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thirtysomethingloser92 · 1 month

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The complicated slow burn romance between you, Peter Stone and the unforgiving forces that keep pushing you apart just to bring you back together again.

Chapter 1 out of 10 (Possibly) Summary:

From First to final meetings, time and time again Peter Stone showed you that nothing ever was what it seemed. A bunch of one-shots showing how your love for him grew throughout the years.

Chapter 1: Present Day; The Unspoken Words and the Hardest Goodbyes.

“I did this for you. I did all of this for you,”

His hands were on either side of your face, his steely grey eyes begging you, pleading with you to understand. To see what he was saying. What his eyes were screaming at you to understand.

The rain lightly around you, the lump in your throat growing with every passing second. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, a smell that had enveloped you more often than not in the passing few months leading up to today. Every bone in your body begged you to lean into his touch, to allow yourself the same comfort today that you had allowed yourself previously. Yet your brain was screaming at you to stay away from him, that there was something wrong with everything that he has just done for you.

You could hear the bustling New York traffic around you, you could hear the wet slaps of people’s feet hitting the wet pavement, but all you could hear was him, all you could feel were the heat from his hands, the pounding of your heart.

“I never asked you to do any of this though,” You returned, “I nev-I never asked you to manufacture evidence,” The guilt hit your stomach like a fist. This man in front of you was willing to put his whole career at risk for you.

Was it because he loved you? You were almost afraid to ask him. There had been so many times in the past few months that you wanted to ask him, so many times that you wanted to tell him that you saw the glances, that you saw the smiles, and that you felt it all too.

“I know. I did this because I wanted to. And I think that’s what scares me the most,” You could see him swallow deep, his hands moving down to your neck and lower to your upper arms, “I didn’t even hesitate. All I remember was seeing your face when we told you that Delwry might get away with this and I knew that I couldn’t let that happen. I’ve watched you through every examination, through every interview through every sleepless night and I knew that I owed you at least this,” His hands finally fell off your arms, “I don’t know how, or when it even happened. But you became someone so important to me. The best parts of my days were seeing you and listening to you talk my ear off about the most mundane things. And I think that’s why I need to go back to Chicago. There was a boundary that was crossed somewhere and I was willing to risk everything for you, everything I worked so hard to build. I was willing to risk it just so I knew you had closure because you suddenly became everything to me,”.

The pounding in your ears got louder.

You brain knew what he was saying, even without him saying it. You couldn’t look at him anymore, moving your eyes down to the wet concrete below. You could feel yourself wanting to scream at him, to tell him that he was an idiot and you don’t need him to baby you.

You just needed him.

You’ve always just needed him.

“When my sister died, there was just you. You were the only person I wanted. You watched as I-“ He cut himself off which made you look up at him, his eyes were slightly glazed over as he gave you a small smile, “ And I think maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to-“ He shook his head and looked away from you out at the traffic, “I have to go,”.

With your heart in your throat and the beating so loud you could barely hear yourself even think, “Say it,” You found your voice somewhere in between the heartbeats, “Finish that sentence,”

His face was blank, calm almost. He could turn it on and off like a tap you’ve noticed. He would either show you his whole heart or nothing at all. There was never an in-between with the pair of you. He was throwing up his walls and you wondered how much he was truly struggling with. “I can’t,” He whispered, “I can’t make this any harder,”.

You nodded, looking away and feeling the lump in your throat where the tears were going to fall. You turned back to him, watching as the small water droplets fell on his large overcoat “I think I’m going to miss you councillor,” You found yourself choking out. A tight smile crossed his face, “I think I’m going to miss you too detective,” There was so much more you needed to say to him, so much more that you needed to scream at him, “Hey, if you’re ever in Chicago I have a great couch you can stay on,” He joked, the smile on his face never once fully reaching his eyes.

“I might hold you to that one day Peter Stone,” You joked, “Please stay safe,” You whispered.

