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Gossip and Glances
Request: Oh wait !
How about a little sequel to the previous Antonio imagine where they arrive together in the office and also during the day everyone makes conclusions about the marks on your neck or how Tonio hisses when he leans back on his chair due to the scratches? 🤭🤭 you also don't need to do this, it was just a little funny thinking in my head 😊
Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader
Warnings: mentioned smut, fluff
Masterlist
Prolog: From Colleagues to Lovers
Sequel: Gossip and Glances
Third Installment: Flirting with Risk
The next morning you both woke up together and when you two looked at each other both of you couldn’t help but smile. You both had sweet passionate sex and finally confessed your feelings for one another and you couldn’t be happier. Now that you all had officially confessed and officially became a couple. As you were laying there looking at each other and enjoying the moment the sudden realization of having to go to work you both were like a freight train. You sighed and he looked at you. “Is there something wrong?” He asked as he put a piece of untamed hair behind your ear.
“We have to start getting ready for work.” You said and he nodded but then you remembered that you didn’t have any of your clothing here and that made your face fall, Antonio noticed this.
“What’s up with the frown?” He asked
“I don’t have any of my clothing here or necessities here.” You said and he chuckled.
“I’m sure we can make something work. I also have an extra toothbrush.” He said and then as much as you didn’t want to you both rolled out of bed. It was a good thing you didn’t wear any makeup. As Antonio stood up you looked at his back and giggled and that made him turn around with a raised eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” He asked you.
“I really did a number on your back.” You said and he went into the bathroom and you followed him. He looked into the mirror and shook his head.
“These just show that I made you feel good and I will wear them proudly.” He said turning around and kissing you and then you got your reflection in the mirror and saw the deep bruising on your neck and gasped, you pulled away from him.
“How am I supposed to cover these up?” You asked him and he shook his head and came up behind you wrapping his arms around you.
“Don’t. It shows that you’re mine and only mine.” He said and you shook your head.
“Antonio.” You said in a warning tone and he looked at you.
“One of the girls might have something to cover them up so you don’t get in trouble.” He said and you nodded. You both got ready for work and this included a shower which you could hear him hiss as the water touched the marks going down his back and that just made you smirk. When it came down to clothing you grabbed one of his shirts and made it work and then threw on your jeans and tucked the shirt into it creating a cute and decent outfit if you must say.
You both ate a little bit of something and then you both were on your way to work. You had also opted for one of his hoodies that was just big enough that it was comfortable. The drive to work was a comfortable silence and he held your hand over the center console. When you arrived at the precinct, he parked right next to your car that was still sitting there. Having to grab something from it you both were heading inside afterwards. As you both walked hand in hand into the building, Trudy looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Antonio just smirked and you hang your head smiling and a blush creeping up on you. She didn’t say a word but you could tell she was thinking by the smirk on her face.
You thought you were in the clear when you didn’t see anyone in the bullpen but you luck had run out when everyone started to filter in from different places one by one. Everyone greeted each other and when Adam went to pat Antonio on the back he hissed and tensed up. Adam, thinking something he did wrong, pulled back and raised his hands “You ok man? It wasn’t that hard of a pat.” He said and Antonio shook his head.
“No, it wasn’t your pat.” He said not wanting to out your relationship quite yet. He said and your face heated up and you wouldn’t look anyone in the eye. “Let’s get to work. Yeah?” He asked as you both scurried away to your desks, thankfully his sweatshirt was covering up your hickeys and they hadn't noticed you wearing his clothing.
It wasn’t a very busy day, just a lot of paperwork that had to be filled out and occasionally everyone would hear Atonio hiss out or grunt in pain and it was concerning a lot of your coworkers. Each time your face would become beat red and you would bury your head into you work. It was starting to get a little warm so you took his hoodie off without thinking and then you heard a gasp and you looked up at Kevin. “Did you get in a fight with an octopus?” He asked and that had everyone coming over to look at you, especially the girls.
“No, Kevin. I just had a very fun eventful night.” You said and then Erin spoke up.
“I bet you did with your neck looking like that. Is that Antonio’s shirt?” She asked and you looked down.
“Is it?” You asked and then Jay was coming over to inspect it.
“That is totally his shirt.” Jay said and you were quiet and so was Antonio. He sat back into his chair and let out a painful hiss and everyone looked at him and they were slowly putting the dots together.
“Wait….” Kim said and everyone looked up at her “Did you two finally confess and sleep together?” She asked and you both kept quiet. You looked at him and they caught that.
“OMG! You did!” Erin said loud enough for everyone in the building to hear.
“Shhhhhhh.” You and Antonio said at the same time. “Keep your voice down.” You both said at the same time again.
“Oh, you’re going to tell us more while Erin and I help you cover this up before Hank sees.” Kim said and grabbed your hand and you 3 girls headed into the locker room. You and Antonio looked at each other and it was a silent cry for help but you both knew you both weren’t going to get out of this so you both let it happen. The boys circled Antonio and the telling began just as the girls sat you down on the bench in the locker room and began the operation of covering up the hickeys.
“How was it?” Erin asked and you smirked and blushed.
“It was great and perfect. He was gentle and the sex was great. I really love him.” You said and they squealed. You told them more but all you could think about was about how Antonio was getting grilled and questioned.
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“How was she?” Kevin asked and was met with a hit to the chest and an ‘oof’ was heard from him.
“She was great. I really love her. Those nails of hers can do some damage but it felt great.” He said with a smile thinking of how your night went.
“Man, if she’s leaving scratches down your back that is making you hiss then you’re doing something right.” Adam said and Jay nodded in agreement.
This went on for about 20 minutes until you were walking about out a shade of red and he got up and met you before walking into the bullpen and he grabbed your face and kissed you and you returned it. Oh, yea you love this man with all your heart and he felt the same way. You were both glad you went from colleagues to lovers. In your mind and his you both were the best thing to happen to each other.
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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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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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Hello beautiful, just wanted to thank for writing stories and giving us reader some of your time. I don't know if you are open for requests but I give it a try. 🤍🙏 I'm in desperate need of a voightx reader fic, angsty hurt and comfort and fluff. Maybe you like my idea or get some inspiration to write something similar.
The reader is working with intelligence and Voight is instantly taken aback by her appearance. She is also attracted to Hank. But they keep their feelings for each other hidden. One night the goes out for drinks and in their tipsy state the reader and Hank make out.... The next day Voight is giving her the silent treatment and is also cold and unfriendly to her, just ignoring the fact they kissed. His unfair behavior goes on for days until she gets him to talk to her, telling her that is was was mistake and she should move on leaves her feeling more hurt and heartbreak than ever. The situation is also taking a physically toll on her, with no appetite and her deathly sick appearance the team instantly worries.
We all know Voight would think he can't give her what she needs or be good enough fir this kind and beautiful girl.
Later on there's a guy hitting on her and Voight pushes her to date the stranger (secretly dying from jealousy, but believing another man can give her all she needs). The date ends catastrophic when she realizes that the guy drugged her, secretly and in panic she calls voight in her dizzy and weakening state and manages to tell him the bar they're currently. Not able to defend herself in her drugged state the guy is able to drag her to his car in the parking lot. She's struggling and fighting for her life, he gets frustrated and beat her up..... Voight comes just in time and keeps the guy from kidnapping her. Nearly conscious and beaten Hank takes her to his house to attend her injuries and to take care of her. Some fluffy end in which he admits his feelings for her... 🤍🙏
Currently I am sucker for caretaker fics, with sick and hurt reader. The intelligence team would be soo cute taking care and at a Hank Voight who hides his feelings and worries for the girl just get me 😍
I am soooo sorry for this long request, but I have this idea in my head since forever and I just needed it to share, in desperate hope a talented writer might create a good story. Don't hesitate to tell me if this sucks.
Lot's of love 🤍
Eat the World Raw
Authors Notes: This is an anon request, of super protective yet jealous Voight. I hope I have done your request justice anon, my apologies for the serious delay on this I have a hideously busy job these days and I find it hard to find writing time.
Summary: Reader is a new starter on the Intelligence Unit, and is instantly taken with Voight. After sharing a drunken moment, Voight pushes reader away. But a panicked phone call changes everything.
Warnings: Mentions of drink spiking and assault. Angst and fluff too. If you feel there should be any other warnings, please do let me know.
Gif by: @shelby-love
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"Hey Boss, the new recruit is here." Antonio called out to Voight, as he walked you to your new desk. Dropping your bag to the side, you pulled off your coat.
"Thank you Detective, I appreciate your help." Smiling, Antonio nodded his head,
"Call me Tonio, everyone else does. Come on, we can get you some coffee, you're gonna need it." Nodding, you followed him to the break room. Tonio gave you the rundown of the most recent case the team was working on. A gang was currently running drugs through the city, and the intelligence unit was still unsure of how they were managing to go undetected.
"Wow... that sounds like a lot. You know, I worked a case once where a gang was using the postal service to distribute their drugs. The leaders brother used to work for them, and kept a master mailbox key." Antonio looked surprised,
"Huh... that... could actually be plausible."
"'TONIO!" Whipping his head round, he watched as Voight stalked in, a deep frown on his face.
"I thought you said the new starter was... here..." His voice trailed off as his gaze focused on you. You felt your breath leave you, as though you had been gut punched. You'd been told a lot about Voight, had been told what a hardass he was. Never taking no for an answer, scaring off more teammates and pissing off coworkers more than anyone else in the CPD. What you wasn't prepared for, was for how handsome he was. Yes, he was at least twenty years older than you but you couldn't help yourself, you let your eyes roam over him. From his boots, all the way to the black button down shirt with a black leather jacket over the top.
Clearing his throat, Antonio stepped forward.
"Boss this is (Y/N). I've already brought her up to speed with the case, and she's actually given a decent idea of how the drugs could be being moved around the city." Antonio frowned, looking at Voight, and then to you.
"Boss?"
"Huh... yeah?" Clearing his throat, Voight gave a tight smile and held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you (Y/N), glad you're all caught up." Averting his gaze, he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh... Tonio, I need you to run down a lead. It's the one that Ruzek brought us yesterday, take the newbie." Looking back up at you, he gave a small smile and quickly turned around heading back to his office.
"Um... he seems... intense." Your voice sounded shaky. You quickly took a large gulp of coffee, wincing as it scolded your throat.
"Yeah he um... I think he's a bit stressed right now." Tonio frowned, then quickly smiled.
"Okay, let's go." Striding back out, you grabbed your coat and badge. Risking a quick glance behind you, you saw Voight in his office watching you.
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The case took a nasty turn. The gang that was peddling drugs, seemed to have looped kids into their dealings. Picking the weak and neglected kids whose parents wouldn't give a shit as to their whereabouts. You kept your head down, working hard and not getting underfoot. Learning the ways and methods the team worked, but you could start to feel the pressure of this case sinking into your bones. You felt angry that innocent kids were being used, and made to believe that they were cared for. You rubbed your face, the night had settled around you causing the light from your screen to become harsh to your eyes.
"Hey (Y/N), it's late. Come on, we're all going for a drink." Glancing up, Halstead smiled from his desk as everyone else pulled on their coats, shutting down their computers. huffing out a sigh your stretched.
"Yeah sure... okay sounds good."
You all headed to Molly's, grabbing a booth in the back you sat and powered through a few beers. As the mood lightened, jokes started to fly around along with casual conversation. Soon you found yourself laughing at Ruzek and his ridiculous stories.
"There room for one more?" Glancing behind you, you found Voight staring down at you intently. Swallowing hard, you nodded and shifted your chair over.
"Sure thing Boss." Voight grabbed a chair and sat next to you.
"Thanks, and when we're not on shift, you can call me Hank." Smiling, you took a sip of your drink. Feeling more confident, mainly because of the ten or so beers flowing through you, you leant in closer to Voight.
"Thanks. So... Hank... how has your day been?" Smiling, Hank watched you for a moment, then lent in further.
"Well it has been busy... but I think we are making good progress, and the drinks are certainly helping right now." With that he took a large gulp of bourbon, causing a colour to rise in his cheeks.
The night continued, with the team drinking and laughing. The more you drank, you found yourself relaxing into your seat which incidentally lead to you leaning further into Hank. You enjoyed the warmth that came from him, the smell of his cologne, the deep laugh that vibrated out of his chest. You tried not to squirm as you felt yourself becoming flushed with excitement.
"Okay guys... I need to get to bed. I'd like it to be at least a month before I drunkenly embarrass myself. " The others laughed and jeered, trying to persuade you to stay as you pulled on your coat.
