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cloveroctobers · 9 days ago

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🌱 SPENDING SPRING WITH THEM! 🌱

A/N: just something I wanted to write for fun since I’m most likely not doing individual full prompts this year for the season. Yet I still kinda am! You get what I’m talking about if you’re familiar with my other works lol!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE! + I’m using: ³⁾ “you never came to bed last night.” / ⁴⁾ “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast.” | ⁷³⁾ “clerk said they only have one room left.” / ⁸⁸⁾ “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!” | ¹⁹⁵⁾ “i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.” / ²⁶⁴⁾ “you’re so warm.” | ¹¹⁵⁾ “you have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.” / ²²⁷⁾ “it’s too loud in here. i’m going to start biting people.” | ²¹⁷⁾ “i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.” / ²⁹⁹⁾ “i brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.” | ²⁸⁾ “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.” / ¹¹²⁾ “can i help with your hair?” | ¹⁶¹⁾ “you broke his fucking nose!” / ²³⁸⁾ “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

WARNINGS: language, most likely fluff mixed with bickering, angst and not the best strategy dealing with a breakup, haven’t seen CABNW so hopefully I’m not too far off writing Joaquin but I’ve been locked on Danny since OMB lol so don’t drag me too much if it’s not up to your standards, and I’m mostly taking a chance writing for some new characters so let me know if they should be added to the list to continue writing for from time to time? + if you read each one, which one was your favorite? 💕

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁

[ANTONIO DAWSON]

“You never came back to bed last night.” His words might have sent you shooting straight up into the air if you weren’t feeling the consequences of your actions.

You just stepped back into your shared bedroom, more so creeped—and that’s on TLC! Into the space, expecting the man to be in the shower (you underestimated what time it is) so you could easily slip back into a ball in bed.

Swallowing the liquid you previously slurped down you give a dip of your head, “Yeah, it was a late night. I might have crashed on the couch for a little while but I honestly can’t recall.”

Antonio blinks, “That’s not healthy, you know?”

“Please.” You sip at the energy drink in your hand again and fan your hand at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the bed, dressed for work, “Just a little spring cleaning never hurt nobody.”

Lies.

His dark eyes flick to your hands, watching as you quickly pop some pills from your other hand and chug the rest of your drink, “Tell that to the bruising on your body you’re probably taking those pills for.”

Frowning you reply, “…and how exactly do you know there’s bruising?”

Antonio gets to his feet with a sigh, “You got out of bed to clean and that means I can’t sleep, so I got up to finish some paperwork. Don’t think I didn’t hear that big ass bang either.”

“And you didn’t check on me to make sure I didn’t break my neck?!” You cross your arms.

Antonio rolls his eyes, knowing this was coming, “Did I say that? Course I did but when you’re embarrassed and don’t want my help you always tell me to mind my business so guess what? I did.”

Scowling you move around the room in annoyance now, plopping on the bed and wincing as you did so but not without whipping your head back to the man who grabbed his jacket from the nearby desk, dark eyes still set on you.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Antonio snickers, “I’m an asshole because I did what you asked? Okay baby, you got it. Next time wear shoes when you decide to mop the floor at 1 the morning, that way you reduce the risk of busting your ass.”

You’re a huffing mess because you know he’s right and the last thing you want to do is feed your boyfriend’s ego.

It’s silent but Antonio is amused without saying anything. He walks over to you, hand going up underneath your chin but you’re dodging his touch.

“Hey don’t be like that,” he says gently getting you to finally look up at him, “All you had to do was ask me to help but instead you wanted to be sneaky.”

“Would you seriously get up to help?”

Antonio pretends to think about it, “At 1 in the morning?…Probably not, no.”

Leaving you both to share a laugh, although you would have preferred not to.

“Is it bad?” His eyes are scanning over the rest of your clothed frame before meeting your eyes again, “Because when I saw you sprawled out on the floor like a chalk outline…I’m not gonna lie, you had me a little worried, mi amor.”

“I’m not telling.” You look away, sticking your nose up in the air, making Antonio snicker, already having an idea.

He sighs but it’s loving as he gets a good look at you, thumb caressing the side of your cheek now. “Fine then, do what you’re gonna do. But please try and get some proper rest now. Then eat something.”

Lucky for you, you had the day off but if you didn’t you were sure someone would have called out for you.

“This is all the breakfast I need…” you shake the empty can, “and maybe a kiss to feel better.”

Antonio laughs as you tilt your head back and pucker your lips, “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast. But a kiss I can do.”

He pecks your lips three times as a silent way of saying he loves you before going in for a fourth, letting that one linger, so much that you’re tempted to make a call yourself on his behalf until he pulls himself away.

He lets out a breath, “I’m gonna be calling and checking on you, alright? Be good, kid.” He lightly warns with a point of his finger.

Which you can’t help but to bite, making Antonio almost regret clocking into his shift as he sat down at his desk, shaking his head with a smirk while he brings his clasped fingers up to his mouth, deciding to listen in on Voight telling them all about a new case.

[DANTE TORRES]

Torres meets you back outside in the misty foggy morning. The passenger side window is cracked down enough to hear and see him as he announces, “clerk said they only have one room left.”

It wasn’t that big of a deal but there was something in Dante’s green eyes when he said it. Like he was trying to read your reaction but you didn’t give him one. This case was a lengthy one that required a lot of driving outside of the city and you both got the clear to rest up for a few hours before continuing on.

Despite you thinking it wasn’t a big deal, your heart rate might have spiked spotting the singular bed in the decent but stuffy smelling motel room. You paused briefly in the door way before you realized Dante was behind you.

His tone often gentle, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up while he declares, “I’ll take the couch.”

It’s so small, small enough to fit a toddler and looked itchy and you were sure he would have to ball up like a cat loaf to get all his limbs in there.

Your throat felt dry but you just give a dip of your head although he’s already moving into the room before you. There were light taps of spring rain that hit the windows but that was not enough to erase the sudden tension.

“You can have the bathroom first, if you want?” Dante brings his attention away from the files he spread out on a near by desk.

You clear your throat, “Cool. I’ll be back to check for bed bugs.”

“After you check the bathroom for cameras.” Dante added, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips.

You wink at him for knowing you so well before you take time to yourself in the bathroom. When you arrive back with a can of spray, you find the covers tossed back.

“I already got started,” Dante informs now sitting on a desk chair, “Of course you can quadruple check me before you get to spraying. I’ll be in the bathroom.”

It’s your turn to give him a tired smile as you whisper to him on his way by, “Thanks, Torres.”

“No problem.”

Once deemed safe, you find yourself being antsy pacing the room and even glancing at the files yourself until you feel your eyelids get heavier. The shower just turned off and you make your way to the window, ready to fully close the dusty curtains until you see a critter just chilling on the window.

It’s small, round, and spotted like a cow.

Regardless…it was enough to make you let out a scream and immediately jump away from the window with your knees high up in the air.

“You okay?” Dante says from around the corner, toweling his buzzed hair.

You suck air between your teeth as you shook out your hands, “No, I’m not okay! There’s something in here with us.”

Dante is on alert now, peeking around the area wondering how someone could have gotten into the room. “Where?”

“The window!” You point as he slowly enters the room dressed in a white tank and if you didn’t have fear in your heart, you might fold at the sight of his arms in full.

Dante cautiously makes his way to the window, peeking behind the curtains and then even out the window before he finds the insect crawling up the cool glass. His wide eyes slowly turn back to you, “…Are you serious? That’s a carpet beetle.”

“Its a need to go beetle.” You correct with sass and there’s a bubble of laughter in Dante’s throat.

He’s grinning, “I thought someone was on the outside looking in on you but it’s a bug. A harmless bug.”

You scowl as you start scratching at your arm, “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!”

Dante frowns, “…What if it has a family?”

“What if it lays eggs on our brains while we’re sleeping?” You exasperate before reminding, “After all you’re the one that’s staying closest to the window.”

“So…you want me to shoot it?” Dante rubs onto the back of his neck while teasing and you want to crawl away.

Iritation takes over, “I don’t care what you do, get rid of it Torres or I’m sleeping in the car.”

“It’s cold out there,” Dante shakes his head with a sigh, “You are aware you’re a cop right? A cop that’s afraid of bugs.”

“And you’re gonna be afraid of me if you don’t handle it.”

Dante laughs raising his hands in the air, “Whoa, okay! I see how it is. Let me just find some paper or something.”

You move to stand on top of the bed, arms folded as Dante moves around the room, stopping to look up at you, shaking his head before using an outdated pamphlet to guide the bug onto. He slowly turns towards you, stepping forward with the pamphlet and making you yelp as he playfully tries to set it onto the bed but moves it immediately after.

“I think I’m gonna ask for another partner if you don’t start respecting me!” You yell at his back as he shortly left the room.

He knocks on the door for you to let him back in but you take your time getting to it and peeking to make sure he’s empty handed.

“You’re cute you know that?” He says to you on his way by, making your heart thud against your chest.

However, externally you scoff as Dante attempts to get comfortable on the couch.

“Shut up, Dante.” You throw yourself into the covers, with your back to him.

Dante comments after some comfortable silence, “Don’t worry…your secret is safe with me, officer.”

Which felt equivalent to him saying you would always be safe with him too.

And you believe it.

[JOAQUIN TORRES]

Being up on the roof of your apartment building at night became a regular routine, with or without Joaquin. It initially started out as his idea in the first place, that one always had the brightest spontaneous (stupid) ideas, whereas you weren’t the biggest fan of heights and sure you could blame it on a frequent case of vertigo but it’s never been your thing.

You remember getting in trouble back in elementary, throwing your sneaker at the gym teacher because he tried to get you to engage with the rest of the kids that were up on the cargo net. You even had a ex who was into extreme sports and heavily into climbing and hiking. You’ve seen that movie, “fall,” and was NOT here for any of it, your family often wondered how that relationship even went on for that long when you two were complete opposites.

Now here you were, seated a good distance from the edge of the building, wrapped up in a blanket peering up at the night stars. There’s a creaking from behind you, the door opening and a smile appears on your face before he even speaks.

“i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.” He greets you with his kindle tucked underneath his arm as he gets down to sit right beside you.

He’s been gone for weeks now, fulfilling his duties as the falcon and making you miss him all while trying not to stress out over his well-being. It’s strange how someone can go from being a complete stranger to possibly one of the most important things in your world.

You take your time meeting his eyes and every time you’re face to face again, it’s like the both of you are tracing each others features to make sure not much has changed. “Gee thanks, I appreciate the feedback: falcon_fan5202.”

Joaquin beams at you, “Damn and here I thought I was being discreet with my screen name.”

“You? Discreet?” You dip your head staring at him underneath your lashes before you both share a laugh.

He shuffles closer to you, shoulders brushing as he looks away for a moment to stare at the same sky. He’s of course happy to be back to see his family but most importantly to see you.

Joaquin couldn’t get to the apartment fast enough, ready to tell you the bits and pieces of his new world but you always figured out the in between since you were a writer so you had to know it all from his mouth. This was the first time you were requested to write on the falcon and you were patient getting Joaquin’s input on it before you did so.

He wanted to be surprised once the article released but knew he was in your good graces for the most part, so he didn’t feel like he had much to worry about compared to other cruel writers.

