antonio x dawson

Originally posted by cookiesordeath

  ‘ ‘ Imagine you havo to go undercover with Antonio and he takes it a bit 
  too seriously. 
’ ’

Requested by Anonymous : ‘‘ hey :) would you write a story where antonio and the reader have to go undercover just for a night and they have to play a couple and antonio is taking it a little bit too literally ;) ’’
Requests are always open.

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You go in, you give a look at the ledger and you come out. It should be easy, though there are guards so you have to sidestep them.

At first, it seemed easy. You, Antonio, Jay and Erin undercover in a strip club. Erin would distract the guards with Jay, you and Antonio would enter Gleeson’s office and did what you had to do. For the undercover mission, you and Erin were sisters and Antonio your boyfriend, Jay Erin’s. You were there to spend a night of pure fun.

“ All right, eyes open and let’s make it quick. ” Jay said as he held the door open for you, Antonio and Erin. When you entered the club, your ears were filled with loud music. The strippers were seductively dancing around their poles, strobe lights were flashing in every corner of the club. You and Erin shared a look before she and Jay went to do their part. You felt Antonio’s arm slipping around you hip and his lips brushing your ear. 

“ You’re stunning tonight. I’ve never seen you wear that little purple dress on other undercover missions. ” his tone was playful yet seductive. In fact, for tonight you dressed particularly well. When Voight told you you were going undercover with Antonio, to say you were excited was an understatement. Let’s just say you had a little crush on the detective since you joined the Intelligence Unit.

“ Shut up. ” you said with a little smile before you heard Jay talking from the earbud.

You’re up. ‘

You shared a look with your partner before starting to making your way through the loud croud. At this point, you started you little act. Antonio held you against his side laughing and you giggled, walking erractically. You entered Gleeson’s office like if you were going to have fun in that room. But your fun was bringing justice in this corrupted city. You closed the door behind you, pointing the desk to Antonio.

“ All right, you find the ledger, I take a look at the room. Guys, keep them busy as long as you can.

“ When did you become so bossy? ” Antonio smirked, while searching for the ledger. You smirked in return.

“ You like it. ” you spent the next five minutes looking for something to inciminate the bastard but you found nothing. Then, you heard Erin’s voice through the earbud.

They’re coming back. You don’t have time to go out, they’ll see you. Hide, there’s Gleeson too. ‘

You looked around you for a place to hide but you didn’t find anything. The clock was ticking. 

“ Come here, I have an idea. ” Antonio said before pushing you roughly on the desk and attacking your lips. The kiss was completely unexpected, you felt his hands wandering on your thighs, under you little dress. Just before Gleeson could enter, you started to kiss him back just as passionately. He was faking it, true, but damn.

“ What the fuck are you doing in my office? ” someone barked, and you parted immediatly, caught in the act. You faked shame, biting your lower lip while you standed on your feet and fixed you dress. Antionio scratched his neck.

“ Just making out with my girl. Sorry man. ” he said with an apologetically smile. Gleeson snorted.

“ Get out of here. ” he said irritated and you almost ran out of the office laughing. When you were out of earshot, you looked at Antonio.

“ So that was your idea? ”

“ Don’t act all innocent, you liked it. ”

anonymous asked:

Can you do an Antonio Dawson one where the reader is younger than Antonio and he feels insecure about it? (-:

I sure can :)

I’ve actually thought about writing something like this before….

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When you woke up that morning, you found the bed empty.

You sighed, usually Antonio wasn’t a morning person and you practically had to drag him out of bed. But lately he’d been getting up and leaving for work way before you even woke up.

At first you thought it was just because of his new job, but that was until you ran into Anna and Stone while you were grabbing coffee and they said they were only required to be in at the office before 8:30 if they were called.

So you couldn’t understand what in the world Antonio was doing. You thought that maybe he was boxing but he doesn’t take his kit with him.

So that night you decided to corner him and find out what the hell his problem was.
“I’m home,” you heard him yell accompanied by the sound of a door opening and closing.

You walked out of your bedroom and tried to give him a hug, which he sort of dodged.

“Antonio,” you said, feeling even more hurt, “what’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked nonchalantly while putting the kettle on for coffee.

“I mean,” you said, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms, “you’ve been avoiding me for the past few weeks! And every time I try to hug you or god forbid kiss you, you either act like I’m torturing you or dodge it completely!”

“Love,” he said, looking quite guilty, “nothing is wrong. You’re imagining things.”

And that was the last straw for you, if he wanted to keep secrets fine. But he was not to pretend like the secrets didn’t exist. He owed you that much.