"I'm gonna head off too, (Y/N) I'll walk you out." Waving bye to everyone, you headed to the door, your mind racing at the thought of Hank being so close behind you. Rummaging in your bag you found your phone, pulling up a taxi app.
"How you getting home?" Looking up, you smiled and showed him your phone.
"I was going to get a cab."
"Ah, don't worry about that I'll give you a ride. Come on."
"Oh you don't have to..."
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. It's late and I can at least know you're safe." Dropping your phone back into your bag, you pulled your jacket closer around you.
"Then lead the way Boss." Smirking at him, as he raised an eyebrow, he lead you across the street to his truck. Climbing in, you sank into a soft leather chair. The air was heavy with Hanks smell, and coffee.
"So... where do you live?" Shutting the door behind him, Hank started the truck and turned on the heater. Giving him your address, you pulled your seatbelt on. The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Hank maneuvered the truck smoothly through the light city traffic, occasionally asking you questions about your previous jobs. Before you knew it, you were outside your house. Stopping the truck, he placed his arm behind your chair, quietly watching you.
"Thank you, Voight. I appreciate the lift."
"You're welcome sweethear'." You felt a heat creep over your face at the endearment. You dropped your gaze not wanting him to see.
"Well um... goodnight. I..." Before you could finish your sentence, Hank had tilted your face up, his hand remaining under your jaw.
"Just... a taste." You blinked and felt as his lips pressed against yours. Moaning quietly, you reached your hand up grazing the back of his neck. Pulling him in closer to you. You're not sure at what point it happened, but you ended up pulled into Hanks lap, slowly kissing him for what felt like hours. Humming quietly, he pressed his head against yours.
"I um... I should probably go. I need to be fresh for tomorrow... I don't want my boss to get pissed at me." Smiling, Hank let you shift out of his lap and into the passenger seat again.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bright and early boss." Climbing out you headed into your house, Hank remaining outside until you had locked your front door. Hank rubbed his face and pulled his truck out onto the main road. What the fuck had he done.
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The next morning Hank got to the office bright and early. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone. This case was starting to piss him off, and he didn't want to fuck around chasing any more dead beat leads. He noticed as the rest of the team trickled in, all of them having a haggard look that suggested they'd all drunk a bit too much last night. He noticed how you watched him through the blinds of his office, like you was waiting for him to call you in for a chat. He probably should talk to you, but he just couldn't do it right now. He was too pissed at himself to even consider having a civilised conversation.
He made sure he kept busy for the rest of the day, he didn't want to speak to anyone unless needed. He chased down lead after lead until he managed to find one that was promising. After ten hours, and a painful conversation with a local informant, Voight managed to track the ring leader down and haul him and his gang into lockup. He left Antonio and Burgess shutting down the lab, and bagging up evidence.
"(Y/N), with me." nodding quickly, you followed Voight out into the stations car park.
"I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have kissed you."
"I didn't mind Hank, I actually enjoyed..."
"No... it won't be happening again. I am too old for you, and I won't be able to give you anything that you want. So it's best to just... forget about it okay." It killed him to see the pain and hurt in your eyes.
"Hank I..."
"It was a mistake (Y/N), okay?" He didn't meant to raise his voice, but he saw the anger building in you.
"Not a problem Boss, I've already forgotten." Watching you march back into the building, he groaned inwardly, kicking himself for his tactless approach.
For the next few weeks, Voight watched as you worked alongside the team, effortlessly working leads and solving case after case. He couldn't stand how pale you had become, how when everyone else had lunch you seemed to find a reason not to eat with them.
"(Y/N), eat something will you. I don't want you passing out on shift." Whipping your head round, you glared at Voight as he stalked past you. Grinding your teeth, you forced yourself to answer.
"Sir." Grabbing your coat, you nodded to 'Tonio.
"I'm heading out for some food, want anything?" 'Tonio shook his head,
"Na I'm good, thanks (Y/N)." Nodding, you headed out.
You didn't realise how hungry you were until you were half way through a footlong sub from the local deli. Your stomach ached in protest and delight at the amount of food you were consuming. You couldn't help but think about how Voight had kissed you that night, it had felt glorious. You hadn't dated anyone for a few years, hadn't really had the time. You'd enjoyed your job too much. But when Voight had kissed you, you felt a new rush, a new thrill. Then the fucker had ditched you.
"Asshole." Throwing your rubbish in the bin, you headed back into the office. Taking the stairs two at a time, you wasn't focused on the people around you and you slammed into someone.
"Shit... I'm sorry I wasn't watching." Glancing up you found a guy in front of you smiling.
"(Y/N)! Christ I haven't seen you in years." Focusing on the face attached to the voice, you saw it was Jacob. A guy you had gone through the academy with. Huffing out a breath, you gave a wane smile.
"Hey, Jacob. How you doing?" Nodding, he grinned, stepping closer to you.
"Yeah I'm good thanks, I'm working over with homicide now."
"Sweet." You shifted your gaze, looking up to where you wanted to go. He glanced behind you, eyes going wide.
"Are you... you up in Intelligence?"
"uh-huh."
"Holy shit that is amazing, I've heard Voight is a right hardass... is that true?"
"I can be when pushed." Jacobs eyes widened as he spun round.
"Um... sorry Sir, I didn't mean anything by it." Smirking Voight clapped him on the shoulder,
"Don't sweat it. (Y/N), when you're ready we've got a lead to run down." Turning, Voight headed up the stairs to the rest of the team.
"I should head up." Moving to follow Voight, Jacob caught your arm.
"Hey do you fancy grabbing a drink tonight, after work?" Glancing up the stairs you saw Voight had slowed down, probably trying to over hear your conversation.
"Um... yeah I'll uh... I'll let you know. Big case, not sure what time I'll be finished."
"Yeah... yeah okay sounds good." Heading up the stairs, you caught Voights eye.
"Hey... you dating that guy?" Frowning, you glanced up at him.
"I... no I went through the academy with him. He just asked if I wanted to meet for a drink."
"Hmm... you should go. You're a young woman, you should get out from behind the desk." Watching him closely, you leaned in looking for any hint of a joke.
"You... okay sure, why not." Turning on your heel you marched into the office heading straight to your desk to phone Jacob. If Voight insisted you go, then you'll go. If only you'd turned round, you'd have seen the fury burning in his eyes.
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Checking your reflection, you smiled. You'd picked your best emerald green dress, it dipped low at the front and hugged at your hips just right. You felt good for the first time in a while.
"Forget Voight." Grabbing your coat and bag, you headed out the door.
You found Jacob at the bar sipping on a beer, spotting you he grinned.
"Wow... you look amazing!" Grinning, you pulled your coat off and placed it over the bar stool.
"Thank you, you scrub up well yourself." Gesturing to the bartender, you ordered a red wine.
"Cheers." Taking a big sip you smiled. You looked around the bar, seeing all the different people chatting and drinking. You felt yourself relax a bit into your seat.
"So... how's your case going?" Looking up, you were stalled for moment.
"Uh... yeah it's going okay. It's a tough case but we're getting there." You didn't overly want to chat about work, as it reminded you of Voight. Jacob seemed to get the hint as you didn't expand any further on the subject. You sat quietly for a moment, just sipping on your drink. After a while, you both seemed to just relax into a conversation, reliving the academy days minutes passing into hours.
"You feeling okay?" Jacobs voice seemed to pull you out of a blurred moment that you didn't remember going into.
"Hmm? oh... yeah I'm fine, I'm just... gonna head to the bathroom okay?" Smiling, he nodded.
"Okay, well uh... shall we head out after this? Maybe find somewhere to get food?" Standing up, you nodded holding onto your chair for dear life.
"Yeah that's fine." Grabbing your bag, you headed to the bathroom, feeling your legs wobble and your head start to swirl. Pulling in a deep breath, you focused on the toilet door, not wanting to look more drunk than you were.
Pushing open the door, you leant on the sink and stared at your reflection. Your pupils looked blown, but you couldn't tell. You couldn't focus. You tried to remember how many drinks you'd had, tried to remember anything but it was all becoming a hazy dream.
"Shit.." Stumbling into a toilet stall, you locked the door behind you and rummaged in your bag pulling out your phone. You truly hoped you'd punched in the right number.
"(Y/N)?" Hanks voice cut through the phone, relief flooded through you.
"Han..k... I need... come help... been drugged."
"Where are you!" You felt yourself slowly drifting off.
"I... I'm ... bar...South side... bird...bird... Spar..." Your voice drifted off,
"Bird... the Sparrow... you at the Sparrow!"
"Yea... bathro." Your world went black.
Voight drove like a madman, sirens blaring not caring who he cut off in the process. Hold on, please god hold on. The streets were a blur as they flashed past him in a haze of lights and noise. Pulling into the car park, Voight spotted a guy hauling a woman to his car. Stepping out, he recognised it as Jacob. Picking up his pace, he started towards him catching your voice as he got closer.
"No... get off you sick fuck."
"Stop struggling... you know you're going to love it." Hank watched as you swung at him catching him in the mouth, but it didn't stop there. Jacob slapped you, and punched you in the stomach. Hank was at his back within seconds. Grabbing him by the hair, he slammed his face into the side of the car, continuing to punch him as he slid to the ground. He wouldn't have stopped, could have killed him had it not been for your voice calling to him.
"Hank..." Looking behind him, he saw you stirring on the floor blood pouring from your mouth.
"Shit... (Y/N), I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Scooping you up, he carried you to his car putting you in the passenger seat. Peeling out of the car park, he sped away from the bar. Glancing over at you he took your hand,
"Hey, (Y/N) stay awake alright. We're nearly there." You let your head lull to the side, the warm air from the heater and the blow to the head making you sleepy.
"Where's there?" you murmured out.
"Home."
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Waking up, your head felt heavy, your vision blurred. Rubbing a hand over your face, you realised you no longer had your dress on but a soft t-shirt with the letter CPD stamped on the chest. Your body ached, and yet you felt content in the soft confines of the duvet.
"Hmm... s'good."
"(Y/N)?" Glancing to the side, you found Voight sitting in a chair next to your bed.
"Hey, um... what am I doing here?" Reaching out, Voight took your hand and held onto it gently.
"You rang me last night, you went out for a drink with the Jacob guy and ah... he um... he spiked your drink." Frowning, you tried to remember but all you could think of was the toilet stall you had sat in.
"I got there just as he was dragging into his car, but you resisted and uh.. he hit you a few times."
"I um... christ I don't remember much I'm sorry Boss. Guess that's why my head hurts hmm?"
"What! No, don't be sorry, that scumbag is the one who should be sorry not you! I'm... I'm just glad I was able to get you out before... well I'm glad I got to you." Smiling you squeezed his hand with yours,
"Thanks Boss."
"'Tonio checked into your boy, and he's not a cop, well not any more at least. He didn't make it passed being a beat cop, he assaulted two women so he got fired." You felt your stomach churn.
"Well... maybe next time I should get you guys to run a background check on whoever I plan on going for a drink with hmm?" Dropping your head back into the pillow you winced as pain flared through your eyes. Looking around the room, you saw that it was rather warm and, oddly enough, cosy.
"We won't need to do that." Voight sounded a little nervous, something you had never thought he could be. Tilting your head, you gazed at him intently,
"And why's that hmm?"
"Because I'm not a creep who preys on women, so you'll be safe."
"Wha..?" Sighing, he shifted out of his chair to sit on the edge of the bed, running his other hand over your hair. It only occured to you now that this was Hanks house, Hanks bedroom, Hanks shirt that you were wearing.
"I shouldn't have encouraged you to go on a date with that guy. What I should have done, was date you myself. But instead I... I got nervous. Nervous that you'd see I wasn't anything but an old, beat up cop too stuck in his ways to make you happy in the ways that matter." Sitting yourself up, you leaned into Voight and kissed him. You wasn't sure how long it lasted, or when he had gently pushed you back leaning into you. Running your hands up his arms, you traced your fingers over his broad back. Breaking away, you pressed your head against his,
"You know, you never even asked what makes me happy. If you'd had just asked, I think we would have saved a lot of time... and spiked drinks." Smirking at him, he shook his head.
"Yeah I know, I'm a dumbass." Laughing at him, you brushed your hand over his jaw.
"I'll let you off, on one condition." Voight raised an eyebrow, and hummed quietly.
" You um... take these jeans off and stay in bed with me for the day hmm?"
"Yes Ma'am, you don't have to ask me twice." Standing he slowly unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the jeans. You felt a heat build in your face and stomach. This was going to be... an interesting day.
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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.
