Please stop hating on hetero pairing just because they don’t match up with your ship or because both parties involved appear to be heterosexual. One or both of the characters in the pairing could be bi or pan so calling it homophobia just because it’s a m/f pairing is wrong and for a lot of people who preach acceptance for all types of love except for hetero, hypocritical. Trust me, the latter isn’t that rare of a bird on tumblr. And if the pairing is straight then so what? Are you telling me that by having a straight m/f pairing, they are automatically an insult to every other type of romantic/platonic ship? That’s just ridiculous. If you don’t like the ship, okay, but don’t label it falsely and spread hate because you want to discourage/shame others from shipping it. How about spreading positivity towards something you do ship? After all you attract more flies with honey than vinegar.
(( Pausing the other story I’m working on briefly to fulfill a request from @ennui160. This should be about five parts. ))
“It’s been throwing trash out of the tank— don’t feed it today.”
“Okay,” Alfred says, hiding his annoyance at his boss for not having informed him of this before he loaded the fish into the bucket. Turning around, he rolls his eyes and makes his way back into the stinky food storage room, prepared to throw the slimy fuckers into their holding tank. Apparently, mermen only eat live fish.
It’s kinda messed up, if you think about it. Humans don’t just dislocate their jaws and swallow live cows or nothin’.
Twenty minutes later, during lunch break, a comment from Francis has him looking up.
“It seems our aquatic friend is in a mood today.”
Alfred glances over at the tank they’re near, which happens to be the back wall access of the merman’s tank. It’s a pretty good observation point for the new exhibit, which explains why the handy metal picnic bench has been set up there. All the aquarium goers in the main areas can’t see the employees through the back glass, so it’s a prime spot to sit down and eat a sandwich so long as none of the overbearing scientists are trying to do work there.
“Yeah, Ludwig told me not to feed him.”
Francis purses his lips at that, expression soured. “I suppose that is the result of him throwing those awful pennies back out at the children?”
“Hey, man, it could’ve hit a kid in the eye or somethin’,” Alfred points out. “You can’t let bad behavior go unpunished or it’ll just get worse.”
This au takes time in 1918-20 America, NY: The Progressive Era!
Lovino, a NY Times journalist takes on a task to report on the environment in the Jersey City, and meets a Spanish immigrant Antonio, whom later makes Lovino see deeper into the life of the working class, and how awful the living conditions are those men. After being spending time with Antonio and being exposed to these things, Lovino became a muckraker (and gaY) and promised Antonio that he will change his life
AND HE DID AND IM GOING TO DRAW MORE OF THIS AU IM EMO
Merchant of Veniceau
where Portia and her handmaid Nerissa are lovers
and every time some guy shows up
to try and win Portia’s hand, Portia gets really anxious that
this’ll finally be the one to pick the right casket – the one with her picture
in it that will make her his wife – and then what will she and Nerissa do? Portia can’t bring herself to
disobey her dead father’s will and simply refuse the suitors, so she lets them
file in and take the test. Each one stares at her like she’s some sort of prize
to be won in a way that makes her feel sick and cling to her dear lover all the more
but she starts to relax as months
become years and man after man comes and chooses either the gold or silver
casket. She laughs with Nerissa over the foolish pride of these men, gradually
convincing herself that none of them will ever think to choose the dull old lead
casket that must hold her portrait.
but then one day Bassanio shows
up. Bassanio, the funny charmer she used to flirt with but never really was all
that serious about. Bassanio, the one man who can claim he knows her well. He’ll know how to play this
game her father’s set up, Portia realizes, and her blood runs cold.
so there he is, standing before
the three caskets, and Portia can barely stay standing she’s so terrified. He
passes over the gold casket. Nerissa grips her hand. He passes over the silver
casket. If it weren’t for her lover’s shoulder to lean against, Portia’d collapse
right to the floor. He flashes his charming grin at her, mistaking her
trepidation for eagerness, and opens the lead casket.
No note, no portrait. The lead
casket contains nothing at all.
And so Bassanio departs
despondent as so many men have before him, hastening off to save Antonio. Portia pities him somewhat, and sends him away with enough money to pay off
the bond and a hinted loophole that might help him succeed in saving his dear
friend (who will totally become Bassanio’s boyfriend and the two couples will spend
their days in perfect gay bliss but that’s a story for another time ahem back
Once Bassanio has left, Portia
sweeps Nerissa up into an ecstatic hug, laughing and kissing her all over and then exclaiming,
“I just can’t imagine how my father forgot to add the portrait to any casket! I
wonder where it is…”
And Nerissa smiles slyly and pulls
something out of her pocket. “You mean…this portrait?” And sure enough, there
it is. Portia simply gapes, absolutely stunned, as Nerissa kneels before her.