“Imagining it huh?” you asked, moving so that you were on the other side of the kitchen counter, “Imagining you getting up before the sun rises each morning with no explanation? Imagining you ignoring me? Imagining you trying at all costs to not touch me like I’m something you dragged in at the bottom of your shoe! Because that,” you grabbed your coat from the hanger in the entrance hall, “is not what I deserve.”

And with that you left him there.

You went out and spent some time with your brother, you would never leave Antonio unless he did something unspeakable.

But you knew he was stubborn, and the best way to get through to him was to give him time to process what happened and how you feel about it.
At about two AM you said goodbye to your brother and headed back to your apartment, just like you thought, Antonio was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

The moment you opened the door his head shot up, his eyes bloodshot and his hair hanging limply around his face.

“Love,” he said, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry. So so sorry. I should have listened to you.”

You hugged him back for a while before slowly retracting and looking him in the eye, “It’s okay. But tell me what’s going on with you. Just because I came back does not mean I can’t leave.”

He sighed and moved out of your embrace, leaning against the arm chair of the couch and looking down, “It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it.”

You laughed, “Well you already have, so please let’s just deal with it.”

“Why are you with me?”

You stopped your pacing and turned to face him again, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m asking,” he repeated, looking down, “why you’re with me?”

You walked forward and grabbed his shoulders, “What sort of question is that? I’m with you because I love you.”

“Why me?” he repeated, “why not someone better? Someone richer? Someone…. younger.”

You laughed. You burst out laughing, “Is that was this is about? That you think you’re too old for me?”

You thought he was kidding but when you saw the look in his eyes you knew this was a genuine problem for him.

So you walked back over to him and took his head in your hands, “Hey listen to me right now. I don’t give a damn about your age. I love you for you. I fell in love with you long before I even knew your age and now that I do it just made me marvel at my stupidity for trying to date little immature boys before I met you.”

His only response was to laugh and burry his head in your shoulder, “Maybe I was being stupid.”

“Maybe you were,” you concluded before connecting your lips together.

And I can tell you, with full confidence, they didn’t disconnect for quite some time.

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Hope you guys liked that :)

I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating very much but I have a stupid family gathering going on with a big family that always has dramas…. so I’m writing in whatever spare time I manage to have (AKA the time my brother and I say we’re spending together when we are in fact silently in the same room taking advantage of wifi…)

Anyway, feel free to request anyway :) I write for the Chicago Series, all small screen D.C. characters as well as a bunch of book series and bands (full list way too far down on my page…)

Pretty Sweet-Antonio Dawson x Reader

Requested by: anon

Prompt: I love it that you write for chicago pd/fire/med!! could you write something where the reader works at mollys and Antonio put an eye on her and always flirts with her? :)

A/N: I kinda went on a bit of a tangent, shit sorry. It’ll get there. Also, sorry about the speak of the DA bc I actually wanna be a lawyer and it makes me happy lmao. Also, sorry of the London shit bc tbh I’m projecting my aspirations into this fic. sorry

“Scotch on the rocks.” You slid the drink to Antonio, whom you just found out moved from Intelligence to working for the DA. You threw him a quick wink and collected the few scattered notes upon the bar. “Busy day?”

Antonio looked up and smiled, with a shrug and a nod, he responded. “Long day, long week, I can’t tell anymore. Work is busier these days, so much more paperwork.” He took a gulp of his drink and smiled again.

You excused yourself to get a couple of beers for the doctors that just walked to the bar, they too looked exhausted. “Here you go. Long day?” You threw a sympathetic smile as Dr Rhodes just shook his head like you had no idea. You knew of an accident from the news that happened earlier on in the day, of course, it’d have been busy. You added the beers onto his tab and went back to Antonio who was still by himself.

“What’s it like? Being surrounded by DAs everywhere?” You leant forward against the bar, a bit of hair falling from behind your ear. Molly’s was pretty empty tonight, most likely due to the accident and at the expense of the first responders namely your bosses.

He asked for another drink which you obliged to as he told you about the office and what he did. “Why the sudden interest?” You gave him your most innocent eyes before you answered.

“Well, I moved to Chicago to practise the law here.” Antonio looked at you in a way to get to continue speaking, it wasn’t in a police way but more one of curiosity. “As you can probably hear, I’m not from around here, in fact, I’m from across an ocean.” 

He laughed “which ocean?” You shrugged your shoulders and he took a drink. “Wow, I’m taking that you must be a geography major, your knowledge of the world is amazing.”

You shook your head and laughed just a little. “You would never guess it. Nah, I’m more of a history person. So, I moved to New York from London where I got my law degree to get my Juris Doctorate so I can sorta practise in the States but now I’m studying for my Illinois Bar Exam.” You shrugged one shoulder and continued. “And that’s why I’m here.”