Peter once again reached his hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing it gently. Smiling softly as you unconsciously leaned into it, “I should be saying that to you,” He swallowed once again, “I didn’t think it would be this hard to say goodbye to you,” He whispered back.

You stood there, both staring at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. The sounds of the city faded into the background, leaving only the echo of ‘what ifs’ lingering around you.

"I never wanted any of this," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the busy streets. "I never wanted you to sacrifice everything for me, I would have been okay,”.

Peter's gaze softened, a mixture of regret and longing flickering in his eyes. "I know," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But I couldn't stand by and watch you suffer. All I could think about while I was doing it were the nights I used to find you in your living room crying, the days when you wouldn’t eat, how angry you were when they released you from the hospital. I couldn't bear the thought of you not finding closure".

His words struck a chord deep within you, a reminder of the bond that had formed between you amidst the chaos and turmoil of your the past few years. Yet, even as his touch lingered on your cheek, you couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of emptiness threatening to consume you. "I don't want you to go," you confessed, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I need you".

Peter's expression wavered, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he composed himself once more “You’ll never need anyone. You’re one of the strongest people I know,” He swallowed deeply “I have to do this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For both of us."

The realization hit you like a sledgehammer, the truth of his words cutting through the walls you had built around your heart. You had always known that Peter carried the weight of his past with him, that the ghosts of his past sins haunted him in ways you could never fully understand. "I wish things were different," you murmured, your voice laced with regret. Peter's gaze softened, a silent acknowledgment passing between you.

In that moment, you both knew that some wounds ran too deep to heal, that some sacrifices were inevitable in the grand scheme of things. "It’ll always be you and me," he vowed, his voice filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "No matter where life takes us."

Tears welled in your eyes, a silent truth to the depth of the connection you shared, the bond that would always be there even when theres distance between you. "I know,” you whispered, your voice barely a whisper.

For a moment, time stood still, the world fading into oblivion as you lost yourself in the depths of each other's gaze. In that brief moment, you found a strange comfort in the acknowledgement that you and him, no matter where you are in life, will always share a bond that no one could ever take away.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times. You wanted to say it, god did you want to say it.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him, that you loved him with every muscle in your body. You wanted press your lips against his and beg him not to leave; but you understood. You knew why he had to finally leave. He had been compromised.

As Peter's silent figure turned and disappeared into the sea of bustling bodies, a sense of longing washed over you, not a single further word being spoken between you both. Your heart felt like it was sinking into your feet. Like it was as if you were waiting for the ground below to swallow you up. After everything that had happened you knew that he was the one true person you had been able to count on.

#Peter Stone x Reader #Peter Stone #Law and Order: SVU #Chicago Justice #Reader Insert

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Too Sober

Warnings: Language, flirting, usual banter Peter Stone x fem!reader

You gave a friendly wave to Sergeant Platt as you walked into the 21st District, case files in your hands. You’d come straight from court so you were in a hip hugging pencil skirt, heels, and pale purple dress shirt, buttons undone a bit to be more comfortable, your blazer hung low over your waist, shielding your badge.

“Y/N, Good to see you again.” Trudy greeted happily, you approached the desk,

“Good to see you too.” You started, “How’s McHolland?”

“Great.” She beamed, “You here on business?” You held up the handful of files,

“To a point I guess, Peter still up there?”

“Yeah. Head on up.”

“Thanks Trudy!” You flashed her a smile as she buzzed you up to Intelligence. Your eyes scanned around the room as you climbed the last couple of stairs, unfamiliar faces bent over their work at their desks, or chatting amongst themselves. A few looked up at the sound of your heels clicking on the floor, a scruffy faced blonde was the first to approach you, a gleam in his eye as he drank in your appearance,

“Hey, what can I help you with?”

“Looking for Peter Stone.” You’d been at the precinct before but never up to Intelligence, you figured he was either in or watching an interrogation, but weren’t sure where that exactly was.

