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poppadom0912 · 9 months

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Uncle and Niece

Characters: Will Halstead x Daughter!Reader, Jay Halstead x Niece!Reader, Adam Ruzek, Kelly Severide, Sylvie Brett, Antonio Dawson

Warnings: Nothing

Summary: Everyone is introduced to the uncle and niece duo.

A/N: The ending of this was very rushed because it got really awkward and I didn't want it to get to long. I dont really like this but I am posting this in celebration of me getting my first job!!!!

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Jay hummed to himself, idly scrolling through his phone reading some messages while he took the occasional sip of his coffee. He managed to get a full night sleep without getting woken up by someone calling about a crime scene, allowing him to wake up earlier than usual.

Making sure everything was clean and clear, Jay clipped his gun and badge to his belt, slipping on his jacket but before he could open the door on his own accord, his doorbell rung, confusing him as to who would be at his apartment at this time.

With caution, Jay opened to door and was surprised to be met with a frantic looking Will. The doctors hair was a total mess, bags under his eyes, his coat haphazardly put on over his scrubs, his bag just about sitting on his shoulder with his hand clutching a smaller hand.

"I am so sorry but I need a really big favour man." Will said, panting as he just about managed to get all his words out. He looked like hell but his little girl on the other hand, no a single hair of hers was out of place.

Looking back and forth from the father and daughter duo, Jay eventually connected the dots, sighing as he did so. Going through all the possible scenarios in his head as to what the worse would happen if he went forward with this really big favour.

"The daycare at Med isn't open and no one is available to babysit but I had no idea you were working. You know what? Leave it, it's fine, forget I ever asked." Will rambled, only now noticing that Jay was leaving for work.

"Dude, it's fine." Jay shook his head, huffing as though he was hurt at Will trying to leave. "I'll take her to work with me. Everyone will love her and it'll be our first official time hanging out together."

"You sure?" Will replied, apprehensive as he let go of Faith's hand, letting her hold Jay's instead. "I owe you man."

"Nah, it's fine." Jay shook his head again, smiling down at his niece. "We'll have fun at the precinct."

"Alright Faith, be good for Uncle Jay Jay, okay? Make sure he stays out of trouble." Will said, bending down so he was eye level with his daughter. A smile she inherited from him plastered her lips as she bid her goodbyes, pressing a loving kiss on his cheek as she waved him away.

"Bye daddy! I love you too much!" Faith shouted down the hallway, watching Will hurry into the elevator, not wanting to be late. "I love you!"

"I love you too baby!" Will shouted in reply, enthusiastically reciprocating her wave which totally contrasted his completely messed up appearance.

With the elevator doors closing, Jay and Faith were left alone for the first time in both their lives. Looking down at the three year old, the three year old craning her neck to look up at her thirty something uncle, she gave him a toothy grin sending this weird feeling in Jay's gut. All of a sudden, he felt this strong urge to protect this little being with all his livelihood no matter what the universe sent this way. It was weird.

"Okay, let's go to work."

*****

For the entire car ride, without being prompted to, Faith was rambling on about anything that came to mind and Jay was intently listening even though he struggled to make out a few words. Faith spoke about her toys, her amazing father and how excited she was now that she was three since it was her birthday a month before Will suddenly showed up in Chicago.

With her much smaller hand in his, it was weird as to how something so small could exist but it was a miracle it could, the uncle and niece duo walked into the 21st precinct. Jay patiently held her hand at all times as she took one step at a time, the steps were much bigger than the normal ones she was used to but she denied any of his help.

Before Jay could make a clean escape, making a dash towards the metal gates, he was stopped by a very familiar voice causing him to come to a halt, screwing his eyes shut at the impending doom he was about to face.

"Chuckles, what do you have here?" Trudy projected, her hands on her hips when she noticed the tiny human being accompanying one of her detectives.

"Sargent, this is my brothers daughter Faith. Remember Will? The doctor?" Jay replied apprehensively, crossing his fingers he wouldn't get reemed in the middle of the district.

"Sure, anyways, Faith is an amazing name for such an adorable girl." Trudy, shrugged it off, leaning over the desk as she started gushing over the toddler. "I see your uncle missed out on those beautiful red locks, disappointing really."

Faith smiled, giggling despite not understanding what Trudy meant but Jay did and he felt slightly offended. "Okayy and that's enough for one day, we'll be upstairs if you need us sarge."

"It's time to say bye now Faith. Say bye Trudy!"

"Bye Bye!" Faith smiled, waving at the older woman who unbeknownst to her had become the most amazing person in the three year olds eyes.

*****

Whoever came up into intelligence, their footsteps could be heard against the wood flooring, allowing all the detectives to know who was coming up based on the force or speed but this was confusing.

There was definitely more than one person, one being bigger than the other but both going at the same slow pace. No one was able to make out who it was till they made an appearance.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jay and Faith made it to the top of the staircase and were in the bullpen. For Jay, it was nothing amazing and he was here everyday, it was basically his second home but for Faith, it was both scary but amazing.

"Woah! Who's incredibly adorable kid did you kidnap?" Adam teased, a smirk on his face, being the first to notice the little girl that no one knew. Getting up from his spinning chair, he set down his coffee and leaned against his desk to get a better look at the duo.

"Jay, you never told us you had a daughter." Erin said accusingly, also smirking as she joined in the teasing. She was slightly shocked but easily hid it along with her confusion and slight irritation.

"Her name is Faith and she's my niece." Jay said with some pride, introducing Faith to all his colleagues. "My brother put me on babysitting today, so I expect all of you to be on your best behaviour."

"Sir yes sir." Adam's smirk didn't falter, walking towards the pair, bending down so he could offer his hand. "It's lovely to meet you Faith, I'm Adam."

"Hi." Faith replied, taking his hand confidently but she didn't move, simply holding it. She smiled at him, flashing a toothy grin in his direction. "Are you a superhero like Jay Jay too?"

"Indeed I am, aren't you smart?" Adam said rhetorically, pushing himself up so everyone else could talk to you. "We're gonna get along great."

"So Adam's already introduced himself." Jay rolled his eyes, pointing at Adam who stood proudly with his hands in his pocket. "This is Antonio, Erin, Al and my boss is Hank. They're all detectives like me."

At his last five words, Faith's whiskey coloured eyes automatically brightened and everyone noticed. She shuffled on her feet, her eyes sparkling in wonder as she looked at them all.

"Hey, you wanna hear a funny story about your uncle cause I've got too many." Antonio spoke up, smiling at the widening smile on the three-year-olds face at the mention of stories. Without a second thought, her hand was out of Jay's grasp and she walked straight to the Latino who picked her up, sitting her on his desk.

Besides Hank and Al, Antonio had the most and probably best experience with children and it definitely showed.

With a soft smile, Jay watched as the senior detective divuldged into a most likely embarrassing story before he walked away, slipping past Erin and moving towards Hank who he had much to explain to.

*****

Thanking all the forces in power today, Jay's brows scrunched in confusion at the purple hair tie that had somehow ended up around his fingers, a cute plastic flower cheaply glued to the front of it.

Throughout the day, Faith had been given a tour of the bullpen and even had the chance of manning the front desk with Trudy when intelligence went out.

It was just after lunch and Faith had woken up from a very good nap, the painless indentations on her face proving such. But, her hair had gotten completely messed up and Jay was now stuck.

Faith giggled at the confusion painting her uncles face, the adorable sounds washing away any of the impatience Jay just had. It was crazy how the toddler made him feel, even though she wasn't his own child.

"You know what, you look great Faith." Jay shrugged, tucking her red curls behind her ears, patting down the uncontrolled frizz all around before picking her out of her carseat and gently setting her on the ground.

For the billionth time today, Faith found herself in awe of the firehouse. She had only ever seen them in her cartoons and despite her excitement, she could feel the nervousness bubbling in her stomach at how big everything was in real life.

As if sensing her miniscule amount of anxiety, Jay scooped the toddler into his arms dramatically and walked up the apron and into the firehouse where he could see squad sitting at their table.

Jay's sudden action shocked her, sending butterflies in her stomach as she shrieked, laughter easily following suit when he wouldn't set her down despite her poor pleas.

The sound of childish laughter interrupted any conversation happening at the squad table, all their heads turning to find the source and to say they were confused was the least they could say.

"Hey man, you good? Whose baby did you kidnap?" Kelly asked, getting up from his chair, giving the detective a typical bro hug while minding the toddler perched on his hip.

"You remember my brother right, he's a doctor at med." Jay said, continuing when the lieutenant nodded. "This is his daughter Faith. Faith, this is one of my friends Kelly, he's a firefighter. Can you say hi?"

"Why do you have a girls name if your a boy?"

Her innocent question shocked them all. Jay's eyes went wide as he stared at his niece, Kelly was a mix between laughter and shellshock while the three squad members immediately began laughing.

"Faith, I what-"

"Oh my gosh! Who is this beauty?" Sylvie said, preening at the sight of the girl as she exited the ambulance. "She looks exactly like the new doctor at Med you know. Oh yeah, did you know that he has the same surname as you Jay, crazy."

"That's my brother Sylvie and this is his daughter Faith." Jay replied with ease, a smile on his face at the rambling paramedic.

Before she could address the fact that he had a brother, she frowned as she cast eyes on Faith's unruly hair.

"Does she have a hair tie?"

"Yeah, it's here, why?"

"Give her here."

And with that, the blonde paramedic disappeared into the firehouse with his niece and her cheap hair tie gone from his wrist.

"Boden's waiting for you inside his office Jay."

"Oh yes! I actually have work to do. Thanks severide."

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samantha-chicago · 1 year

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Chicago PD Masterlist

Reaction (Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek x Everleigh Lindsay)

Photographs (Antonio Dawson, Intelligence x Reader)

Baby (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Panic (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Shooting (Adam Ruzek x Manning!Reader)

Saving Him ( Reader x Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Intelligence, Med)

Back Home (Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader (Wife), Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater)

Back In Town (Reader x Adam Ruzek, Kelly Severide, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Intelligence + More) Part I Part 1 *NSFW* Part 2

Blood (Kevin Atwater x Reader)

No Air (Adam Ruzek x reader, Kelly Severide x sister!reader)

That's Alvin Olinksy (Leslie Shay x Halstead!Reader)

Meet The Boyfriend (Dante Torres x reader)

Protective *NSFW* (Dante Torres x Atwater!reader)

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callsign-dexter · 7 months

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Undercover Desires (18+)

Request: Alright, I have an idea 💡 I'd also ask this for my bday but then I feel bad for all other which requested before me :(

Another Antonio one where they're a couple and she works as an officer on the road, but one time Hank asks her to help them out undercover, all dressed up hot and sexy, which makes Antonio really jealous and possessive but he can stay professional. Just until they get home, where he rips of her dress and shows you that every part of you belongs to him ? 🥵💗

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Cop!Reader

Warnings: smut, implied smut, swearing, fluff, angst

A/N: happy birthday to the anon that sent this request in! I hope you like it!

You loved your job and wouldn’t give anything up for it. You liked the thought of working in Intelligence but you liked being out there on the streets more. You are a cop for Chicago PD and currently loving it. You also didn’t want to put your boyfriend’s, Antonio Dawson, job at risk and risk the chance of clouding his head if you two did work together. You and Antonio have been together 2 going on 3 years and you loved each other with everything you got and you wouldn’t trade anything for it.

Intelligence was currently working on a case and you could tell it was a tough one considering the way Antonio would come and collapse. Every other cop had been asked to help on the case but it wasn’t as in depth as Intelligence was working. You wished you could help more but right now all you could do was patrol the streets and alert if something was out of the ordinary. The case was about how a man would abduct ladies at a bar and then sexually assault them and then end up killing them and dumping them. The FBI should’ve been called in but Intelligence was given a chance to catch the person before the feds were called.

You had gotten home from work before Antionio and had changed out of your work clothing and started some dinner. It wasn’t even 30 minutes until your boyfriend had walked into the shared apartment with a sigh and keys hitting the table beside the entry way. You turned around and smiled at him sympathetically. “Hey, Baby. Rough day?” You asked him already knowing the answer.