You bump his shoulder, getting his attention, “All is well?”

He grins, “Sure is! Never better.”

“Alright then, drink up.” You nod your head to the to-go cup that holds a decorative sleeve to protect his hands from the heat.

Reaching forward he grabs it, “I hope this is secretly liquor.”

“Oh please, as if you weren’t celebrating every other night you had a win wherever you were. That right there my friend is that good ol’ herbal tea.”

Joaquin scrunched up his nose playfully, “Oh boo abuela, boo.”

Which makes you shove his shoulder while he laughs, nonetheless he sips at it, sucking in some air after he gets it down his system.

“I’m glad that wasn’t that crappy Earl grey tea.”

You snort, “You don’t know quality.”

“Sure but that definitely wasn’t it,” he disagrees, “The whole grey aspect is very fitting. Felt like drinking liquified cement and it’s definitely top three of the worst things I’ve had to drink.”

There’s a smile on your face as you’re rolling your eyes but you can’t help but to rest your head upon his shoulder, closing your eyes as you listen to him go on a tangent about some specific health tasks he had to engage in when it came to training.

It was good to have him back.

Joaquin realizes that you’ve gone quiet, which isn’t anything foreign as you often were a good listener. However he can’t help but to rest his head right on top of yours, thrilled to have you just as close again.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs with a smile before taking another sip of tea.

You hum, “All credit goes to the hooded Sherpa poncho you brought back from one your many adventures and this blanket. I’d share but…I don’t wanna.”

Joaquin laughs as he peers down to see that you were in fact wearing the poncho and that brings even a bigger smile to his face, “How kind of you.”

“Hey, I’ve already saved you some tea on this moody spring night.” You lift your head to pull the hood right over your head as the wind picks up.

“And I appreciate that, honey.”

There’s goes that look, as if you were the stars in the sky that were with him when he needed you the most during those missions.

You reply, “You better.”

He presses a kiss to your brow while you tuck yourself back into his side.

“Welcome back,” you breathe.

Joaquin looks out into the city lights, “It’s good to be back.”

‘With you.’ He thinks and your inner thoughts are just the same.

[KELVIN HARRISON JR.]

Kelvin is staring over at you adoringly.

He even lets out a chuckle seeing the pink of your tongue peeking out from the corner of your mouth while you put the last finishing touches on your painting.

He’s dressed in neutrals and you’re as colorful as a field of tulips. The air was fresh, high sixties but felt even warmer underneath the sun. It really was the perfect spring day as you sat across from each other painting portraits of one another.

“Stalker,” you playfully cough into your fist after putting your paintbrush to the side.

Kelvin gives you a blank look, “Wasn’t the task to admire each other and replicate it on this exact canvas in front of us? I was down to paint the park but nooo you wanted to make this difficult.”

“Who said that? Art is all about expression isn’t it? And there’s nothing difficult about this face, love. Please act like you know.” You place your hands on your hips, posing while Kelvin smiles at you.

He also admired your confidence.

“You’re not wrong…but you might feel a little different once you see my outcome.” He admits, muttering that last part as he jokingly puts his head down and scratches at the back of his neck.

You laugh as you reach for the bottle of sparkling lemonade and take a sip, ignoring Kelvin’s waiting hand for it next, since he was the main one who said he shouldn’t be drinking this considering he thought he had acid reflux. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Subjective, maybe?” He rewords, “Kinda like how I think chowchow’s look like cracked out Tasmanian devils but they’re like your top three favorite dogs.”

Frowning you squint up at the sun, “Actually I want a Affenpinscher.”

“A what now?” Kelvin crains his neck out, “I don’t know if I want to know what that even looks like but I’m pretty sure you said different this morning when we were getting ready to come out here.”

You tap your chin and shake your head, “No I don’t think so.”

Kelvin blinks, “You said their blue tongues make them even cuter.”

“Hearsay.” You flick your hair over your shoulder, while Kelvin caresses his facial hair trying to keep his breathing in check.

The man shakes his head at you, “No…you say! Are you trying to gaslight me right now? I know a chowchow beats afrobuttsniffer or whatever the hell you just said.”

You can’t help but to throw your head back in laughter, knowing just how to annoy your man. Reaching out for his hand, he smacks yours out of the way making you gasp.

“What? I didn’t know if you were trying to get me like those aunties in church who like to pinch you when they catch you not listening to the lord’s word.” He holds his hands out innocently.

You snort, reaching back out this time to actually whack his thigh since he smacked your hand first. He allows it with a laugh of his own before you lean back, stretching your arms above your head until he’s reaching around towards you, quickly making you hold your fist up, while rolling your right one to defend yourself.

“No way you’re thinking about beating me up when I’m just trying to eat some fruit,” he gives you a side eye as he plucks the container of raspberries from your side.

You lift your shoulders letting your fist rest, “Can’t catch me Slippin’ either.”

Kelvin rolls his hooded eyes, then he pops a few pieces of the red berries into his mouth before placing it to the side of him, talking with his mouth full, “Let’s do the big reveal on 3, not 2.”

“Okay.” You nod, picking up your mini canvas from its easel.

The both of you meet each other’s eyes, amusement clear in your faces as you count together before spinning your artwork to the other’s.

“You have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.” Is the first thing Kelvin comments, making you frown.

Tilting your head to the side after glancing at your work you reply, “That sounds like you’ve been waiting to get that off your chest because what does that have to do with my painting?”

“Painting is one of your many strengths, driving is not.” Kelvin informs, holding your stare, and peering at you underneath his hooded eyes.

You scowl, “Now that’s a backhanded compliment.”

“What? I was just thinking about the ride back and praying that we don’t hit anymore curbs…yet you made me look good, like 90s Denzel good.”

Leaning your elbow on top of the canvas resting on the blanket you say, “Well you are 90s fine so it’s not like it was hard.”

“But parallel parking is,” he’s snickering and you’re strongly considering pinching the shit out of him now, “Thank you, baby.”

“No, keep your thank you’s,” you hiss, “You made me look like Mrs. Potato head.”

“You can be my Mrs. Potato head.”

“You suck!” You yell ready to toss a wet paintbrush right at his handsome face.

“Yet you love me.”

“Ehhh…debatable.” You give shaky hands making Kelvin gasp but there’s a dimpled grin threatening to slip onto his face.

He’s got that devilish look in his face as he tosses his canvas to the side, crawling over to you on his knees and then he pounces on you, knocking you over onto the blanket.

“Why was that necessary?” You peek up at Kelvin who’s lounging above you, just smirking.

“Cause I like getting on your nerves as much as you like being on mine.”

“it’s too loud in here,” you flick one of his necklaces making him give you a confused look, “i’m going to start biting people.”

Which sounded like an excuse to get violent to Kelvin.

Kelvin laughs, “Hol’ up now friend till the end, we’re at a pretty tranquil park and don’t need you locked up because I don’t know if you’re gonna make bail.”

“Well…that Mufasa money might say different.”

Kelvin rolls his eyes, “I don’t know if you know this but…I played scar.”

“And what does that mean?” You tighten your stare, silently daring him to say something you wouldn’t like. You were his biggest hype person and it never went unnoticed.

He exhales, not wanting to take it there, “That I also got that dog in me like Andre from Victorious once said.”

“Leon doesn’t like being referred to only that role.”

“Damn you know him?” Kelvin raises a brow, making you slide a hand up the side of his neck, smirking to yourself, “…But I get it.”

You nod pulling him down so you’re chest to chest glancing at his plump lips, “Yeah and I prefer this brotha right here.”

It’s Kelvin’s turn to smirk after licking his lips, “Say less.”

[CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN]

“i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.” You say into FaceTime, patting the back of your hand against your forehead after re-entering your home.

Chad was always the one to bring you out of your shell and of course the bars were coming more alive now that spring’s breezy weather, part sun, and low percentage of rain for the night decided to stick around.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I thought I accidentally called my grandmother Delia instead of you.” Chad is as sarcastic as ever, earning a swift middle finger from you.

He laughs while you disappear from screen to retrieve your notepad and bouncing pen. Chad is quiet for a moment, eyeing the beauty of you as you’re scribbling onto the pad, appearing to be busy.

“Can’t you like, do that another day? I mean we’ve been in this new town for months and we should get to enjoy it instead of constantly working ya know?” Chad attempts to persuade you as you scoff out a laugh.

It wasn’t work to you, simply a hobby.

You peek back at the screen, “I get wanting to have freedom, since we all definitely deserve it but I promised Mindy and I’s neighbor that I’d make the front of the home look nice.”

Chad gives you a look, “You mean the redhead neighbor that she’s screwing? Something tells me she doesn’t give a shit about flowers.”

You and Mindy were sharing a two bedroom townhouse in this coastal town, which was something all of you were not used to! Whereas Chad had his own space about fifteen minutes uptown, which still wasn’t far enough for Mindy but that was yet to be determined.

“…Are you avoiding me because I let Tara crash here when she came into town?” Chad suddenly blurts out, making you scrunch up your nose.

Your nose twitched and you scratched at it, “Why would I be avoiding you over our friend?”

“I don’t know…” Chad starts, “Do you think something happened? I know she sent you a story of us when we went out to your DM’s and you gave a thumbs up emoji…which isn’t really your thing.”

Your reassurance was not strong, “Chad babe, it’s not that deep, honestly.”

“Yet I feel like it is,” Chad asserts, “When’s the last time we even hung out for awhile—gone on dates—

“I don’t know you tell me.” You snap and Chad widens his eyes.

He’s figures you out.

“You know it’s not like that with me and Tara, hasn’t been or really been in a long time. You’re mine and no one else is and I want you to know that, okay?” He guarantees, always being the one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

You sigh, “That’s great Chad. I’m gonna go.”

“No…not when this doesn’t feel right.”

“We’re fine!”

Chad urges while he wants to hold your stare from behind the screen, “Do you mean it?”

“…”

“Yeah no, that’s not good enough for me, baby cakes.”

That cringe pet name doesn’t even get a reaction out of you and that’s how Chad knows it’s bad. It’s not like he didn’t ask you if it was okay for Tara to stay with him. Sure you and Mindy had a sofa bed that she could have used yet she chose Chad’s one bedroom that he wanted you to move into with him. Although you said it was fine it still felt odd since the two once had a thing and you were always in the background.

You took the leap of faith and made yourself heard once Chad was officially back on the market and actually taking time out for himself. Which you didn’t want to disrupt but you got tired of constantly bottling up how you felt. It sorta just happened after you admitted your feelings but it wasn’t some fairytale.

Not in this story of your lives.

He didn’t immediately share his feelings since he was in shock that you would actually go for a guy like him.

Which also made you want to horse kick him for even thinking that.

You took things as slow as possible and that works for the both of you, although time was always limited.

“The roses are calling, gotta go love you bye!” You rush out, hanging up the call, leaving Chad to let out a long groan at his apartment.

At least you said you loved him still?

Yet that didn’t make the athlete feel any better.

You’re unsure how long you’ve been in the front yard, the sound of birds chirping happily gradually began to fade as the sound of waves hitting the rocks in the far distance began to pick up took over, while you consistently switched over the vibrant flowers into brand new pots that you dragged Mindy and her…friend Van to get last weekend. It was team work dragging bags of soil into the cart but you three made it work all on your own. Chad even set the picture Mindy sent his way of you kissing your bicep and stepping on the bag of soil as his screensaver.

