please?"

"Up for company?" Jay asked approaching your table and holding out your drink of choice as an offering. You looked up and Jay thought he saw your face light up, even for just a moment.

"Please," you indicated for him to sit.

"You want to tell me about it?"

"About what?"

"Whatever it is that has you upset?"

You smile humorlessly "How do you know I'm upset?"

"I'm a detective, y/n. A good one at that."

This time, you give a genuine smile before sighing. "I can't seem to meet a good guy. Ever. Even in high school. I dated this guy who still had photographs of his ex girlfriend hanging on his bedroom wall. Said he had them still hanging up because he was in the pictures, too. But I knew it was because he was still in love with her. Then there was this other guy who had his sister call me and break up with me."

Jay let out a low whistle, "Yikes,"

"And in college-" you abruptly stop talking. "I'm so sorry. You don't want to hear all this. I got caught up feeling bad for myself."

"It's okay. I asked you what was wrong, remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, buts." Jay interrupts you, flashing a smile before he takes a long sip of his beer. You return his smile with one of your own. A brief and comfortable silence falls on you both as you enjoy your drinks. Jay clears his throat, "We should-"

"Thanks for-" You laugh as you the two of you started to speak at the same time.

"You first, y/n," Jay says.

"I just wanted to thank you for listening to me. And for knowing something was wrong. You're very easy to talk to. I'm glad to know you, Jay.'

"Easy to talk to and easy on the eyes," he gives you a flirtatious wink.

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288 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

Not Pretty

Gif credit @haileyupstead

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader Partner, mentions of Kim and Erin.

Summary: You and the other girls from Intelligence are sent to a nightclub, but the bouncer won't let you in.

Warnings: No canon timeline. Some swearing, feelings of not being pretty. A dude calls you ugly. Largely unedited but I'm tired of looking at it.

Author's note: I really thought I had such a good idea. Then I sat down to write this and omg this is just...idek. I'm sorry? It's nothing like I thought it would be. And I'm seriously doubting posting it. Huge thanks to Resa for talking it out with me otherwise I'd still be stuck hahaha

A contribution to @resanoona 's 3k Fiesta bingo! Square filled: Hurt Feelings

Not Pretty

"Not you," dripping with disdain and a sneer while the onlookers snicker, echoes in your mind as you sit on the bench in the locker room at the precinct, momentarily sidetracked from gathering your belongings.

You shouldn't be feeling like this. Sad. Defeated. The sense of utter failure lingering over you. You and the team made the bust. And yet all you hear is that bouncer's voice. 

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Of course it's a frigid Chicago night as you stand outside the nightclub with members of your team undercover and underdressed. Your knee high boots help conceal your credentials as well as your backup piece, but your left little toe is already numb with pain and you're positive your heels are going to blister. You tug the bottom of your dress as if that will magically make it grow longer.

Kim playfully swats your hand. "Stop fidgeting."

"This dress is tiny and it's freezing," you stick your tongue out and she laughs at you.

"Yes, well in lieu of making your dress longer or warmer, try to relax," she offers you a tentative smile.

Through your earpiece, your partner's voice rings out, "She's right, y/n. You look...fine. just concentrate on the task." Feeling chastised, you scowl in Jay's general direction. He's somewhere in the crowd of people in line for the club in case there's trouble before you even get in. He somehow manages to catch your eye, before you plaster on the fakest of smiles.You turn to Kim just as Erin bounces up to you both, hooking her arms through Kim's elbow and yours. "Ladies! Let's get this started."

Laughing with each step, feigning flippant attitudes, you and the girls walk past the line, straight to the bouncer by the door. He barely glances up from his clipboard.

"Name?"

"You won't find our names on your list, but-"

"End of the line," he barks.

"Please," Erin pouts.

"He's just doing his job," Kim says. He looks up, appreciating the recognition. "We'll go," but none of you make to move. His eyes rake over your bodies. Erin acts as if she's about to move, but then tilts her head slightly.