“He’s in interrogation right now, should be out soon. Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured to his desk, you could practically feel his eyes burning through your skin as you walked towards him, leaning against his desk. “Stone never mentioned his assistant was so pretty.” He said that part quietly so only you could hear, a smirk evident on his face. You scoffed lightly at that, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Let me guess….you’re Ruzek…”

“Call me Adam.” He smiled over at you, reaching out to shake your hand, lingering at the touch a little too long, you rolled your eyes,

“I am way too sober for this.” You muttered under your breath,

“I mean, I could always buy you a drink at the end of the day.” Adam practically licked his lips as he drank in your form again, causing you to outwardly laugh at that. He mocked offence, moving even closer to you “Multiple drinks? Dinner maybe?” You cocked an eyebrow,

“Y/N!” Peters voice rung out through the room, and you were so incredibly thankful for the save, (though you were one second away from revealing just who you actual were, probably humiliating the young officer, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened) turning away from Adam, your eyes giving a grateful look to the A.S.A. You held the files out for Stone to take,

“You wanted these?”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He replied, taking the files from you, starting to flip through the first one as Adam spoke up from behind you,

“Stone, didn’t know you got a new assistant.” Peter stopped, glancing up at the officer across from him, cocking an eyebrow looking between Adam and you, a smirk placed on his face.

“Assistant? Is that what she told you?” He chuckled lightly, Ruzek nearly immediately started to retreat, taking a step back, a confused look on his face, his eyes flickered to Voight as he made his way into the room.

“Captain!” He exclaimed, making his way over to you, giving your hand a shake before pulling you into a quick hug, “Good to see you again, need something from us?” Adam’s face paled, you laughed softly,

“No, just dropping off something for my husband.” You stroked Peters arm gently, your eyes made their way back to Ruzek, “You know, for someone wanting to be a detective you should really be better at taking in clues.” You made a purposeful show of pushing your blazer back with your left hand, showing off not only your badge but your wedding ring. “Captain Stone, major crimes,” You gave a tilt of your head to Ruzek considering you’d already shaken hands.

“Captain…”He muttered out, “Or…Mrs Stone….nice to meet you.” Peter let out a laugh at that, giving a soft kiss to the side of your head,

“Call her Captain at work unless want your balls cut off.” You laughed, smacking his chest with the back of your hand, Adam visibly tensed,

“He’s joking.” You smiled, “You didn’t know…but if you show up at my precinct I expect Captain.” Voight glanced amidst the three of you as Jay and Kim tried their best to hide their hysterical laughter in the corner of the room.

“Adam, you harassing one of my best detectives?” Ruzek sputtered as Voight laughed, clapping you on the back, “Thanks for giving me some entertainment this week, you should stop by more often.” You laughed at that,

“Thanks Hank. I’ll always remember where I came from,” You squeezed his hand gently, “I’ve already been gone long enough, gotta get back to my squad.” You kissed Peter on the cheek gently, turning to leave.

“I’ll walk you out.” He stated, gathering up the files into his briefcase, following you out of the precinct, “You really enjoy torturing people who don’t realize you outrank them, don’t you?” He chuckled lightly,

“Of course baby, I’ve got to entertain myself somehow.” You smiled against his lips, kissing him softly, looping your hand around his tie, pulling his body against yours, enhancing the kiss. “I also enjoy torturing officers who think I’m a piece of meat when I happen to be married to their A.S.A.” Peter laughed at that,

“You’re evil, baby.” A quick kiss to your soft lips,

“Oh I know.” Your lips met his again, “I’ll see you at home?” You questioned, Peter stroked the side of your face his thumb stroking over your lips,

“Of course my love,” He pulled you into him for a gentle forehead kiss, “Stay safe.”

“Always.” You gave a strong squeeze to his hand before making your way off to your car to head back to your squad.

#peter stone #peter stone x reader #law and order svu #chicago p.d.#chicago justice #chicago pd #svu #peter stone one shot

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redpool · 1 year

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I dont think you understand how much I love Antonio Dawson. I honestly don't know why, but I just always have.