The guy was ridiculously in love with you but here you were feeling a way about Tara. A girl that you did consider a friend but felt a way about her being here on her own last weekend.

Sharing an apartment on her own with your boyfriend!

Mindy told you that Tara was actually dating and exploring around herself in a city named Tarnșoara, which so happened to be outside of the country that she lived in with Sam, and that you had nothing to really worry about but your mind can definitely pay tricks on you.

Normally you’re not rough handed when dealing with your garden but the thoughts took over and made it appear as if it you were taking it out on the flowers.

“And you tell me I’m heavy handed.”

It’s not the voice that haunts you but you still find yourself pointing the trowel up on alert.

“Hey! It’s just me, your dream guy and boyfriend! And I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t add any more wounds to this glorious body.”

Exhaling you drop the gardening tool, “Chad! What’re you doing here?”

“Well it’s been awhile and you weren’t answering my texts.” He’s sheepishly standing above you, clearly holding something behind his back.

You’re frowning, patting the pockets of your apron for your phone as you ask, “What time is it?”

You see it’s dinner time and the last time you talked to anybody it was after 3PM.

Check ins are crucial in this friend group.

“Wow…time really got the best of me.”

Chad laughs a little, eyeing the work you’ve done, “I can see that…can I help with that last pot?”

“Um…yeah, as soon as you show me what’s behind your back.” You get to your feet.

The twenty-something year old tilts his head to the side, peeking at you from one eye, “Don’t you trust me, babe?”

You feel your head nodding before your thoughts can even give you the wrong idea.

Chad pulls out the item he’s holding behind his back, revealing it to you, “I brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.”

A crooked smile appears on your face as you hold your hand out for the box of pastries, “Are they gluten free?”

He rubs at his neck, “Um…not sure. Don’t tell me you suddenly have an allergy to gluten? I can always return them and get you something else. Like a branch in some olive oil maybe?”

How creative!

You snort, “No, no. I’m just fucking with you, this is great really, thank you.”

It was one of your favorites and this means he was thinking of you so of course you were grateful.

The little things do matter.

Chad lets out a whistle, “Nearly gave me another heart attack, girl!”

“Another?” You question.

“Uh yeah…after I sat on the situation I can see how I was wrong and maybe even disrespectful to you and I’m sorry about that.” Chad looks you in the face to show you how genuine he is and deeply inhales, “The last thing I would ever want to do is ruin what we have over not understanding each other’s boundaries.”

Your heart swells, “No it’s not only on you. I needed to communicate better and I didn’t even know I felt icky about it until after I said it was okay. It’s not really your fault, you were just being a friend. A good one.”

“Aw, you think so?” He sways from one foot to the other, “How am I on a scale of 1 to 100 when it comes to being a boyfriend though?”

You bring your eyes together, “You really want me to rate you, right when we’re trying to make up?”

“Well…I brought you your fav carbs, against my coach’s judgement.”

Of course he contacted his new coach about this!

“I’m sure you’ll work it off in the morning after we indulge in these.”

He pops up at the mention of, “We.”

“Oh…you’re inviting me into your home? I don’t know if your husband would like that?”

You laugh resting the box on a side table that’s sitting on the porch for now. When you turn around, Chad’s already doing the honors of moving the roses to the last open spot.

Leaning against the railing you say, “No husband yet, I’m still pretty young.”

“Noted,” Chad dusts off his hands and smiles over at you, “Can I stay for dinner?”

You stare at him for a moment and roll your gloved hand out, “Come on in.”

Chad nearly runs over to you, lifting you from the steps with one arm. He sets you back on the porch so that you’re face to face and you hold onto his chest.

“I love you so much.” He tells you.

You nuzzle your nose against his, “I know. The feelings mutual, peanut.”

He whoops, throwing a fist in the air as he lifts you by the waist to kiss your lips. “Hear that everybody! My baby loves me again!”

“Chad,” you giggle as he sets you back on your feet, “Let’s get inside, the temperature is dropping and I can use a shower and food.”

His brows are wiggling as you turn from him to head to the front door, “Am I also included in this shower of yours?”

“Depends what you do with those croissants.” You smirk over your shoulder.

Chad grins as he charges after you, “I make a mean breakfast roll on a croissant that even the French would be jealous! So yeah, it’s safe to say I’ll be taking that shower with you.”

He closes the door behind you before he quickly opens it back, snatching the flaky box of pastries off the table and locking the door before chasing you up the stairs.

[JEY USO]

Weddings in spring could be interesting…not something you necessarily would have picked for your own but the things you do for your cousin/bestie! You were fighting to stay awake, seated on the toilet in your robe rubbing in the whipped butter into your skin while trying not to fall over.

You’re a giggling mess and unsure what time it was but a time was definitely had at your cousin and Sikoa’s wedding.

“WHERE DEM FANS AT?! WHERE DEM FANS AT?!” You can hear Jey screaming from your attached bedroom, it was clear he didn’t care what time it was either.

Laughing some more, you screw the top back onto your moisturizer and stumble getting to your feet but catch yourself. So you may have had one too many as well but at least you weren’t having your own concert, risking the police to come knocking at your door.

Gasping to yourself after closing the drawer to one of the bathroom cabinets, you spot Jey dancing in the doorway, performing the line dance, disappearing and coming back again with a half eaten burger in his hand.

“Hey, you better not have touched my food.”

Jey scrunches up his face, head thrown back into view, “Uh…what’s gon’ happen if I stole a couple of fries? That’s right, nuthin!”

Sucking your teeth, you turn hoping the room wasn’t spinning and couldn’t wait for the meds to kick in as you charged out of the bathroom after turning the lights off.

You’re tempted to jump right on his back but Jey turns around, waving the burger towards you and stepping as he sung, “Oh whoa oh whoaaaaa!”

There’s a crooked smile on your face as you shake your head. Jey loved this song so much at the reception, he had the DJ play it at least four times until he got dragged away from the dance floor by Jimmy and Jacob.

He was boisterous and so proud to witness his baby brother become a husband. If he had it his way, he would have been the DJ the entire night since the DJ did fumble all entrances into the hall.

“Yeah, remind me to not hire this fool for my wedding.” Jey said loud enough in the lobby as he stood with the rest of the groomsmen and Solo, earning snickers from most, while you tried to keep your heart steady as he sent a wink and grin in your direction.

You’re too busy day dreaming to realize Jey all up in your face.

Your head goes back, “Damn, can I help you, Joshua?”

His face is serious as it’s locked on your eyes while he slowly chews, “How’d you get that?”

“What?” You deadpan as you’ve heard this before, “This ass? I’ve told you before Bobby Valentino—

Jey shakes his head waving his hand along too, “Nah nah. We’ll get to that later…I’m talking about your eye.”

“What’s wrong with my eye?” You frown slightly turning in the direction of the full length mirror tucked in the corner in the oversized master bedroom, “Don’t tell me it’s finally swollen from all that awful pollen?”

Jey watched as you moved from him in your robe, before quickly following after you to stand behind you in the mirror. He crossed his arms while you leaned forward to see a black ring underneath your right eye.

“I didn’t even notice it after spending all that time making sure the makeup was off,” you shrug, lifting a finger to poke at it to see if it hurt but it didn’t.

Not to say it wouldn’t in the morning!

Jey scowls, “Neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.”

You chuckle, “Well yeah because we’re having a midnight dinner in bed.”

Just as you mention the food you stopped at the drive-thru to get on the way home, your stomach rumbled like thunder. Jey doesn’t even bother to make a joke since there’s evident anger in his frame now.

“Jey, it’s fine.” You reassured, lightly squeezing his bare arms before you try to go around him but he blocks your movements, making you raise a brow, “I know you’re not about to play with me when it comes to my food, Joshua.”

He barks back, “Seems like you’re playin’ with me since you won’t tell me what happened.”

“I don’t even know if I remember what happened!”

“Try!”

Tilting your head to the side at his tone you attempt to reason with the glossy eyed man, “You really think if something went down with me when you went off to change that you wouldn’t be the first to know about it? As big as y’all family is along with my dad’s side of the family? Come on now! So let me eat my damn tenders in peace.”

Jey pinches at his bottom lip, thinking it over in his drunken haze. You’re seated on the bed, peeling open the box with force now, feeling yourself getting hot although you just showered. Jey was usually the dancer and wants to fight when under the influence, whereas you tended to laugh at almost everything and wanted to hug on everybody.

Right now?

You didn’t want to hug this man since he messed with your time to eat.

“So…you remember something since you said it went down while I went to change.” Jey started as he plopped on the bed, almost knocking over your sauce before leaning on his elbow.

Guess he wasn’t that drunk!

Holding onto one end of the chicken tender you tap it right against Jey’s nose, making him swat at you with a frown. “That chicken ain’t that good to slap somebody. And I’m not just anybody.”

“It’s good to me, now be quiet.” You sass.

Jey’s still ready to debate, “You think I’m not gonna find out?”

You sigh as you take your time chewing, hoping he goes to sleep but you forgot who you were dealing with as he pokes you.

It’s your turn to swat him from poking you in your boob again, “You’re acting as if someone did it on purpose…”

“I dunno, did they?” Jey rolls his head to the side now as he presses you.

You shake your head, letting some more slip out, “It was an accident to that exact song you’re obsessed with. Cousin Lasa didn’t mean it, you know the boy is lanky.”

Realization passes over his face, Jey rubs at his jaw, “Cousin lasa huh? I’ve been meaning to drop him on his head since he was born.”

You smack his shoulder, making sure it hurt, “Don’t do him like that, he’s just a kid.”

“A kid that looks twenty-five.”

“Isn’t he like fifteen?”

“I know there’s a five in there somewhere…that’s good enough to get a beat down in my eyes.” Jey decides.

“Okay, now you’re doing too much.” You shake your head, “Go back to singing.”

Jey says, “I’m just standing ten toes down for my woman, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing until you’re talking about terrorizing a whole child.”

“He’s six foot one! That ain’t no child.” Jey maintains as he stares at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“Leave him alone!”

Jey groans, “This how you gonna be when you bless me some boys of our own? S.O.F.T.?”

You hum, “I don’t know, ask me when you end up with girls. You’ll be just like Ro.”

Jey laughs, “Yeah, whatever. Man gets to decide anyway.”

“So now you’re an endocrinologist?”

“…yeah, yeah I’ll sign the documents as soon as we leave the venue.”

There’s a frown on your face now as Jey lets out an obnoxious yawn, briefly closing his eyes. You shake your head at the man, laughing to yourself some more as you shove more fries into your mouth.

It’s giving chipmunk as Jey peeks at you through one eye but he obviously finds you still to be the cutest thing, “can i help with your hair?”

At the mention of the classic pin up curl bun, you suddenly feel all the Bobby pins shoved into your hair. “As long as you don’t rip the pins out like last time?”

“I wont, you know I gotchu girl.”

“Do you?” You ask with humor in your tone, “I couldn’t tell after the threats you were making towards a entire teenager and a family member at that!”

Jey scoffs looking for his phone but you grab his neck, catching his attention as you squeeze, making him peer up at you then down at your lips. “I Always got you, don’t you ever doubt that and remind me to set a reminder to give Lasa a call in the morning.”