“Very. We aren’t any closer than when we started.” He said and walked over to you and hugged you and you returned the hug.

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help out. Food will be ready in 10 min.” You said when you released each other.

“You’re doing all that you can, Babe. Anything I can do to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No. You go and get changed and it’ll be ready by the time you get out here.” You said knowing his routine and how he liked to take a quick shower after work to as he puts it ‘wash off the day’. True to your word when he joined you back into the kitchen and you had already began to plate his food. He smiled and took the plate from you and kissed you, you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss. He pulled away and then you plated your food and joined him at the table but not before grabbing two beers and opening them and sitting one in front of him.

“Have I told you lately about how beautiful and sexy you are?” He asked and you furiously blushed and dipped your head and shook your head.

“No, I don’t think so.” You say looking up at him still blushing and you could see the light twinkling in his eyes.

“Well, in that case you are one sexy woman. The most beautiful one I’ve seen and don’t know how lucky I got to call you mine.” He said and that had you blushing even more. Let’s just say you both didn’t finish your supper and headed off to bed early.

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The next morning you both woke up cuddled into each other’s arms with no clothing on. You smiled at each other and then started to get ready for the day. When you were ready you kissed each other and headed to the precinct. You normally didn’t ride together due to the different times you both got off. When you arrived, you kissed each other and went your separate ways but not before telling each other that you loved one another and to be safe.

As you we greeted Trudy and she gave you a look of annoyance and rolled her eyes as you walked past her to grab the keys to your cruiser. While you grabbed them Hank walked in and spotted you. He walked over to you and you looked up and smiled at him. “Hey, Hank. What’s up?” You asked and he smiled at you.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m gonna need your help with something.” He said

“Yea, of course, what is you need?” You asked this is what you had been hoping for.

“We need someone to go undercover and we can’t send it Hailey or Kim. They would be recognized almost instantly and they don’t look like the woman he has been taking. I want someone that hasn’t been seen with us and you also look the other women.” He said and you thought about it and you seriously wanted to help.

“Absolutely, I would do anything to help you guys.” You said and you could see some of the tension fall from his face.

“Thank you so much.” He said and you nodded “Be ready up in Intelligence in an hour. I’ll have the girls help you get ready and wired.” He said “Also I need you to wear something that would catch his eye. So, if you have anything at home I would suggest going and getting it.” He added and you nodded.

“You got it.” You said and he thanked you one last time and then you both headed your separate ways. When you got your car, you headed to your and Antonio’s apartment to grab a form fitting dress and some high heels. The dress didn’t cost much and had been saving it for any occasion and what better occasion then a short undercover operation?

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You patrolled the area for awhile until it was time to head to the precinct. When you arrived, you parked the car and headed in with your stuff. Trudy looked at you and walked over and punched in the code to let you up. You smiled at her and she smiled back and shook her head. You both were good friends and liked to tease each other and it just flowed smoothly.

You walked up the stairs and everyone greeted you but Antonio and you could see the wheels turning in his head and he shook his head. “Did Hank put you up to this?” He asked you and you just smirked.

“He asked me and I said yes. No shame in helping out.” You said and walked over to him and kissed him which he returned.

“Glad you’re here.” Hank said and you broke the kiss to look at him “Kim and Hailey will help you get ready.” He said and the girls mentioned came up and took both of your arms and headed into the locker room.

“So, how bad is Antonio freaking out about this?” You asked with a smirk as you started to remove your uniform.

“He didn’t know who we got to do it until you walked in.” Kim said and you shook your head.

“It’s going to be an easy one. Get in there have him confess and get out.” Hailey said and you nodded you slid on the dress.

“Since you’re going to be wearing a dress, we got a necklace with a mic in it so we can hear everything.” Kim said and you nodded your head and they put the necklace on you. You all continued to talk while they got you ready to go. Once you all were done you put on your heels and headed out to the bullpen. Kevin, Jay and Adam complimented you but Antonio had yet to say anything but you could tell by the way his pupils dilated that he had liked it and could he wanted to shield you from other guys.

“Antonio?” You asked with a smirk and you could see how he was having a hard time controlling himself.

“You look perfect, Babe.” He said while looking you up and down.

“Ok, now that you’re ready we can get going.” Hank said and you all nodded and headed out to the van and the vehicles. You knew what you were doing to Antonio, you could see him squirming in his sit and had to adjust himself several times.

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They briefed you one more time and then you were heading into the bar. Some catcalls were made at you and you just knew Antonio was not taking it well. When that man gets possessive, he gets turned on and it led to some incredibly great and rough sex, which you loved. You found a seat the bar and waited and you didn’t have to wait too long until a man approached you.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked you and you turned to look at him, he was handsome, tall, dark hair, a dazzling smile, and chocolate-colored eyes. You smiled at him.

“No, not at all.” You said and he sat down.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He said

“My work is demanding but I decided to take sometime for myself.” You said and you knew you were lying.

“My name is Tyler Shane.” He said

“Well nice to meet you, Tyler. I’m Abbigail Lawson.” You said giving a completely fake name. You could just imagine Antonio smirking.

“Well, what do you say to getting out of here?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. Your place or mine?” You asked.

“Mine.” He said as you began leaving with him you made sure to adjust your necklace a sign that you had him. Once you reached outside and began heading towards the car Intelligence jumped out.

“Chicago PD!” Hank yelled out and Tyler put his hands up while Hank cuffed him and Antonio came over to you and wrapped his jacket around you.

“You fucking bitch! You’re a cop?!” Tyler yelled out looking at you and before you could respond Antonio beat you to it.

“You bet she is. She’s a damn good one.” He said and pulled you closer to him shielding you away from Tyler. Hailey and Kim came over to you and removed the necklace and then you all went on your way.

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When you all arrived back to the police station Hank allowed Antonio to take you home and Trudy didn’t even say a word. You decided to leave your car there and ride with Antonio back home. The ride home was all sexual tension. Antonio had his hand on your high and it was slowly rising to the hem of the dress. “My girl is badass.” He said and his voice had gone an octave lower a sign that he was really turned on. His hand slid up further until it reached your underwear and he started to stroke you which quickly had you a moaning mess.

“Antonio.” You moaned out and then you were stopped at a stoplight he leaned over and kissed your neck. That and the combination of him slowly stroking you had you hot and bothered. The light turned green and he didn’t move until a car horn blew and then he returned his attention back to the road he pulled his hand away and whimpered at the loss of friction. He smirked and drove the rest of the way to the apartment. He as hard and you could tell from the bulge in his jeans. You reached over and rubbed him and he actually swerved but quickly corrected himself.

You arrived back to the apartment and he parked and killed the engine and you both walked into the apartment. When you got the elevator, he pressed the button and when it opened you two walked inside thankful nobody was there. Once the door was shut, he had his mouth on yours and hand returning to your soaking hot core. “So wet for me and only me.” He said and bit your sweet spot and you moaned. You were close and could feel that rubber band tightening just a little more and it would snap. He seemed to have had noticed that because he pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger into you and began to finger fuck you. He had you a moaning mess. He then curled his finger hitting your g-spot and it was over you came over his hand then the elevator dinged and he pulled out and you whimpered again. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste absolutely delicious.” He said and you pressed your thighs together trying to get the friction back that you so desperately needed. He held his hand out to you and you walked out and to your apartment he had already had the keys out and unlocked the door and once you were inside, he had your back against the door attacking your neck.

“Antonio!” You moaned out. You felt him smirk you kicked off your heels and wrapped your hands around his neck with one hand in his hair. You turned you head the side letting him have more access.

“You were so hot today. Had me hard while we were in that van.” He said and brought you hand to the bulge in his jeans. “You’re mine and only mine.” He said while looking into your eyes. “I want to get this dress off of you.” He said and took it in one hand and tugged the dress ripped with ease and you gasped.

“That was my favorite dress.” You whined out.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said he had you jump and you circled your legs around his waist and he walked you over to the counter and laid you down on the cold surface which felt great on your burning skin. You were so out of it that the sound of material ripping had you looking at him and you saw your torn underwear in his hands and a smirking Antonio, you glared at him.

“Antonio.” You said in a stern voice and he just smirked.

“I’ll get you new ones.” He said and you rolled your eyes but it didn’t last because the next thing you knew he was licking a broad stripe up your folds that had you toes curling. You moaned and your hands went to his head and pushed him further into you. He rolled your clit and gently bit it at times and probed your entrance with his tongue. After a minute he pulled away and you groaned at the loss of contact, you were so close.

Your hands fell from his head and you watched him rid himself of his clothing and you got rid of your bra. Once he stepped out of his jeans, he was stepping over to you and roughly shoving his girthy cock into you. The familiar stretch and burn were perfect and you loved it, your head went to the counter and he started a rough pace thrusting in and out of you. You and he were a moaning mess. “Right there! Feels so good!” You moaned out and he latched onto your right nipple and set a brutal pace that you loved. He caged you in with his arms.

He rolled your nipple in his mouth and gently bit it and then soothed it out after a few minutes he let go of it and looked up at your face and smirked. “You’re mine and only mine.” He said and you nodded “Words use your words.” He said and you moaned.

“Yours.” You said and he gave a sharp thrust into you and then attacked you left nipple giving it the same attention as the other. He then let up and pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact but you didn’t have to wait long because he was helping you down and then bending you over the counter and then shoving himself back into you. You could feel the coolness on your breasts. You turned you head the side and he put one hand on you head holding you down while the other one held your hips.

“Tell me who is making you feel good.” He said

“You.” You said and he gave a harsh thrust.

“Who is making you feel this good?” He asked again.

“Antonio!!” You yelled out and he smirked.

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt that knot forming in your stomach again. You were so close.

“’M close.” You said and he leaned over you going deeper.

“Not yet.” He said and you whimpered he pulled out again and then turned you around and had you jump again and he walked you to the bedroom. He gently threw you on the bed and then crawled up to you and guided himself into you again and set a brutal pace again.

“’Tonio, close.” You said and he just smirked loving when you couldn’t even form sentences. He himself was close too.

“Let go.” He said and as he said that you did and his thrusts grew sloppy and he stilled inside of you throwing his head back and moaning as her painted your walls white. When you both came down from your high you were both panting and the room smelt of sex, you both were sweating. He rested his head on your and smiled and you smiled back. He kissed you and you kissed back. He slowly slid out of you.

Antonio got up and went into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth he gently slid it through your oversensitive folds and you moaned and your legs shook. “I’m sorry.” He said and you shook your head.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just sensitive.” You said and he smirked knowing he made you that way. He threw the washcloth into the basket. He walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back and you both crawled into them. He pulled you into him to where your back was to him.

“You’re mine and only mine.” He said and you turned to face him and smiled.

“Yours and only yours. If I get rough sex each time you get possessive or jealous each time I go undercover or someone flirts with me, then I should do it all the time.” You said with a chuckle and so did he. You closed your eyes “I love you, Babe.” You said.

“I love you too.” He said and felt you smile against his chest and kissed your head and felt your breath even out and then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Oh yea if he was like this every time you went undercover or he jealous and possessive when someone flirted with you then yea you were going to do it more often.