#i reckon at first it was because i had a crush on him #i mean i still do but its been like 8 years since i first discovered him #antonio dawson #jon seda #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago justice #one chicago #chicago fire lb #liveblog

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maurawrites · 9 months

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Taylor Kinney as Kelly Severide in CHICAGO JUSTICE

#taylor kinney #kelly severide #chicago justice #onechicagoedit #chicago fire #maura makes things

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agentcable · 18 days

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Chicago Justice Season 1 Ep. 1 "Fake"

Assistant State's Attorney Peter Stone and Chief Investigator Antonio Dawson are preparing to prosecute the suspect responsible for the warehouse fire. However, the suspect's supposed confession is deemed inadmissible, and the defense prevents a cross-examination of the defendant by Stone. Therefore, the State's Attorney's office must find a motive and bring justice to both the victims and their families.

The crossover between Chicago Fire and Chicago P.D. concludes in this episode, which began on "Deathtrap" and continued on "Emotional Proximity".

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

The courthouse is packed with media and families of the victims. The police questioned Dylan Oates' acquaintances, Peter Stone and Anna Valdez. In court, Dylan informs the judge that he is waiving his right to counsel as the hearing is only about whether he will be granted bail. One of the parents shouts to hang him, while others yell that he killed his son. He is denied bail.

Stone and Jefferies walk towards their office. They both doubt Voight's claim that Dylan confessed. Although they have a witness who saw him start the fire, she has trouble with her vision now. On the plus side, one of the victims was Olinsky's daughter Lexi. Jefferies wants his ASA team to figure out why. They all know he is a monster, but they need to give a reason to the jury. Otherwise, the jury won't be able to comprehend the monstrosity. He informs Stone that cases such as this one could make or break his career. Losing would be catastrophic.

Alvin Olinsky visits Antonio Dawson, who offers his condolences. Laura Nagel from the ASA office also offers her condolences. Olinsky privately discusses with Antonio the possibility of an attorney claiming coercion. Antonio asks if Oates confessed, to which he responds that the culprit killed Lexi. When Antonio returns, Laura suggests that things seem suspicious. Antonio denies knowledge, stating that he was not present to hear anything. She states that she is part of the team but needs to know which team they belong to before the game commences.

Antonio and Laura visit Dylan's parents, who insist that he is innocent; his father asserts their right to remain silent. He then complains, asking when the media "pricks" will leave them alone. Antonio sarcastically responds that unfortunately, they have rights! Mrs. Oates informs them that Dylan was a loner. He woldn't go to a rave. He was a data processor, and 8 hourrs on the computer was never enough. Non of this is an element of murder.

Antonio closes the door and talks to Peter Stone about kids. He wants to grab Olinsky and tell him that everything will be okay, but he knows it won't be.

Antonio admits that he didn't actually hear the confession; only Voight and Olinsky did. Stone was aware of this fact all along but is furious that it took Antonio 24 hours to tell him the truth. They argue about ethics and what is right when Anna interrupts announcing that Albert Forest made a motion to suppress the confession.

During the meeting, Voight tells Stone that he needs to trust him and that he has the right to take the stand to tell his story. Stone responds by saying that having a right and doing what is right are two completely different things. Before leaving, Stone offers his condolences to Voight.

In court, Stone stands up and announces that the people will not oppose his motion to suppress the confession. Upon hearing this, Olinsky leaves the courtroom. Although Albert Forest is pleased that people have identified the weaknesses in their case, Stone intends to proceed to trial and has been granted permission.

Anna provides Stone with a list of articles related to the Kimball factory, including one that mentions a "Kiddie Sex Den". They discover that the raves were organized by pedophiles to attract underage teenagers. Anna mentions that, according to a therapist, pyromania is one of the consequences of child abuse. Stone informs Jefferies that they now have a motive. However, Jefferies is hesitant, as he believes that this could give the defense an opportunity to use a sympathy defence. He instructs them to stick to the actual facts they have.