"Are you Rob? Because my friend, Cassidy, was here two or three nights ago and she said you had all the right moves," she says, dropping the name of her CI.

He laughs, "You lot know Cass? That girl is wild. You party like her?"

"Harder," you say with a cheeky smile. 

"And longer," Kim winks.

She and Erin giggle. You laugh a little late and very awkwardly. Rob moves finally granting entry. 

You all move to go in, but he stops you.

"Not you," He sneers.  Erin and Kim halt. "You two can go in. She has to wait." They scoff and protest, but he's unwilling. 

"Sorry no uglies." You feel your heart plummet; his words sting no matter how badly you wish they didn't. But even though you're hurt and angry, your face remains neutral. A group of smug girls on the other side of Rob snicker and point in your direction. Another wave of dejection hits you and you shove your emotions down again.

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295 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#2

We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.  

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides.  Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look. 

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed. 

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?” 

The man shook his head no. 

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.  

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer.  He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked. 

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

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308 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Perfect

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader

Summary: Jay's going to be a daddy

Tw: pregnancy, no graphic details of pregnancy or childbirth

Author's note: gif credit @xofeno Song Lady by Brett Young. Lyrics are in italics/not mine.

Perfect

You stand in your bathroom, waiting for the time to pass. You need a distraction. Slowly, you wash your hands again. After drying them quickly on the closest hand towel, you start to untie your hair from its messy bun. You didn't mean to, but you glance and see it. A wave of nausea hits for an entirely different reason now, a twinge of excitement creeps into your stomach. Your heartbeat quickens and you think you may cry.

"Jay," you call out, leaving the bathroom. Your own voice sounds foreign to you. Jay peers out from the kitchen. After a long day turned into a longer night at work for you both, he was fixing a frozen pizza for you two to split.

"Babe?" He asks after a moment of you not saying anything. He looks at you questioningly as you stand wordlessly in front of him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt.

You've dreamt of this day for a while and now that it's here, this is so far from how you ever imagined telling him, but you can't keep it to yourself; you'll surely burst if you try.

"I'm pregnant." You watch Jay anxiously as the realization of your words hit. A large, but cautious smile fills his face. There's hope reflecting in his light eyes.

"Are you sure?"

You nod. Suddenly you feel his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. He kisses the top of your head. Then your cheek, followed by your other cheek. He pecks your lips. His excitement seems to grow with every kiss.

"A baby, y/n," Jay stops to look at you. "We're having a baby." Gingerly he places a hand on your tummy, though there's no physical signs of life growing inside of you just yet. "My baby's in there."

"Our baby," you gently correct as you smile up at the soon to be father.

I remember when I first heard your heartbeat It had only been eight weeks Standing there, starin' at that screen Was the first time you ever scared me

"I'm here! I'm here! What'd I miss?" A very manic Jay bursts into your exam room where you're having your first ultrasound.

Your tech looks at you bemused. "This must be the father?"

You nod. "That’s my husband." You refrain from laughing, because as crazy as Jay appears right now, the worry he missed something is both evident and adorable. You reassure him that nothing has happened yet.

He relaxes and takes a seat near your table and the screen. 

Warm gel is applied to your exposed abdomen and within a few seconds the fast thump thump thump fills the otherwise quiet room. You and Jay lock eyes. 

"That’s your baby's heartbeat," the tech reassures you both. 

"It sounds like galloping horses," you murmur, already in love with the sound.

"It's so fast," comments Jay, clearly concerned. "Is that normal?"

"Yep. It's exactly what you want to hear and is measuring great." Jay lets out an audible breath relieved. Your tech continues with the ultrasound, captures images and measurements, confirms you're growing only one baby, gives you an estimated due date, before finally concluding. A few images have been printed off for you two to take home. The tech leaves the room for you to dress. When you're done, you can't help but notice Jay still staring at the ultrasound pictures. A smile is on his face.