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enretrogue · 2 months

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𝗙𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Antonio Dawson

Hotheaded — @marshmallows2345

Spicy Sweet — ^

Messed Up — @bullet-prooflove

Leather and Cuffs — @poisonedjoinery

Baby Fever — @iamasimpingh0e

Crockett Marcel

The Box — @bullet-prooflove

Got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone, boy — ^

Together — ^

The fire’s out, but it still burns — ^

One Day — ^

Bruises ⎢ Ch. 1 ⎢ Ch. 2 ⎢ Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 ⎢ Ch. 5 — @wellimaginethat

Little Green Monster — ^

Overdue — ^

Reckless — @sande5098

Not Happy To See Me? — ^

FBI Meets ED — @shelby-love

Finally — ^

Only Mine — @pumpkincandlesoup

Guilty Pleasure (Blurb) — @shelsgovroomvroom

Jealous Much? — @thebookreader12345

Jay Halstead

Melt — @starlost97

Kevin Atwater

Flawless Communication — @darqchilddaydreamz ༝༚༝༚

Will Halstead

I’d Do It Again — @kiddbegins

Aching — ^

Closed Off — ^

Sick Days — ^

Napping — ^

Laughing — ^

He Won’t Stop Staring — ^

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Say It Dirty — @darklydeliciousdesires

Alfie w/ a Younger Wife HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Thomas Shelby

Oh god, if you only knew the things I'd do for you. — @writeroutoftime

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

Multi-Character

I Got Your Six ⎢ Ch. 1-5 (Benny, Frankie, Santi, Will + Tom) — @l00na24

Benny Miller

Favorite Headcanon — @bullet-prooflove

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

All My Dreamin’ — @tightjeansjavi

Time of the Month — @endlessthxxghts

Hold Fast — @jeewrites

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Antonio Dawson Masterlist

Antonio Dawson x Reader:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Nightmares - Antonio comforts you after a nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Sentences:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Antonio didn’t realise you could move like that

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

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

“you’re taking this so well baby “ NSFW

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

I need her so bad... - NSFW

Ignoring the problems will not make them go away."

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

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

Series:

Secrets:

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

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

Made Up Fic Titles:

You Were Beautiful

Fics:

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

NSFW Alphabet:

Bondage

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lily-174 · 1 year

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someone who loves you wouldn’t do this - kevin atwater x reader

overview: someone from your past comes back..

trigger warning: mentions of abuse, toxic past relationship, miscarriage stalking, angst, fluff. big trigger warning guys for domestic violence.

might be mistakes ive broken my phone <3

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you sat at your desk in the bullpen opposite Antonio’s desk, kev was out with the rest of the team just you and dawson in the bullpen. everything’s as silent as you both searched for information on the newest suspect when trudy came upstairs.

“y/l/n there’s a guy downstairs asking for you” you looked up from your computer looking at your sergeant in confusion. maybe your best friend gallo? trudy knows him so surely not.

“thanks sarge” you got up Antonio shooting you a look as you turned to walk down the stairs, you were trying to figure out who could possibly be here when you saw him. anger flooded through your body as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

greg. your ex. the man who ruined you. the man who made it so difficult for you to accept kevin’s love. you grabbed his arm pulling him into an empty room.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” you questioned the words coming off your tongue seemed laced with poison. you couldn’t believe he showed up to your workplace. how did he even know you worked here.

“i missed you, i wanna talk” you shook your head with a shocked smile on your face, you couldn’t believe it.

“i haven’t seen you in years. don’t you think me ending up in hospital with a fractured skull then leaving new york wasnt a good enough ‘i never wanna see you again’ how did you even find out i was here? that i work here?!” the anger inside you was rising you were a completely different person then you were 4 years ago when you left him. antonio had helped you learn to box. you could knock greg out, get him on the floor so easily.

“finding out you where in chicago wasn’t difficult.. you grew up here. i saw you on the news with intelligence when there were bombs at the hospital. i just wanna talk okay. i’ve changed. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i’m clean!” he reasoned taking a step closer to you, and you shook your head.

“ take one step closer and ill put you in cuffs” the expression on his face changed at your words.

“you wouldn’t dare.”

“oh but i would. my partner is right upstairs. i’m sure he’d be willing to throw you in the cage. so back up” you scoffed, no way would he get physical in a police station. in the bottom of your mind you were glad kevin wasn’t here. he did not need to know about this. you’d never told him about greg, and he didn’t need to find out now.

greg shook his head, “this isn’t over”

“get the fuck out of my district.” you shook your head leaving the room and heading for the stairs. he angrily followed you grabbing your wrist to stop you from moving any further. all the memories suddenly came back. the fear you felt in those moments.

“”everything alright here y/l/n” a familiar voice spoke, you turned your head seeing jay stood next to you. he was clearly heading back to intelligence. greg looked up at jay, seeing jays intimidating look on his face with his gun clearly visible on his waist band and greg let go.

“everything’s fine. he was just leaving.” you spoke as greg turned and began walking away, you’d noticed the anger on his face as he looked back at you before leaving. jay looked down at you with concern.

“whos that?” he asked and you shook your head continuing to walk up the stairs.

“no one”

a while later your shift had ended, you and kev made your way home to your shared apartment, when you got home you noticed him. greg parked opposite your apartment.

you tried to keep cool and not mention it to kevin as you made your way inside. you fiddled with the key in the lock as you opened your apartment door.

“should we order in tonight baby? it’s late and i have no interest in cooking anything up” kev smiled putting his keys on the kitchen counter.

“definitely ain’t no way i’m cooking” you laughed grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard then opening the fridge to retrieve the wine.

“you want a beer?” you asked your handsome boyfriend, he obviously agreed having gone to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

“go get comfy, i’ll set up the couch and order food” he kissed your cheek when he returned to the kitchen where you were sipping your wine.

“thank you babe” you smiled and kissed him. this was the relationship you’d always wanted. kevin was amazing, he was such a gentleman. he was a great man, a great cop. he had a better moral compass then anyone you’d ever met. you felt blessed in this relationship. he’s felt the same. he’d do anything for you, help you do your hair, cook clean. even risk his own life for you.

you wandered off into your shared bedroom closing the door behind you. as you pulled the curtain back slightly so you could see outside. he was still there. you sighed, this was getting ridiculous.. you weren’t scared of greg. at least you tried not to be, but him trying to worm his way back into your life.

you knew you were safe here, you had kevin. he’d be by your side all night. and tomorrow you’d be with your whole team. nothing to worry about. greg would eventually get bored. you pulled the curtains closed and took your phone out your pocket getting up mouse’s number. you sent him a quick text.

can you do me a favour? completely off the books. no one can know. these messages need to be deleted after this conversation

sent.

you got out a pair of shorts, and one of kevs shirts and got changed. your boyfriends shirt coming down further on your legs then the shorts. you put your hair up and returned to the couch, kevin has laid out a few blankets to make it nice and cozy he’d also brought your glass of wine to the coffee table. he’d chosen a movie that was currently paused at the start as he sat waiting for you.

“you kevin atwater, are the love of my life” you smiled planting yourself next to him on the couch, as soon as his arm came around you your worries about greg completely vanished. you felt completely safe and at ease in kevin’s arms. he pressed okay on the movie and you sipped your wine.

everyone deserves someone like kev, you’d never thought you’d end up finding love like this but you had. you had no worries about other women, kevin was completely yours.

the doorbell rang and kev jumped straight up to get the pizza he’d ordered, you laid your head back resting on the back of the couch. you’d had a headache since you’d seen gregory this morning but you’d ignored it putting it down to stress.

“baby someone’s here. they wanna speak to you” you heard kevin’s voice, it wasn’t the pizza. your heart stopped as you got up, heading for the door.

“kevin ill be back in a minute okay” you smiled at him kissing his cheek the look on his face was one of confusion as you stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind you to prevent kevin from hearing anything.

“i don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing coming to my home.” you tried not to raise your voice but you couldn’t help it. how did greg have enough courage to come to your door. especially knowing you weren’t alone. kevin could lay him out so easy.

“we are meant to be together. let me fix it okay! i won’t hurt you again” greg reasoned, god this man was insane. you wanted to punch him. so badly.

“we are not meant to be together. i have a boyfriend. and he’s better then you ever were. i suggest you leave before i get my whole team here and have them ring you neck. or better yet i do it myself.” you scoffed, your anger was really getting to much. you were thankful your gun wasn’t currently strapped to your hip.

“you listen to me you slut. i am the best you’ll ever have. don’t ever compare me to another man. you will come back to me, i don’t care what i have to do to make that happen” the aggression in his voice took you right back to the traumas he put you through.

“leave. now.”

you watched him storm off towards the elevator before heading back into your apartment you saw kev stood in the kitchen arms crossed confusion laced onto his features.

“who was that?” he asked as you walked up to him, you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same hugging you tightly.

“a prick i used to know. he’s gone now won’t be coming back don’t worry” you brushed it off before pulling away from your boyfriend.

“hey y/l” you heard your boyfriend speak as you started walking away.

“yeah?” you turned to look at him the look of confusion on his face now replaced with concern.

“you know you can tell me anything. i will always keep you safe you hear me?” you gave him a soft smile and nodded. you couldn’t put into words how much you loved him. you walked away into the bathroom checking to see if mouse had text you back. he had:

i’m not really supposed to, but where’s the fun in that. what’s up?

you read his message thankful he agreed and began typing out your response as you stood infront of the mirror in the bathroom.

find out whatever you can about gregory davidson, if he was recently released from any prisons. credit card phone records i want all of it.

sent.

he sent a quick ‘alright’ back and you took a deep breath looking in the mirror before heading back out to the kitchen where kevin was currently putting slices of pizza on plates.

“i think i’m gonna eat then head straight to bed” you said as you walked up to him wrapping your arms him, he put the final two slices of pizza on his plate before turning around and hugging you, his hands slowly moved down to your ass before lifting you up. your legs automatically hooked around his waist his hands planted on your ass holding you up.

“if somethings going on. talk to me okay? i’ll help you baby. what you said earlier, you’re the love of my life too. if something is wrong i’ll do everything i can to help you.” he reassured, you could see how genuine his words were from the look in his eyes. you cupped his cheeks rubbing the side of his face with the pad of your thumb as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

“i’m okay kev i promise” you pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, he gently kissed you back. the kiss became deeper, but had nothing sexual behind it. the kiss was soft and gentle, full of appreciation and love.

when you pulled away kevin gently put you down, and you both ate dinner together you finished your red wine and you both spoke about your days even though you worked in the same unit, you have different outlooks on cases and do different things. you left out the worst part of your day.

“i’ll do the dishes, go get some sleep it’s late i’ll join you in a bit” kevin spoke as you put your plate and glass in the sink, you smiled thankful to have kevin, you brain couldn’t help but think back to greg. all the dishes needed to be done before you went to bed. everything needed to be done before you could eat or sleep when you were with him.

“i love you kevin” you smiled softly thanking him he smiled back as he got up from his chair he placed another soft kiss on your lips before you wondered off to the bedroom. you didn’t even bother checking if gregory was still parked across the street you just pulled the covers back and slipped into bed. you laid on the side closest to the window, facing the window you couldn’t help but think about the differences between your ex and current boyfriend.

you closed your eyes as a tear slipped down your cheek, you sighed and tried your best to fall asleep. you barely felt the bed dip beside you as kevin got into bed. you felt his arm over you as he found his position as big spoon. his arm felt like a safety blanket that allowed you to get to sleep, allowed you to forget about the memories.

kevin fell asleep not long after you, but he was awoken to you wriggling around and managing to hit his arm. he groaned tiredly as he turned to face you catching a glance at the alarm clock before turning 4:37am.

once he had turned to face you he noticed you where sweating at first he thought maybe you didn’t feel well. then he noticed the scared look on your face and the hyperventilating in your sleep.

“y/n” he questioned testing the waters to see if you were partially awake, you gave him no response just started mumbling, you sounded panicked which caused kev to sit up.

“please i’m sorry! please don’t hurt me anymore” he heard you mumble panicked, his hand gently went to your shoulders

“y/n baby. it’s me it’s kev wake up” he gently shook you, causing you to wake up. you took a deep breath and sat up in a panicked state bringing your knees to your chest and rocking back and forth whispering something kevin couldn’t make out.

“y/n?” he whispered softly, you’d not even been able to register he was there until in that moment, you fell forward into his arms, he pulled you into his lap wrapping his arms around you while you buried your head into his neck, a few tears falling from your eyes as you gripped onto your shirtless boyfriend.

“you’re safe you’re with me, i got you baby” he whispered reassuringly into your ear as he gently rubbed your back in an attempt to calm you down. you both remained like that for a while until you’d calmed yourself down.

“pretty girl you wanna talk about it” he asked as you pulled away from him slightly still sat on his lap, you contemplated it in your head. you kinda didn’t have a choice now.. you knew he’d probably find out, but never did you think he’d find out like this. that was the first nightmare you’d had in years.