“No,” you whisper before placing your lips right on his.

And let’s just say…Jey wasn’t fighting you on this one.

[ZILLA FATU]

“You don’t need that hoe.”

You would have missed his voice if Bhad Bhabie’s diss track from your AirPods didn’t just fade out. It was ironic really that the song just ended and this man was lingering to the right of you while you ran your errands.

You’re holding onto a pastel Christmas tree, that was actually kinda ugly but you had to get your home ready for Spring and Easter and a few more decorative pieces wouldn’t hurt. Honestly you didn’t get it either, not every holiday needed a tree but overconsumption knew how to target you.

Stretching a smile onto your lips, you hold Zilla’s dark stare while you place the tree right into your cart. Who the fuck was he to tell you what you didn’t need?

“Oh it’s like that?” He rests his hands on the cart, briefly breaking eye contact to peer into your cart, which was filled with a couple of things he was also sure you didn’t need but it was clear you were going for bright and bold.

Pausing the shuffled music with a sigh, you take your time answering him since you had a feeling you weren’t about to leave this store without him harassing you. “Hell yeah it is. What do you want, Isayah? I got places to be.”

He doesn’t hesitate, looking over at you from underneath his lashes, “What do I want? You. I thought that shit was obvious?”

Resting your arms against the handle of the cart you breathe out a laugh, “Cheating on someone you claim to love while they’re up in the hospital is a funny way of showing it.”

The both of you broken up at least a month ago and Zilla hardly faltered reaching out to you. It was to the point you were ready to file your own restraining order against him. It was too much, him constantly showing up, calling with you not picking up the phone, showing up to your job that you threatened you would let the dogs out of the cage to bite him right in the ass if he didn’t get away from you, sending flowers, and even paying for any of your routine appointments beforehand.

He was feeling the guilt as he should.

While you were in a minor car accident, he was out in the club you told him to stay out of and the night that you didn’t go out with him, it all went to shit.

“I know ma, I know.” Zilla hung his head low, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I fucked up. None of it meant anything, it was stupid type shii. It’s my fault and I’m always gon’ be sorry about it.”

You’ve heard the excuses plenty of times before. He even tried to hide it until the proof got sent right to your phone and it wasn’t somebody random, it was someone who was a friend of your best friend’s. You always said you didn’t trust her since she was known for sleeping with people’s men, you often joked that your best friend was lucky she was a lesbian or else she would have to be careful but look what happened!

This was all a mess that you didn’t want to be part of but Zilla put you in this situation. For as long as you’ve know him, since you were kids and he got locked up for constantly doing stupid shit, you still held him down even if it was only as a friend then.

Look where that got you.

“I don’t really care for your apologies,” you shrug your shoulders, “I just want you to leave me alone like you did in that hospital.”

Zilla tightens his hold on the end of the cart, “I eventually showed up.”

“And showed your whole ass. You broke his fucking nose! He had to see a plastic surgeon because of you, when he actually walked away from the crash just fine until you pulled that shit.”

Zilla immediately sucked his teeth knowing it was only a matter of time before you brought that man up. Of course he jumped to conclusions hearing that you had some dude (a co-worker who was actually happily married) in the passenger side of your car and the fact that he stayed around for you and got smart with Zilla? Yeah Zilla swung and he knew he shouldn’t have but what’s done is done.

“What am I supposed to think when some dude that’s hanging around you that I don’t even really know puffs his chest out to me, mayne? He tried to keep me from seeing you, disrespected me and I’m just supposed to take that? Nah.” Zilla argued, his brows furrowing.

Deeply inhaling you respond, “He was doing us both a favor. You were fucked up and didn’t have a clear mind. The last person you needed to worry about is me not being loyal. I would never do you dirty how you did me. That’s not my character but you couldn’t give me that same grace. You’re lucky your ass isn’t locked up since I talked your team into splitting the cost of what his insurance wouldn’t pay. And talked him out of pressing charges.”

Zilla didn’t know that part, just the fact that it was handled and no one showed up with cuffs to bring his ass back to jail.

“You did that for me?”

“I didn’t do it for you,” you snap, “He’s my friend and a good guy. He didn’t deserve your bullshit so I figured it out.”

Despite you saying this both you and Zilla knew it wasn’t only for some guy you worked with and considered a work friend. If you didn’t care about Zilla you wouldn’t have been around this long. If you didn’t love him or even yourself enough, you would have stayed in this unhealthy pattern.

“Regardless of what your mouth says…thanks for being bout it.”

You roll your eyes, looking away to the shelves again but there was nothing else to really browse. Zilla takes his time looking at you and although it was clear you now wanted to be anywhere else but here, you were still the baddest thing he’s ever had.

“Let me take you to lunch, I know that ass is hungry by now since you’ve probably been at this since eight this mornin’.” Zilla tries to persuade you while you stare at him as if he’s transformed into an alien.

Scoffing you say, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You’re out and about walking around with a boot on your foot, I think you can roll with me.” Zilla nods his head towards the exit.

Shaking your head you’re firm, “No.”

“Whatchu mean no?”

“I don’t know how else you want me to say it.” You answer, “You think going to lunch to see how I’ve been when you know exactly how, is going to fix things? You got things you need to figure out without me so do it. When I said I was done I meant it. So if you’ll step to the side—

Of course he doesn’t move, even when you’re ready to ram him with cart. His dark stare is fixated on you, a look that could make anyone shrivel up in fear and listen to him.

You didn’t scare easily.

“You maybe done but I’m not.” Zilla tells you, “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

That makes you frown.

“Yeah, yup. I’ll admit it.” Zilla explains, “Not once did I ever enter that club with intentions to hurt you as bad as I did. I know what we have is good and something I’ve been holding onto. I’m a fuck up, it’s what I do but you know better than anyone that I’ve been trying to get right and I was doing aight until that night. I ain’t never loved nobody as hard as I love you. I made a poor choice, I came to my senses as soon as I woke up. You’re my whole heartbeat and when I realized what I did…it felt like it just fell out of my chest.”

“…you tried to hide it. But I knew something was up and it wasn’t just because you were lit and chose violence.”

Zilla nods, “I was hurting too and took it out on Lil Fizz’s twin.”

That actually makes you laugh and you want to push it back down where it came from.

“You need more space…I can try my best to give you that but it’s far from easy because you know I need a heart to keep going.” He informs and runs a hand down his face trying to hide his vulnerability, “As corny as it sounds it’s anything less but true. I miss you. I want you. I need you.”

Sure anyone could fold if you look at the history between you two. You were two years older than him, always looking out for his best interest, even when he had his moments of not wanting to hear you out, but there was a time where there were talks of having a future together and even had a scare which would take things to new heights. This shit wasn’t just for fun, the both of you were locked in.

Yet he picked the lock.

“I hear you, I do but I’ve got to get going.”

Zilla’s shoulders almost deflate, “Aight busy woman, I guess I’ll let you go. Take care of that foot and yourself.”

He wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and go home together. However today wouldn’t be that day.

After that interaction you have no interest of looking around the store or even buying what you had in your cart. So being one of those people you unfortunately ditch it in one of the aisles and hobble out of the store.

“I’ll be seeing you in two weeks!” Zilla calls out to you.

You pause seeing him posted up against the store building.

Quickly your brain tries to remember what’s happening in two weeks and realize it’s usually a spring break trip that happens around this time. Sikoa sent you the details back in January and he was the designated host, it was basically a birthday trip although his damn born day is in March, his girl morphed it into a part two celebration since she was a April baby herself.

“You’re going on Sikoa and Nai’s birthday trip?” Your head is tilted to the side as you stand on the sidewalk, “We must be in eternal hell.”

Zilla laughs, “Guess we got our redemption arc and all that. There’s still room for more though.”

His hint throwing was not subtle at all.

Scoffing you fold your arms, “…Sounds like a set up to me.”

“I mean…I could have just shown up to the airport on your ass but I heard you already put down your portion, so there ain’t no backing out now. You’re gonna have to see some more of this mug whether you wit it or not so…enjoy your space, ma.” He says into your face after pushing off the wall, even going as far to roughly kiss the side of your cheek on his way by.

And you glare over your shoulder, watching as he hopped in the passenger side of his ride.

Guess it was your turn to have problems with the whole bloodline.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁

FIN.

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samantha-chicago · 1 year ago

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Protective - *NSFW*

Summary : When avoiding your over protective brother can lead to some good sex

Pairing : Dante Torres x Atwater!reader

Warning/s: Smut

Under 18s DNI

Having a brother in the best unit in the city had some perks but there were also a lot of disadvantages. When your boyfriend messaged saying that he had found your handbag in his car when he got to work this morning you thought nothing about just turning the car around and going to meet him to get it back. You had also forgotten you were in the same clothes you were in last night when Kevin came around to see you before you headed out on your date.

“Ah little Atwater. You want up to intelligence?” Trudy asked and you nodded

“Yeah please Trudy” You smiled and she walked out from behind her desk walking you up to intelligence. “Thank you Trudy” You smiled as she walked away. Dante instantly smiled over as he saw you.

“Hey Y/N what are you doing here?” Kevin asked walking over as he spotted you

“I left my bag at Molly’s last night. I know it was stupid but there was nothing in it but make-up touch up and perfume. Torres found it and I’m now just here to collect it” You smiled

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” You looked down at your outfit due to your brothers words

“I wear outfits more than once” You shrug as he gives to the protective look

“I don’t trust you. I’ll find out who it is” He replied and you rolled your eyes. “I promise I will and I’ll hurt him”

“Okay Kevin. You’re jumping to conclusions that there’s even anyone there” Kevin gave you a look as you rolled your eyes walking over to Dante.

“I just left it in my car” He smiled

“Okay. I’ll walk down with you” You shrug before following him downstairs and out to his car

“It’s quite fun avoiding your brother” He hummed standing in front of you as you leaned against his car

“Is that right? You could have reminded me to get changed!” You exclaimed. You were hiding your relationship because Kevin typically scared all of your boyfriends off.

“Oops” He smirked and you shook your head. Dante leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips “My house tonight?” He asked against your lips

“Sounds like a plan to me, officer” You hummed.

A couple hours later you were sitting in Dante’s house after he got home from work. You were meant to be watching a movie but in all honesty you were far more interested in him.

“Enjoying the sight?” He teased with a smirk and you nodded.

“I don’t know who wouldn’t. But they better not. You’re mine” You hummed as he moved so he was now on top of you. His arms holding him up next to your head

“Oh yeah? That right?” He teased and you nodded

“I’ll kill them if they look at you” You hummed

“I’d have to arrest you then” He replied

“Hot” You shrugged and he smirked

“Oh yeah?” You nodded looking up at him “Let’s see if you’re saying that later then Querida” You could feel the heat between your legs as he called you darling in Spanish. “Bedroom” He whispered against your ear before moving away. You happily complied walking through to the bedroom stripping off your clothes as you did. Laying on the bed as Dante walked in the room

“mi niña hermosa” He whispered and you smiled putting your body weight on your forearms as he walked over taking his shirt off. You frowned as you saw new cuts and bruises on his chest.