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“(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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Chicago PD Masterlist 🚨
Character List (closed for requests)
Antonio Dawson
Jay Halstead
Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz
Adam Ruzek
One Shots
Power Struggle - Adam Ruzek
$50 Please - mouse
Series
Evermore pt1 , pt2 , pt3 , pt4 , pt5 - mouse / jay halstead (UPDATES ARE PAUSED.)
Mood Boards
Evermore Characters
Evermore Cover Art Update
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Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You
Kevin Atwater x Fem!Reader
Warnings: a few birthday tears, reader and Kim are besties, alcohol and the consumption of.
Word Count: 1,675 words
Author’s Note: Happy birthday Jill!! @hauntedmilkshakeghost <33 I've been looking for motivation to write for our fav guy and this seemed more than fitting! so here's a little birthday treat for you :)
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The morning was dull, woken up to an empty house and no birthday cuddles from your boyfriend. It made you wonder if you missed a call from Voight but why wouldn’t Kevin wake you up?
Maybe he was planning to surprise you so you make your way downstairs to find the house empty. It stuck you as odd that Kevin wasn't home nor did he text you or leave a note.
It was almost 9:30 and you had to head out for work. Quietly and quickly, you get dressed and head out. You get a few birthday calls from family on your way in and when you get in, Trudy was sitting behind her desk.
“Mornin’ Sarge.” you smile, she glances up from her paperwork. “Hey, Voight just got in, you should head up.” Trudy nods towards the stairs.
You hum, signing the sheet in the sheet at the desk. You walk up the few stairs, your hand on the scanner when Trudy calls for you.
“Happy birthday, kid.” she gives you a small smile.
“Thanks Sarge.” you return the smile, walking up the rest of the stairs.
Everyone’s at their respective desks, a bunch of flowers on your desk and balloons tied to it. The card attached to the flowers read; Happy Birthday Detective L/N. Thank you for everything - your family at intelligence
Your heart warms at the gesture but a little bummed that they weren’t from Kevin alone. It wasn't until you felt arms wrap around you that you realized you were at work. Someone’s arms were around you, giving you a squeeze, slightly picking you up off the floor.
“Happy birthday!” he kissed your cheek. “Thank you Ruz.” you smile, patting his arm.
The rest of the team comes over, all wishing you happy birthday and Kevin comes over last. He gives you a quick hug and a kiss before sitting on the edge of your desk, “any plans for tonight?” he asks.
You shook your head, “nothing really.”
“Cool.” Kev nods, getting up off your desk. You grab his hand before he walks off, he looks back at you. “Are you okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Kev’s brows furrow, looking at you.
“Just wondering.” you hum, letting go of his hand.
You felt like something was up, Kevin had been so distant lately and it was off putting. It made you feel like you had done something wrong even though you’re completely sure you didn’t.
Kim leans over from her desk, “hey,” she calls. “You don’t have plans tonight ?” she asks and you nod.
“Lemme take you out then, we can go for drinks or something.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you have plans with Adam?”
“No, plus he can wait.” She laughs, “drinks at Molly’s?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah, sounds good.”
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It's a bit past seven and you’re meeting Kim at Molly's. You were finishing up some last minute paperwork so you said you would meet her there. Bracing yourself, you let out a breath as you open the door.
There was a little hope in you that there would be a surprise waiting for you, your boyfriend and your team standing by the door, the bar full of people with balloons and banners.
Yet, when you open the door, it’s empty. Kim sat at the bar, talking with Otis and there were a few other patrons scattered around the bar. You walk over, mustering up a smile.
“Hey!” Kim smiles, as you sit on the stool next to her. “Hi.” you smile, turning to Otis. “Can I get a margarita and another of whatever she’s drinking?” you ask him and he nods.
“I know it’s your birthday today,” Otis calls to you as he pours the liquid into the glass. He slides it over the counter and over to you, “so this one’s on me, just don’t tell Herrmann.” he chuckles, giving your hand a pat.
You smile, taking a sip. Kim makes casual conversation with Otis as you two drink. There's something digging at your heart, making you feel like you were going to puke.
Otis was someone you nearly saw other than when you were at Molly’s or if you hung out with Dawson and Shay but the fact that he remembered your birthday and your boyfriend didn’t made you so upset.
Your eye brimming with tears when Kim looks over at you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” She asks, voice filled with concern and she rests her hand on your arm. “What’s with the tears?”
Wiping away the stray few that fall, you shake your head. “I’m fine.”
Otis looks between the two women, “did I do something wrong here? Shay always tells me I don’t know how to talk to women.” he mumbles under his breath, exhaling as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
You chuckled through tears, “no, it's not you.” you say, sighing. Kim’s brows furrowed, eyeing you. “That’s bullshit. What’s wrong? Really?”
“I-'' you sigh, “Kevin’s being so distant lately. It just sucks because I thought he’d care more about his girlfriend’s birthday.” you tell her and Kim hums, listening to you. “I went all out for his birthday, you know that. I flew out Vinessa and Jordan, I threw him a party and we spent the entire week together. I just don’t understand the lack of interest here.”
“Kev’s been busy, and like you said, you flew his siblings out. You know he missed them.” Kim tells you, just irritating you further.
“C’mon Kim, let’s be real. I’m not comparing our situations but a little effort from him would be nice. I would have been happy with the two of us eating takeout on the couch.”
“Then let’s go.” She scoots off the stool, setting some cash on the counter. You look at the woman, head cocked to the side with a look of confusion on your face. Kim grabs your hand, pulling you off your stool.
“Kim, where're we going ?”
“Back to your place, we’re gonna have takeout on the couch and we're gonna get wine drunk.” She smiles, pulling you out of the bar. “But I’m gonna need you to drive because Adam dropped me off.” Kim links arms with you as you two walked towards your car.
Kim lets you drive seeing that she had a few drinks prior to you arriving at Molly’s but you noticed how often Kim keeps checking her phone. “You okay?” you look over at the woman when you come to a stop at the light.
She nods, shutting off her phone. “Just Adam checking in. Wanted to see if we wanted some company.”
You hum, “yeah, tell him to come by.”
It didn’t take long for you to get back to the house. It was dark when you pulled into the driveway and Kim followed you to the door when you got out of the car. You fish your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door.
The lights turn on, the living room full of people and the walls decorated, covered in balloons and streamers, a banner hanging from the arch above the dining room.
“Surprise!” They shout.
Kevin at the front of the crowd, a grin on his face. “Happy birthday baby.” He walks over, pulling you into a hug.
You look up at him before looking at the crowd, the team from intelligence as well as some of your friends from 81 and med but you can’t believe they’re actually there. “How- when'd you have time to plan all this?”
“Couldn’t have done it without Kim and Adam.” He glances at the brunette behind you who was cuddled into her boyfriend’s side.
You wrap your arms around Kev, leaning into his side. “Is this why you've been so weird lately ?” and Kevin chuckles. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to find out but do you know how hard it was to keep this from you?” he asks.
“It was breaking my heart to push you away like that but I know how nosy you are.” he pinches your side making you smile.
You untangle yourself from Kevin, making your way around the room to say hello to everyone. The rest of the night goes off without a hitch and everyone’s having a good time.
When it comes time to cut the cake, you keep bracing yourself for Jay or Adam to smoosh your face into the cake or rub frosting on it but yet they don't. You’re taking photos and Kim is taking one of you and Kev when you call the team to come over and take a group picture.
Kelly’s holding the phone and Stella counting down for all of you to smile when you feel something cold on either side of your face.
You realize it’s frosting and when you turn to see who it is, you assumed it’s Jay or Adam but you had a habit of rubbing frosting on them but you managed to surprise yourself. Hank and Antonio are looking at each other, frosting covering their fingers as they laugh.
You roll your eyes, “I cannot believe you two.” You turn, rubbing frosting on both of them.
That spirals into a full fledged food fight, all of you covered in frosting and cake.
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Kev’s got his arm around you, his finger trailing along your side. The two of you watching the reruns of whatever sitcom was playing on the tv. Adam’s snoring filled the silence, he and Kim crashing in the guest bedroom.
You glance up at your boyfriend, your hand reaching from his jaw before pulling him down to give him a kiss. Kevin smiles, “what was that for?” he mumbles against your lips.
Kissing him once more, you shrug. “Just a thank you.” you smile, resting your head against his chest.
“For what baby ?”
“For doing this.” you gesture to the living room, the balloons and streamers, the banners and what not.
Kevin smiles, kissing your forehead. “No need to thank me, there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you.”
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So I do have a request for Antonio! Maybe it’s a Antonio Dawson x Reader story where After Eva’s kidnapping Antonio files for some kind of emergency custody hearing and it’s just a angsty fluffy imagine between the reader and Antonio and the hoops and jumps they have to take to try and get full custody of Eva & Diego?
Warnings: Mentions ff fighting for custody, divorce
A/N: This is my first Antonio one shot so I apologise if I didn't do him any justice, give it some time and I'll hopefully get better at writing for him.
*****
"Hey."
You looked up from your flies, softly smiling at your long-term boyfriend, watching as he hung up his coat and put his keys in the glass bowl by the door. You followed his every movements, not even having to motion for him to join you on the sofa after he toed out of his shoes because he was already making a beeline for you once doing so.
"How was work?" He asked, eyeing the mess of your papers on the coffee table, not even enough space to put down your mug of hot chocolate which haphazardly rested on the sofas arm rest.
"Work was work." You very, very briefly summed up your twelve hour shift, not wanting to keep the talk all on you when you knew exactly what was going through Antonio's mind. "You okay?"
You knew that he wasn't but such a simple ask would allow the two of you to start talking about what was bothering him.
He swallowed harshly, clenching and unclenching his jaw, staring ahead at the blank tv before looking down at you who was looking up at his side profile intently, patiently waiting for him to unload all his emotions in the comfort of one of the people he loved most.
"I don't think I'm getting custody." Antonio ripped off the bandaid, finally saying it aloud what he'd been thinking since Eva's kidnapping. Taking into account everything about him, bundling it altogether and putting it against everything his ex-wife had, Antonio saw no reality in which he had full custody of his only children.
There had been a time the two of you spoke about having a child that was half you and half him but just two weeks before Eva's kidnapping you collapsed at Med, all your colleagues telling you what you understood as a doctor but as a woman, couldn't comprehend.
Fibroids, which you tried to contain with drugs and non-surgical procedures but after much crying, you and Antonio came to a joint decision to have a hysterectomy. Antonio didn't really decide for you but when he told you he couldn't care less if you had a uterus or not because at the end of the day, you were still you with or without one.
"Antonio." You frowned, bringing your hand to his shoulder and lightly rubbing it in a comforting motion. Despite not being fully convinced he could gain custody, you didn't want him to think so negatively about it. "Don't think like that."
"Why?" He pushed, angry at his inability to do his job as a father. Maybe this was a sign and he should just give up before he was slapped in the face by a judge in court who saw straight through him.
They wouldn't see the loving father he was to Eva and Diego. They wouldn't see what he did to bring them back home safe, the sacrifices he gave and the nights he stayed awake in his babies rooms, rocking them with hushed lullabies and oblivious to the rising sun and his badge in his bedroom.
Instead, the judge and everyone in the courtroom would see a man who was never home. They'd see a middle aged detective who is putting his life on the line everyday, the man who let his only children get kidnapped despite his occupation. A latino working in a unit under a so called dirty cop and in a nearly five year relationship with a female doctor who was still paying her med school debts, yet to be married but cohabitating.
In what world was Antonio bringing Eva and Diego home to the very apartment the two of you sat in.
You watched as all the worst case scenarios flashed before his brown eyes which started to glisten in the dim lighting, sniffing and blinking it all away in one swift motion.
But, the judge didn't know the Antonio who was resilient. They had yet to see but would be faced with the Antonio who worked his entire ass off to provide for the only family he thought he knew, the man who saw the entire universe in the kids that were his and he loved more than he loved himself.
The courtroom wouldn't be prepared for Detective Antonio Dawson who had more than the world cheering for him in his corner.
*****
With red rimmed eyes, scratchy voices and his suit still on, Antonio stumbled into the ED alone, walking straight pass the waiting room and towards the first person he could recognise with his vision which was starting to blur.
Before he could approach anyone, you took a step out a treatment room and immediately caught sight of your boyfriend in the suit he left in this morning.
Quickly excusing yourself, allowing Natalie to carry on for you, you speed walked towards him. Still rubbing sanitiser into your hands, you looked at him in concern and interest. You desperately wanted to be at the hearing with him but with a sudden shooting and very little number of staff in the ED, you had no choice but to work.