“As I’m the one who chose the correct casket, I’m the one who gets my lady’s
hand, is that not so?”
And Portia laughs and cries and
laughs some more and she and Nerissa live happily together in their nice big house
on Belmont for all their days, no need for Portia to worry about any suitors
Sylvie Brett is currently sitting on the floor of her bathroom staring at the timer on her phone. She was pretty positive of what would proceed the alarm after it went off. What she wasn’t sure of is what the rest of her life would look like after this. It wasn’t just her life that this would change either. It would change the life of someone who didn’t need another complication at the moment but he would take this one anyway. The alarm on her made her stand up and take the four white sticks off her bathroom counter. They all said the same thing.
Pregnant (5-6 weeks)
Sylvie took a calming breath, trying not to panic. The knock on her bedroom door made her jump and she cleared her throat. “You can come in, Gabby.” Her partner and child Aunt stood in the doorway of her bathroom.
Gabby came up behind Sylvie and peered over her shoulder. “Oh my god, Sylvie.”
Sylvie shook her head and stepped out of the bathroom. “I made an appointment at med.”
Gabby followed her partner. “Before you took the test?”
Sylvie threw herself onto her bed. “I wasn’t going to take any test before the blood test, but I couldn’t wait.”
“Let’s get going.” Gabby drove while Sylvie sat completely still in the passenger’s seat. There is no way anyone was going to take this well. She already knew what the blood test results would say. She had zero misconceptions. Gabby pulled into Med and led Sylvie into the hospital where they found Anna waiting for them. Sylvie wanted it to be someone she was comfortable with and she fit the bill.
“How long will this take?” Sylvie asked as Anna drew her blood.
Anna pulled the needle out of her arm and put the vial of her blood into a bag. “The result usually come back within twenty-four hours. I’ll put a rush on it, okay?”
Sylvie nodded, putting her coat back on and grabbing her keys. “Thank you, Anna.”
“Anytime, Sylvie.” Sylvie stepped out the exam room and met back up with Gabby.
The two women got back into Gabby’s car and drove towards the firehouse. Their shift started soon and thankfully Med wasn’t far from the house. The pulled in only a few minutes early.
“Hey ladies,” Stella said coming into the locker room. “Half of on drinks at Molly’s tonight.”
“What’s the occasion?” Sylvie asked pulling her uniform on.
“I don’t know but Herman’s orders.” The women left the locker room as the men entered to change. They sat down at one of the tables and passed around boxes of cereal as no one was in the mood to cook. Just as everyone began to file in a familiar tone was heard overhead.
Ambulance 61, assist, multiple persons injured, 32 Washington St.
Sylvie sighed tossing her spoon back into the bowl. Both women ran to the ambo, letting Gabby drove Sylvie got into the passenger’s seat. “Washington is only a few blocks from here. Why was another house called to the scene?”
Gabby looked over at her partner. “So, someone messed up.” We turned onto Washington and saw at least nine cars involved in a collision.
“Yeah, well someone’s screw up may have just gotten people killed,” Sylvie said getting out of the ambulance and grabbing her medical bag. Sylvie and Gabby had to split up to make sure that the all the victims. Under the instruction of their acting chief, they took the injured people on the ground along with two other paramedics.
“Sylvie, is there triage?”
Sylvie looked up from the leg she was dressing. “There should be with this many victims, why?”
Gabby moved away from her victim. “I’m just checking.” She dropped down next to Sylvie and grabbed the man’s leg to hold it still. “Some of the people have tags and some don’t.”
“Maybe they haven’t gotten to the rest.” Sylvie sighed as the man leg continued to bleed. “We have to take him to med before he loses his leg.” They lifted him onto the gurney and Sylvie paused looking back at the other victims. Gabby was right they should all be tagged.
“Hey, Brett.” Gabby snapped her back into action. “We are just assisting. We have no authority here. Let’s go.” Sylvie nodded and followed her partner, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d been the ones that messed up.
Antonio Dawson walked into the office and saw a flurry of movement. He dropped his stuff off at his desk and raised his eyebrows at Nagel. She came over to his desk and lowered her voice. “Get this, three families of car accident victims want to sue some paramedics from the CFD.”
Antonio looked up at her shocked. “For what?”
“Apparently they didn’t follow protocol,” Nagel said leaning up against his desk. “First the wrong firehouse responded to the scene and the none of the paramedics set up a proper triage at the scene. Victims were tagged, but there wasn’t triage and not one paramedic questioned it. Three people died after paramedics had been on the scene for three hours. They weren’t properly treated because of the triage screw up and improper tagging.”