“Baby” You whispered running your fingertips over them

“No. Tonight is all about you Querida” You smiled lying back as he carefully pushed you back. In one swift move he moved your panties down your legs and threw them to the other side of the room. His fingers moving from your hips down to your lips, barely touching you as he spread your wetness. Your hips moved subconsciously as you wanted his touch more and more. Sex with Dante was now something you craved. He moved up kissing you as his fingers began to rub circles on your clit.

“More please” You whispered as he pressed kisses along your jaw, one finger sliding into you followed by a second causing a moan to escape from your lips. Dante with his other hand palmed his cock before pulling his boxers down and pushing in, filling you up. Dantes fingers are still working their magic on your clit as you grabbed the sheets on his bed. Head thrown back as you clenched around him, moans now more frequent as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten

“Ven querida” Dante’s Spanish was all you needed to push you over the edge. Your body feeling as it was falling apart as Dante continued to thrust into, his thrusts now becoming more staggered. After a moment he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your head as you came back around from your high.

“Querida. Need anything?” He asked and you shook your head

“Just to clean up” You smiled now looking up at him. Dante disappeared for a moment before coming back with a cloth to clean you up.

“Are you sure? No fruit juice, a little snack?” He asked being the complete gentleman that he was

“No. I’m okay I promise” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you “What inspired that sex?” You asked looking up at him

“The fun of hiding from your brother”

#reader x dante torres #dante torres x reader #dante torres #kevin atwater #kevin atwater image #kevin atwater x reader #kevin atwater x sister #atwater!sister #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader

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royaltysuite · 1 year ago

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Just started watching Season 11 of Chicago P.D. and I'm still simping for my mans, Hank Voight and Dante Torres!

I need a cold shower.............and a bottle of wine🥵🥴🥹

#x reader #royaltysuite #x chubby reader #hank voight chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres x reader #dante torres cpd #hank voight cpd #hank voight x reader #dante torres chicago pd

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royaltysuite · 6 months ago

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Dante (Benjamin) ....on his knees...

Voight (Jason)....in the chair...

Seems like another smutty fic is on the books for kinktober...

Those smiling faces...OMG

#x reader #royaltysuite #royaltysuite works #hank voight x reader #dante torres x reader #hank voight cpd #dante torres cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #jason beghe #hank voight #benjamin levy aguilar #dante torres

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 1 year ago

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TL;DR - Taking requests for CPD oneshots/prompts

Itching for more Voight content…

If anyone has an ask or would like to submit a prompt for me to write, please let me know! I love writing oneshots and have been itching for Hank lately, especially due to the events of 11x7 (-_-)

I also will write Antonio Dawson if requested. Other characters possible, at my discretion.

I don’t write smut, but I will walk the line. See my already written oneshots on my alt accounts, @musntbill and @random-weird-fandoms, linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/musntbill/745434538137796608/hank-voight-oneshot-tw-some-violence-and-implied

https://www.tumblr.com/random-weird-fandoms/745473828069769216/and-here-is-part-2-of-that-oneshot-again-not

I can write “x reader” like the above, in any POV (first, second, third) as needed. I can do fluffy, angsty, or tense, or something else, just ask!

I am open to any and all ideas and pretty flexible. :) Feel free to comment, DM me, or drop something in my Tumblr inbox if you’d like. <3

#chicago pd #hank voight #sergeant hank voight #sargent hank voight #hank voight x reader #antonio dawson #Antonio Dawson x reader #jay halstead #erin lindsay #hailey upton #kevin atwater #kim burgess #adam ruzek #alvin olinsky #x reader #CPD #fanfiction requests #fanfiction #dante torres

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1d5soslittlemixonechicago · 2 years ago

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Fight

Hailey upton x Rome Green-Upton

Summary: while Rome is undercover he get a call from torres telling him his wife was missing dropping everything he leaves and goes back to Chicago to help the team find his wife

Hailey was at her locker, packing her stuff, when her phone started ringing, making Hailey look at her phone with a small smile when she saw Rome's name. Rome and Hailey have been communicating, but sadly, not as much as they wanted to.

"Hey," Hailey said as she answered her phone. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the locker room. "Hey!" Rome said, sounding tired. "You sound tired," Hailey said, causing Rome to chuckle a little. "Yeah, I am, but how is the training going? Is it helping you sleep?" Rome asked, knowing that Hailey had been having trouble since he and Jay left. He felt guilty that not long after Jay left he had to go undercover, which he didn't really have a choice of.

"Not really," Hailey said with a sigh as she reached her truck. "I will be home soon, before you know it," Rome said. "I know," Hailey said. Rome went to say something but was cut off when he heard knocking on his door. "I've got to go," Rome said, sitting up. "Me too; I'll talk to you later tonight," Hailey said. "Night," Rome said, hanging up.

Rome didn't know that after that call, after a few hours, Hailey went missing.

~~~

A day later

Hank walked into the tech room, where the team was sitting. "All right, tell me we've got something we can use." Hank said, stopping behind the chair and looking at the screen. "The footage is too grainy to make out much, except for the stats of our offenders." Trudy told Hank There's no sign of the offenders' vehicle in the footage, and there are too many blind spots on PODs. I mean, I can't follow them." Kim spoke in a stressed tone. "OK, what about him, the victim?" Hank asked and pointed at the screen. Kim zoomed in, saying, "That's not enough, not for facial rec." kevin said

"All right, then her car, cell towers, witnesses, and forensics." Hank said he was walking to the other side. "We've got nothing we can use, boss." Adam said as Dante walked in. "I think I got him. I pulled Upton's cell records," Dante stated as he reached the others. "The last incoming call was from a phone registered to Lee Byers," Dante said, handing everyone Lee's file. "The duration of the call was two minutes, and then minutes later, her phone was off. Multiple priors for drug possession. He was arrested six years ago by Jay Halstead and Rome green. Two days after he got pinched, all three charges were dropped." dante continued

"So Halstead and Green flipped him." Hank said, "Guy's a CI." Hank added, holding the folder up. "Upton must have taken over as his handler; she was meeting him for a tip, and one of them was followed." Trudy said, putting the dots together, "All right, so get his phone dump, grab his CI file, run everyone this guy ever informed on, met, talked to, or ever walked by." Hank said, and the team started to move around. "We got an LKA on this guy?" Hank asked Torres. "He lives with his girlfriend, Jessica Owens, down on Humboldt." Dante answered

"Search her place. Bring her in." Hank said he was making the team, but Dante stopped. "Should we call Rome?" Dante asked, making the team stop and look at Hank. Hank turns around and nods his head.

~~~

Rome had been undercover for months, and he was starting to get tired of it. He missed Hailey and his team, and all he wanted was to be with Hailey. What sucked is that Rome was only 2 hours away, but he was dealing with a really dangerous situation and didn't want to put her or the team in danger, so he kept away.

Of course, they talked when he got to his apartment.

Right now, he was at the bar working to get more information when his phone rang. He saw that it was Dante. "I've got to take this," Rome said, not letting them answer, knowing that if Dante was calling something wrong, Rome would answer the phone. "What's wrong?" Rome asked with a worried tone, "Hailey is missing," Dante said, making Rome freeze for a few seconds. "I'll be there soon," Rome said. "Okay," Dante said, and they hung up.

1 hour later

Rome got to the district, rushed in, and saw Trudy waiting for him. Rome mumbled a hello before rushing upstairs to see the group, minus Hank, who was in his office waiting for Rome to arrive. "We've got anything?" Rome asked as the group turned around and looked at him as Hank walked out of his office. "No," Kim said, sadly shaking her head. Rome closed his eyes and sighed before opening his eyes and looking at Hank. "What happened?" Rome asked. "She went to meet Lee Byers when they were taken," Kevin said, making Rome look at him. "Lee Byers?" Rome asked, and Kevin nodded his head. "We have his girlfriend in interrogation," Dante said. Hank walked to Rome. "Let's go," Hank said, walking toward the interrogation room.

Rome and Hank walk into the room. Rome sets a picture down. "That's your boyfriend right there," he says, sliding the picture towards her. "In case you're wondering why you haven't seen or heard from him,He was abducted last night," Hank said, causing Jessica to look up at Hank.

"Did you know that?" Rome asked, leaning against the wall. "No, I did not know that." Jessica said, slightly shaking her head ."No?" Rome asked. "Then why won't you talk to my “officers?Hmm?" Hank asked, sitting in the chair. “You won't give them access.to your phone, your tech.You won't even answer a basic question.Why not?" Hank asked."Because I don't want to be involved." Jessica said, "You already are," Rome said.

"Involved in what?Do you know why he was taken?" Hank asked "No," Jessica said."Do you know who took him?" Hank asked "No," Jessica said, causing the room to be silent for a second."You're lying to us." Rome said, walking to the table, pulling the chair out, and sitting down."I'm telling the truth," Jessica said. "Then answer my questions." Hank started "What is Lee into?Why would he be followed?beaten, and abducted?" Hank asked Jessica, but she didn't answer.

“OK, let me explain something to you.Lee wasn't killed.He was taken.You know what that means?That means they want something from him. "Our guess?" Rome said. "They are going to hurt him until they get it." Hank started "Now, what is Lee involved in? You want him to be hurt?" Hank asked “I'm not trying to hurt him. I just don't know anything.Look, he's an addict. I got him clean, but this would not be the first time. Then he relapsed,and did something stupid. But that's not on me. I have no idea who would have taken him." Jessica said, causing Rome to glare at her .

~~~

Lee looked at Hailey tiredly. "You know, Rome always talked about you." Lee started, causing Hailey to stop what she was doing. "Yeah, I would ask how the wife was doing, and he'd just have the biggest smile on his face." Lee said with a small chuckle, causing Hailey to smile a little.

Lee stopped talking. "Hey. you still with me?" Hailey asked as she looked over, seeing Lee's eyes closed, "You've got to keep your eyes open." Hailey added that she was trying to break the other support bar but stopped when she heard the guys coming back, making her turn her head to the door.

"That can't have been an hour," Hailey said, moving to sit by Lee. "OK. We're going to do this nice and clean. OK? You got it. You know what to say?" Hailey asked, "Yeah." Lee said as the two men opened the door and walked in.

"Hour's up. Where's my money?" Mark asked, "He's going to take you to it." Hailey said, slightly nodding towards Lee, "I hid it." Lee said, "OK. Where?" Mark asked, "He's going to take you to it." Hailey said, "That's not what I'm asking." Mark said, getting irritated now, "Where is my money?" Mark asked again. "I hid it in a safe place, downtown. I'll take you to it." Lee said it tiredly.

Mark looked at Elijah, causing Elijah to look at him. Mark pointed the ax at Hailey and said, "Grab her." Mark said Elijah walked toward Hailey and said, "No, no, no! He's gonna take you." Hailey shouted as Elijah came closer, "No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no!" Lee shouted, "He's going to take you to it!" Hailey yelled

"No, no, no! She doesn't know where the money is." Lee shouted as Elijah lay hailey on the ground, "No, no, no! Please! We're going to get you the money. We're gonna take you to it." Hailey yelled terrified, "Don't hurt her!" Lee yelled again. "She doesn't know where the money is!" Lee shouted, causing Hailey to look at him for a second before looking back at Elijah. "Please! Please! Look at me!" Lee yelled, trying to get their attention.

Mark walks over to Hailey, looking down at her. "So do you want to keep your right hand or your left?" Mark asked, "Please! Please! Don't hurt her! Look at me! It's my fault! It's my fault!" Lee shouted, "I have friends who have money. We'll get you the money." Hailey said loudly, "Do you want to hear her beg, Lee?" Mark asked slightly, looking at Lee, "I can't help. Please! Please!" Lee begged, "Chop it." Elijah said, "Let's go with the right." Mark said, raising his ax.

"No, no, no, no!" Hailey yelled as she saw the ax come down, but I was stopped when Lee got up and shoved Mark away from Hailey, causing Elijah to tackle him into the wall. Mark pins Hailey to the ground as a gunshot goes off, causing Hailey to look over. Lee slowly slides down the wall with wide eyes.

"What the hell? What were you thinking?" Mark asked as Hailey crawled over to Lee, putting pressure on Lee's wound. "He was going to shoot me!" Elijah yelled at Mark.

"You idiot!" Mark yelled, hitting Elijah's arm. Elijah hit Mark back. "He fell on me! He was going to shoot!" Elijah yelled. "He had one hand!" Mark yelled out as he left the bathroom. Hailey gazes into Lee's eyes and says, "It's OK. It's OK." Hailey said "I'm sorry." Lee said, meeting Hailey's eyes, "It's OK." Hailey reassured, "She spent it." Lee said, "What?" Hailey asked, "It's all gone. The money's all gone." lee said His head falls down as he stops breathing. Hailey stares at him.

How are we going to get our money back now, huh?" Mark asked, looking at Elijah, "You idiot!" Mark said, snatching Elijah's gun from him, "What did you want me to do?" Elijah asked Mark to turn to Hailey. "Get up!" Mark said loudly, "He's dead." Hailey said, taking her hand from his wound, "Yeah, I can see that. Get up," Mark said as Hayley slowly got up.

"I know where your money is." Hailey said, looking at Mark, "No, you don't." Mark said, "He told me. We were trying to both stay alive, so we were going to take you to it." Hailey said, "You're lying to me." Mark said, "I'm not." Hailey said, "Tell me where it is then, or..." Mark paused and looked down at the gun. "I'll shoot you right here, right now." Mark said, "No. You'll shoot me as soon as I tell you." Hailey said, looking at both the guys, "He stole it for his girl. I know where she lives. I'll take you, and you can let me go." Hailey said Mark walks closer to Hayley, towering over her. "How about I just beatt it out of you?" Mark said, "That's worked well so far." Hailey said, looking at Mark with a deadpan look.