Taking note of his red eyes, you linked your hand with his and brought him into the doctors lounge filled with students who you forced out, scrambling at your intense stare and semi-harsh tone, scared at one of the ED's attending doctors.
Forcing him to sit down on the sofa, all it took was a peck on his knuckles and a bit of patience before Antonio crumbled.
That was all you needed to know that Antonio didn't gain custody but with his cries that he muffled, leaning forward and resting his face on your shoulder as his tears fell on your maroon scrubs.
Wrapping him in your arms, you stayed by his side till the tears subsided, your own eyes tearing up at the sound of his desperate cries that were long overdue.
"They're not mine." He hoarsely whispered, still leaning against you. He still couldn't believe it but it wasn't yet set in stone. There was going to be one more hearing, the last one where the final decision would be made but taking into account everything from today, Laura was winning.
"No matter what I do or how much I try, I'm not getting custody." He bitterly laughed, harshly wiping away all of the wetness on his cheeks and eyes.
Your assurances fell on deaf ears because all Antonio could see was a life without the kids that took his last name.
"Antonio, look at me." You forced him to look you in the eye, your hands cupping his jaw to make sure he wouldn't move.
"What does Laura have that you don't? Better yet, what do you have, we have that she doesn't?" You said confidently, not even bothering to count the do's and don'ts.
Antonio opened his mouth, ready to answer you but you tutted, shaking your head in disapproval. "Your not supposed to answer that, your still listening to me."
Taking in a deep breath, you maintained eye contact and continued with your motivational speech once he let his mouth drop. "You love these kids so much that you've done the unspeakable. Do I have to remind you that you had to handle your daughter's trauma while dealing with your ex-wife fighting with you and a girlfriend who was practically dying in hospital."
You licked your lips and shook your head in disbelief. "You may not be the most decorated man in the father and policing world but I'd be damned if you weren't granted custody."
You whispered a warning, it was meant to be humours and a bit of comedic relief, you didn't want to sound like an obsessive step mom even if you weren't married yet. "Over my dead body are those kids staying with her."
*****
It felt like deja vu.
Exactly a week later, Antonio was walking into the ED with red rimmed eyes and a slightly hoarse voice. Dressed in his suit, he had one thought on his mind and that one thought was you.
You were deep in conversation with Dr Charles, exiting the treatment room and you were so invested that you hadn't even caught a glimpse of the man who stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't until the older doctor lightly nudged you and looked to the front desk, you following his line of sight, for you to finally notice him.
With his appearance, your mind immediately thought of the worst but when you looked at the two figures standing behind him did you realise what was happening.
Not even excusing yourself - Dr Charles didn't mind anyways - you rounded the desk in utter shock.
The first thing you did was envelop Eva and Diego in the biggest hug, trapping them in your arms despite you smelling like chemicals and everything sterile.
"You did it." You whispered, looking up at Antonio who was watching with a soft smile, the teenagers still in your embrace with your head resting on theirs.
"We did it." Antonio shook his head, correcting your mistake. Had it not been for you and your constant presence at his side, always motivating and reminding him why he was fighting in the first place.
"Come ere." You sniffled, blinking away the tears and gesturing for Antonio to join your hug, wrapping his arms around his family.
Pressing a firm kiss to your cheek, he tightened his arms around all your bodies, not caring that all your friends and colleagues were watching but only caring that your family reunited.
The Dawson's did it.
That included a certain future Mrs Dawson too.
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dating jay halstead would include...
(currently on a binge of chicago p.d., so here’s this)
sfw:
-pda.
-lots of it.
-he would need to be touching you whenever possible. holding hands, arm around your waist, hand on the thigh, ALL. OF. IT.
-wants everyone to know you’re his girl
-so protective.
-keeps you as far away from his job as possible because he’s terrified of you getting mixed up in something.
-literally didn’t even tell the team about you until it slipped that he had a date one night.
-WILL FIGHT FOR YOU. ALWAYS.
-whether it’s a guy in a bar staring for a little bit too long, or your boss making a snide comment, jay is always ready to go to battle for you.
-small gestures are his favorite way to show his love for you.
-will show up with surprise flowers or your favorite take out and a movie.
-the biggest cuddler!
-his favorite thing to do when he gets off work is crawl in bed next to you and hold you against him.
-will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and rub circles on your hips or arms with his thumb.
-he loves holding you and having your head against his chest, but on particularly rough days, he is quick to lay on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist while you play with his hair.
-likes to listen to your heartbeat.
nsfw:
-cannot get enough of your body.
-always trying to get his hands up your shirt or down your pants.
-not afraid to pull you into a closet or bathroom if it means he gets his fix.
-daddy! kink!
-loves loves loves it when you call him daddy.
-especially if you catch him off guard with it, whispering it in his ear while you two are at molly’s or a family dinner.
-will absolutely RAIL you when you get home. no doubt about it.
-very dominant.
-will tie you up, pin you down, all of it.
-loves watching you whimper and beg for him.
-also rough.
-not afraid to choke you or bite you.
-but he’s an aftercare king!
-loves leaving marks on you. all over.
-thighs, chest, all over your neck.
-wants everyone to see who you belong to.
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Has anyone seen some fics where someone of the guys from Chicago P.D is calming down the reader who’s afraid of cops ‘cause she’s seen or heard or whatever them being rough and thinks he’s gonna hurt her?
I could write a such fic myself but I was hoping someone else might already have done it. If so, please let me know
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Love Conquers All
Request: Hiiii Sweetheart! 😍 I'm really really sorry for another Antonio imagine and I'd understand if you don't want to do it. I had the idea of being his girl (not a cop tho) and you both love each other with all your heart. But his ex wife comes to the precinct just as you also visit him and she's terrible to you, making you feel not good enough for him. Antonio of course stands up for you but he can't prevent you from leaving, feeling more than terrible. He searches you and finds you at the water and he tells you how much you mean to him and it's just pure love and fluff ❤️
Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing
A/N: so sorry it took forever to get out!!!!
The sound of Antonio’s alarm had woken you up with a start. You opened your eyes just as he was reach back to grab his phone to turn it off. Once it was off and silence was the only thing heard you turned in his arms and looked at him with a smile. “Good morning, handsome.” You said and he smiled back at you.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He replied back and reached down to kiss you.
“Do we have to get up?” You asked him and he sighed and nodded.
“Sadly, we do.” He said and you groaned and that made him chuckle “Come on sleepy head.” He said and started to get up but you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“5 more minutes.” You said already closing your eyes and falling back to sleep and he chuckled and began moving again.
“No can do, sweetheart. I can’t be late or Voight will have my head.” He said and got up the warmth leaving you. You watched him as he got ready to leave and you sat up on your elbows.
“Traitor.” You said and he let out a laugh that made you smile. He walked over to you and kissed you while sitting on the bed.
“Hey, enjoy your day off. You’ve been working too hard lately.” He said and you rolled your eyes but knew it was true.
“Hmpf, fine. I’m staying by the precinct to see you and Jay later on.” You said and he smiled and nodded.
“Sounds wonderful.” He said
“I may even stop by that bakery place that everyone loves so much.” You said and he kissed you once again.
“You know the way to our hearts.” He said as he pulled back from kissing you. “Now I got to go.” He said and stood and then you huffed and laid back down “I love you.” He said and you looked at him.
“I love you too.” You replied and he was out of the room and out the door heading off to the precinct.
It was really a coincidence on how you met him. You met him when you showed up to drop something off to Jay, Jay was your twin brother which made Will your older brother, that he had left at home and begged you to get and bring it to him. You worked for the police department but you worked for the NSA, National Security Agency. Your brothers didn’t like this but they really didn’t have a say in it you were going to do what you wanted to do. You are really respected on the team to the point where you were running some of the cases. You had been on a case that Intelligence was on and it got a little out of hand with some of them, Jay and Antonio, but you and your team got them out safely and when Jay gave you hell for doing something reckless, he finally introduced you to Antonio and the rest was history.
When you heard the door shut, you sighed and got up. You were already awake and there was no way your body was going to let you sleep in any longer. You usually ran in the morning wanting to keep in top physical condition since you could have a very demanding job so you got changed into your running clothes and walked out and put on your shoes. You grabbed your armband and put your phone in it but not without connecting your Bluetooth headphones to it and starting your workout playlist. You walked out making sure the apartment was locked and took a deep breath and stretched some and then started your run. You didn’t run very long and before you knew it you were back home, you walked in after unlocking the door and got you something to drink. Once you were cooled down then you went and took a hot shower, one that made your worries melt away. After you got out you looked at your phone and noticed that it was already noon and you had decided to go and see your brother and boyfriend. As you got dressed you headed into the kitchen and grabbed something to eat while you looked for your keys and then when you found them you were out the door and getting into your car. You started to all too familiar drive to the precinct. When you got there you found a spot between Jay’s truck and Antonio’s truck. You parked and killed the engine and then got out and started to walk in. When you got to the door and opened it and were about to step in, a female voice called out to you “Hold the door!” it said and you did so since you were raised to do so by your mother. You turned around and looked at who it was and your heart dropped, it was Antonio’s ex-wife, Laura Dawson. You smiled at her but when she saw you, she made a look of disgust “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?” She asked.
“I’m here to see my brother, Jay Halstead, and Antonio.” You said you were already feeling yourself go in on yourself, you had some pretty bad relationships and a lot of them talked down to you and made you feel worthless.
“Well, I’m here to see Antonio too.” She said with a smile like she had won something.
“Oh? What for?” You asked not liking having this conversation with her.
“That is none of your business but if you must know, I’m going to see if he has any plans this evening.” She said and you nodded.
“Well, we do have plans this evening.” You said and she again made a face.
“I can’t believe he left me and then got together with you.” She said and that made your stomach churn. You looked everywhere but her and when you locked eyes with Trudy, she gave you a look saying ‘I don’t like this situation’.
“Good afternoon, Agent Halstead and Laura.” She said you smiled at her and she buzzed you up “Jay and Antonio will be happy to see you Y/N.” She said purposely leaving out Laura and that made her eyes roll. You opened the gate and you both ascended upstairs. When you got to the top everyone was still there and when they saw they smiled but it slipped when they saw Laura.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jay asked coming over to you and hugging you and you returned the hug.
“Hey, bro. I came to see you and Antonio.” You said and released him.
“Antonio is taking care of something with Voight but will be in here soon.” Jay said and then he looked over at Laura and nodded then looked at you as you both had a silent conversation just then Antonio walked out and lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Y/N.” He said and walked over and kissed you and Jay faked gagging but you flipped him off.
“Hey, Babe.” You said almost forgetting Laura was there until she cleared her throat. You both looked at her and she had a grimace on her face.
“Laura, what are you doing here?” Antonio asked
“I wanted to see if you were free tonight.” She said overly sweetly and Antonio sighed.
“No and I never will be for you. I’m with Y/N and we have something already planned out for tonight.” He spoke
“What made you choose her anyways?” She asked, “She has nothing to offer.” She said and you shrunk back to where Jay was who was trying to comfort you and not get angry but it was not working.
“That is no way to talk to my girlfriend.” Antonio said
“That is no way to talk to my sister.” Jay said at the same time as Antonio spoke. Laura scuffed and rolled her eyes.
“She has everything to offer and she is actually there for me.” Antonio said and she scuffed again and then looked you up and down.
“She’s not even that pretty. You should be with me and not her.” She said and you were sick by this point and just wanted to get at.
“I have to go. Work is calling me.” You lied with ease but everyone knew the reason why. You hugged Jay and then hugged and kissed Antonio.
“Are we still on for tonight?” He asked and you hesitated.
“No, I think I just want to stay in.” You said and then left without giving him a kiss or saying that you loved him. As you were walking down you could hear Antonio going off and when you got down the stairs Trudy looked at you.
“He loves you.” She said and you looked at her “You’re the only one he wants to be with. Don’t let her get into your mind.” She added and you nodded and then you were quickly walking to your car but quickly by passing it just wanting to get out of there, a spot where Antonio and you had your first date. You don’t know how long you were sitting on the bench with your knees up and letting silent tears fall while looking at the little pond. You had felt your phone vibrating and pulled it out to see who was calling and it was Antonio but you declined it then you saw 5 missed calls from him, 4 from Jay, 2-3 from Hailey and Kim, 4 from Will, 4 from Connor, 4 from Kevin and Adam, 1 from Voight and multiple messages from all of them but you didn’t care. You put your phone away and resumed your position looking at the water.
“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice, that you knew as Antonio’s, asked but you didn’t say anything “Baby, you have nothing to worry about.” He said but again you didn’t say anything “I love you and only you.” He said and you sniffled.