“So, a pretty girl in Chicago, smart and sweet. You told me about your studies but tell me about your aspirations.” Antonio put his hand on yours and you couldn’t fight the smile. If you were so pretty, why didn’t people hit on you? Honestly.

“Well, I tried being a solicitor in a big firm where the money was good but I wanted to prosecute. Thought it’d be cheaper to move here and practise than to pay another 15 grand to be able to do so in England.” You excused yourself again to serve some a few more drinks. “Honestly, I thought I’d talk to more people here and it’d be good customer service skills, but it doesn’t really happen.”

Antonio looked a little sheepish and took another sip of his drink. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at you, holding your hand. “My fault. I sorta put an eye on you and nobody wants to piss off the DA so yeah…” You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but he was attractive and nice and you wanted to know him better. 

“So it’s not because of my face that nobody flirts with me?” The look on his face was ridiculous.

“It’s because of your face I’ve banned everyone else from asking you on a date before I do.” 

“hey, babe”

I need a fix of the first time Erin calls Jay babe. Like how at first it was an accident and she gets all embarrassed to now when she just is flowing it out in front of everyone! Please if you have time!

To be honest, I was thinking two days tops and maybe a few hundred words for this prompt and yet, here we are, six days and 3,320 words later, with the prompt finally filled. 

There are five vignettes, that start quick and end the same way, progressing from the first use of the endearment “babe” and ending with a short prose retake of the ending scene of CPD 3x15. The second one is mildly inspired by one of my meta bullets. And apparently I can’t go long without PTSD!Jay, so you’re warned.

(Random: It’s like “Hey, Jude” except not in the slightest.)

Hopefully this meets your expectations well enough, Anon! As always, I covet your guys’ thoughts and opinions. 


The third rumble of her belly in ten minutes finally gets Erin’s attention. It’s almost eleven at night, she’s finally getting drowsy, and she’s comfortable, leaning back against her partner with his legs boxing in her own and causing a source of amusement during commercial breaks. Erin, refusing to take the blame for ticklish feet, had offered, quite magnanimously, to go sit at the other end of the couch.

The shell of her ear is still warm from his offended nip.

Needless to say, it’s a very inconvenient time for the munchies.

A quiet breath escapes her. Fine. Jay, engrossed in their late night movie, doesn’t notice for several long moments as she pinches at his hands where he’s laced them together across her stomach.

“Jay, come on, I’m starving,” Erin lets her head back to rest on his shoulder, lower lip jutting in some semblance of a pout that gets him out of the movie a lot faster then digging her nails into his skin.

His gaze drops straight down a couple of inches and yes, she definitely has his attention now. “What did you say?”

Leaning in a fraction, just to tease him with the proximity, Erin smirks. “Let me up, I’m hungry.”

Jay blinks a couple of times before his brain cells reconnect and he casts her a flat, unamused look at her underhanded tactics. His grip does loosen though and Erin extricates herself with care, unable to help from grinning but not wanting to add injury to insult by elbowing him in the gut.

If there’s an extra swing to her hips as she walks away, well—Jay doesn’t call her on it.

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Chicago Justice sneak peek 1x10 ‘Drill.’

After an innocent girl is killed in a gang-related shooting that was instigated on social media, Stone’s obsession for justice endangers the family of a cooperating witness. To salvage his crumbling case, Stone must go head-to-head in the courtroom against both the social media providers who inadvertently fueled the gang war and a cocky young man who may have pulled the trigger.

Credit- NBC

anonymous asked:

Hi could you do #8 and #29 for anna and peter in Chicago justice :) thanks xx

I SHIP THESE TWO SO MUCH

#8: “Yes. I know we’re stuck in an elevator.”
#29: “It’s three AM for god’s sake.”

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Normally he loves coming up with closing arguments. There’s normally a rush of ideas and creativity and really is the best of being a lawyer.

But for this case he just couldn’t wrap his head around what he had to say, he had all the evidence. Everything was on his side, but the defendant was a short, sweet lady that the jury just didn’t want to send away.

He just couldn’t figure it out.

So that was why he was still at the office, staring blankly at the empty piece of paper he was meant to be writing his closing argument on.

He looked up from his desk at the chair Anna had long time ago fell asleep in. She fell asleep around midnight and he honestly didn’t have the heart to wake her. In fact he grabbed a blanket from the store room and put it over her.

He looked at the clock and saw it was three AM, enough was enough. Maybe he would just wing the closing argument. Either way, it was time to pack up for the day. Or morning.