~~~

Rome sits on the bench in the locker room, looking at a photo of him and Hailey. Rome blames himself for Hailey getting kidnapped. Maybe if he was still working here, it would have been him, and he was okay with that. He wished it was him instead of Hailey. He was taken out of his thoughts by a soft knock on the locker, causing him to turn around to see Kevin. "Hey man," Kevin said, giving him a nod. "Hey," Rome said softly "you okay?" Kevin asked, although he already knew the answer. "No, but I will be," Rome said as his phone rang, making him look at the contacts, then turning his phone off and putting his phone into his pocket. Rome looked at Kevin.

"It's my handler trying to reach me, but I'm not going to answer until I know Hailey is safe," Rome said. "It's not your fault," Kevin said, leaning against the wall. Rome scoffed at that, not believing him. "That should have been me, not her; Lee is mine, and Jay CI," Rome said, standing up angrily. "If I didn't have to go undercover, I would still be here working in this unit, and Hailey would've been here and okay." Rome yelled, and Kevin knows he is not yelling at him; he is angry and worried, as everyone was. "It's not your fault," Kevin said softly, causing Rome to look at Kevin, but before he could say anything, Dante walked in with Hank behind him. "We've got something One of them popped at a traffic cam two blocks from an abandoned motel. He used to work there.” dante say as all four of them walk down the hallway

“The place is empty?” Hank asked “Set for demo in two weeks. She's gotta be there.” dante said as they walked into the bullpen Kim handed Rome his jacket and they set off.

~~~

The team gets to the motel, all getting out of their cars and jogging towards the motel. Rome, Hank, and Dante stopped at door number six while Kevin ran to another door. "Go!" Hank said into his radio. "Copy," Kim said, causing Adam to kick the door. "Chicago PD!" Hank yelled as he kicked the door open. All three of them stormed in to see no one until they reached the bathroom.

"Body!" Hank yelled, causing Rome to rush in, but let out a relief breath when he saw it was not Hailey Dante rush in. "It's Lee." Dante said when he saw who it was. Hank crouches down, examining everything. "Where the hell is she?" Dante whispered. Rome looked at the body; some caught his eye in the blood. "Home" was written in it. "Home!" Rome said, rushing out of the motel room. "She's taking them home," Hank said, standing up and leaving the bathroom with Dante behind him. "Get a BOLO out of Mark's other vehicle. Let's go!" Hank spoke into his radio as he left the motel room.

~~~’

Rome and Hank were sitting in Hank's car in front of the apartment building. "All right, everybody stay low. We got anything?" Hank asked into his radio "The back is clear," Kevin said, looking around. "All clear on the east end." Adam said "All right, just stay back. Stay hidden We’re going in." Hank reported to the team as he and Rome stepped out of the car, looking around, pulling down their jackets, hiding their guns and badges, and walking over the railing towards the apartment.

~~~

Hailey in a truck has her hand tied up behind her back and tape over her mouth she bends her knees toward her face getting her hand from behind her back to infront of her she takes the tape from her mouth and brings her hand up the metal bar inside of the trunk rubbing the zip ties on it after a few second the snapped apart. Hailey searches the trunk for a way out

~~~

Rome and Hank walk out of the apartment building. "Does anybody have eyes?" Hank asked into the radio, asking the team. "Still nothing. All clear." Adam responded, shaking his head. "Come on, Hailey, where are you?" Rome whispered to himself. Hank looked at Rome, "They should have been here by now." Hank said, as his other radio went off, "5021, you got your ears on?" the dispatcher asked.

Go for 5021," Hank said as Rome looked up. "Be advised of your BOLO hit. " The camera spotted the vehicle westbound on Fullerton at Ashland two minutes ago." dispatched said, "Copy you." Hank said, "That's only six blocks." Rome said he was picking up his speed. "That's only six blocks out, but they're heading the other direction. Let's go!" Hank said to the radio that his team was rushing to catch up with Rome.

~~~

Hailey feels around the trunk. She presses on a carpet panel. She rips away the edge to see inside the car. Hailey pauses, looking around, before looking down at her sweatpants. She pulls the drawstring from them and wraps it around her knuckles. She pushes the trunk access door down, crawling into the backseat.

There's an entrance to a park about five miles up." Eli said, "It's secluded." Mark said as Hailey fully got out from the trunk, wrapping the string around Mark's throat and choking him, causing Mark to let go of the wheel to the string. They drive off the road into a patch of dirt, barely missing a tree. Eli tries to reach Hailey, causing her to kick him. Mark still has his foot on the gas, making the car go faster. "No! No! No! No! No!" Eli yelled, "See the concrete wall, hailey ducks!" as they hit it.

Eli lays halfway out of the car hood covered in blood as Marl passes out laying on the steering wheel. Hailey stirs awake in the back seat; she crawls half of her body from the trunk, sitting up half way, groaning as she looks at the men unconscious. She reaches for the car handle. She struggles a few times before she finally gets it open. She crawls out of the car on her hands and elbows. She groans as she full-on reaches the ground and starts to crawl but is stopped when Mark pulls her back to the car, flipping her over. He gets on top of her, wrapping her hands around her throat. Haley fights, trying to get him off of her. She turns her head to the right and sees a broken piece of Mark's car. She grabs it and stabs it into Mark's throat, blood splattering on her face as he falls off of her. Hailey coughs as she finally breathes. A cop car pulled up. "Chicago PD! Ma'am, are you OK?" A female police officer yelled, "I'm police!" Haley yelled, still lying on the floor, looking up at the sky.

The team gets there to see Hayley on the floor. Rome jumps out of the car before Hank can stop it. "Hailey!" Rome yelled. Rome reaches Hailey, who crouches down gently, grabbing her hand and saying, "Hailey, can you hear me?" "Rome," Hailey said, closing her eyes.