“You must’ve loved her because you married her.” You said not looking at him.
“But then we divorced and then I found you. My person.” He said and you slowly turned to look at him, seeing him smile softly.
“You really mean that?” You asked in a small voice and he smiled.
“Of course. Now come here.” He said and opened his arms and you undid your position and curled into him as you looked up at him. He wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead and you melted into it. “I’m sorry for the way she talked to you and made you feel, she had no right. You missed me going off on her and her storming off.” He said as you laid her head on your shoulder.
“I heard you going off but I just needed to get out of there.” You said and he nodded.
“We got worried when you weren’t answering our calls. We even roped Will and Connor into calling you.” He said and you smiled. Connor was a good friend of yours, you had actually met before he started working at Med and you considered him a really good friend.
“Sorry.” You said and he chuckled and shook his head.
“I knew where you were.” He said
“You always know where I am.” You said with a chuckle and a true smile.
“There’s my girl.” He said and kissed your forehead “That just means we’re perfect for each other.” He said “Now are we still on for tonight?” He asked and you nodded.
“Of course, Baby. I never wanted to cancel, she just got to me.” You said
“You have nothing to worry about. She won’t be bothering either of us anymore.” He said
“What did you do?” You asked looking up at him.
“Nothing serious. Just threatened her with a restraining order.” He said it like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Tonio.” You said and he chuckled.
“What? I’m not going to let her talk to my girl like that.” He said
“I love you, Tonio.” You said
“I love you too. How about you let your brothers know you’re safe and then you and I are going out for lunch.” He said
“Don’t you have to work?” You asked
“Voight gave me some time to find you. So, I have time.” He said you chuckled and then he got up and offered you a hand which you took and you two started towards his truck since you left your car at the precinct. You followed him while you sent everyone a message and then you got into his truck and started off to your favorite place. As he was driving you looked over at him wondering how lucky you got with him. You knew that he wasn't going to go anywhere and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. Why? Because he loved you too much and you loved him too and that is the strongest bond one could ask for. You two are it for each other.
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Just friends
Warnings: Swearing
Chapter two
Becoming impatient, you bounce your knee while waiting for Voight to arrive. Adam called his boss after you finished breakfast and briefly explained the situation. Voight agreed right away and was currently driving over with Antonio.
“Nice place you’ve got here.”
Adam lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh yeah, the dirty dishes and mountain of laundry really add to the decor.”
Feeling restless, you stand up and walk around his living room. Adam suggested you meet at his apartment; that way, if anyone saw you with him, you could easily play it off as a hookup. You smile at the picture pinned to his fridge of him and a brunette woman posing. “She has a beautiful smile; who is she?”
“That’s my girl, Kim.”
“Where did you guys meet?”
Adam nervously scratches at his beard and says, “Work. She's a cop in my district.”
Laughing, you toss the dish towel hanging beside you at him. “I thought you’d know better than to get involved with someone you work with.”
“Yeah, yeah. How’s your dad and Eli doing?”
You gulp down a mouthful of cold water before pulling at the label covering the bottle. “Eli’s fine—great, actually—and my dad's just the same. Having a kid in the house again is good for him.”
Adam gives you a sympathetic look but doesn’t ask any more questions. You make small talk until Adam gets a text. “That’s them here," he says as he walks towards his door, ready to open it, saying, “Just remember not to be nervous. Hank and Antonio can be a little intense and dark at times, but they are good guys, and if you want, I can do most of the talking for you.”
You struggled to hold back a laugh. Adam was being so sweet and protective, and yet he was in for a surprise. Antonio walks in and gives you a polite nod before greeting his colleague. Hank walks in with a serious expression on his face that softens the moment his eyes land on you.
Adam clears his throat. “Boss, this is—”
“Detective Love,” Hank pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you, kid.”
“You too, Hank; it’s been a while.”
“Don’t drink anything the brunette waitress called Beck gives you; it’s spiked. All the rooms have hidden cameras. Be safe.” Antonio holds the note you placed in the uniforms between his fingers, “so there’s no safe space to talk inside? What about the staff changing rooms or bathrooms?”
“All bathrooms have cameras facing the sinks, and there are hearing devices in the changing rooms.”
Hank nods. “Before we go any further with this, we all agree that nothing that’s said leaves this room.”
All three of you nod.
“Now that’s sorted, Viola, tell me how you got into a club owned by Hector Vasquez; last I heard you were a detective in robbery-homicide.”
“I volunteered when I heard Nat Dickson was back in town.”
“I’m guessing since you’ve been undercover for a while, Nat’s still out there.”
Rage boils deep within your veins; “bastards have been keeping a low profile.”
“Who’s Nat Dickson? I don’t think I’ve heard that name before,” Antonio says.
“He’s wanted for human trafficking in New York. Viola, you should have come to me when you heard he was back in Chicago.”
“You were in prison.”
“Fair enough, but I’m here now.” He turns to face Adam and Antonio and says, “Nat Dickson is scum and extremely dangerous. Trust me, if you’re ever in a run-in with him, do your best to shoot and ask questions later.”
“Nat is part owner of the club, but his share is under a fake name, Lewis Archer. Jasper gives him a large amount of cash along with a bag of guns once a month, but the date, time, and location are always different.”
Adam’s eyes widened with interest as he looked through some paperwork: “The club is full of drugs and has been busted twice in the last month, but only one arrest has been made, and that was for public intoxication.”
“Jasper’s got eyes on the inside.”
Anger flashes behind Antonio’s eyes. “You're telling us a dirty cop is ripping him off for police raids?”
“Dirty as they come,” you say, clicking your tongue. “But I’ve no idea who or how many cops are mixed up in this.”
“Is Nat still selling girls?
You chew on your bottom lip as Hank drives you back to the other side of town, where your car is parked. “If he is, he’s doing it in another location.”
“Tell me about this Beck who spikes people’s drinks.”
“Every so often she spikes men with sleeping pills, takes them into a back room with the promise of having sex, and robs them. She takes everything, from wallets to wedding rings. I’ve tried reporting her anonymously twice before, and each time it’s bounced.”
“Sounds like there’s more than one dirty cop involved. I’m going to have Ruzek stay on the bad-dope trail while you continue gathering evidence of Beck drugging and robbing men; I have a feeling they are contacted.”
“And Dawson?”
Hank turns a sharp corner, the tension in his shoulders obvious. “I want you to stay close to Antonio. Don’t get me wrong, Adam’s a good cop, but Antonio has been deep undercover before, so he knows what it’s like. Plus, he’ll watch your back without getting emotional.”
“I understand and thank you.”
“It’s what my team does; we watch out for each other.” He lets out a small chuckle and says, “I also have an ulterior motive.”
“What’s that?”
“Once this case is closed, I want you in intelligence.”
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Leather and Cuffs
Antonio Dawson x Reader (F)
Authors Notes: I have been watching a lot of Chicago PD lately, and I can't help but love Antonio, so here is my first ever fic of him. I hope you enjoy it. Gif by @steddy1987
Summary: Reader is a Chicago firefighter, and has had a thing for Antonio Dawson for a few years. After working a a huge fire scene together, Antonio makes an offer you can't refuse.
WARNINGS: Fire, mentions of explosions, human remains (minor), smut, cuffs, unprotected sex (PLEASE USE PROTECTION), Antonio being a sauce pot.
If you feel there should be other warnings please do let me know.
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Being part of the CFD was always going to give you new life experiences. You'd had four calls today, the first a traffic accident caused by a drunk driver. You'd helped cut open a car, pulling out a pregnant woman and her young daughter, the drunk had died on impact. The second, four kids decided to light some fire crackers out in an abandoned trailer park and throw them around. One of the boys got hit and had caught light, alongside one of the old trailers that were left there. He'd sustain some minor burns, owing mainly to the thick coat he wore. A stern talking too and a serious look from Chief Boden ensured they wouldn't be doing it again. The third was an elderly lady who had managed to start a pan fire in her ground floor apartment, luckily her neighbour had gotten her out before anything serious happened to her. The fourth... the fourth is where all hell broke loose. Some putz had messed up in his meth lab, blowing half a building up. Firehouse 51 were the on scene first, strapping your mask on you followed Casey, Herrmann, Severide and Kidd to the top floor slowly working your way down. Hammering on doors, you ushered more people out than you could keep count of. The further down the building you got the worse it became to see and find conscious residents. You exited the building for a second time carrying a young boy, running him over to the ambo you laid him on the bed.
"Young boy, found him unconscious on the ninth floor. He's got a laceration to his leg, and he's inhaled a lot of smoke." Brett nodded, checking his chest.
"Okay let's go." helping to load him into the back of the ambo, you shut the doors and watched them speed away. Turning around, you walked straight into Antonio.
"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N)." He shook his head waving his phone.
"Phone won't stop buzzing, this is a nightmare." Nodding you patted his shoulder,
"I know, don't worry we're pulling out everyone and hopefully one will lead us to the people who did this." He gave you a half smile, you never told anyone but you loved how Antonio smiled. It was always like he was hiding something, it made you curious. Running his hand over his head, he pocketed his phone.
"Well... if you could bring me out some solid evidence that would sure make my job easier." Stepping away you grinned,
"And what do I get if I do?" He chuckled, pulling out his ringing phone again he looked back up at you.
"I'll cook you dinner." Pressing your gloved hand to your chest, you winked.
"One crispy critter coming up." Pulling your mask and helmet back on you ran back into the building, not noticing Antonio watching you, he smirked, bringing the phone to his ear.
"Yeah?!"
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It took five hours in total to get everyone out, and to extinguish the fire. You'd all headed back in once Boden gave the go ahead, checking for any evidence of how the fire started, and if anyone else was tied to it. There wasn't a lot to gather as the fifth floor was practically a scorched hole, you'd shifted a load of rubble and found part of the meth dealer.
"One crispy critter." You mumbled to yourself. Frowning, you gently pushed the part of him aside and found a perfect rectangular indent in the ground. Pulling your halligan round, you jammed it into the edging and pried the top off.
"Lieutenant... I'm gonna need a blow torch over here!" Calling over your shoulder, Severide appeared looking down and whistled.
"What you thinks inside?" Shrugging and smiling he took the blow torch from Cap,
"Guess we'll find out." Stepping away, you turned your back until you heard the torch go off and the thick metal door clunk to the floor. Looking back round, you looked into the now opened safe and felt your eyes go wide.
"That is a lot of cash Kellie."
"Yep... go get Antonio will ya? Bring him in here, but mind the third floor staircase it's pretty ruined. Take the South side stairs to get here okay?"
"No problem Lieutenant." Turning back around you made your way out of the apartment and out of the building. You found Antonio questioning some of the residents of the building. You couldn't help but admire the way he held himself, you'd guessed he would look good under all that leather. But as it was a Chicago winter, you could only guess how good he looked. You made to stand in his line of sight wanting to catch his attention. Glancing over he nodded, you held up a hand and waited. You passed the time and spoke to some of the residents, getting them blankets and bottles of water until they could be moved.
"(Y/N)!" Looking back, you handed over the blankets you had to a young family, tucking one round a small girl with big brown eyes. Waving at her, you walked back to Antonio.
"Hey, sorry I know you're busy with statements but we've found a safe with a chunk of cash and files in which I think you may need." Antonio's eyes lit up, gesturing his hand towards the building.
"Then lead the way." Walking back to the building you lead him up the stairs and towards the South side like Serveride said.
"We've got to go this way Detective, the other set of stairs aren't secure and could give way." Antonio laughed,
"You know you don't have to call me Detective, you can call me by my name right?" Smiling to yourself, you glanced behind you.
"I... yeah I know... it's... I don't like being unprofessional is all. I'm happy to use your name outside of work hours... just don't want anyone thinking I'm being disrespectful you know?" 'Tonio stopped in the hallway you was walking down, smiling.
"Fair enough... well I'm pretty sure I said I'd cook you dinner right? So how about I come around after shift, and make you something hmm?" You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, noticing how he watched transfixed as you did.
"Yeah sure... okay." Turning back you started walking again.
"Not gonna give me your address no?"
"You're a Detective...so detect." Looking back you winked, then waving your hand over your shoulder, you motioned for him to follow you. Biting his lip he followed, keeping quiet the rest of the way.
Showing him into the apartment, you walked him to Severide then left them both to talk as you continued your checks of the building. The rest of shift went in a haze, it took another three hours to complete the building checks. By the time you got back to the firehouse, you had one hour till your shift finished. You headed to the showers and let the hot water run down you helping the ache that had slowly built in your back. Once you'd finished you pulled on clean clothes and dried your hair. Checking the time, you pulled out your bag, packed everything up and pulled on your fleece and hat. You filed out behind some of your crew mates, all of who didn't feel like talking. That fire had taken a lot out of you all. Waving bye to Stella you climbed into your car and headed back to your apartment.