He stood up and gently shook Anna awake. He tried to ignore how adorable she looked for a few seconds before she realized where she was.

“What time is it?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s three AM for god’s sake,” he replied, helping her up.

She seemed to get that it was time to get a couple hours of sleep.

Together they walked down the hallway towards the elevator. All while Stone tried his best not to walk too close to her.

Once they arrived, he leaned against the wall of the elevator and tried his best not to fall asleep.

They had only been in the elevator for about ten seconds before they heard a beep and the damn thing stopped.

“Oh come on!” Anna said, “how the hell are we gonna get out of here?”

“We wait until the morning,” he replied. Sliding down the wall, “God I can’t get this closing argument done.”

“Don’t you think we have a more pressing issue right now?”

He sighed, “Yes. I know we’re stuck in an elevator. But I kinda need to finish it.”

Anna sat next to him, sighing as she did so.

“You gonna be okay here til morning?” he asked.

“You know sometimes you can be so sexist,” she replied playfully.

“That’s not always bad,” he responded. Thinking they can just fall back into their usual banter and he can ignore the fact that their arms were touching.

But when she didn’t respond to him, he turned to the side and saw the she was staring a head. Looking like she was deep in thought.

“Anna?” he said, “What’s going on? I can practically hear you thinking.”

Her response was merely a whisper, “Not all sexism appears on be surface to be bad.”

Before he could reply, she jumped out and started pacing the elevator.

“Anna?” he called again, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Okay,” she stopped pacing and turned to face him, “Just hear me out.”

He nodded. And leaned back against the wall. He had long time ago learned to trust her. He just ignored that maybe he trusted her too much…

“Okay,” she began, “we know that the jury doesn’t think she could have done it right? But why? Sexism. If we can show the jury that they don’t even realize their disbelief is actually sexism….”

“Yeah but how?”

“We let them presume something else. We ask questions like ‘Which sex is the better driver?’ or we ask which sex is more likely to get into a fight and then w-”

“Let their presumptions prove it to them!” he got up and gave her a hug.

The answer was right in front of his face the whole time.

She was the answer.

He couldn’t help but think she may the answer for a couple other things as well…

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This is terrible. I apologize….

Anyway feel free to request :)

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Y/N was a paramedic that worked on various rigs and at different firehouses as a relief for whenever someone needed time off. She’d worked at 51 multiple times as relief for Brett and Dawson and was becoming fast friends with the whole house. So after a long day of working at another firehouse that didn’t have the same understanding of family that 51 did, she headed to Molly’s. That’s when she first saw him.
He was sitting at the end of the bar talking to Gabby over the counter. He had on a leather jacket and although his hair may have been styled this morning it was now messy and very attractive. He had one stud in his ear and just gave off a “you don’t want to mess with me” vibe. Which was the reason Y/N wanted to talk to him. But being that she just wasn’t that ambitious she settled for sitting at the opposite side of the bar and just wait for Gabby to come to her.
“Just a beer Y/N?” Gabby yelled to you from her spot in front of the mystery man
“Yes please” she yelled back and Gabby opened up two beer bottles and walked your way with them.
After taking a sip curiosity got the better of her. “So what’s his story?” Y/N askes nodding towards the man at the end.
“Oh, Antonio? He works for intelligence with the CPD.” Gabby said
“I see, so is he single?”  and with that Gabby choked on her beer and started coughing.
“Oh my gosh, Are you okay Gabby?” Y/N asked now confused and looked up to see Antonio looking over at Gabby looking concerned before his eyes drifted to Y/N’s and she melted.
Gabby finally stopped coughing and painfully said “Yeah he’s single.” And then walked away.
“What did I miss?” Y/N asked to no one in particular
“What’s going on?” Casey asked while sitting next to Y/N
“I just asked Gabby if that Antonio guy down there is single and she nearly choked on her beer and walked away.” Y/N said while nodding to the end of the bar where Antonio and Gabby had started talking again and Casey just started laughing
“What? What is it?”  Y/N asked even more confused
“Antonio is Gabby’s brother Y/N” Casey finally got out after he stopped laughing
“Oh” was all she managed to say as she saw Antonio get up from his seat and start walking to the door. As he passed Y/N he gave her a wink which just made her blush.
Y/N immediately got up and walked over to Gabby.
“Hey I’m so sorry I didn’t realize he’s your brother, I won’t do anything if that’s what you want I know how weird it can get when you have a friend date a sibl-” Gabby cut off Y/N’s rambling by handing her a napkin.
Y/N looked at it and all that was written on is was a number. “Um Gabby what’s this?”
“I told Antonio that you thought he was cute and he wanted me to give you his number.”
“And you’re okay with this?” Y/N said after a minute of absorbing the information
“As long as you don’t try to talk to me about what y’all do then I don’t care” Gabby said with a light chuckle.
“Huh” was all Y/N could manage to get out as she still stared at the number.