During the investigation, Lt. Kelly Severide from the Chicago Fire Department testified in court. Severide was questioned by Forest about Mr. Kimball's failure to follow fire codes. Tamara also testified and described Dylan's behaviour on the night of the rave. Stone presented the same items to the jury.

When Forest asked Tamara if she was under the influence of drugs or alcohol, she admitted to taking some Molly but remained steadfest in her account of what she witnessed, despite Forest's persistent questioning. Voight is next on the stand. He confirms the findings in Dylan's apartment. Forest tries to intimidate him by bringing up Lexi. If they could get someone convicted for the fire, it would give Olinsky some peace. The judge wants to know why the confession wasn't put into evidence. If the ASA can't believe his words, how can he expect the court to believe him now?

Stone and Anna are in the office when Anna asks if he could ever defend someone like Dylan Oates. He says he would never have to think about it. He is a prosecutor because he thinks of the victims, and right now, he is letting 39 of them down. They decide to subpoena Anders, the writer of the article about raves being used for underage sex. Anders says, he doesn't need preperation for court because he is a journalist and has the 1st amendment and shield law to protect him. Stone insists that what he does is not journalism and threatens to have Anders arrested for contempt. Anders mentions a weekend that Stone spent at the Huntington Hotel in Grand Beach four years ago.

Stone demands an explanation for Anders' actions, but Anders counters by asking if Stone has an idea of the lawsuit he would have to deal with from the 39 families. Stone challenges Anders to prove his claims, but Anders refuses to reveal his sources. Before leaving, Anders tells Stone to give his regards to Joan. Stone informs Joan that Anders is aware of their affair. Joan reuqests that Stone not call him as a witness, but she realizes that Stone is not seeking her permission; he is merely warning her. In anger, she stroms out of the restaurant.

Anders is a hostile witness. He admits that the article is about underage sex, where pedophiles drugged and got children high to manipulate them. The defense has no questions, and the prosecution rests.

Anna visits Stone's office and asks if he is okay. He is frustrated that Forest did not question Anders or his article. Anna suggests that Anders may have something on Forest. In court, Mrs. Oates maintains that her son is innocent, but admits that he changed after returning from a fishing trip with her brother, who she now confesses was molesting him. She believes that if Dylan committed the fire and killing of the children, it is her fault, not his.

During the conversation, Stone learns that Forest intentionally sent a list of articles to him, not by mistake. Forest did this to enable Stone to introduce the defense to him. Forest questions whether Mrs. Oates way lying and emphasizes that perception is everything. He claims that Dylan was never abused. Stone reminds Forest that there are 39 deceased children, but Forest is only concerned about protecting the one living child. Forest is confident that the trial will end in a hung jury.

Stone intends to call Dylan Oates as a witness. The judge grants Forest 24 hours to prepare his client.

Antonio and Laura are tasked with locating a witness who has not yet come forward. While at the memorial site, Antonio encounters Olinsky who expresses regret for not having killed Oates when he had the opportunity. Olinsky provides a tip when they discover a note from Chloe, who had not previously given a statement.

Laura visits Chloe's room to speak with her. Upon seeing the note she left for her deceased brother, she begins to cry. She admits to recognizing Dylan, who was arguing with a girl named Tamra. They confront Tamra with the knowledge that she knew more than just stepping on a paper bag.

On social media, she rejected him and went to a party instead of going out with him. She posted about it on Facebook, claiming responsibility for the deaths of all those people. Anna mentioned that she might have to testify, but Stone said only if necessary.

Dylan denied that his uncle did anything inappropriate to him while on the stand. Stone approached the stand and asked why Dylan claimed his mother knew nothing about his life, then questioned him about his Facebook. Dylan denies being on Facebook, but Stone claims he opened a fake account, which Dylan denies.

Stonr presents a picture of Tamra Collins, and Dylan claims it is the blind girl who accused him. Stone questions why her pictures are all over Dylan's account if he doesn't know her. Dylan becomes jealous of the pictures showing Tamra having a good time. Finally, Dylan snaps and asks why he should care if Tamra would rather hang out with garbage than him? Stone has no further questions, and closing arguments will happen next.