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You dumped your bag and boots in the closet, and hung your coat up on the hook. You headed straight to the your bedroom and changed into a loose fitting top and jogging bottoms. Throwing your hair up into a loose bun, you padded into the kitchen to make yourself a tea. Before you could finish making it, there was a knock at your door. Smirking, you headed out the kitchen, tea forgotten, and slowly pulled open your door. There he was, standing there with that gorgeous smile on his face, black jeans and boots, a dark fitted t-shirt, leather jacket over the top and a woolen hat. You even glinted a set of cuffs on his belt as he shifted. God help me, the thought flitted through your mind before you could even take a breath.
"Hey." His voice was low, and his face looked a little tired.
"You found me Detective." Raising an eyebrow, he grinned.
"That I did, you wanna let me in?" Stepping back you pulled open the door allowing him in. Closing it behind him, you pulled the closet door open,
"You can put your coat and boots in there Detective, I'll grab you a beer." Slowly walking away you felt his eyes linger on you as you rounded the corner to the kitchen. You couldn't help the shit eat grin on your face as you pulled open the fridge. However, you nearly dropped the beer as Antonio had snuck up behind you.
"What happened to calling me Antonio hmm?" He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck. Letting out a shout, you spun round, elbow out, clocking him in the ribs causing him to fall back against the counter.
"Ow...fuck."
"Jesus 'Tonio, you can't just sneak up like that... are you okay." Putting the beer on the side, you leaned closer to him trying to pull his hands away from his side.
"Damn mi amor you got some power in you. You should come down to my boxing gym." Smirking he looked up at you, and you felt your face flush. Turning back to the beer you cracked it open, took a gulp for yourself, then finished the bottle.
"You know, I may just come down there... then maybe I can kick your ass." Poking him in the ribs again, he laughed and grabbed your hand pulling you a little closer to him, his lips barely an inch from yours. You felt yourself shiver, the heat from his body coming off him in waves.
"Okay okay, but maybe as we have both had a long day we instead have some beers and food hmm?" Letting go of your hand, he reached round the corner and picked up a bag, emptying it's contents onto the counter.
"I hope you're hungry, because I don't make small meals." Reaching into the fridge again you pulled out another two bears, cracked them open and hummed.
"To be honest I'm that hungry I could eat a Vegas style buffet right now." Running your gaze over him you smirked. Giving you that half smile, he took the beer and took a gulp.
"That so huh?"
"Well I am a firefighter, we burn a lot of energy." Watching him out the corner of your eye you saw the smile that sat there from your witty pun.
"Well... then we best get those energy levels back up hmm?" Nodding you picked up a knife and started cutting some peppers and onions. You had no clue what you was making but you helped, and quietly chatted. It felt nice to do something as simple as cooking dinner. Antonio had always seemed intense when you'd worked alongside him at scenes you were both at, but you had seen a different side of him when you'd been at Molly's together. At some point, 'Tonio had ushered you into a seat at the dinner table handing you a new beer as he finished up the food. Once done, he handed you a plate filled with vegetables, chicken and lord knows what else.
"Oh my gods this is amazing."
"So surprised?" He spoke in between a fork full of food.
"Not surprised, just... most of the cops I know barely make themselves toast let alone a nice meal like this." Looking pleased with himself he took another gulp of beer. The two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you ate. Once you'd finished you decided to leave the plates in the sink, I can deal with them tomorrow. Gesturing to him, you moved into the living room and dropped onto your plush sofa, the both of you sinking into its depths. You felt the lull of sleep pulling at you.
"You gotta nice place here (Y/N), you don't have any roommates no?" Catching his questioning look you dropped your head against the back of the sofa and smirked.
"Lucky for you papi I live here alone." Thinking he hadn't heard you, you tilted your head and looked at him. Colour had flooded his cheeks, his eyes blown.
"Call me that again." His voice was a low whisper. Sitting up, you took his beer and placed yours and his on the table and shifted back closer to him.
"You like being called that huh?" Reaching over he wrapped his hand around your thigh, gently squeezing, his gaze was dark, slowly running over you.
"Maybe...say it again and see."
"Mmm okay... but first I um... I've been wanting to do something all day, if you don't mind."
"Huh... and what's that?" You felt your nerves kick in, you'd wanted to kiss Antonio since the first time you saw him two years ago. You'd watched him go through different girlfriends and casual dates, each of which ended after a few months. Leaning closer you traced his jaw with one hand. It felt slightly rough, no doubt tomorrow he would have a slight stubble showing. You didn't know at what point you did it, your brain must have gone blank. For the next time you blinked, you was leaning into 'Tonio and gently biting his lip. He let out a low moan, the hand that was on your thigh shifted to the back of it moving you forward to his lap. Obliging, you moved with him straddling his thick thighs all the while not taking your mouth off of him. Bringing both your hands up, you gently ran them through his hair messing up the painstakingly neat style he had. He was always so put together... which made it even more thrilling to be the one to bring that perfect composure crumbling down around him. Fisting your hands in his hair, you tugged on it. It must have been hard enough, as it caused him to suck in a sharp breath you kissed him, fiercely running your tongue against his own.
"Fuck..." he moaned into your mouth, grabbing your ass he hauled himself up pulling your legs around him and started down the hallway.
"On the left... my room." You dug your fingers into his shoulders, deepening the kiss. You heard the thud of the door as 'Tonio kicked it open. You expected to be thrown onto your bed, so it surprised you when he slowly laid you back, gently holding himself above you. Pulling away a little he looked down at you his breathing coming in short bursts.
"You... you okay with this?" Smiling you ran your thumb over his bottom lip,
"I'm very much okay with this papi." Dropping his head, he huffed out a laugh.
"Good." Before you could do anything, his hands were on your jogging bottoms pulling them down, reaching up you pulled your own shirt off exposing your bare chest, Antonio seemed to choke on his own words.
"Lord have mercy." Sitting up you unbuckled his belt and then his jeans, running your tongue against his exposed hip.
"The lord isn't going to help you tonight Detective." Dropping his head back he fisted his hands at his side, clearly trying to control himself. Standing up, you tugged on his shirt,
"Take this off." It took a moment for him to relax his shoulders, then allowed you to pull his shirt over his head. You felt your mouth instantly water at the sight of him. Reaching his hand up to your chin, he tilted your face up to him.
"You okay there firefighter?" Even though your face was tilted up, you couldn't take your eye off of his exposed chest.
"I um... I..." You absentmindedly ran your hand over him, tracing the dips, frowning at the years healed bullet wound in his chest. Leaning closer you pressed a kiss to his chest, slowly moving from one side to the other. 'Tonio let you do as you pleased as he reached up, removing your hair tie and letting it fall around your shoulders. He seemed to like how it looked, running it through his fingers multiple times before gently moving it aside to expose your neck and pressing his mouth against your pulse. Humming quietly you leaned into the touch enjoying the feeling. How many times had you imagined something like this? How many times had you thought about Antonio standing before you, allowing you to touch him, and kiss him as you pleased?
"Antonio?"
"Hmm?"
"You still have your jeans on."
"Mmm.." Chuckling you reached down pulled on the sides of his jeans, slowly pulling him round, pushing him to sit on the bed.
"Hey... I was enjoying myself there." Pulling his jeans off, you pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap.
"Well I thought you might enjoy this a bit more hmm?" Placing his hands on your hips you leaned closer so your lips barely brushed against his.
"I thought that maybe... you'd like to be the one cuffed for a change hmm?" His grin widened, sitting up a little he reached to his jeans pulled out his cuffs.
"Yes ma'am." Your eyes gleamed at them, reaching up to take them 'Tonio grabbed your wrist clipped one cuff on, pushed you onto your back and cuffed your other hand.
"HEY!" you protested loudly, as he kneeled between your legs he placed your hands above your head.
"Hey yourself..." running his hands down your body he stopped at your hips.
"You know... it took everything I had in me not to kiss you in that hallway today." His eyes continued to roam over your body along with his hands, looking up at you he smiled at the look on your face.
"Surprised?"
"I am... I just... I..." Licking your lips your breathing became heavy, your body tingling. It was only occurring to you now the situation you was in, cuffed, partially naked, Antonio kneeling between your shaking legs. 'Tonio tilted his head slightly, teasingly tracing his fingers on the inside of your thigh.
"Nervous?" His voice was a whisper, you could see how excited he was already. Throat going dry you shook your head,
"Not at all Detective." You didn't have a moment to think, before you knew it 'Tonio was kissing you fiercely, one hand gripping onto your ass the other pulling your leg around him. Raising your arms you placed them around his neck, digging your fingers into him. Antonio smiled into the kiss, raising his hand to lift your arms off of him and pinning them above your head.
"Uh-uh, you gotta be patient babe." Keeping your hands pinned above you, he ran his other hand down your side hooking his fingers into the edge of your panties slowly dragging them down your thighs. Moving his way down your body, he gently bit into your hips, running his tongue over the bite. Looking down at the site before you, you felt your breath stop in your chest. 'Tonio shifted himself further down, placing your legs over his shoulders he didn't give you a moments pause before he pressed his tongue against your centre. You couldn't help the moan that was pulled from you, the feeling of Antonio's mouth on you, along with his rough hands against the soft skin of your thighs was the best thing you had felt in months. You clenched your hands tightly above you, all you wanted to do was reach down and grab onto him, touch him in anyway you could. He kept up a pace just right to keep you on edge for what felt like forever.
"Please... 'Tonio... I can't." You couldn't keep still any more, even with Antonio holding your hips down, your skin was burning with excitement and you needed a release. Smirking, 'Tonio pulled himself up, looking down at your flushed face.
"You need something babe?"
"You... Detective... I need you... now." Leaning in to kiss you, 'Tonio pulled off his boxers and settled himself between your legs again. Raising one hand he pinned your wrists down, and trailed the other down your side.
"Please!" You begged, it was driving you mad to have him this close to you, to feel him and not be able to have him how you wanted.
"Mmm... I like it when you beg mi amor." Pulling your leg up over his hip, 'Tonio slowly pushed into you. Your eyes closed as you felt bliss slowly spread through your body. He seemed to catch his breath as he bottomed out, his hand twitching on your thigh.
"Christ Antonio..." Tilting your head, you saw he had also closed his eyes. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, then bit him gently. Pulling himself up a little, he looked down at you his eyes blown. Humming quietly to himself, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. Shifting his hips, he started to move slowly causing you to moan into the kiss. Pulling your arms up again you placed them around Antonio's neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Lifting your hips up slightly, you started to meet his movements with your own. Reaching down, he lifted one of your legs up over the crook of his arm, his pace quickening.
"Fuck... (Y/N), you feel so good." Huffing out a small laugh, you pulled on his hair slightly tugging him down to you, your voice merely a whisper.
"Then go faster papi." Antonio let out a low growl, pinning your hip down he started to move quicker, reaching back, you gripped onto the headboard. His mouth was on you, fiercely kissing you until your lungs burned through lack of air. You knew you would have a bruise on your hip from how hard he was gripping you, not to mention the bruises that would no doubt circle your wrists from the cuffs.
"(Y/N)... I'm so close."
"Me too... just... I need." Glancing down between you, Antonio understood what you wanted. Shifting his hand from your thigh, he started to circle your clit, pressing harder to match his thrust. White lights seemed to burst behind your eyes, your legs wrapping tightly around 'Tonio's waist.
"Antonio!" Calling his name you couldn't help but sink your teeth into his shoulder as you came, gripping onto him as your climax pulled you into a blissful state. 'Tonio followed close after you, your name falling from his lips as though a prayer, his head dropped into the dip of your neck. You didn't remember him stopping, just that the world around you became quiet, your hands has loosened their grip on his flushed skin, your head pressed gently against his.
"You with me Dawson?" You managed to mutter against him.
"Mmmhmm." Shifting himself he laid next to you, reaching for his jeans to grab the key to the cuffs. Offering your hands to him, he deftly unlocked them with the skill of a man who had done that a thousand times in his life.
"Ah shit (Y/N) your wrists." Sitting up a little, worry filled his face as he looked at the purple rings already forming on your wrists.
"Hey... don't worry I'll be fine. I've got some really good makeup that will cover these over." He glanced up at your face, his eyes filled with guilt.
"What if it doesn't?" Grinning, you winked at him,
"Well then I will just have to tell people that this new guy I'm seeing is a filthy bastard, amazing in bed and enjoys cuffing me." A small smirk flittered over his handsome face.