“my ex, greg. he was the guy at the door earlier.. i was with him before i moved here. i haven’t seen him since i left new york. he was- he was abusive. i left him after he put me in hospital with a fractured skull and a brain bleed. he could’ve killed me that night. so i left. i moved to chicago. i was going to have a baby with him kevin.. but neither of us knew until after he beat the shit out of me and i miscarried. he showed up at the district this morning. jay kinda got involved, nothing was gonna happen. but he grabbed my wrist. then he followed us here.. that was him at the door.” kevin’s heart broke at what he was hearing. he swallowed the bile rising in his throat. if he knew he would’ve beat the guy on spot at the door. he could feel the anger bubbling inside him, all he wanted to do was look after you. he noticed the tears in your eyes and pulled you into him again, holding you even tighter then before if even possible.

“i’m so sorry y/n, i’ve got you. i’m not going to let anyone ever hurt you again i promise you. you never deserved that, you are the most beautiful, smart amazing woman i have ever met: and i promise you baby, i will protect you. next time you see him. i’m arresting him. nothings going to happen to you, you’re with me my beautiful girl. i’ve got you forever and always” kevin whispered into your ear as you cried into his neck. everything was piecing together in his head like a puzzle, you flinching every time he moved when you first got together, how long it took you to open up to him.. all the little things he’d never pieces together.

after a while you fell asleep in kevin’s arms as he leaned against the headboard, he wouldn’t dare move and risk waking you up. so he stayed as he was holding you until morning, letting a few tears of his own drop down his face at your story, he physically hurt him to think about it.

when morning finally came around and you both got to work, you were approached by greg in the car park. kevin kept his word.

“”y/n i told you last night i’m better then him!” greg snarled looking up at kevin, oh the balls he has. kevin was easily like 6 inches taller the greg and clearly a lot more muscular.

kevin didn’t say anything just grabbed gregory’s arm twisting it round so he shrieked out in pain, and put his hands behind his back and cuffed him. kevin looked over at you with sad eyes, you hated that look you didn’t like feeling like a victim.

“y/n, go upstairs. you don’t have to deal with him anymore. he has to deal with me and the mountain of charges i’m about to shove down his throat” kev stated pulling the man towards the district.

you loved kevin. you loved him so much, no matter how much you didnt believe you deserved him, you were so thankful he was there. so thankful he’s yours.

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sylkiddsey · 6 months

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Say my name and everything just stops

Small scrap sections from a longer work that will never be finished. It acknowledges the shift from “Casey” to “Matt”

1. Late season 6:

It’s kind of like Matt’s engaged in some sort of really serious game of hide and seek, but one person is not really hiding, and the other is somewhat seeking, but also not really.

His marriage has become this game of avoidance where they just keep passing each other. They pass in the halls of the firehouse. They pass in their own home, from room to room. Even in a confined car, it feels like they’re just passing.

He and Gabby are so off kilter. Everything feels unbalanced and it’s driving him crazy. This isn’t the marriage he envisioned, and he doesn’t know how to go back.

He’s well aware they’ve always had problems. They’ve never been perfect, but he had been able to fix it. Usually, that involved him complying and going along with his very independent wife, but he’d done it.

This time, he can’t comply so they’re stuck in this holding pattern while he waits (and also avoids her) for her to do the compromising.

He can’t go along with her plan to have a child, basically without him. She pretty much implied she was going to get pregnant with or without his help which stung. He can’t give her a baby if it means having to raise their child without his wife. That guilt will kill him, so he refuses.

His refusal didn’t kill her plan. Like always, Gabby Dawson found a way around and wants a baby…wants to endure a risky pregnancy and possibly carry some other guy’s child if he won’t do it.

His own wife won’t budge and he’s not going the extra mile to solve this, so they are just passing by.

When he arrives home to the condo, he freezes in his doorway. He was expecting his wife, probably perched on a stool ready to pick another battle. He’s ready for it, but it’s not Gabby in his kitchen.

Brett’s standing at his island, wearing a faded apron he vaguely remembers was gifted to Gabby as a wedding present, mixing bowl and a big wooden spoon in hand.

Her hair is piled up on her head, chocolate smeared on the corner of her mouth, and he assumes Antonio fucked her over again. She’s probably eating her feelings and drinking wine with her best friend, but that’s not the case.

She looks up from her chocolate concoction, blue eyes widening like a cartoon. “Matt, hi. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

He stops dead in his tracks, but not because Brett has apparently broken into his home. He pauses because she called him Matt which she doesn’t do.

It’s not like he has a problem with it, but pretty much everyone at 51 calls him Casey. It’s just become this thing so when Sylvie Brett says it so casually, in his damn kitchen while his marriage crumbles somewhere else…it strikes him.

He’s not even sure she’s ever called him his name before. She might’ve in the past, but it never registered.

He’s only really Matt to his wife and his sister. Although, his wife does use his last name when she’s pissed (which has been happening often).

She finishes swirling the brown batter in one of the big glass bowls Gabby chose. “I know I shouldn’t have used my emergency key, but I wanted to make Gabby her favorite brownies just to…I don’t know, cheer her up. I should’ve asked first.”

He shakes his head, sets his keys on the hook and adverts his gaze because he’s pretty sure he makes her nervous. Brett can’t see him as anybody other than 51’s Captain which he gets. He just doesn’t want her to think he’s so uptight he’d dress her down for being a great friend.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just passing through anyway,” he explains. “I’ll be out of your hair in like ten minutes.”

“It’s your place,” Brett replies. “If someone should leave it should be me.”

He figures Gabby would rather have her friend here instead of him anyway.

“Seriously, I’m heading out the door anyway. Stay. Finish the brownies.”

She smiles a little, sweeping a loose strand of long blonde hair away from her face. “Thanks, Casey.”

Casey.

Everything shifts right back to normal where he’s just Casey, Brett’s just Brett. He’s in his home. The one he shares with someone who shares practically nothing with him and Brett’s doing what she does best; being good to her people.

It’s one thing he has always appreciated about the paramedic. She’s good. She’s good to her patients. She’s good to 51. She’s extraordinarily good to his wife.

He passes her by, ready to change from his construction job and head to Molly’s. He stops in the doorway, observing a flustered Brett as she tries to perfect the homemade frosting. She tastes it with her finger and groans when it’s not good enough.

He knows from Gabby that she’s still a little heartbroken over Antonio and a bit raw from certain ambo calls, yet she’s here…supporting Gabby with sugar and chocolate.

“Brett.”

She startles again, almost as if she’s afraid he’s changed his mind and is mad she’s here. “Uh, yeah?”

“You’re a good friend. She’s lucky to have you,” he says.

Her blue eyes look a little misty in his kitchen lighting. “She’s lucky to have you too.”

He doesn’t think his own wife believes that, but he’s grateful for the words anyway.

The oven timer dings behind her, and she struggles to pull out batch one of her brownie mission. He contemplates offering to help, but his life is currently burning to the ground, so he doesn’t have time to salvage some brownies.

Some things are better left unsalvageable anyway.

2. Early season 7:

He’s on his third or fourth beer at Molly’s. He knows drinking won’t numb the fact he wasn’t good enough for his wife, but it does help a little.

The stool next to his squeaks obnoxiously loud and he hears a quiet gasp. Pink painted nails clamp on the counter and Brett has nearly fallen off the stool.

He wants to laugh, but she looks partially embarrassed…or maybe more ashamed

“I’m sorry, Casey.”

He raises an eyebrow, dumbfounded. She has nothing to apologize for. The last shift had gone well, and he doesn’t even remember scolding her for anything. Hell, he’s not even sure he talked to her at all at the station.

“Sorry?”

“I shouldn’t have blamed you for Gabby leaving,” she mutters, pulling at the edge of her sweater sleeve.

That’s a conversation they had weeks ago. He’s completely forgotten about it. She had been blindsided and upset which he absolutely understood. God knows he felt all that with her, so he really didn’t think too much about her minor lash out

“Brett…”

“I was just hurt I guess,” she admits. “And if I felt hurt…I can’t imagine how hurt you were. It was selfish and dumb.

Sylvie Brett and selfish don’t fit in the same sentence. She’s too kind even to her own detriment.

Still, it feels good to have someone recognize how hurt he is. Yes, they all care and pity him, but no one acknowledges how much Gabby hurt him. It might not have been intentional but her constant rejection about what he wants and needs fucking hurts.

“Brett, it’s fine,” he replies. “I get it. I do and honestly, she was always going to chase bigger things. She was always going to leave, and I was always going to stay.”

It sums up majority of his relationship. Gabby was always leaving in some way. She’d leave to pursue a new career, leaving him to stay and deal with the fallout. She’d leave to adopt a child and again, he stayed and followed. She was always leaving him and somehow, he just kept staying.

Brett frowns, looking into her glass. He watches her stir the blue-ish margarita with a toothpick umbrella. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you stayed.”

For the first time in a long time, her words soothe the crippling ache Gabby left behind. It doesn’t completely fix everything, but it feels good to know that he didn’t make the wrong decision by not following her.

At least according to Brett.

“Yeah?”

She nods, a smile passing over her face. Lately he hasn’t seen Brett very happy so it’s good to see a glimmer of their past.

“Honestly, I just can’t imagine what 51 would be like without you, Matt.”

He’s struck by the fact she’s using his name again. It’s odd because he’s been so used to Casey for so long and every once in a while, Brett calls him Matt.

There’s something interesting about the way she says it. The syllables just roll off her (now blue) tongue differently in a way he’s never heard. It feels like two different voices and sounds absolutely nothing like it does on shift, surrounded by firefighters and in between blaring bells.

Wow, maybe he’s had a little too much to drink tonight.

He nudges her arm lightly, thanking her for her kindness. He’s surprised she’s giving it to him of all people, but he appreciates it, nonetheless.

Prior, Brett has always been connected to him through association. She was Gabby’s best friend. She was Gabby’s ambo partner. She was Gabby’s brother’s girlfriend.

She’s never been anything to him, but now with Gabby long gone…he thinks maybe Brett won’t be such a stranger anymore.

“God, do you imagine if you left, and Severide became a captain or something?” She asks through a snort.

He has to admit that’s a funny picture. “You’d all be dead because he was too busy making out with Kidd.”

Brett laughs a little too hard at his pitiful joke. He starts to think she might’ve had a few drinks herself. “Oh you are so right, Casey!”

He’s too caught up in the allure of her contagious laugh to analyze the name shift. He’s heard this laugh way too much from his living room or the common room on shift, but this is the first time he’s really taken by it

Sylvie Brett has a wildly adorable laugh. Who knew?

3. 7x08

He starts to appreciate new things he hasn’t had the chance to while married. For one, he has complete freedom of his own life. Every decision is his. Plus, he has more time to spend with 51 and he surprisingly enjoys fishing with Boden of all people.

However, his newest discovery happens to be drunk Sylvie Brett. Brett’s incredibly charming on any day but mix her with alcohol and she somehow becomes more and more dorky.

He has to say he greatly appreciates drunk Brett because it’s hilarious. She can’t hold her liquor and each sentence come out in mangled fragments, but it’s not annoying. Not at all. He actually quite likes Brett when she drinks.

She’s absolutely drunk after Foster pumped her full of alcohol. He’s had the front row seat to her nose scrunch, big doe eyes and flailing hand which had turned his crappy night around.

He’s not even thinking about Naomi or what it could’ve been if he had pretended to be ready.

He had planned to go home a little early but decided to stick around to observe Brett. She’s very drunk and he’s concerned about how she’s going to get home.

Foster left hours ago. Kidd ditched too, probably to make up and make out with Severide. He expected Cruz would take her back, but he disappeared with Chloe and hasn’t returned. Even Otis has vanished.

He makes conversation with Hermann and waits for someone to get her home safely.

At some point during the night, he loses track of her just as Hermann closes. He took his eyes off to help the older man move a shipment of beer and now, she’s gone.

Shit. He hopes she’s not inebriated enough to think she can drive. Although, he’s not sure a taxi or ride share is better when she’s this out of it.

Men are assholes.