I hope you look just like your momma And love her like I do

"I just really want a milkshake if you don't mind," you say, a hand resting on your growing belly. "And maybe a steak please? With a baked sweet potato for the side." You grin sheepishly. 

Jay only chuckles as he continues to rub your bare feet. "Are we going out, or…?"

You groan. "I'm just so tired.'

He laughs again. "Not a problem, babe. I'll go bring it home." He lifts your feet from his lap to stand.

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doctor, doctor - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n takes it into her own hands to look after a sick jay 

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i think this is one of my fav things i’ve ever written, i would really appreciate some feedback and p.s the beginning of it is based on that scene from brooklyn 99 :)

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“okay, it’s 10 o’clock, meaning halstead is officially an hour late to work,” y/n announced as she appeared from the break room with a mug of poorly made coffee. looking around, she had immediately distracted everyone in the room with her playful smile. “okay let’s do this, theories!” she encouraged, taking a sip with excitement, but immediately regretting it as s he spat it back in the mug and abandoned it on adam’s desk as she leant against it.

“uh, he forgot to set his alarm?” antonio suggested, willing to play along with the little game that y/n had created. however clearly his answer didn’t suffice as y/n scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disappointment.

“you are a detective in a unit that just last week rescued 5 people kidnapped and used as chess pieces in a human sized version of the game and the best you could come up with is he forgot to set his alarm? pfft, disappointing, dawson. who’s willing to take this seriously?” she scoffed, brushing his idea off with a simple roll of the eyes as the group laughed at her ridiculousness. 

“maybe he has been murdered by a gang looking for revenge.” adam piped up, earning a sudden and rather forceful slap on the back as y/n cheered. her eyes looking over at antonio as she gestured towards the less experienced detective.

“yes, that’s what i’m talking about. bit dark, ruzek, but better than dawson’s,” y/n hummed, adam clearly pleased with the praise he had received by the pretty detective. “any one else wanna shot?” she offered it out into the room, suddenly the sound of rolling wheels on the chair had everyone turn to face al who was munching on a ham sandwich.

“he walked into the middle of a drug ring, slept with the kingpins daughter and is now having limbs removed, one by the hour.” suddenly an eery silence fell in the bullpen as al suddenly disappeared back to his desk and everyone was left with an image that she was sure was burned on the inside of everyones mind.

“uh, okay, someone might want to arrange a psych check for olinsky asap,” y/n mumbled, pointing in the direction where he had once been and looking around as if checking that she hadn’t been the only one to hear al’s suggestion. “anyways, all of you are wrong. clearly he has joined a motorbike gang and now makes his money on the road striking off names on the government’s hit list.” 

just as the room erupted into discussion about how idiotic this conversation was, as well as their ideas, the sound of footsteps caught y/n’s attention as she arrived at her desk. however as he reached the floor, the reason for his absence was clear.

“woah, you look like death.” adam chuckled, it immediately being silenced as jay sent a deadly glare his way. with his skin paler than normal with undertones of green, a layer of sweat draped over his forehead. jay flashed as smile at y/n as he passed, reaching his desk and collapsing on his chair with a wince. 

as everyone went back to what they were doing, y/n found herself straying her eyes away from her computer screen for longer and longer periods of time until she found herself by his side with a sickly sweet grin, pun intended. 

“i don’t wanna hear it, y/l/n.” jay mumbled, massaging his temples with his fingers hoping it would somehow sooth his pounding skull. whilst usually he had every minute of his day just to hear the woman chat away about whatever crossed her mind, he had found himself in quite the state since last night, leaving him restless and irritable.

“believe it or not, i just wanted to make sure you were alright,” y/n’s entire demeanour crumbled as she melted at the soft features of his face that came with being so vulnerable. but from the look in jay’s eyes, it was clear he didn’t 100% believe her excuse. “and to ask what the hell you think you are doing here? you are sick jay, you need to rest.” 

it was very rare that jay found himself ill. in the years that y/n had been working by the man’s side, she could count on one hand the times she had seen him with so much as a cough. in fact she had called him captain immune system for a period of time when she realised he was pretty much indestructible. y/n couldn’t deny the concern bubbling in her gut seeing him so weak.