Might do a part 2 idk

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if I could request a Will Halstead imagine? You and Jay (from Chicago PD) used to date back in high school, but Will always had a crush on you but just didn't do anything about it. Then one day you come into the emergency room because you sprained your ankle or something and Will is your doctor? And the two of you bond as he wraps you up? Thanks, I love your writing :)

This sounds adorable.

Y/S is Your Surname :)

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So yet again you were a clumsy idiot, you were moving into your new apartment and managed to fall down two full flights of stairs while you were carrying some things up to your new apartment.

Luckily for you, the crash alerted a rather nice neighbor who offered to drive you to Chicago Med once he had a look at your ankle.

Once you saw you ankle, you quickly agreed. It was pretty clear you did something to it.

Once you arrived at Med, a lovely nurse took you in and you told your neighbor that she could leave and that you’d find your own way back.

Once the nurse (who now learnt was Maggie) had settled you in a room, she told you to wait for the doctor.

You smiled and nodded, even though your ankle was throbbing. But it wasn’t the first time you had done something stupid and ended up breaking something.

You were tougher than you looked.

“Alright,” a doctor with frighteningly familiar red hair walked in, “Ms Y/S….”

He stopped halfway through his sentence and looked up with wide eyes. Then you knew why he seemed so familiar, your doctor was none other than Will Halstead. You were sure of it.

You chuckled at the irony, within two days of being in Chicago again you had already ran into your high school boyfriend’s brother.

Geez your life was a badly written soap opera.

“Y/N?” he asked with disbelief in his eyes, almost dropping his file, “Is that you?”

You nodded, “Hey Will.”

He sat down on the chair next to the bed, “I thought you moved away? What happened?”

You smiled, “Yeah I studied in London and worked there for a bit. But I guess Chicago just called me back.”

He smiled until his eyes reached your ankle, “What in the world did you do?”

You chuckled, “I feel down three flights of stairs while carrying some things.”

He looked at your suspiciously and you quickly calmed him down, “Relax I got guys to carry the heavy stuff in, I was carrying a box of books when I fell.”

He just shook his head and started to look at your ankle, “I’m gonna need to strap that, it’s not too bad so you won’t need surgery. You’re stuck with me for this one I’m afraid.”

You smiled, “That’s no problem.”

When you winched slightly he looked at you worryingly, “Did Maggie not give you something for the pain? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe how the little boy from Canaryville had changed.

Sure, you had dated Jay in high school. But Will was always the sweeter brother. The kinda brother. The brother that looked out for anyone.

If you were being honest with yourself, you only dated Jay because you were sure Will wasn’t into you.

And then you left to London to follow your dreams and the Halstead brothers fell from your mind.

And now here you were, having one of those brothers take care of you and wondering how the hell you went almost ten years without thinking of them.

He interrupted hour thoughts again, “Alright, let’s get your strapped up and ready to go.”

You nodded and he turned around to get the bandages.

Once he turned to face you, he began speaking again, “So how was London? You know everyone used to think you were the smart one who moved onto bigger and brighter things.”

“Really?” you asked, “I always used to think I was the idiot who ran away because I didn’t like my parents.”

He chuckled, “That too. Why are you back anyway?”

“I guess Chicago just called me back, I studied law and worked for a few years up there. But after a while I wanted to come back. And when my firm offered to transfer me here…”

“Well I have to say, I’m quite glad your back.”

“Really?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah,” he said “to tell you the truth I always had a crush on you. But you and Jay were together so…”

For a while you fell into silence until he was finished.

“All done,” he said, “in a few weeks you’ll be good as new.”

“Thanks,” you said.

As he was about to walk out he turned to face you again, “By the way, who’s taking you back?”

You sighed, “I was just gonna call a cab. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” he started walking, “how about no. I would actually prefer you to stay lying down for an hour anyway. Wait til my shift is over and I’ll take you home.”

“Will you don’t need to do that,” you said, “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh no,” he started, “Doctor’s orders.”

You smiled, “Alright. I guess I’ll just have to listen to my doctor then.”

“Guess you will.”

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Hope you guys liked this :)

Anyway feel free to request an imagine or a prompt. I write for the Chicago series, all D.C. TV shows as well as a bunch of bands and book series (full list somewhere on my page).

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LINDSAY AND HALSTEAD IN EVERY EPISODE || A Material Witness (1x09)

I’m your partner. Talk to me.

You don’t wanna know.