"Amazing huh?" Pulling him down, you kissed him deeply.
"Very amazing... although I may need to go a few more rounds... just to be sure." Eyes widening at your comment, you grinned widly.
"Well... maybe after we sleep off this long ass day we've just had, and after that... I think I'm going to sleep for a week." Smiling, Antonio leaned down and placed a kiss on each of your wrists, then turned and kissed you softly.
"Sounds good to me mi amor." Pulling you close to him, he wrapped his arm around you as you managed to pull up the duvet. Snuggling down, you felt Antonio's breathing become even as he slowly fell asleep. Humming quietly, you pressed a kiss to his chest glimpsing the marks you had left on him. Hopefully, he had a lot of high neck shirts to wear until it went down. Grinning to yourself, you settled down against him enjoying the feeling of finally having Detective Dawson all to yourself.
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TL;DR - Taking requests for CPD oneshots/prompts
Itching for more Voight content…
If anyone has an ask or would like to submit a prompt for me to write, please let me know! I love writing oneshots and have been itching for Hank lately, especially due to the events of 11x7 (-_-)
I also will write Antonio Dawson if requested. Other characters possible, at my discretion.
I don’t write smut, but I will walk the line. See my already written oneshots on my alt accounts, @musntbill and @random-weird-fandoms, linked below.
https://www.tumblr.com/musntbill/745434538137796608/hank-voight-oneshot-tw-some-violence-and-implied
https://www.tumblr.com/random-weird-fandoms/745473828069769216/and-here-is-part-2-of-that-oneshot-again-not
I can write “x reader” like the above, in any POV (first, second, third) as needed. I can do fluffy, angsty, or tense, or something else, just ask!
I am open to any and all ideas and pretty flexible. :) Feel free to comment, DM me, or drop something in my Tumblr inbox if you’d like. <3
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~*~this feels so right, it can’t be wrong as far as i can see~*~
a/n: my very good friend @lovelymary wanted my version of the brettonio and dawsey double date in episode seven of season five, so here it is. the lyrics and title come from "stay here forever" by jewel. this is basically before the date, the date and then after the date for both couples.
~*~this feels so right, it can be wrong so far as i can see~*~
pairing [s]: antonio dawson x sylvie brett and matthew casey x gabriela dawson
summary: double dating wasn't out of the realm of possibility when you were dating your partner's brother, but sylvie never expected her feelings for antonio to hit her so hard and so fast and for them to be so obvious to gabby and casey
rating: t
it's a big world
for a boy and a girl
letting go of it all
holding onto one another
"stay here forever" - by jewel
"You know," Gabby's tone was sly, her eyes sparkling and Matt knew he should brace himself for her next words, especially since he found his lap full of her petite body, her arms draped around his neck. Thankfully the blinds to his office were closed. He didn't need any grief from Severide about quickies at work and how he can't do the same with Kidd in his own office. "Sylvie and Antonio seem pretty steady," She observed, tracing the planes of his chest through his collared CFD shirt.
Matt was happy for Gabby's brother, he really was. He had come to consider Antonio a friend and not just his fiance's brother and an ally with the CPD. That didn't mean he wanted to hear about his relationship with one of his co-workers.
He felt his body relax as Gabby began to press kisses, soft but full of heat, against his jaw and he knew she was buttering him up for whatever she was about to tell him. He, however, wasn't going to complain as his own hands sunk into her thick glossy chocolate hair to anchor her lips to his skin.
"I was thinking," She murmured, her voice breathless and warm, making him groan. "We all happen to have off the Wednesday before my parents' big bash on Saturday, sooooo what if we did something together? Like grab dinner, dessert and we could dance too? You need all the practice you can get before you walk into that ballroom full of at least a hundred or so Latinos and Latinas, baby,"
"Are you saying I can't dance?" He joked, stroking her soft cheek with his thumb. "That's not what I said. I said you need practice. There's a difference," She laughed, unable to keep a straight face. "Just for that I should put you on hose duty," He remarked. "But because I know I can't say no to you about anything, we can double date with your brother and Brett. I get to pick the restaurant, though."
"You drive a hard bargain, Lieutenant. Buuuuut I bet I can change your mind."
A searing kiss was pressed to Matt's lips and then Gabby had thrown her shirt over her head, leaving her in a lace bra he definitely would have remembered. Suddenly picking the restaurant wasn't as important.
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You and Sylvie, me and Matt at Lakeshore's Wednesday night at 7 don't be late big brother I know where you live
Antonio shook his head as he saw the incoming text from Gabby. Double dating with his younger sister was always interesting to say the least. She was very protective of him, despite being the younger sibling. It took her years to warm up to Laura who had confessed to him on numerous occasions throughout their marriage, she still wasn't sure if Gabby liked her. But he was just as culpable, unable to turn off his cops instincts, which led him to chasing off a few of Gabby's boyfriends.
This was different. He'd known Matt for years now. Hell, the guy came to him to ask for the family's permission to marry Gabby. He was good people. And it wasn't like Sylvie was a stranger. But he knew Gabby wanted to see them interact together, to see neither of them was jumping into something they weren't prepared for.
It was silly he was a grown man in his 40s with two teenagers, but Sylvie made him feel like he was as much of a teenager as Eva and Diego actually were. With Laura things had burned hot and fast, then settled into a typically suburban life once he made detective. He couldn't remember the women, girls really, before her except for Angel Ramirez who went to high school with Gabby and Deana Cruz who was his first everything. So dating was new to him, honestly, and Sylvie's infectious energy had worn off on him.
"You have a visitor, Rico Suave," Came Platt's dry tone, drawing him out of his thoughts. Sylvie jauntily waved from behind the austere sargeant, her blue eyes as bright as her smile. Seeing her familiar blinding smile, he couldn't stop his lips from curving into one of their own, even as Ruzek cat called and Atwater remarked, "Bow chicka wow wow,"
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Sylvie Brett," Antonio mused, drawing her lithe frame into his strong frame. "Keep it PG you're on city property," Platt's tone was droll as she rolled her eyes while the detective drew the medic in for a soft kiss.
"I probably should have called ahead or at least texted. I just realized I don't know exactly when you guys take a lunch or a break," She was sheepish, peering at him through her velvet lashes. "Whenever we can," Antonio was honest. "It's rare we go to lunch at the same time twice in the same month. Lucky for you I haven't taken mine yet." He winked and she flushed, showing him the familiar brown paper bag from Lucky's.
"Lucky's?" Jay groaned from his desk. "That is not fair. Hey," He called to Erin across the bullpen. "Why don't you ever bring me a sandwich from Lucky's. I would bring you one."
"You lie," Erin rolled her eyes. "You insist we go dutch over stakeout snacks because you're a cheapskate, Halstead."
"No, I insist we go dutch on stakeout snacks because I respect you as a woman, Erin Lindsay. You wouldn't want a man to pay your way and I'm honoring that. I'm a feminist."
Antonio soaked in Sylvie's warm bubbly laughter as he guided her into the little kitchenette while Jay and Erin continued their playful squabble as Ruzek and Atwater decided between Lou Malnati's or Weiner Circle for their lunch.
"Oh, wow," Sylvie murmured, suddenly hesitant as she went to open the bag. "I just realized I didn't even ask Gabby what your order is. I don't even know what you like or don't like on your sandwich. Jeez…"
"Hey," Antonio's voice was warm, his large hand covering Sylvie's slender one. "It's a sandwich, baby girl. It's really not that complicated. Also, lucky," He laughs at the pun. "For you, I'm not picky and Gabby wouldn't have told you the right number combo anyway, so you'd show up here with the wrong sandwich."
"That is a very Gabby thing to do," Sylvie agreed as she unwrapped her number one combo, tuna salad with original potato chips and coleslaw on the side. "I suck at pranks." She pouted briefly but brightened when Antonio bit into his own sandwich and said, "Italian beef is one of the best things about living in Chicago. So I don't know if Gabby mentioned it but apparently you and I are going on a double date with her and Matt on Wednesday at Lakeshore's at 7pm sharp."
"Oh," Sylvie murmured. "It'll be the most painless double date I've ever been on that included Gabriela," Antonio said, his warm smile making Sylvie relax. "I know Matt and she knows you. Also, I'll get to see you in a dress again. That last little number you wore… Wow."
Sylvie flushed prettily and they spoke intermittently while finishing up their lunch. A kiss they wished could have lingered was shared and it was back to doing what they did best; keeping the city of Chicago safe.
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"We can always cancel," Matt offered, his blue eyes going dark and appreciative when Gabby emerged from their master bathroom in a gorgeous aquamarine colored dress with a high neckline and a slit that revealed a flash of her toned thigh. The silver heels she wore added a few inches to her petite frame and emphasized her legs, making Matt want nothing more than to keep her here in their bedroom.
"You're cute when you're trying to be funny," Gabby mused as she put her earrings in and made last minute adjustments. "If Brett looks half as good as you do, I'm sure Antonio wouldn't mind," Matt all but growled as he moved his hands over Gabby's curves. "Listen Lieutenant, you're playing with fire," Her voice was low and sultry.
"Oh, yeah? And what if that's exactly what I want to do?" He challenged.
"Matt," Gabby warned, her eyes narrowing while her hands anchored themselves to his broad shoulders. "Gabby," He murmured, bending to draw her perfect pout into a heated kiss.
"No, no, nope," Gabby pushed at Matt's firm chest and backed herself up against their dresser, putting space between them. "I literally threatened Tonio when I texted him that he better be at Lakeshore's with Sylvie or I would find him. We are going on this double date, Matthew, so keep your hands to yourself, mister."
"But what I want to do is more fun. Also, we have a free house tonight since Louie's staying with your parents," Matt threw out one last Hail Mary. "That is true, but you know what? We can have plenty of fun," Gabby's eyebrows waggled up and down as she smirked. "After we go on this double date because when we come back we'll still have a free house. And you can guarantee we'll have fun if you're a good boy."
"Now who's playing with fire, Gabby?" Matt groans and her beautiful face is nothing but triumphant as she adjusts his suit jacket so it sits properly on his broad shoulders and winks as she sways her hips back and forth when she leaves their bedroom.
Matt is hot on her heels and as they leave, he tells her, "You better make this worth it, Gabriela Dawson."
Gabby shakes her head, mouth opening in mock offense, "You dare doubt my seduction prowess, Matthew Casey?"
"Never," He moaned as they kissed each other passionately before he put his truck in gear and made his way toward the restaurant.
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"Oh," Sylvie couldn't hide the obvious admiration in her voice as she opened her apartment's door to a handsomely dressed Antonio. Lakeshore's was a more upscale restaurant than she would have thought Gabby and Matt would want to go to but seeing the good looking detective in a suit made her send them a silent thank you for choosing the restaurant they did.
"I'll say," His gruff voice sent a shudder racing through her body, his eyes darker than their usual soft warm brown. Maaaaybe she could tell Gabby her tuna salad from Lucky's made her sick and they could reschedule?
"None of that," Antonio chuckled, drawing her against him. "As much as I'd love to stay and see what's under that very gorgeous dress, I am not facing Gabriela when she is on the warpath. You will be on your own."
"You wouldn't be my knight in shining armor and save me?" Sylvie drapes her arms around his neck and batted her lashes. "You know I would," He assured, the honesty punching her like a right hook she never saw coming but there was a warmth behind his vow that made her feel safe and wanted and she knew she would never get enough of that feeling.
"This is going to be great," He kissed the soft tip of her pert nose. "You have nothing to worry about, baby girl. It's Matt and Gabby." He reminded her and with a warm kiss to her lips, they were on their way to the restaurant.
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Gabby had never seen Antonio like this, not even when he was a teenager and wrapped around Deana Cruz's finger. His arm was slung over the back of Sylvie's chair and occasionally as she told a funny story about confusing parsnips for carrots on their first date, he would lean in and press his face into the slender column of her neck. Or when Gabby reminded her of the crazy call where they literally rescued a cat from a tree because neither of them could say no to their frequent flyer Mrs Marsden, he looked at her with such warmth and softness she wondered if he had been body snatched.
She knew her big brother was a softie behind his tough Chicago Cop image, but he had never been so… affectionate, she supplied taking a long slow sip of her wine. Not even with Laura.
Laura was a good wife and a good mother, Gabby would never say otherwise she just wasn't good at being a cop's wife. Especially after Antonio got shot in the fallout of Pulpo's release and how quickly he wanted to go back to work.