“i’m fine,” with her eyes slitted in a look that practically shouted ‘bullshit’, jay continued. “i promise, it’s just a little cold. nothing serious, i think i’ll survive.” he joked dryly, finding it incredibly hard to look away from y/n for her eyes were filled with a warmth that he knew was an expression usually saved for those she cared deeply about. 

“yeah well, you need to take care of yourself, jay, i’m being serious. chicago can cope if you just have one day off, get your energy back.” 

y/n was reminded of the times she had the exact same words spoken to her by the exact person that didn’t seem to want to take them onboard. every time she had so much as a sniffle he would be straight over with some soup that his mother used to swear by and the name of a box set that he would put on for the two of them to watch as he sat stroking her hair in order to try and convince her body to rest. neither of them had anyone else to take care of them, so had taken it upon themselves to be that person for the other. 

“now, i’m gonna go tell voight that i’m taking you home before you infect this whole office.” before he could object, she had already ran (not literally but jay was impressed by her speed walking) to her boss’ office. knocking on the door, with a sweet smile and a sea of words running off her tongue so quickly that voight had to agree just to shut her up, y/n returned by his side. “come on, germ face, your carriage awaits.” 

“you know i love it when you talk dirty to me, y/l/n.” winking at her, y/n giggled as she supported him back down the stairs and out of the station. the two chatted away, y/n explaining how she thought al was secretly a sociopath and jay filing her in on the newest instalment of his apartment block drama until they pulled up in front of jay’s apartment building. 

as they walked through the door, jay’s arm resting around y/n’s shoulders as he struggled to find strength, they managed to reach the sofa before y/n’s body gave up. both of them letting out large breathes before looking at each other and falling into laughter. 

“you hungry, i could try making your mom’s soup?” y/n asked, as she pushed herself up to look down at the man. her hair falling down around her face and tickling jay’s skin. “i’m sure it won’t be as good as her’s but i’m willing to give it a try.” 

the way she was sat with the large window gleaming light behind her, y/n almost looked like an angel. her eyes and smile were wide, with her beauty wrapping its hands around jay’s neck squeezing until his head felt light and he nearly reached up to touch her porcelain skin. but jay had noticed the sensation way before he was blocked up with a cold.

“yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” jay agreed with a minimal amount of sass, but y/n didn’t seem to notice as she moved off the cushions and towards the kitchen. she had pretty much memorised the recipe when jay had finally given it to her on her birthday after offering to pay for it multiple times. whizzing around the kitchen, she was too busy to notice the tired eyes admiring her from afar. 

jay wished his mom was alive to see the woman that she would have loved. all the times he had brought girls back to his family when he was younger didn’t add up to an ounce of the beauty and power that y/n held in her middle finger. the way she bit back at his wit, but also had the ability to spot when he was upset from the other side of the city. she was everything her mother wanted in a daughter in law, everything she wanted for her little boy. 

“okay, give me your honest opinion. i can take it i promise.” y/n sudden appeared with a tray that held a large bowl of the semi-thick orange liquid, a glass of water and a couple pills. approaching jay, she carefully helped him up from where he laid and placed it onto his lap. “actually that was a complete lie, do not tell me the truth. i may just cry.” 

“why thank you, nurse y/l/n.” he teased.

“it’s doctor actually.” she quipped back.

jay chuckled lowly, as he grabbed the spoon and took a large spoonful to his mouth. feeling the slight sting of his tongue at the heat, it was only when the flavours hit that he was suddenly transported to an earlier time in his life. a simpler time. only this time there was y/n by his side. 

“the verdict?” she prompted, taking a seat besides him, pulling her knees up to her chest. 

“not sure whether i want to tell you, don’t think you’ll fit in this room if your ego grows any bigger.” y/n grinned as she leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder. jay closed his eyes at the contact, feeling the ache in his body freeze for a moment as it registered the tingling sensation. “all jokes aside, it really is good.” 