Matt hurries out the door, hoping to catch her before she disappears in some sketchy car.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to look far because Brett’s sitting on the bottom step, chin in hand and phone clutched in the other.

She tilts her head up, grinning. “Hey, Casey.”

“Hi. What are you doing out here?”

She points her turned off phone in his face. “Waiting for a cab. I’m just a teeny tiny bit drunk.”

Yeah, just a teeny tiny bit…

Again, he doesn’t want her getting in a car like this where someone could easily try something.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offers, reaching for her hand. He pulls her up, braces her stumbling with his chest and holds one hand on her arm to keep her grounded.

“No. No. You should be calling cute reporter,” she slurs, eyelids drooping lower and lower. She pokes his chest with one slender finger. “Go and make your move, Casey. Girls don’t like waiting.”

Naomi is not his concern at the moment. She’s just a girl he casually kinda sorta dated and Brett’s…well, she’s Brett. She’s an essential part of 51 and far more important than some possible girlfriend.

“She’ll be there in the morning. I’m concerned you won’t be if I don’t get you home myself,” he explains. “You’re drunk, Brett and I don’t trust some taxi driver so let’s go.”

She sticks her bottom lip out. “Fine. Fine. Fine. Lead the way, Captain.”

He steers her by the shoulders so she can’t fall flat on her face towards his truck. When he gets the door open, Brett needs a boost into the seat.

He watches one of the best paramedics he knows fumble with a seatbelt for five minutes, amused. Eventually he gives in to her frustration and does it for her.

Super talkative drunk Sylvie seems to have left for the night. As he navigates down the streets of Chicago, she’s quiet and pressed against the passenger window.

He pulls up in front of the place she shares with Otis and Cruz ten minutes later. He turns his truck off, unlocks the door for Sylvie to jump (or probably fall) out. She doesn’t make a move though, and when he looks over, she’s sleeping against her seatbelt.

He should’ve seen this coming. She drank a lot so of course the alcohol would knock her out.

“Brett?” He asks.

She snores a little in response and he can’t help but chuckle. He stays in the driver side for a few more minutes, thinking of the best way to get her inside.

While thinking, he observes her drunken sleep. Her hair is a mess, tangled against the window. She has mascara rings all around her eyes and cheeks and she’s even drooling a little.

He admires her unkept look. He’s always liked how she’s fearlessly herself and just doesn’t care if it’s well received or not.

It’s a very admirable quality.

Her neck is gonna hurt like hell if she stays in that position much longer. He climbs out his truck and goes to her side. He eases the door open, managing to keep her from tipping out with a hand against her head.

“Brett,” he says, shaking her shoulder a little. “Brett, come on. Wake up.”

She’s dead asleep, nestling further into the hand keeping her head from lolling. He can’t stand all night like this with her face in his palm.

Fine. He’ll carry her in. He undoes her seatbelt and when it clicks, she startles.

The sudden panic vanishes the second she realizes it’s him. She smiles sleepily. “Matt.”

Matt. Not Casey. All evening he’s been Casey aside from when she full named him earlier. Now that she’s drunk and tired, he’s Matt again.

He wonders if it’s purely accidental or if she consciously chooses when to change it up.

“How’d you get here so fast?” She asks, looking around the sidewalk.

“You fell asleep,” he explains. “Come on. Let me get you to your apartment. Can you walk?”

She nods and stumbles out of her seat. He braces her fall, laughing at how ridiculously uncoordinated she is after some tequila.

“Hey! Are you laughing at me?”

He helps her inside the apartment building, pointing her in the direction of the elevator.

“I’ve never seen you like this. It’s wildly entertaining.”

“Well, at least I didn’t accept a proposal this time,” she yawns, leaning her head into his shoulder as they wait for the right floor.

“What?” He asks.

She shrugs as the doors slide open. “A green card thing. I was drunk…didn’t marry him. Long story.”

Sounds like it. They make it to her door, Brett halfway asleep on him. He fishes her key out of her purse and then let’s them inside.

“Casey, hi?” Cruz greets from the kitchen. His eyebrows raise when he sees Brett. “Oh man, I completely forgot.”

He knows Cruz was too focused on his new girlfriend to look out for her, but still. She’s his room dog or whatever they call each other. He shouldn’t have left her alone.

“She needs to go to bed,” he explains, doing his best to pass her off to Cruz. She doesn’t want to leave his side for whatever drunken reason so they both have to get her into her bed.

Once she’s buried under a thousand blankets, he turns to Cruz. “Make sure she drinks a lot of water tomorrow because that hangover is gonna be brutal.”

Cruz laughs. “Drunk Brett might be fun, but hungover Brett is not.”

He can imagine. She’ll definitely be miserable tomorrow.

When he goes to leave, Cruz stops him. “Thank Casey.”

“Yep.”

It’s not like he was going to leave her anyway. He’s just glad she’s home safe.

4. Post 8x09

That night he and Gabby hadn’t just passed by but went straight through. They fell right into familiarity and slept together. She was his wife. She knew him better than anyone. Well, he’s starting to think there’s someone else who understands him better, but he’s not gonna go there.

The night is good, but just not as good as he remembered. He expected that cosmic pull (or whatever) but if anything, something is pushing him further and further from what he thought was his future.

There was a disconnect and when he left, it felt like closure. Gabby’s so happy in Puerto Rico. He’s genuinely glad she’s doing so well for herself, even without him. Plus, he’s happy too in Chicago with 51. His future is here.

Gabby leaves the voicemail about how she always has an opening for him, and the bitterness resurfaces. It’s a nice gesture, but it proves how things will only ever progress if he makes the life changes. They can have another night together if he goes to Puerto Rico.

He has no plans to do that.

Someone knocks on his door at a quarter to eleven. His best guess is Severide forgot his key and he and Kidd got in a fight.

They fight and make up a little too much.

He hauls himself off the couch and opens the door. He expects Severide in the door with a permanent frown and a string of curses. What he doesn’t expect is Brett in his doorway, mini dress on and perfectly applied make up.

She looks amazing. He’s always thought Brett was a cute girl. It’s a fact, but he’s starting to think she’s more than just cute. She’s shockingly hot.

“Hi,” she greets.

Did he black out and ask her on a date something? She’s clearly dressed for the occasion. God knows he’s thought about making a move, but he has no memory of doing it.

Even if he somehow lost his mind and did plan a date, he wouldn’t choose such a late time.

He must look as confused as he feels because she chuckles.

“Sorry. I know it’s late.” She looks down at her tight red dress and then back at him. “I had a date. I don’t usually wear this kinda stuff.”

So, someone else asked her out? He doesn’t remember hearing about anyone new. To his knowledge, Ryan was the last.

“You look…fancy,” he compliments. Other more expressive words are on the tip of his tongue, but he settles for fancy. It’s probably best he doesn’t tell her she looks hot in that dress.

“Late dinner. Completely disastrous dessert. Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my failed attempts at romance.”

He’s not sure why he’s relieved the date didn’t go well. He’ll analyze that later.

“Why are you here?”

He’s still confused about the events that have led to her stunning appearance at his place.

“I was at dinner, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, Matt,” she says so casually as if that’s not a completely loaded confession.

She can’t stand there in a tight red dress and roll his name off her lips like this and expect nothing. She was thinking about him? She was actively thinking about him when she was with a date?

“You…couldn’t stop thinking about me? “

Her eyes widen and she covers her face. “Oh my god. That came out wrong. I don’t mean…geez, I keep doing this.”

His racing heart slows a little because he misinterpreted her words. He thought this was heading in another direction. He thought he wasn’t crazy thinking something might be happening between them.

She brings her hand back down to her side. “I was worried because I know Gabby left today and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Oh.

“I’m fine,” he dismisses. “Really, Brett.”

She eyes him like she doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. In hindsight, he didn’t sound very convincing.

“I worry no one checks on you,” she continues. “You’re this steady presence at 51 for everyone else and I just couldn’t stomach the thought of you all alone here blaming yourself.”

He leans in his doorway. Now that’s he is closer, he can smell her addictive perfume. It somehow smells like Christmas and fruit.

“Blaming myself?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “For not feeling like enough. I can’t pretend to know what went down with Gabby, but I do like to think I know you. I know that she unintentionally hurt you by leaving and now she left again.”

“Brett…”

She edges a little closer and his heart rate quickens again. He’s half convinced she can see his neck pulse thumping from where she’s at.

“If I’m crossing a line here, let me know, but I don’t like the thought of you sitting here thinking you somehow failed,” she rambles.

He swallows, breathing in deep because she’s definitely doing something new to him. She’s not touching or anything, just hovering a few inches and God, he wants to kiss her.

Huh, that’s new.

“You didn’t fail and truthfully, I love me some Gabby, but she was wrong to make you feel like you’re…I don’t know, nothing?”

There’s a lingering question behind that confession. She’s not sure she’s reading his feelings right, but she’s nailing it. Somehow, she’s articulated everything he’s felt better than he could.

“You’re not nothing, Matt. If you ask anyone at 51, if you ask me…you’re pretty much everything there is.”

He’s shell shocked which doesn’t happen often. He’s good at reacting. He’s trained to be ready for anything, but he wasn’t ready for this.

For her.

She’s healing parts of him he didn’t even know were broken with her kindness and consideration. She didn’t have to leave a date to ease his pain, but she did.

She knew he’d need to hear it before he even did.

She’s standing in his door in a strapless dress that pushes up her boobs saying things he’s never heard from anyone. He’s not leering at her, of course, but he’s human. He spares a few glances since she’s so close.

He’s also only been Matt tonight. She hasn’t called him Casey once. Somehow, he’s hearing his first name from her more than ever and he quite appreciates the change.

Matt brings his hand to her bare arm, brushing his palm down her skin. “Thank you, Sylvie.”

He knows he should pull his hand away from her soft skin. A normal shoulder squeeze is one thing, but this lingering grip is another. He traces his thumb around a freckle on her forearm.

Her skin erupts in little goose bumps and he figures she’s probably freezing her ass off in that dress. “Do you wanna come in? I can get you a sweatshirt or something.”

She looks at her heels before gently easing out of his grip. When she replies, she looks anywhere other than at him. “No, that’s okay. I better go home before Foster goes on a manhunt for the guy who took me out. I told her I’d be home by now.”

Right. It’s probably best she doesn’t cross the threshold. He’s afraid of what he’ll do with a few beers in his system and her looking like that.

She’s sweet, kind and so empathetic while he’s just a mess.

“Yeah, good call. Foster with a pitchfork and torch is a scary thought,” he comments.

She laughs, wrinkling her nose. “You make a very good point.” She swipes some hair away from her face. “I’ll see you on shift, Casey.”

Casey again. It feels like the shift is definitely intentional. She’s creating distance.

He nods, moving all the way back into his apartment. “On shift.”

She waves and he unapologetically watches her walk down the hall. Once she turns the corner, he shuts the door.

#brettsey #sylkiddsey-prompts #the name shift is so important to me #this was written before It’s Golden so some lines are similar #I’m working on the lovely prompts #i would expect more posts on here instead of full length works #posting here because why not #someone might like these lol

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Antonio- Children’s Questions

"Miss YLN when will you leave?" Asks one of my pupils Ebony

"Not until we have summer break. You'll be moving teachers then anyway" I tell my class who are very intrigued with me being pregnant now that my bump has popped

"Will you come back?" Asks another one of my pupils Jackson

"Yes, not straight away but I will come back to teach" the bell then rings signalling lunch time "ok after lunch we have a guest coming in to talk to us to help with our topic, people who help us. Now off you all go" just as all the children run out I see Antonio walking into my classroom "your a bit early" I ask moving over to him

"Thought I would surprise you with lunch"

"Thank you" I kiss his cheek "I can't say I have very comfortable chairs though, well other than mine" I gesture to my swivel chair

"I'll make do" Antonio leads me over to my desk and helps me sit down on my chair while he leans on my desk getting out the packed food he has brought with him.