~~~

Hailey was sitting at the edge of the hospital bed as Rome came in with clean clothes for her to change. "Hey," he said, which made Hailey break out of her thoughts and look at him with a small smile. "Are you sure you want to leave?" Rome asked, handing Hayley her clothes. "Definitely," Hailey said as she stood up, grabbing her pants and pulling them up over her gown. "I'm sorry, Hailey," Rome said, causing Hailey to stop grabbing her shirt. She looked at Rome, confused. "For what?" Hailey asked, confused, as Rome walked closer. "For not being here, I wanted to be here. I really did, but I couldn't. I should have been. This wouldn't have happened if I were just here," Rome said. "It's not your fault," Hailey said, pulling Rome into a hug. Rome hugged her back, kissing her shoulder, and they just stood there.

~~~

Rome took Hayley back to the district and said, "I'll be up in a few; I've got to call my handler." Rome said, leaning against his car. Hailey nodded and walked away. Hank walks into the bullpen to see Hailey sitting at her desk. What are you doing? I thought you were staying at the hospital tonight." Hank asked, "Uh, I had Rome bring me back here." Hailey said, "They didn't want to keep you." Hank asked, "They didn't need to. I'm fine. The team was crowding the hospital, and Rome needed to talk to you, so I just came." Haley said, causing Hank to nod, "Where is he?" Hank asked, looking around, "Outside, talking to the handler, but anything on Jessica?" Hailey asked, causing Hank to shake his head.

"Does the doctor say you're allowed to drink?" Hank asked, putting his finger up and showing a little bit. Hailey smiled, causing Hank to smirk and chuckle as he walked to his office.

Hailey and Hank sit and talk. Hailey rests her head on her hand. "The rest of the evidence we got off of Jessica's WhatsApp. She had multiple accounts. And Lee was hooked on one of them. But that's where they planned it. As far as I can tell, the robbery was her idea. She definitely pushed him to steal the cash. Hank explained, causing Hailee to scoff and shake her head. "Is she admitting to it?" Hayley asked.

hank scoffed "No, she lawyered up." Hank said, "But... I mean, we got her." Hank said, nodding his head. "Lee did it for her." Hailey said "Mm." Hank hummed "He wouldn't give her up, not even to me." Haley said, leaning against her seat, as Rome came upstairs with a sigh, rubbing his face. Hank looked over to see Rome. "Hey, want some?" Hank asked, raising his glass up. "Yes, please." As he reaches them, he leans against Adam's desk. Hank poured some for Rome, handing it to him. "He's mad?" Hailey asked, "Oh, he's pissed." Rome said, taking a sip, "When do you go back?" Hank asked, "I don't," Rome said as he drank the rest in one gulp. "What do you mean?" Hailey asked as Rome put the glass down. "They're coming here to Chicago," Rome said, looking at Hailey and then at Hank.

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maryannecrimsworth · 2 years ago

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Headcanons

Pairing: Hailey Upton x Single Father! Former FBI profiler! OC! Kristoff "Kris" Aller

Summary: here

Author's note: these are just some ideas I gathered until I can't come up with the first chapter. I hope you like it

First Stake-out

“You know, you can ask me anything” He seemed comfortable in the passenger’s seat, his voice was serene and low. The night was perfectly still, his slow-moving chest and words being the only proof of life in the whole block. Unlike her, he felt easy, and his breathing was silent and light. His gaze was on the streets, focused but unpreoccupied. Hailey, on the other hand, froze for a second, and her breathing stopped when he suddenly spoke. “It’s easier than following me around, you know.”

She quickly turned to him, and their eyes finally met. Her widened look found his cool expression.

“Why did you do it?”

"I'm uncomfortable with this partnership" Hailey admitted with a sharp voice

"This isn't a partnership." He replied almost immediately. "I'm here for a case. Only one. Then you don't get to see me again."

Hailey sustained their shared gaze — she analyzed his features as he grew unsletted before her light blue eyes.

"I don't think you mean that. Any of it." She stated. " It's useless to ask you anything if you're going to answer with lies."

Kris snorted. "Are you serious?"

"Everything about you seems fake." She argued back "So, yes, I'm serious."

"Hmm." His eyes were burnings hers; his annoyance was clear "Why is that?"

"You have a juvenile record, but almost none reports from the police academy. Several promotions, only compliments, even Platt likes you...On paper, you're a perfect cop, but—"

"I turned it all down." His semblance softened; he shook his head slowly as if her suspicions were perfectly reasonable. "Do you wish to know why?"

For a second, Hailey saw his eyes water, and she was ready to say 'yes' — but Kris turned his face away in reflex. "Someone's here." He whispered, now analyzing the empty streets.

They were not alone.

Context

• At first, Hailey didn't like the idea of Kris becoming her new partner; Technically, he wasn't even suppose to know about the case. For some reason, however, Voight trusted Kris — yet, it didn't mean Hailey would trust him

• "C.I Bishop" that's what Ruzek called him. No long after, Hailey figured out why he had this title: during his patrol days, Kris assigned more C.Is and got confessions for many cases. Suspects would talk to him as if he was a priest in the confessional. No wonder he was selected for the first team of the Special Investigations Unit. Few years later, FBI itself selected him and took him to N.Y

• Voight and Platt treated him with respect and warmth; it was unusual to see Trudy being chatty and asking about his daughters nearly every time Kris passed by; Voight would do the same thing, and worse: many times, he would take Kris to his office for some sort of secretive conversation. Hailey could only watch them

• Adam was willing to be his partner; Torres was making up theories Kris very often agreed with; Voight trusted him completely — and it was clear that Kris wasn't excited about getting a desk for himself. But the Sargent teamed him up with Hailey, and the man occupied Jay's former table with discomfort. They both had to admit, it was awkward

Partnership

• There was something off about him, Hailey could tell. No one could possibly be so balanced, light headed and calm as Kris . No true profiler or police officer could be so easy going while watching and analyzing the most horrible scenes she has ever seen. He looked like a pshyco, staring at the crime scenes and victims with a totally blank face. Another odd thing: he didn't come up with any theories on the first days, even though this was his only job

• He looked, sounded, and behaved like a lie, a fraud. And this case was too important for him to mess everything up. Hailey felt she had no other option: she started to investigate him

• It didn't take long until she figured out: his wife suspiciously passed away four years ago; he left FBI for unknown reasons; he has the guardianship of two girls: Amber, 6, his daughter, and Tessa, 14, his niece. She could find nothing about Tessa's mother. He had brilliant ratings and few complaints. On the paper, he was one of the best police officers Hailey has ever known — who suddenly gave up everything to work at a rehab center. He was either an angel or a demon running from his past

• Another problem: he had a juvenile reccord, which required autorization to be accesed. He came to Chicago when he was 17, and got in trouble just a few days after arriving. The only thing Hailey could discover: Voight took care of his case

A bit more about the plot:

"I have a clue." He spoke out of the sudden as soon as the shift began. His eyes shone with an unsettling energy. "A theory, more precisely." He walked over to the board. "The animal-based accelerator, the abandoned factories and now companies. It's evolving, growing like a story-line." The whole unit looked at Kris with confusion. "I looked up the first arsons again. All the buildings once were public places, hospitals, secretariats, stations and so on." They asked how the companies buildings would fit into that, and he went on "They don't aim at the people, but at what the place symbols. At 3 a.m, they go to old community centers, lock whoever is in up, and set fires to it." Silence again. "Mission-oriented type of serial killers. I'm just missing their manifest." "Why you keep saying them?" The team asked. "It's a group. Probably white, young men, trying to make a statement for the whole town to see." Adam, Kim and Kevin glanced at each other, all of them confused and surprised. Voight, Torres and Upton stared straight at Kris. "I made up a list of possible next targets. They might act tomorrow." Then, without questioning, Voight said "So let's get ready."

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heytaewrites · 1 year ago

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Little Secret

Authors Note:

Inspired by this Tik tok of Dante Torres

My first official post on Tumblr (I got bullied with love to post this)

Warnings: mentions of former relationship, Smut, Oral (Fem receiving), P in V. I think that is it.

‘Why are you bringing me to the police station with you?” Rickki complained, “I could be at my apartment doing literally anything else.”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “You need to get out of the house. Jay is not going to be there, he’s out during surveillance with Hailey, he’s not slated to be back for a couple of hours.”

Rickki sighed as she tore her eyes from her phone and began looking outside, but she remained silent.

Fuck Jay

Shonte stopped at the red light grabbing her little sister’s hand, “Hey, I will forever die on the hill that Halstead didn’t deserve you, but Kevin is worried about you, and he asked me to bring you, he’s worried about his little sis-in-law.”

The break-up between Halstead and Rickki was difficult to say the least, and Kevin felt responsible for the cause of Rickki’s pain since he was the one to introduce them.

However, Rickki wasn’t one to put the blame on nobody else but her.

Nobody told her to fall for Jay and nobody told her to put up with his bi-polar ass attitude she decided to do that on her own.

However, once the arguments began to seep in and the breaking of the dishes started to commence, she decided to end things once and for all.

That decision was finalized eight months ago, and she has been avoiding the Chicago Police Department like the plague.

Until today.

“I know, Vanessa called me the other day because I missed family movie night. Kevin knows I don’t blame him for how things ended between Jay and I right? Kevin thought he was doing the right thing; nobody ever knows how a relationship will turn out in the end.” Rickki spoke, “I just needed to get my mind right and let myself know that the break-up was not my fault.”

Shonte nodded as she listened to her sister’s rationale, she was never a fan of Halstead even when he was with Rickki, she always felt Jay and Rickki were on two different spectrums.

That could just be the big sister in her talking, she never felt no man was good enough for her little sister.

The duo walked inside the police department as they took the stairs up to the Intelligence Unit, Rickki looked around at the desks aligned in the front with papers and folders scattered on every desk, the faded white board was barren, flipped to hide anything that was on the bulletin board on the back.

“Are we supposed to be up here? This feels illegal.” Rickki whispered towards Shonte.

“If they were working on something that was exposed, Trudy wouldn’t have sent us up.” Shonte spoke.

The pitter pat of feet came behind them as Shonte broke out into a huge grin.

Kevin scooped Shonte in his arms giving her kiss, “I missed you baby, how have you been?”

“Lonely.” Shonte spoke, feeling the warmth of her lover’s embrace, “You got a lot of making up to do tonight.”

Kevin’s teeth bit into his thick bottom lip as he arched an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

“Okay ew.” Rickki interjected, “The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife.” Rickki gagged.

Kevin smiled sheepishly, “My bad lil sis, I ain’t even see you there.”

Rickki laughed, “Of course you didn’t Kev. You and my sister were too busy eye-fucking each other. I just know next time I’m staying in the car.”

Kevin laughed as he pulled Rickki into a hug, “It’s good to see you, how have you been?” Kevin asked his voice hinted with concern.

“For the millionth time, I am okay Kev. I don’t blame you for what happened between Jay and I, I’m fine. I promise.”

Kevin studied her wearily, “If you say so, just gimmie the word and I’ll whoop his ass off the clock of course.”

Rickki laughed, “That won’t be needed Kev, trust he didn’t hurt me that bad.”

Voight’s loud raspy voice was distinctly heard from downstairs, signaling the group had just come back from the stake-out op.

“Ladies let me move ya’ll to the break room.” Kevin spoke wrapping his muscular arms around the ladies guiding them out of the office.

Rickki and Shonte sat in the breakroom where a pot of coffee was brewing, the smell of roasted coffee fragranced the room.

“If I knew we were going to be sitting in here like this I would’ve brought snacks.” Rickki complained, “They do not have nothing in here to eat.”

Shonte laughed at her sister as Rickki furrowed her eyebrows, “I am a starving woman, that shit is not funny.”

Shonte smiled, “You’re very dramatic. I know Kevin keeps a bag of snickers in his locker, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you take a few.”

Rickki’s frown deepened, “I cannot just wonder around the police department are you insane?”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “Girl live a little damn. You’re so damn precautious. Kev’s locker is literally by the staircase in the back. The locker room is empty, nobody will see you in there. Just a quick pop-in and out.”

Rickki pushed away from the table as she mumbled something under her breath as she exited the breakroom making a beeline for the staircase that takes her into the basement where the lockers are located.

Spotting Kevin’s name on the locker she began approaching it when she heard the creaking of another metal locker opening.

Her heart jumped, scooting to the middle aisle of the row of lockers, she let out a soft gasp.

The handsome stranger had his hand planted on either side of the locker with his head down as his back muscles flexed showcasing the cross tattoo that was inked on his back.