“i’m glad, your mother was a smart woman.” she nodded, leaning forward to turn tv on. jay continued to spoon the soup into his mouth, as y/n chose a show that they both had started together and had refused to watch another minute without the other. y/n leaned back making herself comfortable, having already texted voight telling him that she would most likely need the entire day off, and getting the go ahead, she had no plans other than being by jay’s side for the next however many hours. 

it was sometime in the early evening and the tv continued to emit light, but neither jay nor y/n was paying any attention to the drama. jay, with his head on y/n lap, was leaning into her touch as her short, thin fingers ran through the dark strands that sprouted from his scalp. his body wrapped in a blanket that y/n had grabbed from his room, he felt completely at peace. 

“you know what, i think you are more bearable when you are at death’s door.” y/n joked quietly, as the forest green eyes were exposed back to her own. jay groaned in annoyance, realising that there was no sweet y/n without the sharped tongue y/n. a trait he adored, but at his own expense. 

“and to think i was starting to think you had gone soft on me, y/l/n.” he hummed, wishing he could forever have her giggle on repeat wherever he went, for the sound made goosebumps run down his neck and down his arms, like some kind of magic that only y/n possessed. 

“as much as i love you, i can’t risk my bad ass reputation for you.” 

although jay was sure it was just part of her banter, the moment the ‘i love you’ fell off her tongue, he found himself wide awake, unable to push past the feeling in his gut as it looped over again and again in his mind. y/n could see the conflict in his face, as he glanced up at her with something she had never noticed before. 

“you mean it?” he asked. 

“mean what?” confused, her fingers fell from his hair, making jay regret ever opening his mouth.

“do you really, you know, love me?” he knew he had committed too far to try and retreat. maybe he could blame it on the fact he couldn’t think straight, although she was like a lie detector that wouldn’t let such a bogus excuse pass. y/n blinked down at him, watching as he sat up to look at her with a hunger that needed to be addressed. swallowing the lump in her throat, y/n nodded.

“of course, you are one of my best friends, jay.” it was true, but it wasn’t the full truth, both of them knew that.

“i didn’t realise we had started lying to one another,” jay’s eyes were soft, as he reached to place his hand against her cheek, smiling as she slowly leaned into it. closing her eyes, she tried to find what direction she was looking for, but didn’t dare take the first step. without even thinking, jay jutted forward and captured her lips before they could form a single syllable. 

gently, but passionately, jay and y/n moved their lips against the others. the feeling was ever-growing as the kiss deepened and deepened until they had no choice to pull back, deprived of their ability to breath. as jay’s eyes came back into view, y/n, for the first time in her life, had lost the ability to form a sentence. 

“we just...” she began but it ran off quickly. jay chuckled.

“we did.”

the two sat in silence, examining the other one’s face until y/n found herself moving forward until she was sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she pressed her lips against his. just like before their bodies and minds were set ablaze with desire and what had remained unspoken for what felt like forever. jay had nearly completely forgotten about the illness that had put him in the care of the woman that he craved more than anything else the world had to offer. 

as their lips parted ways, suddenly the air had thinned and everything felt... normal. jay’s lips were unable to break out of the large grin mould that y/n had put them in, which was soon mirrored by the young woman. a small giggle escaping her lips.

“if i get whatever it is you have, i expect the exact same treatment.” 

“only for you, doctor y/l/n.”

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Ignoring the problems will not make them go away."

Antonio reminds you as you sit across from him at a table in Molly's fingers toying with the label on your beer bottle.

"How do you know I'm not in deep contemplation?" You asked him. He leaned forward so that his elbows came to rest upon the surface of the table.

"Because I know you." He told you, pointing his beer bottle in your direction. "And I know you can't let this go."

You met his stare head on, as that anger rose once again deep down inside of you. You thought of the bruises on Rosa's skin, the frightened look on her eyes when her husband put his hand on her shoulder, his palm practically engulfing the back of her neck.