Before we know it, lunch is over and my class come running through the door. Antonio and I stand up properly

"Miss YLN is this the guest?" Ebony asks

"Yes. Go and sit down" I chuckle at the children eagerness "ok 1, 2, 3, listen to me" I call out and my class goes silent "this is Detective Dawson he is here to talk to you all about police work for our people who help us topic" one of my pupils raises her hand "yes Ella"

"Is Detective Dawson your friend"

"He is yes"

"No that's her boyfriend. Me and mummy saw them shopping and they were holding hands"

"Thank you Jackson" I raise my eyebrows at the young boy

"Miss YLN does Detective Dawson know your brother. He's a detective"

"Yes they do know each other. Now enough with personal questions, let's listen to Detective Dawson" I give Antonio a small nod and go sit down in my chair at my desk.

Over the next hour or so Antonio talks to all of the children about being a policeman and what he does in his job. The children absolutely loved it and actually asked him questions that are to do with his job

"Ok can we say thank you to detective Dawson please"

"Thank you Detective Dawson" all of the children say in a sing song way

“Your very welcome” Antonio smiles at everyone

“Right everyone head outside for recess” I say getting up from my swivel chair. The children all run out screaming

“Your class are fantastic”

“They are. Although they like to know about my personal life” I chuckle

“I can see, but I remember how exciting it was when you find out your teachers name let alone a nothing else”

“That’s true” are you heading back to the station?” I asks

“No I’m done for the day now. So what would my lovely girlfriend like for her tea?”

“Hmm I’m kinda in the mood for empanadas?”

“Empanadas it is. I’ll go to the shops on the way home”

“And donuts?”

“And donuts” Antonio chuckles

“Thank you. I’ll walk you out” I start walking out of my class room. I walk him out of the school and head back to my classroom ready to get on with my next lesson

“Miss YLN?” I hear a little voice. I turn around and see Ella

“Yes sweetheart”

“When you have your baby will you leave them with Detective Dawson? like my mummy did with me?” My heart practically breaks hearing this

“No sweetheart. My baby will have me and their daddy to help look after them”

“Why did my mummy leave me?”

“Come here” I take her hand and guide her to my chair. I sit down on my chair and pat my lap for Ella “I wish I knew, but your daddy loves you enough for 2 people”

“I wish mummy loved me”

“I know you do” I give her a big cuddle “now would you like to help me set up for our science lesson?”

“Yes please” she gets up from my lap. I get up after her and then feel arms around me “thank you miss YLN”

I get home still thinking about little Ella. Of course I had to speak to Ella’s dad. I walk through the door and smell Antonio’s cooking. I walk into the kitchen

“Hey” I sadly say

“You ok?”

“Yeah it’s just, one of the kids in my class asked me if I would give my baby up after they’re born because that’s what her mum did. Just made me a little upset”

“Come here” Antoni opens up his arms

“Im sure she has a fantastic dad who loves her”

“She does”

“I love you”

“I love you too” I lean up and give Antonio a kiss.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #Antonio Dawson x yn #Antonio Dawson x oc #antonio dawson imagine #one chicago imagine #one chicago

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"You are being stupid and reckless"

For your Chicago fire family! ❤️

“You are being stupid and reckless,” Matt Casey ground out through clenched teeth as he tightened his grip on your forearms. He turned then as you struggled futilely against him, dipping his head dangerously low in the direction of Gabby, Stella and Sylvie, who were snickering in a corner of the bar. “All four of you!”

Stella snorted, practically doubling over Sylvie. “What?” she called out, her words slurred. “Can’t handle as much drink as us?”

“Lightweights!” Gabby.

“Pussies!” Sylvie.

“I want a baby koaaaala!” you lilted, manging to wrench free and toppling back against Kelly, who’d stood from his bar stool the moment Antonio Dawson had entered Molly’s with you, Gabby, Stella and Sylvie trailing in front of him, your arms linked together like schoolchildren as you attempted to keep each other up. Apparently, Matt’s hesitation about agreeing to let the older ladies take his younger sister on her first pub crawl had been well suited. Not a single member of Firehouse 51 had ever seen you so...out of sorts.

“Wohoah, there! Slow down, madcap.” Kelly couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face, an unfamiliar blend of both amusement and shock, as he caught your flailing arms. You seemed intent on getting to the ladies in the corner, reaching a hand out towards them like some crazed zombie.

“Hey, hey, Kidd!” As had been customary since the moment Stella joined 51, both she and you turned at what could have been either her last name or your pet name. Neither of you seemed to be in an answering mood, however. Hermann expertly slid across the bar table and grabbed the beer bottles that Stella had seemingly sprung from mid-air. “No more alcohol for you! Your livers’ll thank me for it later.”

“How much did you even drink?” Otis asked. His brows were raised so high they almost touched his hairline as he glanced between the last four women he’d expected to see this intoxicated.

“Oh,” Sylvie said with a laugh, “a lot. And I mean a lot, a lot.”

“A lot,” Stella mirrored.

“Like...a lot,” Gabby agreed with a defining nod, taking a step to the left and almost tripping over thin air before Otis leapt forward to catch her.

Matt’s expression was one of absolute displeasure, paired with a mortifyingly sinking feeling in his chest. He turned towards Antonio, who was still stood by Molly’s entrance, hands on his hips while he watched the situation unfold with what could only be intrigue.

“Antonio.” Matt threw his arms up in the air, defeated. “What can I say?”

Antonio shook his head and moved forward. “Look, man, I’m just as embarrassed over Gabby as you.” He opened his mouth to continue before sparing a quick glance at you, intoxicatingly determined to escape Kelly’s hold and grab his unfinished beer on the bar table. Kelly was clearly having difficulty figuring out whether he should be pissed or amused that the girl he’d helped raise was drunk out of her mind for the first time in her life. Later in the evening, when they brought you all home and put you to bed, they’d laugh about it until their sides hurt. For now, it seemed Matt was the adult in the situation.

“Has she ever had this much to drink?” Antonio asked, jerking a thumb in your direction.

Matt ran a hand down his face. “She rarely touches the stuff. To say I’m surprised is a...nauseous understatement. Where’d you say you found them?”

“Just down the street, on their way back here. Did you know they were going on a pub crawl?”

Before Matt could answer, Gabby and Sylvie stumbled forward, drunken laughter spilling from their lips. Stella had attached herself to Kelly, peppering kisses on his cheek as he attempted to keep both her and you in check.

Gabby stopped uncomfortably close to her brother. “Of course we were going on a pub crawl, Antonio,” she drawled. “The girl’s just turned twenty-one! Not every day that happens.”

“Yeah,” Sylvie piped up, aimlessly pointing a finger at the ceiling. “What’d you think we were gonna do? Sit around Molly’s all night for a tame evening of karaoke and board games? Hell no! That’s what the boys are here for!”

That had indeed been what the boys were here for. After shift, they’d met up at Molly’s to close it to the public and decorate the place in time for your birthday party that evening. 51 had had a great few hours together, but eventually Gabby had suggested she, Stella and Sylvie take you out for your first birthday pup crawl. Of course, the guys had insisted they join in, but the ladies had demanded that this was a girls’ night only, and you’d be back later to re-join the party. That had seemed a little unrealistic—Matt and Kelly knew all too well their girlfriends’ party potential—but every member of the family had subconsciously stuck around Molly’s to see that it came to pass, each one ready with a list of Chicago pubs in case you didn’t return by midnight.

Mouch gestured to the birthday cake, sent by Mills with the promise he’d come visit soon. “Have some cake, Y/N, it’s divine.”

“Oh, we’ve already had some,” Sylvie interrupted as she waved her hand in disinterest.

“Pink Moon were selling slices, three for the price of one,” Stella said, draping her arms around Kelly’s neck. “We got, like, six portions.”

“Seven,” Gabby corrected.

“Seven portions.”

“Hey, hey, get this!” Your stammering words broke above the discreet conversations echoing around the bar. You seemed to have tired of struggling, one hand grasping the wrist of Kelly’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep her steady. Still, you were in high spirits, your head lolling around as you grinned. “A police detective picks up four drunk girls from a pub, then brings them back to safety...at another pub. Suuuch a hypocrite, Tony.”

Antonio turned a dark glare on Gabby, who seemed to sober up for the briefest of seconds.

“I did not teach her that nickname,” she asserted, not at all assertedly.

“Yeah, okay.” Antonio’s words were laced with exhaustion as he shook his head at his sister’s lies and turned back to those he could actually trust. “Matt, are you good here?”

“I am if you are.” Matt glanced over his shoulder and nodded towards the firefighters behind him, each one obviously willing to help if the need happened to arise. That is, if you and the others were too much trouble for Matt and Kelly to handle alone, which they couldn’t honestly attest to just yet considering the unfamiliar grounds they were currently toeing.

Antonio nodded and stepped back towards the door. He made a show of pointing a finger between all four drunkards. “Let this be the first and last time I bring you home to the adults while I’m off shift, ladies,” he warned. “That includes you, Gabriela. Be more careful.”

“You got it, bro.”

When Antonio left, the slightest sliver of a smile on his lips caught Matt’s eyes before he disappeared around the corner. He brushed it off and returned his attention to the situation at hand. “Okay,” he said firmly, in a tone you often called his ‘lieutenant-y alderman voice’, “I think it’s time we head home.”

Your mouth fell wide open in absolute disbelief as you hung limply over Kelly’s arm. “Uh, no!”

“It’s her twenty-first birthday!” Gabby yelled, slapping Hermann’s hand when he came to see if she needed help. Hermann immediately put his palms up and turned to walk off, way too incapable of dealing with a drunk woman at a time like this.

“Don’t be such pussies!” Sylvie agreed as Cruz crossed his arms beside her.

Arms draped around Kelly, Stella’s whining joined the protests. “Let us have fuuuun!”

“Oho, you’ve clearly had enough fun,” Boden spoke up from the back around his obvious amusement, quite unexpectedly really considering he’d been quiet since at his table with Capp and Tony. At the drunk glare each of you sent his way, he conveniently turned to his drink, snickering into the glass.

“Ugh.” Sylvie put a hand to her head. “I need air. Can you guys—”

With a strength most unbefitting of someone who’d stumbled into the pub not long ago, you finally escaped Kelly’s hold with a loud: “coming!”

Concern filled each member of firehouse 51′s gaze as the four of you clambered out of Molly’s. Once the doors shut and the muffled sound of loud laughter filled the tense silence of the pub, Kelly turned to the crowd, the first fragment of apprehension appearing on his face. “Should someone go with them?”

Outside, you, Stella, Gabby and Sylvie were in utter hysterics for reasons entirely against what one might assume, had they been in your presence for the past five minutes.

“I can’t believe—” Gabby was bent over from the exertion of her laughter, one hand on her knee and the other grabbing onto Sylvie for support— “you sure you’ve never been drunk before?”

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep from bursting once again. “I’m just a seriously good actor,” you said, then lost the battle and snorted.

Sylvie rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the tears. “Did you see the guys’ faces?”

“Never mind their faces,” Stella gasped, leaning against a lamppost for support. “Did you see Kelly when you went for his beer? Aw, man. This is exactly what we needed.”

You held up a finger. “This is exactly the payback we needed,” you amended. “They better never put toothpaste in my oreos again.”

“And in the donuts,” Stella added. “No one messes with a firefighter’s breakfast donuts.”

“They know what’ll happen if they put clear nail varnish on my soap bar again,” Gabby said.

“And if they ever put a live spider on the kitchen counter again...” Sylvie let the threat hang in the air just as you all burst into laughter once more. It had, of course, been a ruse. A clever one at that. If the guys had truly believed they could get away with pranking the four of you on April Fool’s Day without some sort of retribution, even if it came a few weeks later, then most sane people would be urging them to retake their mental fitness exam. You had been pondering over it for multiple shifts, figuring out what would draw the best reactions from the guys, and had eventually dwindled it down to this with great, great satisfaction. Because what could possibly boil a guy’s blood more than seeing their little girl completely, utterly intoxicated? And what could possibly feel better than having the guys dote on you the next morning while you ‘recovered’ from your ‘hangover’?

“I just can’t believe you actually got my brother in on it too,” Gabby admitted. She slung an arm around your shoulders and drew you into a side-hug. “He’s such a spoilsport, he would’ve turned me down immediately.”