She didn't want to see him get hurt either, but Antonio would have gone nuts as a small town cop in Wisconsin. He would have come back to Chicago faster than Towes going through the neutral zone on a breakaway and they would have ended up exactly where they were now.
"Look at the time," Gabby wasn't being subtle at all and she knew it, but if she had to watch Antonio nuzzle - ewwww - Sylvie's nose again, she might throw up her very expensive steak. "Sylvie and I have to go, uh, powder our noses. You boys play nice," The pure confusion from her three dinner companions didn't deter Gabby as she stood up and practically dragged Sylvie to the bathroom with her.
"Don't puppy dog eye me, Brett. When you look at me like that, it's like looking at an injured baby bird and then I have no choice but to nurse your broken wing back to health."
"Sorry! It's just, um, I mean I know you like me but that's as an ambo partner, a coworker and a friend. But now your brother and I are dating and that's different…"
"If Antonio got shot again what would you do?"
Beating around the bush wasn't going to do either of them any good. Gabby had never hated Laura more than when she had abandoned Antonio and took Eva and Diego with her. He put on a brave face but she saw right through it. She didn't think anything could make her big brother who had been her rock her whole life crumble and then Laura took his kids away. She still remembered being in the hospital and seeing him holding tiny Eva in her pink blanket and how he vowed to make Chicago the safest city in the world just for her. Then he made the same vow to Diego five years later.
Laura had made her own vows and not in a maternity suite at Chicago Med, either but in a church in front of God and their families and she broke them.
Gabby wasn't going to watch Antonio be abandoned again.
She studied Sylvie's pretty features as every emotion played out across her face, settling into her big blue eyes that always gave her away. "I don't understand," She admitted softly and Gabby softened her stance as she took her friend's hand in her own. "I know this sounds like a test and I probably won't do a good job convincing you that it isn't," Gabby laughed. "But it's not a test. It's just… okay, so I know you know the basics about my big brother. How he was married, has two kids, is a good boxer yada yada. But did he tell you he's been shot three times on the job?"
The look on Sylvie's face said it all and to be fair that wasn't exactly - even with the jobs they had - a conversation for the first few dates.
"I'm not trying to scare you away. I promise. That's the last thing I want to do, actually. Obviously, this is all really new and there's a lot you're going to learn about Antonio. Like he drinks straight from the orange juice carton, if you leave an open bag of Oreos around just kiss it goodbye and do not let him make cafe` too much cream and sugar, he'll give you a cavity. You would think we were Cuban and not Dominican. But if it's black, it means he's working a rough case. Anyway," Gabby dismissed giving Sylvie's hand a gentle squeeze. "My point is, Laura - even though they were married for almost twenty years - wasn't cut out for being a cop's wife. The last time Antonio got shot, she didn't want him to go back to Intelligence. She wanted him to go out to Crystal Lake where her sister lives and be the Sheriff of Mayberry or whatever."
Sylvie frowned. Obviously there was a lot she was going to learn about Antonio and she couldn't wait to learn all the little things even the annoying ones Gabby mentioned but the big things, too. But from what she knew about him just being Gabby's brother, a small town cop - like the ones she knew in Fowlerton - he was not.
A cold shiver raced up her spine at the thought of him being hurt but the last thing she would want is him resenting her because she was being a worry wart.
Looking into Gabby's gentle brown eyes, she knew the only thing she could do was be honest. "I would be scared," Her voice was soft. "But I knew - even before we started this - that his job was dangerous, that there was the possibility he could get hurt. If he didn't put himself in harm's way, he wouldn't be as good at his job as he is. Just like we wouldn't be as good at ours. We go - all of us at 51 and everyone at the 21st - where everyone else is too afraid to go and if the mother of his children couldn't change that about him, how could I? And I wouldn't want to," Her cheeks flush. "The fact that he's so brave…"
"Okay," Gabby held up her hand. "That's my brother. I don't want to hear it. Tell me about how annoying it is when he criticizes how you fold your towels or shows you how your spice rack should be organized. Actually," Gabby laughs, eyes brightening. "He is going to die if you don't have any Sason` in your cabinet and complain how he can't work like this when he tries to make you breakfast and then he'll take you out. He can cook like five things, okay?"
Sylvie laughs as Gabby wraps an arm around her shoulders while they leave the bathroom together and she can't wait to tell her about all of her brother's annoying habits just like she can't wait to learn more about him as the months go on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Antonio couldn't stop himself from checking his watch. Gabby and Sylvie had been gone longer than they should have been. Her flimsy excuse was easy to see through and though he and Matt had become friendly over the years, they didn't exactly talk each other's ear off when they saw each other.
Taking a sip of his beer, he cleared his throat and asked, "Has Gabby made Louie sit through a Hawks game yet?"
Louie - his nephew, he had to remind himself because he still couldn't believe Gabriela would pull something like this, fostering - and adopting - a baby she rescued from a fire - was a safe subject. Next to sports he was the safest thing he and Matt could talk about while his sister grilled his date in the ladies' room.
When this whole thing started, Gabby wanting to foster Louie, Antonio figured she and Matt were on the same page about it and though they got there eventually he couldn't help but be wary of it. Children were a huge commitment and a kid who had already been through so much before turning three was a whole nother story.
But he was happy they found their footing and judging from the smile on Matt's face as he said, "He stayed up for the entire third period last night. Saw Kane's game winner and everything. Gabby couldn't have been prouder," things between them were going well and that's all he ever wanted; his baby sister to be happy, to have a family of her own.
"Oh, yeah? Well, spring training's right around the corner so you better make sure she has him rooting for the Cubbies too, aye? And the Bears when football season comes around. The Bulls, too. That's the best part of bein' a Dad, you know? They sit on your lap while you watch the game and talk nonsense and babble and try to grab at you while you're tryin' to watch the game. Diego was famous for that," Antonio laughed and Matt nodded. "Louie has really warmed up to me the past few days. I thought he'd always be Gabby's after everything," The Lieutenant admitted. "He asked me to read him his bedtime story the other night."
"That's great, Matt," Antonio's tone was genuine and Matt smiled just as he saw Gabby emerge from the ladies' room, Brett right behind her.
"Finally," Antonio groused, fixing Gabby with a pointed stare. "Another minute and Matt and I were gonna bang the door to the ladies' room down."
"You were not. We were gone, like, five - ten - minutes, tops. Anyway, who is ready for dessert?" Gabby asked as she sent a wink to Sylvie who gave her a grateful smile.
After the foursome split a piece of the restaurant's famous seven layer chocolate cake, they said their goodbyes before walking to their respective vehicles.
"This was really nice," Sylvie admitted as she hugged Gabby closely. "We have to do it again, but something less fancy. Oooh," Her blue eyes were bright as she suggested, "We could go to Navy Pier and play all the games! I threw a mean skee ball and I have knocked down many a milk bottle at the Fowlerton County Fair. Louie could come and maybe…" She looked over her shoulder at Antonio. "Eva and Diego would want to also?"
"The Pier's probably one of the few places they'd still want to be seen in public with me," Antonio joked, placing a soft kiss on Sylvie's head as he pulled her close. "If we do it on a weekend, I could swing it with Laura for sure. And they would love to meet their cousin and it's been to long since they've seen their Tia and Tio Mateo over there,"
"Shut up," Gabby giggled, punching Antonio's shoulder. "Also, you are so on, Brett. I kick ass at skee ball. I'm going to win Louie, one of those giant stuffed animals."
"Not if I win him one at water balloon darts," Matt teased Gabby as he reached to shake Antonio's hand. "When the details are ironed out just, uh, let us know and we'll be there. It'll be fun."
The Dawson siblings hugged and each pair headed to a different part of the city.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As Matt unlocked the door to the apartment, Gabby's cell phone rang. Seeing her mom's phone number on the caller id, she couldn't stop the panic rushing through her. Was something wrong with Louie?
"Mom," She couldn't hide the breathlessness in her tone because Camille said, "Breathe mija Louie is fine. He was about to settle in and asked for Matt. He wants the same bedtime story Matt read to him the other day."
"Oh, really?" Gabby couldn't help the pride in her voice. It hadn't been easy for Matt to adjust to Louie, even the idea of him, but now they seemed to have found their footing. Her heart lifted from the thought of their son asking for him like he would have done for her at first.
"It's for you," Gabby mused, eyes sparkling as she handed a confused Matt her phone.
"Story please," Matt heard Louie's familiar small voice say and he had to smile. "Well, you said the magic word so I guess I have to tell you a story, huh big guy? Let me get settled and I'll pick out the book I read last time, okay?"
He and Gabby both changed and he put Louie on speaker as Gabby settled into his arms, her head on his chest. He kissed her softly and then told Louie, "Guess what, buddy? Your Mommy's here, too, so I hope it's okay that she gets to hear your story."
"Hi, Mommy," Matt felt an intense warmth go through him as Gabby's whole face lit up. Then Louie said something that made both of their hearts stutter. "Go ahead, Daddy. Tell the story," His impatience, a rare occurrence, was so cute and they laughed as Matt cleared his throat and began to read.
"Fi-fi-fo-fum," he started reading Jack and the Beanstalk. When he was finished, he kissed Gabby as passionately as ever, after they said goodnight to Louie. "He called me Daddy," The awe was unmistakable in his tone and Gabby returned his passionate kiss in kind. "I know," She was equally marveled. "We're Mommy and Daddy now." Her voice was soft and gentle.
"Yeah, we are." Matt confirmed, holding her close as they drifted off, both of them so content.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What did you and Gabby talk about in the ladies' room?" Antonio wasn't one to go fishing for information but this thing with Sylvie was so new and it was the first real thing he wanted to pursue since Laura walked out, so it all felt very fragile and precious.
Sylvie bit her lip as she fumbled with the hem of the CPD T-shirt Antonio was letting her borrow. It smelled just like him; warm like his cologne, clean like his aftershave and something spicy underneath. It's not like Gabby swore her to secrecy but everything was so new between her and Antonio, it was like they were in their own little bubble and she didn't want it to burst.
"Hey," His tone was warm as he lifted her chin. "You don't have to tell me. If you don't want to, tell me to back off and I will." He assured.
He was so hard to resist standing in front of her wearing just checkered pajama pants that sat low in the prominent grooves of his hips. Confronted with the sight of his tattoos and bare chest, she didn't know how she was controlling herself.
Along his ribcage she could see the scars from the gunshot wounds that had healed. Reaching out with ginger fingertips, she touched them and soon his large hand was covering hers, stopping her exploring.
"That was a rough time," He admitted. "The fallout of it all. The last thing I wanted to do was let that son of a bitch ever see a sliver of daylight that wasn't in a prison yard, but there was nothing I could do. Strings were pulled and a bigger fish was gonna fry. And, uh, I probably came back too soon after but all I ever wanted to be was a Chicago cop. Couldn't do that bein' Barney Fife in Crystal Lake."
"The first time," Sylvie blushed, the apples of her cheeks going red. "I didn't even notice. I was, ahem, busy with other things, apparently." Antonio chuckled as he shook his head and pulled her tight to his fit frame. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you, Antonio. This is all happening so fast and I'm feeling so much and I don't want to scare you away…"
"You couldn't. Nothing could. It's all new for me and comin' at me faster than I thought it would. We'll figure this all out together. It ain't always gonna be smooth sailin' like this, but us Dawsons don't turn tail when things get a little rocky."
"I know it won't. But I've never really felt like this before. You're different from Harrison and Cruz. You're someone I can see a future with, someone I want a future with."
"I want that same future, Sylvie Brett."
"Are you sure? Because the future I want involves a lot less clothes, but you look pretty tired, Detective…"
Sylvie couldn't finish her sentence as Antonio suddenly lifted her from her feet and tossed her onto his bed. She was breathless as he stripped her of his CPD T-shirt and his lips left her skin searing with heat as she begged for more.
It wouldn't always be like this, but they knew this - what was brewing so strongly between them already - was going to be worth fighting for.
They knew this was something real. More real than they expected but not unwelcome.
Laying together, tangled up in the sheets, her fingers tracing the ink that wrapped around his bicep, his face buried in the crook of her neck, they felt happier than either had in so long and knew they would only continue to feel happy as long as they had each other.
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if you want, ask my about a wip 🤷🏽♀️
WIP #1 - Crazy about you (Antonio Dawson x Asian OFC!Andrea Moore)
WIP #2 - Irresistible (Hank Voight x Asian OFC!Gracie Rose)
WIP #3 - Dear Evelyn (Hank Voight x Asian OFC!Evelyn Jones)
WIP #4 - The new colleague (Hank Voight x Asian OFC!Abigail Barlowe)
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