"Can you?" You challenged him. "Knowing what he's going to do to her, knowing that the next call will probably be to the morgue."

Antonio set his beer bottle down before pinning you under his furious gaze.

"You know I fucking can't." He told you, the silver wedding band on his finger glinting in the light. "She's your sister, that makes her my family too."

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I need her so bad Sometimes I feel like I can taste it - with Toni? Also

Fuck, Antonio couldn't get enough of you. The taste of that sweet honey on his lips as he gripped your thighs and buried his tongue deep inside you.

You cursed above him and he smiled because he had you at his mercy. Your hands bound behind your back as you sat on his face, those deviant little whimpers emitting from the ball gag he'd thrust between those gorgeous pert lips.

His stubble rubbed across your inner thigh, you whined at the caress of it against your over sensitive skin as Antonio looked up at you.

"I know you've got another in you."

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From this list... "where did these bruises come from?" with Antonio❤️

“Where did these bruises come from?” Antonio asked innocently as his lips brushed over the curve of your shoulder blade. His fingertips came to rest over the slender markings, lining up perfectly as his teeth grazed your skin. You reached back, your hand threading through his hair.

“You know exactly where they came from Detective Dawson.” You breathed, his chest pressing against your back.

You had spent the night tangled up in one another. Antonio’s hands roving your body as he elicited the filthiest sounds from your throat. When he loved you, it was with a passion that burned like a raging fire.

“Mine.” He had whispered as he fucked you from behind, his fingers gripping your hips. He’d made you come three times last night, two with his mouth and then the final time around his cock.

“You got me all riled up.” He teased you, his breath ghosting in your ear. “Wearing that dress and no underwear. Just thinking about it has got me hard again.”

“Your insatiable.” You told him, your head tipping back into the crook of his neck as his clever fingers sought out the space between your legs.

“Oh baby.” He murmured into your ear. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.

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5 or more with "I... thought I lost you..." and Antonio please?

There was blood, so much of it, that's what Antonio remembered when he sat in his own curtained off area. He'd washed his hands but there were still specks of it engrained into the creases of his skin. He wanted to be with you in but Connor had shooed him out, forcing April to escort him into another examination area so that he could be treated for shock. His body had been trembling when they got you onto the bed, you had been awake and alert but Antonio still worried. He'd seen the force with which the knife had been driven into you, the spatter across the pavement as the perp had torn it out.

Now he sat on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding against his ribs. He thought of all the things he hadn't said, he thought of the night before when he'd kissed you goodnight, the sweet heat of your lips on his as his hands clasped your face. This thing between the two of you was new but he wanted more, he had since the moment he'd met you. However he hadn't wanted to rush you, didn't want you to be overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

"Toni." The sound of his name drew this attention to you as you stood before him still clad in bloodstained jeans and vest you had been wearing underneath your blouse. Connor had asked April to dispose of it because it was ruined.

Your face looked sallow, exhaustion settling in, he could see the white pad peeking out in the sliver of space between your clothes.

Antonio was on his feet in an instant. His thumb brushed over the apple of your cheek before his forehead came to rest upon yours.

"I thought..." he swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his throat, his voice choked as he continued. "I thought I was going to lose you."

You tilted your head slightly, your lips brushing over his tenderly.

"Oh Toni, it would take more than a scratch to make me leave your side."

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Mine: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Rated M for smut

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You hadn’t expected Severide to run his mouth. It had been a one-night stand when you’d first transferred to Chicago after a messy divorce five years ago. Two lonely hearts finding each other in the midst of the turbulence and carving out a shallow connection, it had been over and done with.  You’d seen him since but the two of you moved in different orbits and you were glad for it. It was in Molly’s one night he brought up the headboard. He’d had a little too much to drink and was proclaiming you owed him one since you’d broken his headboard that time.