You shrugged. “I told you I had a special charm.”

“He should’ve stayed for a drink,” Stella said.

Gabby scoffed. “Oh, that guy can’t play a prank to save his life. He left so he didn’t burst into laughter and give it away.” She suddenly swayed, her cheeks puffing up as the world’s orbit seemed to become that bit more obvious. “Ooh. Okay, I know we didn’t have that much to drink…”

“But we still drank,” Sylvie finished, swallowing down a thickness in her throat, “yep. I feel it too.”

You were standing pretty on two drinks, one from each of the pubs you’d pitifully crawled past before the anticipation of your prank to come had dulled your appetite for wine. Gabby, Stella (especially Stella) and Sylvie had obviously drank more in those two pubs, hence why their dramatics weren’t entirely dramatics, but you had based your performance entirely on the notes you’d mentally taken over the past years as you watched drunk men enter and leave Molly’s.

“Oh, oh, shit, abort,” Gabby hissed. You turned to see movement at the door. At the sound of it swinging open as Matt, Kelly and Cruz came out, supposedly to take you home, you put those notes to good use once more.

“Gabby! Stel! Sylvieeee!” you whined, hanging onto the others. “Why can’t I have a baby koala?”

“I’m gonna puke again!” Sylvie shrieked.

“I literally might faint,” Stella said airily, a hand against her forehead.

Gabby pretended to collapse. “My head feels like a construction zone!”

The guys, including Kelly, looked horrified, well aware they were in for a night and a half.

Payback was sweet.

Chicago Fire Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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dawson-pd · 5 months

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Fav Fics

Nurse Dawson At Your Service ❤️ — you get hurt on the job and he's nursing you to get better.

I Cant Do This Alone ❤️‍🔥 — You wait for your husband to wake up from being shot.

Confessions ❤️‍🔥 — gunshot wound lands your partner in the hospital. An argument leads to surprising confessions from both of you.

Safe Again ❤️‍🔥 — you get kidnapped when an undercover assignment goes wrong.

Stalker ❤️‍🔥 — you get abducted by someone who is obsessed with you.

Buried Alive ❤️‍🔥 — you get buried alive and antonio (and the team) have to find you before you run out of oxygen.

Say Your Sorry 🌶️ — you tease Antonio at mollys

Guilty by Association ❤️‍🔥 — You get kidnapped thanks to a hit put on Antonio

A Little Something 💔 — you stand in the doorway as antonio packs to leave, and as he does, he gives you something to remember him by.

Backwards 🤰🏻— after his divorce you find out your pregnant.

Worth It 🤰🏻— your daughter is born.

Headcannon

Waking Up With Antonio 🌶️

Pregnancy Alphabet 🤰🏻

Baby Birth Alphabet 🤱🏻

NSFW Alphabet 🌶️

#antonio dawson

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marshmallows2345 · 2 years

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snapshot (jay halstead x fem! reader)

Content warning: smut, taking nudes, mirror sex, degredation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, general filth lol 😆

a/n: i swear i will get to requests! i just got back from vacation and have to get my life back on track lol, i’m working on something with antonio dawson rn

“look at yourself,” he huskily growled into your ear as he thrusted into you roughly. “look how fuckin’ pretty you are.”

his calloused hand cupped your jaw and forced your eyes to the mirror. you were a mess, sweaty, mascara smudged, and lips swollen and puffy, but you couldn’t have looked better. it was a living, breathing work of art being displayed. jay’s hot breath fanned on your neck as he took you from behind, his other hand gripping onto your hip.

“now you can see what i see, pretty girl. you looking so gorgeous, so fucked out. and this cunt is squeezing me so tight that i might just fill you up, huh?”

“oh, fuck!” you yelped as he rubbed your clit, making your body jerk. “please!”

“please what?”

“jay,” you whined. “don’t tease…”

“answer the question.”

“detective….”

“good girl. you’re gonna watch yourself as you cum. you understand?”

“yes, yes oh fuck!” you cried out as he pounded into you. “so, so fucking good, oh my god! detective! please!“

he darkly chuckled as he fucked you, fingers working your clit. you met his dark gaze in the mirror, and it sent shivers down your spine. his green eyes were blown with lust, making you whimper as your eyes locked.

“aw,” jay cooed as you rocked your hips back onto him. “you’re just the sweetest thing. next time we fuck, i wanna take some photos, maybe make a little album?”

“yes, yes! please oh my god!” you moaned as he rubbed your clit. “jay, jay..”

he grabbed your neck and tightened his hand around it. you whimpered as he forced you to look back at him.

“i thought we went over this, sweetheart. or does my dumb slut not know how to follow directions?” he asked, and your walls pulsed around him at his words. “oh, does someone like that? being a little slut?”

you nodded and meekly replied,

“your slut..”

if jay was turned on beforehand, he was absolutely feral now. hearing you give yourself to him like that drove him insane. his grip on your throat tightened as he kept driving his cock into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he hit your deepest spots. you let out louder moans as he chased his high, wanting nothing more than to watch you leak his cum. his other hand kept on rubbing your clit, wanting to watch you come undone as well.

“oh my god, oh my god i’m so fucking-ah!”

“cum for me, my slut. cum for me.”

you tumbled over the edge, hips bucking back onto jay as you rode out your high. he sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before spilling into you.

“oh shit baby…”

“get your phone,” you panted. “take a-take a photo.”

jay reached over next to him and grabbed his phone. he put it in front of you and covered your breasts and cunt with his arms and hand. as he opened the camera app, he asked,

“you sure about this?”

“i want it so bad, yes.”

he snapped a shot of the two of you, the phone covering your face and his face was buried in your neck. you felt him pull out afterwards and you let out a soft whine.

“i know, beautiful, i know. let’s get you into a bath and get you all clean.”

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poppadom0912 · 2 years

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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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hotchs-second-wife · 25 days

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DON'T BLAME ME || 1 || Jay Halstead / Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry. Read ahead at your own risk.

THEODOSIA

My phone buzzed against the bar shelf, as I slid two Long Island ice teas. The constant vibrantions from my pocket annoyed me, so lately I kept a box under the bar for employees to leave their phones if they wanted.

"Should probably answer that," Matt chided from my right. Despite the crowd in Molly's, he could still hear my phone on vibrate. Granted, we were trained to hear the littlest things.

Kelly laughed beside him. "I can guarantee it's the old man or the sister."

"More likely my sister," I snorted, pulling out another bear for them. "Less talk about my familial pressure for marriage and more drinking, boys."

"You don't need our money, you're richer than the entire department," Kelly frowns.

"I do need to pay my employees though, and I'd rather use the money made from this place than my allowance." Considering I own Molly's and not Cornelius. "I might own a department store but Molly's isn't in cahoots with Dolan Rhodes, and I'd rather keep it that way."

Kelly raised his beer in agreement, before I set off to serve other customers. I tend to the usual, everyday regulars that I only ever see in the bar and not at my full-time job, then head over to the officers and detectives sitting at the very end of my bar.

"Good evening, Lieutenant," Antonio nodded once politely, earning a light smack from me. "You might work with my sister, but I'm not getting kicked out for pissing off the bartender."

I snickered, "you have a lot more than getting kicked out to worry about, Antonio. I know all your dirty little secrets. Everyone bullshits to the bartender."

"Just the usual, Rhodes," Atwater laughed between him and Ruzek. I grabbed the men their usual drinks, moving on to cleaning the glasses in the sink.

Ruzek, amidst his friends' conversation, looked at me over his bottle. "My sister's finished med school, and I know your old man donates to Chicago Med."

"And you want me to put in a good word for her?" I nodded over his head. "Which one is she?"

"She doesn't drink, knowing the risks as a doctor and all."

I smiled. "Like her already. I'll put in a good word, as long as you bring her next time. We got a stock of non-alcoholics out back for when we have shift the next day."

Ruzek thanked me and returned to conversation with his co-workers. I heard my name called, following the voice to Gabby Dawson, one of the best paramedics I know and a damn good barkeep.

"You've met Severide's sister," Gabby waved a hand at Brooklyn Severide.

"How could I not when I babysit her niece?"

Brooklyn raised her glass to me, "my niece's mother, you mean."

"You got a kid?" One detective Jay Halstead asked me.

That particular detective that seduced one of my greatest friends, a non-blood sister, and lied to her for the sake of undercover work. He then proceed to let Molly's get set on fire, the one bar owned and worked by firefighters, and broke up with her in the end. I still wanted to kick his ass for that.

Mostly for Gabby, but also for Molly's. My poor baby.

I raised my head a little. "Best friend's kid, lost her mom. I try to be the mother she deserves." To say I'm still a little apprehensive of the detective would be an understatement.

"And you are," Brooklyn held my arm in her hand, before going back to her drink. "Best damn woman in the world, this one."

I see what's happening.

"Fire lieutenant, great with kids, animals and the elderly. Great with cops too. Did I mention she scaled a two story house to get a cat out of a tree because the truck ladder was stuck?" Brooklyn, a little tipsy already, latched onto Halstead's wrist.

He laughed. For such a dick, the laugh was cute. Really brought out a young side to him. Too bad he's a liar. "About a million times, Brooke. You tried to scout her off to Atwater this morning."

"You did?" I deadpanned. In the near decade I'd known her, Brooklyn had been trying to set me up with men—and women when I came out to her—left and right. I was too good for her brother, apparently. I doubted she realised her brother was also like a brother to me.

It just so happened that his daughter looks more like me with her gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes, and likes to call me Mommy whenever her dad brings her over.

"He's a handsome man, Rho, and he'd take good care of you." Brooklyn excused, turning back to Halstead. "Did I mention benefits? Also she's rich, so that's its own benefit."

She's trying to set me up with this dickwad.

"I'm not that urgent for a wife," Halstead shook his head at Brooklyn, keeping his arm out under his partner's hand.

Kelly called across the room to me, "Mom, baby's calling for you!" That got me there in two seconds. Elizabeth Severide was the cutest little girl in existence, and she would be gorgeous as she got older. The Italian in her would bring that out in her.

She was in every way her dad's daughter, from the smile down to the attitude. The Severide siblings were already a lot to deal with, and to pile on a mini-version of Kelly? I couldn't say no to Elli's little face though.

Elizabeth lost her mother when she was born, and the moment Kelly met his baby girl, I had been with him and encouraged him to at least see her before deciding to let her maternal grandparents take her. He'd asked me an important name to me, in which I said his name or Matt's. They were the closest to brothers I had since Connor went overseas.

When it came down to girls names, it had to be my mother's. I lost her when I was ten, to depression, but she was still my mother, down to the looks and personality. So he'd named her Elizabeth Leslie, after my mother and his best friend, Shay.

Shay was ecstatic her best friend's kid was named after her, and it happened that her middle name was Elizabeth. More often times than not, she'd call Elli by her middle name because she liked it so much.

"Hi, Mommy!" Elli waved at me over FaceTime through Kelly's phone. She was at the Herrmanns', while I worked and Kelly hung out until it was time for him to head home. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working, Reginetta." I smiled, taking the phone from her dad. She loved the little nickname I called her, since I'd promised her mother's parents I'd teach her Italian. Being privately tutored in a language of my choice helped them agree to let Kelly keep her. "Are you in bed?"

"Cindy said I can stay up until Daddy comes pick up!"

She was the cutest little 4-year-old ever.

"Well Daddy will be home with Christopher soon. Christopher is almost finished working." I took the beer from his hands.

Elli took her eyes off me for a second, looking over the phone. "Lee Henry said you have to marry soon. Do I get a new daddy?"

"No, your daddy will still be your daddy. I can't replace him."

"But Cindy said you're not marrying Daddy."

I nodded. "That's right. I'm marrying a different man, because my daddy tells me to."

"Do you not love Daddy anymore?"

Oh sweet baby. "I love your Daddy as much as I love you, Reginetta. But your Daddy isn't the man for me. He'll marry a good woman who will love you just as much as we do."

"But I don't want another Mommy, or another Daddy!" She cried, tears falling over her chubby cheeks. "Only you and Daddy!"