Forest claims that Stone picked Dylan as his patsy. Stone admits that he did not disclose why Dylan started the fire and killed those 39 kids. Dylan himsel revealed the reason. He stalked a girl who did not reciprocate his feelings, hiding behind social media and a keyboard, where deceit and voyeurism thrive. Dylan repeatedly pounds his fist on the table until the judge orders him to stop.

In Dylan's mind, Tamra had the perfect life, and he was not a part of it. He resented not being part of her Facebook life. Stone asked if the tears were for the 39 dead or for his own life. Dylan attacked Stone and was restrained and removed from the courtroom. The jury found him guilty of aggravated arson and 39 counts of first-degree murder.

#USA #TV Serie #Crime #Legal #Drama #2017 #One Chicago #Chicago Justice

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thena0315 · 22 days

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If you add up all the One Chicago franchise episodes together up to the final count of the 2023-2024 season:

Fire: 252 Episodes

PD: 221 Episodes

Med: 176 Episodes

Justice: 13 Episodes

= 662 Episodes

#one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #chicago justice #episode count

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cerealbishh · 1 year

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monica being adorable behind the scenes of the FOXES magazine shoot

#monica barbaro #top gun maverick #unreal #the good cop #chicago justice #stumptown

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coraphoenix · 2 years

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How different Monica Barbaro characters would comfort you if you were feeling down

Characters included: Natasha Trace (TGM), Anna Valdez (Chicago Justice), Cora Vasquez (The Good Cop)

Warnings: I don't think there are any. This is mostly just fluff and comfort!

Phoenix, as we see in the movie with Rooster, cares about her friends, especially when she can tell they're not feeling right. Her approach to comfort may seem too practical to some, but it's who she is.

♠️Natasha Trace

"Talk to me."

She wants to hear how you're feeling/what you're thinking. That way she can decide on the best course of action. Slightly solution-focused and will give you pep-talks. Also strikes me as someone who offers physical affection as comfort on occasion: tight hugs that feel like they're stitching your pieces back together, an affectionate hair ruffle, a firm back rub. She's a solid force, and that on its own is soothing. You have her in your corner, and you know she'll always be there for you!

One of the things I really loved about Anna's character is that she was no-nonsense but also very sympathetic. She's the person you call at 1 AM, knowing she'll be awake and more importantly, that she will really listen.

⚖️Anna Valdez

She's smart about dealing with people's emotions and is very easy to spill your guts to. Is it partly because it's a skill she's learned on the job? Maybe. Will listen to you, asking just the right questions to prompt you along when you're struggling to make sense of something. After ranting to her and feeling relieved, she would probably take you somewhere to get a bite to eat. If it's too late, she'll come over with take-out.

Cora wanted a family for as long as she could remember, someone to care for and get cared for by in return. Having you as her best friend is like having the little sister she always wanted. That includes rushing to you if you ever need her.

👮🏻‍♀️Cora Vasquez

She'll sit with you in darkness with a funny rom-com playing in the background if that's what you need, your head on her shoulder, her arm around you. Cora is someone who definitely plays with your hair, and you often find little braids after a movie night. If you don't want to talk, she's still happy to be there for you. Will often do the talking herself in those cases: "Listen to me, I know you might not want to talk about what's upsetting you, but I'm here for you, whether that's tomorrow or in a week." If someone's really hurt or upset you, she is rocking up to their house with her badge and all, and having a very serious talk with them.

She cares. A lot. She cares that you know she'll always be there for you because she didn't always have that. Physical touch and words of affirmation are the main tools in her arsenal.

And trust me, you do not want to be on the receiving end of her glare.