It was long in the past but the idea of another man’s hands on you especially Severide’s drove Antonio crazy. He was pissed that the other man had brought it up in the first place. He knew about the one-night stand, knew that there were no feelings there at least not on your side but that savage urge to claim you vibrated through him. The thought of Severide’s hands on you made him want to spend the night tangled up in you, kissing you, reminding you who you belonged to.  

He was quiet on the drive home, his dark eyes glinting in the light from the streetlamp. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way the skin stretched white over his knuckles as he grasped the steering wheel. His right hand deviated from the gear stick, instead coming to rest upon your knee. His thumb smoothed over the indentation as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your dress, pushing it higher.

“I hate the thought of his hands on you.” Antonio told you, bunching the fabric tightly in his hand so that the lace began to tear. “I hate the thought of him kissing you, fucking you.”

“Toni.” You said, your fingers entwined with his before you guided his hand between your legs. “You’re the only man I want, the only one that has ever made me feel like I’m worth something.”

He inclined his head towards you.

“Baby, you mean everything to me.” He told you, his fingertip grazing over your moist core through the cotton of your panties. You were soaking already, the material sticking to the outline of your clit as his finger traced over it slowly.

“Show me.” You breathed. “Show me that I belong to you.”

You don’t make it home. You end up in the empty carpark of a movie theatre, in the backseat of the car. Your panties are long gone, tossed God knows where. Antonio drew you into his lap, his hand gripping your jaw guiding your mouth back to his. His kisses are searing, each one sending a blaze of heat pulsing through you, chasing away every single one of your thoughts. When he entered you it’s with slow intentional thrusts, giving you just a little bit more each time. You want it all, you crave the way he fills you, the noise he makes when he’s finally seated deep inside of you. You whine as he teases you and he smiles, because he knows, how needy he makes you, how desperate. “Mine.” He whispered, his teeth grazing the curve of your throat. “All fucking mine.”

He fucked you like a man possessed, with roaming hands and a pace that’s unrelenting. He hit that devious little spot inside of you, the one that made you fucking sing every time. He listened to the pitch of your whimpers, drawing out each and every stroke until he heard your breath become ragged and that feral noise emit from your throat.

“Tell me, I’m the only one.” He snarled, his hand in your hair, winding it tightly around his fist as he forced you to look into his furious black eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one that’s ever fucked you this good.”

“Toni, there’s no one else that has made me feel the way you do, no one else I love more than you. No one else who can fuck like me this.” You uttered, your fingers carding through his hair. His hands came to rest upon your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He growled against your skin. “Gonna squeeze my dick so tight that I cum inside of you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck Toni.” You breathed, pink flushing across your cheeks. “I need it. I need you.”

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, his hand coming to rest on your throat. His dark eyes were on yours as he squeezed just a little, your pulse thrumming underneath the pad of his thumb. You exhaled, that savage smile spreading across your lips as the ecstasy exploded through your synapses like a firework. A haze of pleasure, noise and colour erupted inside of you as you came. The orgasm hit Antonio like a freight train, ploughing through his senses as he spilled himself deep inside. Fuck he loved this, loved you, loved the feel of himself leaking out of you.

“I love you; you know that right?” he murmured, his thumb trailing over the shape of your lips.

“Yea Toni,” you whispered. “I do.”

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Can you make the number 16. "You say that you love me, You won't remember in the morning" with Antonio Dawson ? Please ?

"You say that you love me, You won't remember in the morning"

Antonio’s hands were in your hair, his lips ghosting over the line of your jaw as he moved in slow, powerful thrusts fucking up into you. His arm wrapped around your waist, clasping you close so he could hit a deeper angle. You moaned his name, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“Fuck baby.” He whispered against your skin. “I love you; I love you so much.”

He wouldn’t remember in the morning, you knew that. He never did, the two of you always hooked up after a late night in Molly’s and it always ended up like this. With pretty words and eager hands.

His palm clasped your jaw, tilting your face so that you were staring so deeply into his eyes that you thought you could see the universe in them, the stars, the moon and everything in between.

“I mean it baby.” He told you. “Look at me and see how much I mean it.”

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