"It's okay, baby, you won't see my husband unless your Daddy is okay with it, and only if you want to. He'll just be Mommy's husband."

She nodded, little sniffles leaving her nose as Cindy helped her wipe her tears. "Principessa, your Daddy and I will never introduce you to a man or a woman if you don't want to meet them. Besides, you'll probably be much older when we ask about it."

"Daddy said I'll see you o-morrow at the Big House."

My house looked like a downsized version of the firehouse, so she called my house "Mommy's House" and 51 the "Big House". It worked just as well with her calling Chief Boden the "Big Man".

"That's great! Now you get ready for Daddy to come get you, and I'll see you tomorrow, little one." I hung up and gave Kelly a look to find Herrmann. He did just that, taking his phone and leaving a kiss to the side of my head beforehand.

Closing up was as easy as cleaning a pig's back. And that was an understatement, given that I know how to clean a pig while they're running around.

With everything locked up in the bar, and the front door locked, I headed out the back where I expected Brooklyn to be. We were planning to finish off Europe trip plans before we passed out, but her car was nowhere to be seen.

"Antonio said she was too drunk to stay any longer, so he took her home." Halstead's voice carried over the small parking lot reserved for Molly's employees and family. He wasn't family; not to the bar owner. "I called Severide, he said I could park here. His sister's best friend and all. You wouldn't mind, according to him."

Brooklyn was too drunk my ass. I served her all her drinks, and when I wasn't, Gabby was. I knew how much she had.

Little shit trying to set me up.

"I'm sure you know just as well as me, but I'm fully aware she's trying to set us up, and I know you're hating it just as much as you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Now you're a freaking liar, Theodosia. "Just, despise you more than the average person."

He laughed, genuinely, while he moved around his truck to open the passenger door for me. "I think there's people that would argue with that. Unlike you, I was a screwed up kid."

"And how would you know what I was like?" I asked, and he shut the door before I even got an answer. Sitting in his car in silence was peaceful, and somehow comforting. An old smell that was awfully familiar ran over my skin.

Halstead shut the driver's door after he sat down. "One, you're the most popular woman in Chicago. Two, you did everything your dad told you to, even if it was clear you didn't enjoy it. Like modelling."

That was the bane of my long existence. I hated it, and thanked whoever had been listening to my prayers that I'd found firefighting and loved it. It was the first decision I made about my career life, and the first decision I made the moment I turned 18.

Connor had wanted to leave America, start his adult life in another country while he studied medicine, but I dug my roots into the ground of the Chicago Fire Department and fought my way through the academy on my own. I made sure the brass didn't accept any money from my old man so I knew I could accomplish something in my own right.

And it wouldn't bite me in the ass later on either. I'd found myself a real family, one where Boden was a better father than my actual one.

"Brooke always talks so highly of you," Halstead mentioned, his eyes on the road.

For as long as I've known Kelly, I've known Brooklyn. Sweet girl, only a year younger than me. I was almost directly in the middle of the Severides, with Kelly three years my senior. Kelly had been my guide right out of the academy, and when Boden wasn't mentoring me, Kelly was taking me over the basics of rescue firefighting. He'd been candidate for a few months before Matt had arrived, then he was bumped up to rescue squad about a month before I appeared.

Matt and Kelly, being a couple years older, wanted me to get close to Brooklyn, since we were closer in age and women. I was 22, and Brooklyn 21, when Kelly took us out drinking for her 21st. Unbeknownst to Brooklyn—or Kelly—one of the guys over at Firehouse 38 had preyed his eyes on the fresh 21-year-old in the bar.

I'd beaten the shit out of him, and Boden had to convince the patrol sergeant in charge not to charge me. That I was a dedicated firefighter that was just shy of 3 weeks from moving up to search squad, and that I didn't need a stained record when the lieutenants were already riding my ass.

I've had Brooklyn glued to my hip at bars since then. She was always great company, and much more of a pleasure to be around than Kelly when she was drunk. A giggly, playful sort.

She looked up to like the older sister she didn't have, and admired that I put my foot down to my father. Something she wishes she could do.

"Yeah, well, Benny and my father aren't all that different. One's just rich and the other one is god knows where." It was true, for the most part. I knew where Benny was, or where he should've been. And I knew he was coming up to Chicago to see his granddaughter.

Halstead agreed. "She said he's a better grandfather than a father."

"Most shit dads tend to be better with other people's kids. Benny's been great to me, but that's just to get on Kelly's good side. Be nice to your granddaughter's mother figure and you get your son happy."

He didn't say anything to that, but I didn't expect him to. As much as I knew about him, which wasn't much since he'd only been Brooklyn's partner for less than a month, but he didn't have all that good a relationship with his dad either. That's mostly why he and Brooklyn were so close as far as I was concerned.

"About that wife thing," Halstead glanced in his rearview mirror. "I need a wife to get my inheritance from my mother. It's been 10 years, and her will lawyer said if neither my brother nor I claim any of the money, it'll just go to my father. She wanted Will and I to have anything she did, since Dad didn't see her right to the end."

Well shit. Here I was being a bitch about him earlier and bitching to Otis about Brooklyn trying to set me up to marry him, and he needs a wife to keep money from his horrid father.

"She mentioned your dad's been on you to marry men twice your age and you're hating it."

"Hating is an understatement. I could pick any one of them out in a line up against my dad and I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference."

Halstead paused, looking at me before he continued. "She suggested I marry you purely to get your dad off your ass and my inheritance from my dad."

"How long do you have?"

"A week. My mom died 10 years ago on Friday."

A husband—a detective husband at that—would get my father to back off. He could get the inheritance he's keeping from his father, and I'd get to live my life in peace from an unwanted marriage.

"Okay, you have a deal."

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callsign-dexter · 7 months

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Love in Sickness

Request: My love 💕 I feel soo terrible at the moment 🤧 would you do something for a lovely anon, with Antonio, where he's taking care of his sick girlfriend and all being lovely and a worried mother hen ? That would be awesome 💖

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Sick!Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: to the dear sweet anon that sent this in: I hope you're feeling better and sorry I didn't get it out sooner to you!

A/N 2: two fics on the same day? What is going on?

You hadn’t been feeling that great since Thursday of last week. It started out with a scratchy throat but you thought nothing of it and ate some cough drops and drank some tea with honey. Then came the runny nose and sneezing again you thought nothing of it and took some allergy meds and went on with your day. Antonio was worried about you but you just said you were fine and he left it at that, he knew how you got when you got upset. Nothing new happened on Saturday or Sunday so you thought it was over since the symptoms cleared up, you were wrong.

You worked as a teacher so that means you were working with kids and were bound to get sick at some point, turns out that some point was Thursday. You hated being sick. You and being sick did not get along. When you got sick it took you out for several days and you hated it. You also hated to tell Antonio because he tended to go overboard on the mothering. But he was a detective and always found out. You sighed and decided to get up and try to get some fluids into yourself and maybe something to eat, if you could keep it down that is.

It was now Monday and you felt worse than you did on Thursday. Antonio had already gone to work since he had to be up and out the door at 6 AM. So, you woke up to an empty bed which made you feel 10x worse. You laid in bed for a few minutes until you felt your stomach churn and bile started to come up your throat so you jumped up out of bed and into the bathroom. You had just barley made it to the toilet before everything in your stomach had come out. When you were done and all you were doing was dry heaving, you leaned against the wall after flushing the toilet and was catching your breath. Finally, after you caught it and walked to where your phone was and called into work and told them you were sick and told you to come back when you were feeling better. You slowly grabbed Antonio’s hoodie that was hanging off the bedpost and threw it out, it seemed to swallow you whole and brought you comfort and it smelled like him and made you smile. You slipped your phone into the pocket and began your journey to the kitchen.

When you tried to stand up you saw black dots appear in your vision so you sat back down until you felt like you could move. About 10 minutes later when your heart stopped racing you tried again and this time it was successful. You used the wall and slowly walked to the kitchen and then you collapsed onto one of the kitchen chairs. Once you felt like you got some strength you got up and made some soup, once it was done you grabbed a bowl from the top shelf and shivered as you did so. Your muscles screamed at you and you whimpered just the tiniest bit but got the bowl down. You got some of it and went and sat down on the couch. You took one bite but once it hit your stomach it was coming back up and you were running to the bathroom.

Once you were done dry heaving and expelling what little soup you did eat you flushed the toilet and then made your way to the couch. Your legs shook like a newborn foal standing for the first time. Once at the couch you just collapsed onto it with a sigh. You must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you knew you were being startled awake by your phone vibrating and ringing. You woke up in a sweat but slid it out of the hoodie pocket and squinted at the screen and saw that it was Antonio calling. You answered it and then closed your eyes while beginning to talk.

“Hey, Babe.” You said a little out of it.

“Hey, Baby Girl. You’re not at work?” He said and then you realized that he must’ve went to see you on his and your lunch break, which somehow seemed to match up.

“I’m sorry, Babe. I called in sick. I woke up throwing up.” You said trying to fight nausea.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said and you could hear him smile through the phone. You always cared about other people first before you.

“You never bother me. I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, I just got to pick up some stuff first.” He said and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Ok. I love you.” You said

“I love you too. Now rest up. I’ll be home soon.” He said and then hung up the phone. I took you a minute to realize he had hung up and you pulled the phone away from your ear.

You must’ve fallen back to sleep because you woke up to Antionio running his fingers through your hair. “’Tonio?” You asked sleepily and vision blurry.

“It’s me. How are you feeling? You’re burning up.” He asked and you shook your head which was a mistake because that just brought a headache on and you winced.

“Not good.” You said throat scratchy from the vomiting. He smiled at you and softly.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Have you eaten anything?” He asked

“Yea, but it came up.” You said and closed your eyes covering them.

“The light bothering you?” He asked

“Mhm.” You said

“Do you want to move to the bedroom? It would be more comfortable than the couch.” He asked and you nodded slightly. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“I can try.” You said and started to stand up while wincing at the light, you were still in your sweatpants and his hoodie. When you stood up, with his help, your legs started to shake again.

“I’ll carry you.” He said and bent down to hook an arm under your knees and then around your shoulders. He gently bent your legs and the next thing you knew you were being carried back into the bedroom. Antonio laid you down gently and pulled the covers over you and you snuggled into his hoodie and the covers. He started to leave but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. “I’ll be right back. I need to put the stuff away I got and bring you a Gatorade and a bucket. I also want to get a thermometer to check the temperature of yours.” He said and you nodded and let him leave. Antonio was always good to you when you were sick and you truly loved it even if he did go crazy overboard at times. He walked back into the bedroom carrying the things he needed for you and then sat down and helped you sit up. “Open.” He said and you did and he put the thermometer under your tongue and 30 seconds later it beeped it read 103°F (39.4°C). “Here take some Tylenol. It’ll help with the fever.” He said and you took it and gave you the Gatorade to wash it down.

“You’re so nice to me.” You mumbled out and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on you in a few.” He said and you nodded already half asleep. Every now and then he would come in with a cool wash cloth and dab your forehead. You didn’t once move or make a sound. You tended to be a heavy sleeper especially being sick. He stroked your hair and felt your forehead with the back of his hand occasionally. He would then go back to doing some tasks around the apartment waiting on you to wake up and tending to you.

3hrs later you woke up with a start and really needed to use the bathroom. So, you shakily pulled the covers back and started to get up and when Antiono walked in. “What are you doing?” He said with a chuckle.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You said and he chuckled.

“I’ll help you.” He said and came over and helped you walk to the bathroom. Once you we were there, you did your business and then flushed. Surprisingly you hadn’t thrown up but then again you hadn’t eaten anything. “Do you want to try the couch?” He asked and you nodded. So, he helped you there and sat you down. He retook your temperature and was happy to see it was back down too normal. He bent down and kissed you on the forehead.

Antonio took care of you for the rest of the time you were sick until 3 days later and you finally started to feel like yourself again. You still didn’t have your strength and he helped you with that. Somehow, he hadn’t gotten sick and you were jealous of that but you didn’t love him any less. You really considered yourself lucky when you met him. You weren’t going to let him go anytime soon that’s for sure.

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