Antonio dropped into his seat. “Where is Stone?”
Nagel nodded her head in the direction of his office. “Stone and Valdez are in his office with the families right now. As if on cue Stone’s office door opened and the two Investigators turned around so that they weren’t aware they had been staring.
Valdez came over to Antonio’s desk and handed him three files. “We are taking the case. We are bringing in the paramedics from the scene for questioning.” She handed Nagel the list of guilty paramedics.
She looked over the list and sighed. “Antonio, you’re sister is on this list.” He shot up and took the list from her and sure enough under firehouse 51 were the two names he didn’t want to see. He grabbed his Jacket knowing that this wouldn’t go over well.
“Is this going to be a conflict of interest?” Valdez asked him.
“No, if you can work this case with your sister being on the incrimination list Valdez, so can Antonio.” Stone’s voice came from behind them. He was leaning against the door frame watching his team. “Nagel you are the only one to have interaction with the girls from fifty-one.”
“Good.” Stone nodded at the two of them. “Get it done.”
Sylvie had to admit that the only downside to working at a firehouse was the twenty-four-hour shifts and the fact that she would have to sleep the day away. She grabbed her bag out of her locker with her work clothes in it and met Gabby at Truck 81.
“Are you going to Molly’s tonight?” Gabby asked her partner.
Sylvie nodded. “Yeah, I plan to sleep for the day so that I can party tonight.” The two girls had been on runs all day, this was the first time they’d been at the firehouse for more than five minutes. Sylvie turned on her phone and saw she had a voicemail and text from Anna. She didn’t bother with the voicemail as the text message was a picture of her blood work. It said exactly what she expected it to. She’s pregnant.
“What is it?” Gabby asked. Sylvie handed over her phone and Gabby gasped. “You have to tell him.”
“I will.” Matt walked over to the girls which promptly ended the conversation. He kissed his wife’s head before looking past the girls confused.
“Why are Antonio and his partner here?” Both women turned to see Investigator Nagel standing before them. Antonio was waiting at the car.
“Can I help you?” Sylvie asked.
“Are you Sylvie Brett and Gabriella Dawson?” Nagel asked.
“Yes.” They both answered exchanging worried looks. Sylvie already had an idea why she was here. The call from this morning on Washington.
“You are both under arrest for negligence and murder,” Nagel said pulling out two sets of handcuffs.
Both Sylvie and Gabby gawked at her. “What!” Casey shouted trying to get between Nagel and the paramedics.
“Matt don’t,” Gabby ordered letting Nagel cuff her. “Just get Mouch and the Chief and meet us at the Attorney’s office with a Lawyer.” Matt took off into the firehouse and Sylvie turned around and let herself get cuffed. Nagel escorted both paramedics back to the car where Antonio held open the door. Neither Gabby or Sylvie so much as looked at him. The car ride back to the DA’s office was torturously awkward. The silence was deafening and Gabby began to shift nervously. When the car pulled up Antonio got out and walked into the building. Gabby scoffed and rolled her eyes. Nagel took them both to booking and left them in a holding cell.
Sylvie sat on the bench while Gabby paced back and forth in front of her. “He didn’t say a word. He just sat there.”
“He’s doing his job, Gabby,” Sylvie reassured her. “He’s your brother and my ex. Any interaction with us jeopardizes his credibility.”
Gabby turned towards her partner and glared. “Screw his credibility, I’m his sister and I’m about to go down for murder!”
“You’re not going down for murder,” Sylvie told her calmly. Footsteps approaching made Sylvie shoot up and got to the bars. The Chief and a man she assumed to be a lawyer came up to the cell.
The cell door opened and the woman gestured for them to exit. “I’m Cassandra Reid, your lawyer.” She shook each of their hands. “Come with me, they’ve got a private place for us to talk.” They three of them followed her out of booking and past the desks and Nagel and Antonio and into what looked like a conference room. They sat around the table. “Do you know why they are trying to charge you with these crimes?”
“No,” Gabby said before Sylvie could respond.
“There was a triage failure during the accident on Washington. Three people were not treated because of it and they died. All paramedics that worked the scene have been brought in.” Sylvie slumped back into her seat. She knew it. They both knew something was wrong at the scene this morning.
Sylvie cleared her throat. “So, what do we do?”
Ms. Reid cleared her throat. “I have one rule. Don’t lie to me.” She told them making them exchange looks. “Is there anything I need to know? Personal or professional, I need everything.”
Gabby cleared her throat. “The Chief Investigator Antonio Dawson is my brother.” She looked at Sylvie. “He’s also Sylvie’s ex-boyfriend and the father of her unborn baby.”