#natasha phoenix trace #cora vasquez #anna valdez #monica barbaro #natasha trace #cora vasquez x reader #anna valdez x reader #chicago justice #the good cop #top gun maverick #natasha trace x reader

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natashatrace · 3 months

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MONICA BARBARO as ANNA VALDEZ Chicago Justice 1.01

#one chicago #chicago justice #monica barbaro #monicabarbaroedit #chicagojusticeedit #onechicagoedit #userelm #smallscreensource #usertelevision #myedit #SHE

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tarararaboomdeay · 9 months

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I don't feel like this is talked about enough. BTW, I'm still new to the One chicago franchise, but ummm.. Laura Nagels' small reassemblance to Jules/Julie Willhite? Also, from the episodes I've watched of "Chicago Justice," I noticed how Antonio is always the one to knock on the door or enter first rather than Laura. Idk if it was intentional by the writers, but yeah.

#antonio dawson #jon seda #chicago justice #joelle carter #one chicago #Laura Nagel #chicago pd

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destiny-slayer · 1 year

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#monica barbaro #natasha trace #cora vasquez #anna valdez #top gun maverick #chicago justice #the good cop #phoenix #op

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watasemasaru · 9 months

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GOD THIS LAW&ORDER/CHICAGO ERA OF TRYING TO CLAIM TUMBLR IS A PARTY GOER WEBSITE IS SO FUNNY. PETER PLEASE WE'RE NOT THROWING PARTIES WE ARE ROMANTICIZING CANNIBALISM AND SUICIDE BAITING EACH OTHER 😭😭😭

#chicago justice #law and order #peter stone #philip winchester #this is the second time on a dick wolf show that dropped tumblr and it was already after yahoo blew their brains out after losing all that $

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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First Date Turned Tradition

Peter Stone x reader Warnings: language, fluff. Covers the "stargazing" square for @adarafaelbarba bingo! for the sake of the story peter stays on playing ball and doesnt become a lawyer

Peter obviously loved baseball season, though baseball season was kind of year round when you were playing pro. But there was something so much more exciting about the actual season when games were played, the stands were full of excited fans cheering, drinking, and having a great time.

He loved the adrenaline of a good game, the sneaky cues between him and the catcher to know exactly what kind of pitch to throw the other team off with and win the game.

He would never admit it to certain people, but he also loved the ego boost that came with being a pro ball player. The cheers and claps on the back from the men, often accepting drinks from those who were fans if they ran into each other later in the night. And it was more than easy to get free drinks from the girls, the ones who would give a little shy giggle from across the bar, their skin sun kissed from a day in the stadium, already a little tipsy from the overpriced shitty beers.

He usually would just flirt his way through the night accept the drinks and on the rare occasion, take one (or two) back to his hotel room and keep the party going all through the night.

But then there were the special ones, the ones who he could tell were actually there cause they enjoyed the sport, knew exactly what was going on, yelled appropriately when strikes or bad calls were made. The ones who weren’t just smirking cause they were ball bunnies.

Sometimes they were hidden away in the pricey sky boxes with top shelf liquor and snooty friends, rich supporters of the team.

But sometimes, like today, they were right on the sidelines, directly above the dugout and in the ample spot to chat.

Peter would flash a stunning grin, sign a couple of jersey’s, leisurely lean up against the fence while making some small talk with various fans in between innings.

But there was something about you that caught his eye, you glanced his way a couple of times, returning his smile with a glittering one of your own before your eyes darted back towards the game, letting out an offended yell as the other team tagged out one of the Cubs.

You were dressed in a cub’s jersey, fitted just enough but loose just enough to be comfortable, a pair of jean shorts with a matching hat. It was clear you were a fan, and you knew exactly what the game was about.

When he caught your eye again after coming off the field, he nodded his head in a ‘come hither’ motion and you rolled your eyes with a grin, playfully shaking your head before you scooped up your beer and moved over to the railing.

He introduced himself, some playful banter exchanged between the two of you as you laughed, saying you knew exactly who he was, and that his striking out record was pretty impressive. You managed to keep up with him jab for jab, pulling laughs from him, even managing to fluster him a little bit.