“Assistant District Attorney Valdez is my younger sister.” Sylvie finished. T
The chief stepped forward glaring at Sylvie. “You’re pregnant?” Sylvie simply nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t find out until after shift.” Sylvie lied.
Ms. Reid coughed drawing all attention back to her. She closed the folder in her hands shaking her head. “Ms. Brett, do you have any proof of your pregnancy.”
“Call Chicago Med and get my results,” I told her. She nodded and pulled out her cell phone.
Antonio sat with Nagel, Valdez, and Stone in his office trying to find charges to stick to one of the six paramedics who were on scene that day. It was about twenty minutes of silence before Anna stood up and went over to her partner. Stone gave her a confused look. “What if it’s not the paramedics on the scene that we should be bringing in. Maybe this should be a case against the CFD.” Anna passed him the folder. “Look at the this. The accident happened just a few blocks from firehouse 51 which is one of the best firehouses in the city for mass disasters but firehouse 27 was sent to the scene. They’ve handled on mass trauma in the last 8 years.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that paramedics from 51, one the supposed best houses for traumas was there and yet they didn’t speak up about anything wrong.” Stone said. “We can’t just let that go.”
“They were there for an assist,” Nagel argued. “Their job is to grab the first critical patient and take them to the hospital. They aren’t supposed to assess the scene.”
Stone stared at into the distance, debating on it. “So, we let the paramedics go and hand serve the CFD with a lawsuit.” The door swung open and Stone stood up at the sight of his ex-girlfriend. The room took his lead and stood up as well.
“Who are you?” Valdez asked.
“Who are you?” Cassandra shot back.
“ADA Anna Valdez.” The two women glared at each other. “Can I help you?”
Cassandra stepped in and shut the door behind her. “I thought you were a better lawyer than this Peter. How do you not see a conflict of interest in the fact that two of your people are siblings to my clients? Gabriella Dawson and Antonio Dawson. Sylvie Brett and Anna Valdez. Let’s not mention the fact the Ms. Brett is pregnant with Investigator Dawson’s child.” Antonio stared at the lawyer in shock. Sylvie’s pregnant? Why hadn’t she told him about this? He’s going to be a father again and she hadn’t told him. He didn’t understand why Sylvie wouldn’t tell him that she was pregnant. There was no way she was going to keep this baby from him.
Antonio turned to look at Stone and shook his head. “I didn’t know or I would have stepped away.”
Peter slapped Antonio on the back. “It doesn’t matter your clients are free to go,” Stone told her taking the file nonetheless. “We are dropping the charges.” Cassandra nodded and went to tell Gabby and Sylvie. Valdez and Nagel left, giving Antonio a minute to process the new information. Peter gave Antonio the file. “Just in case you need to see it with your own eyes.”
“Thanks, man.” Antonio took the file and opened it. Sylvie’s medical files didn’t lie. She was pregnant. Antonio threw the file down and swung the office door open. He walked to the conference room to see Gabby and Sylvie gathering their things. Sylvie from when she saw him, her eyes widening. “Gabby, can you give us a minute?” Gabby left the room keeping her head down. Antonio closed the door behind his sister and locked it.
Sylvie set her stuff back onto the table. “You know.”
“Yeah, your lawyer told me.” Antonio stepped closer to the woman carrying his child, trying to keep his anger in check. “You should have told me. I have had enough of lawyers talking to me about my children.”
Sylvie stepped forward putting her hands his chest. “I didn’t plan to keep this from you, Antonio. I’ve only known for a day. Cassandra only knows because she said that she needed to know everything and I was facing murder charges. I promise that I was going to tell you.”
Antonio ran his hands over his face and dropped into the nearest chair. “I can’t believe that you’re pregnant.” Sylvie sat down next to him. “All my problem with custody and Laura. Now you’re-”
“Antonio, I’m nothing like Laura.” Sylvie scoffed. “I will not keep this baby from you. You can be as involved as you want.”
Antonio looked up at her just in time to see her yawn. She looked absolutely exhausted. He felt like such as idiot. She had just gotten off shift when they picked her up, she needs sleep. “Let me take you home. You need sleep.”
Sylvie looked taken aback by his request. “But-”
Antonio interrupted her. “I know we have a lot to talk about Sylvie, but right now we need to talk care of you and you’ve had a long day.” Antonio stood and pulled her into a hug. “Just know that I’m here. For whatever you both need. This is my baby too.”
Nick Joaquin once said that Filipinos have this tendency to build things and group together and eventually collapse. … Here’s one guy who’s trying to bring things together but the natural tendency of the Filipino nation is to be in pieces. - Jerrold Tarog, director (Heneral Luna, 2015)
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….
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.
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…)