He disappeared into the dugout for a second, returning with the sharpie he used to sign mitts and jersey’s with, pulling the cap off with his teeth before grabbing your arm, scrawling his phone number onto the inside of your forearm before shooting you a wink and dashing back out onto the field.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at his flirtation, the grin evident on your cheeks as you returned to your seat.

When the game was over, you gave Peter a celebratory salute and wave before leaving the stadium with your friends. Despite not texting him right away, you did end up at the same bar by chance where he offered to buy you a drink and you got to know each other a little more personally.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asked with a wicked grin, “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh Mr Stone… I do not go home on the first date.”

“Call me Peter. Mr Stone’s my father. And I promise I will walk you home like a perfect gentlemen when the night is up, nothing but an innocent bit of fun. Scout’s honour.”

You couldn’t resist the sparkle in his eyes, the cheeky grin on his face, he would stay true to his word, you knew it.

Much to your surprise, he sneakily looped his arm in yours, walking through the streets and the conversation drifted back to baseball. How you’d grown up on the sport, going to games with you Dad. He’d worked for the city, which mean weekly free tickets and extra free BBQ’d hot dogs and burgers through the season. How you tried your hand at playing but it was always just for fun, you were definitely not good enough aside from a group of friends drinking beers and playing ball during the summer months.

You were laughing at yourself, reminiscing about the time you’d nearly broken your cousin’s nose with a rouge ball when you stopped suddenly, realizing you were outside the stadium.

“What’re we doing here?” you asked, looking up at Peter who smiled in response.

“It’s a clear night.” He gestured toward the sky, “and there’s nothin’ like the view of the stars from the pitcher mound.”

“We’re breaking in?!”

“Nah, that would be illegal.” He shot you a wink before leading you towards one of the back doors, punching in a code and leading you through it before quickly silencing another alarm.

Hand in hand he lead you out to the field, watching the grin spread on your cheeks, the way your eyes lit up as you looked toward the sky.

There was no lie to his words, the sky full of glittering diamonds against a dark background.

“it’s so beautiful.” You said in awe and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“oh I know…”

He tugged you to the pitcher’s mound, dropping down to sit next to it right in the middle of the diamond, slotting you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. “see… told ya…” his voice murmured against your ear and you couldn’t help but let out a small shiver, smiling at the way his arms wrapped around you.

The two of you stayed like that for hours, sharing soft little stories, laughing over your pasts, your childhood memories, getting to know each other on a whole new personal level.

You barely felt Peter’s lips brush against your clothed shoulder, your cheeks flushing as you marked it up to him simply being too close to you when he spoke.

Finally, he nudged you gently, murmuring something about overnight cleaners coming soon and you chuckled, prodding his side with a tease “you bring all the cute girls here?”

“Only the ones I really like.”

Just as promised, he walked you home, hand linked in yours the entire way, sharing more stories, glancing up to the glittering sky at each stop light you hit.

You slowed to a stop outside your building, turning to face him with a warm smile on your face as you glanced up at Peter.

“This is me. Thanks for the walk Pete.”

“For a girl like you, anytime.” He smiled, pushing a stray strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“Maybe we can do it again next time you’re in town?”

“I’d absolutely love that.” He paused for a moment, waiting for you to step away after he stepped closer to you, his hand trailing down your cheek. A small grin on his cheeks he leant in, kissing you softly, lips moving with grace against your own in a very easily found rhythm. “Sweet dreams. Don’t forget to call.” He smiled, watching the gleam in your eyes grow as you assured him you wouldn’t forget before he made sure you got inside safe and sound.

That little night of stargazing?

That was five years ago.

Now you were at every game of Peter’s, at home or on the road. And you always turned down the fancy box seats with the top shelf liquor and free finger foods.

Because you’d always much prefer being right about the dugout, cheering your husband on from the sidelines with cheap beer and nachos, close enough to steal a kiss whenever he came running back in from the field.

And on those lucky nights? He’d always sneak you back into the diamond after hours to watch the stars, murmuring just how much you loved each other until the late hours of the night.

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