His back relaxed showing the full detail of the cross on his back and the other tattoo that lay perfectly on the back of his neck.

“Holy shit.” She cussed

She didn’t even know the name of the handsome stranger, yet she was ogling the man’s tattooed back.

The comment made the man look up and turn around, Rickki couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of her

Shit

The quiet man eyed her suspiciously as he took her in as well, “Can I help you?” he spoke softly, grabbing his white t-shirt out his locker and putting it on

“I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to look at you, I just came to get some snickers out of Kevin’s locker, and I got distracted by your, um art.”

The man’s lips quirked into a brief smirk as he crossed his arms across his chest, “You were looking at my art? You sure you weren’t checking me out?” The soft edge to his teasing tone made Rickki blush.

Busted.

“Okay. I was. That’s not a crime.” She spoke, “Unless you’re in a relationship then i-“

“I’m not.”

“Good.” Rickki spoke, “I mean just for the simple fact that you are single because this would have been really awkward.” Rickki rambled.

Dante’s eyes stared into her’s as if he was searching for something, her dilated pupils staring back at him.

Something inside of him was pulling him towards her and he couldn’t quite explain what it is. However, the longer Rickki stared at him the more intense that urge felt

“I’m Rickki.”

“I’m Dante. Dante Torres.” He introduced his accent slightly coming through like butter.

“Could I take you out for a drink, as an apology?” Rickki questioned.

“You know you aren’t the first woman to check me out right?” Dante questioned.

“I know that, but I’m probably one of the few who’s offered to take you out for drinks.” Rickki countered, “Feel free to say no, it’s not the first time I got rej-“

“Seven.” Dante cut her off, “I finish my shift at seven. Give me your phone.” Dante spoke.

Rickki unlocked her phone as she handed it to him.

Dante began typing his information in and he sent himself a text message to make sure he had her number.

Taking her phone back their fingers temporarily brushed against each other as a spark was ignited between the two.

Rickki cleared her throat attempting to play it off, “I would’ve texted you myself, you know?”

Dante gave her a soft smile, “I wasn’t too sure. Had to make sure I get my free drink.”

Rickki smiled warmly and wiggled her phone, “I’ll be sure to text you after you get off.”

Dante nodded at her, “I’m sure you will.”

Rickki sat at the bar as seven-thirty rolled around, she had texted Dante that they were meeting at Lucy’s. Dante approached the bar as he sat next to her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He apologized,

Rickki shook her head in understanding, “I already know how cop life is. Kevin tells me about the long hours of the job.”

Dante ordered his beer as Rickki and him sat in a comfortable silence.

“Why did you agree to come out with me for a drink?” Rickki questioned.

“I wouldn’t turn down a free beer.” Dante replied, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Rickki grinned and rolled her eyes, “Well, I thank you for coming out with me tonight. I appreciate it.”

Dante smiled slightly that she humored his poor taste of a joke, Rickki stared at her drink before glancing at Dante.

“I have a feeling you don’t go out much.”

This earned a chuckle out of Dante as he nodded, “I don’t, not much anyway, I sometimes go out with Adam and Kevin for beers here and there, but I mostly go home and spend time with my Ma.”

Rickki’s eyes were focused on Dante as she listened to him talk, his eyes seemed to brighten up at the mention of his mom which made her smile.

“Tell me about you and your ma.” Rickki inquired

Dante sipped his beer as he looked at Rickki, “You really want to hear me talk about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded enthusiastically, “I do. You live with her?”

Dante nodded, “I do. I help take care of her. My ma is the most important woman to me, she helped shaped me into the man I am today. She’s one of the main reasons I became a cop. I wanted to do better by her and to better myself.”

Rickki’s eyes never wavered because it’s from Dante’s, completely opposite of how she was in the locker room, her attentiveness to him was calming and it relaxed Dante.

“I’m sure your Ma is very proud of you Dante. I know we just met but- “Rickki paused momentarily, “Don’t ever doubt that your mom isn’t proud of you, especially if you changed your life around for the better. “Rickki finished.

Dante was silent as he sipped his beer, Rickki didn’t even know him, and she was already showcasing genuine kindness to him.

“You don’t even know me.” Dante spoke as he looked over at her to his surprise Rickki was already looking at him.

“I mean... I want to. You’re tattooed, fit, and a man with a buzzcut. Not to mention fine as fuck.” Rickki spoke, “You’re the total package, but aside from that just how you spoke about your mom with such gentle kindness and bright eyes tells me you were raised right, and that in itself is the most attractive feature of all.”

Dante smiled at her, a genuine one.

“Oh, he smiles now. I think I’m making progress.” Rickki teased.

Dante chuckled as he felt his guard lower, he felt comfortable in her presence.

“You want to know more about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded and smiled her eyes shining brightly, “Yes, whatever you’re comfortable sharing with me.”

Dante scooted his stool closer to Rickki’s leaning closer to her face, “Even if we’re here all night?”

Rickki smiled at him, “I got nothing but time pretty boy.”

Dante smiled at her as he sipped his beer.

The night becoming suddenly intimate between the two as Dante began recounting the memories of his childhood and how his mom preserved through all their hardships.

And the duo was there until the bar closed

Dante’s arm firmly wrapped around Rickki’s waist as Dante’s arm flexed against her, Rickki could smell his faint cologne, feeling flush against him, Dante was guiding her towards the local 24-hour diner.

Which was Dante’s treat because Rickki would not let him pay the tab for the drinks

Holding the door open for Rickki, as she detached herself from his grip had Dante itching to have her back in his grasp, but he relented as she walked through the door.

“You know you didn’t have to feed me.” Rickki spoke as they sat across from each other in a cozy nestled booth.

“I don’t like for you to pay when you’re out with me.” Dante responded, “I always pick up the tab.”

Rickki smiled as she rolled her eyes slightly, “But I invited you out remember?”

“My intention wasn’t to have you pay.” Dante spoke, “My mom would beat me if she found out I went out on a date and my date paid.”

Rickki cheesed as she ducked her head down into the menu, “Mmm.. Who said this was a date?”

Dante chuckled, “I did.”

“Oh, dominant, are we? I like that.” Rickki grinned at him.

The diner was relatively quiet, truckers mostly occupied the space, roasted coffee and the waft of sweet syrup filled the dinner.

Dante smiled as he studied Rickki, her eyes skimming the menu, “Do you know what you want?”

“I don’t, you should order for me.” Rickki spoke as she closed the menu.

Dante nodded as he got out from the booth, walking over to the counter he placed their order and returned promptly to his seat.

“So tell me about you, Rickki.”

Rickki drummed her fingers on the table, “I have a dog named Lyla. That girl is the light of my life.” Rickki spoke.

Tapping on her phone screen, she lifted up her phone and showed Dante an all white dog with deep blue eyes, Rickki had her arm snug around her as they smiled brightly into the camera

The photo made Dante smile, “She’s a beautiful lady.”

Rickki grinned, “She is. I traveled state lines for her two years ago. I’d do it all over again.”

Dante nodded as Rickki seemed hesitant to continue speaking, Dante instinctively reached across the table and grabbed her hand rubbing her knuckles lovingly.

“Keep talking, I love hearing you talk.”

Rickki looked taken aback as she curled her fingers, grasping Dante’s hand

Dante offered her a smile, “I��m serious.”

Rickki smiled as she tightened her grip on his hand

“Lyla has gotten me through some tough times in my life the past two years, I don’t know what I would do without her.” Rickki spoke

Dante nodded as he watched her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rickki nibbled her bottom lip, “Well I-“

“Two bacon cheeseburgers with the house special cream soda?” The waitress asked unknowingly cutting Rickki off

Rickki looked over at Dante as he nodded at the waitress, “Yeah, this is ours.”

The waitress smiled warmly as she sat food on the table, “You two enjoy your food.”

With a wink the waitress went back to servicing other tables

Rickki smiled looking at the food, “This looks amazing.”

Dante smiled, noting to himself to remind her to pick up where she left off.

Or so he thought he would.

Dante did not know how the hell he ended up in this situation, but he certainly was not complaining.

It started with the innocent small touches, hand caresses, and hip grabs throughout their conversations from the diner to the car, then creeped up to small kisses that escalated to full blown make out sessions in the elevator of her apartment building.

That now lead to Dante being in Rickki’s apartment in between her legs feasting on what she had to offer.

She was so sweet and so addicting, her moans had Dante on edge.

Fuck

Rickki’s hand was placed on the back of Dante’s neck as she moaned out, “Fuuck..”

Dante groaned as he momentarily pulled away from her paradise eager to go back inside.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” Dante rasped out; his eyes dark as he flicked his tongue against her clit which made Rickki shiver.

Sucking her clit back into his mouth made Rickki arch her back off the bed as broken sobs seeped from her lips.

“Dante I’m cumming!” Rickki exclaimed.

Dante looked up at her as he continued to ravish her, he wanted to watch her fall apart on his tongue.

Rickki cried out as her orgasm overcame her.

“So pretty...” Dante praised as he continued to lick and suck her through her orgasm.

“Baby..” She cried out, “It’s too much.”

Dante heard her plea as he decided to spare her for now, he began kissing up her stomach to her breast swirling his tongue around her brown nipple.

Rickki moaned out, she felt her body was on fire, everywhere Dante kissed or sucked on she felt that her body was on the brink of an orgasm.

This man was going to drive her insane

Kissing up from her breast, Dante hovered over Rickki’s face pecking her lips briefly, "You're so beautiful."

Rickki pulled Dante down and kissed him, feeling Dante’s erection rub up against her inner thigh, made her moan.

He felt so thick and heavy, the thought of him being inside of her made shivers go down her spine.

Dante’s dick twitched up against her thigh as Rickki sucked on his tongue earning a moan from Dante, and he parted their lips momentarily,

“Quiero ser tuyo..” (I want to be yours.) Dante rasped out his eyes staring into Rickki’s, “It mean-“

“Quiero que me hagas tuyo” (I want you to make me yours) Rickki responded, pecking his lips lightly.

Dante kissed her deeply as he spread her legs wide, pulling away from her momentarily he discarded his boxers, letting his dick spring free, erect, and dripping with precum.

Rickki looked at the thick muscle as she propped herself up on her elbows, “Shit..” Her eyes never swaying from in between Dante’s legs

Until he cupped her face making her look at him, his green eyes were darkened with lust but also with a hint of admiration

“You want me, Princess?” Dante questioned

Rickki nodded, “Yes, Dante please.”

Dante kissed Rickki once more as he gently pushed her on her back, lining up his dick between her slick folds, pushing inside of her the couple moaned in unison.

Rickki’s hands gripped the sheets as Dante’s hips began creating a slow pace, having a strong grip on the back of her thighs.

“Faster...” Rickki moaned out lowly.

Dante increased his speed as Rickki let out a loud moan earning a grin from the male, he watched as Rickki surrendered to the pleasure.

“Feels good mama?” Dante groaned out as he slammed into her.

Mmm-Fuck!” Rickki moaned out

Stilling his hips slowly, Rickki’s eyes popped opened looking at her lover

“Dante..” She whined out

His fingers teasing her clit, “I asked you a questioned Princess, I’d like an answer.”

Rickki’s mouth fell agape as Dante angled his hips stroking her sweet spot

“Answer me or I’m pulling out.” Dante demanded

“No!” She cried out, “It feels so good.”

Dante smiled as he leaned down and kissed her, “Good girl..”

Dante increased his pace once again as he began kissing her as he fucked her into the mattress. The pleasure was too much as Rickki’s muscle tightened around his dick

“Dante..” She moaned, “I-I..”

Dante pressed his lips against Rickki’s silencing her plea

“Just let it happen baby.” Dante mumbled into her lips, “Fall apart f’me.”

Rickki’s nails dug into his back as she felt his muscles tighten beneath her fingers tips as she cummed around his thick muscle

Fucking her through her orgasm as the kiss became sloppy, Dante’s hips stuttered as he felt his own orgasm approaching

“Fuck Dante, just like that..” She rasped out as tears filled her vision

“Fuuck..” Dante groaned out as he cummed inside of Rickki

Collapsing on top of Rickki, her hand rubbed the back of his neck as he peppered her chest and neck with kisses

The two cuddled in a comfortable silence as Dante looked up at her, “I want to see you again, take you out on a proper date.” Dante spoke

Rickki grinned at him, “I think we hit all the bases tonight, didn’t we?” she teased

Dante playfully rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Rickki smiled at him, “I know, and I’d like to go out on another date with you.”

Dante smiled as he leaned up and kissed her once more, “But in the meantime..” he trailed off as his dick began twitching inside of her, “I think you need another round or two, just to make sure I convinced you good enough.”

Rickki let out a laugh as she kissed him, “I think so too..”

This was going to be Dante and Rickki’s little secret.

#x black reader #Chicago PD X Black reader #Dante Torres x Black Reader #Heytaewrites #OC X Dante Torres #feedback welcome

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whoreforbuckybarnes · 8 months ago

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Mutuals anyone?

#jude bellingham #jay halstead #baxter radic #fred weasley x reader #xaden riorson #thomas shelby x reader #dante torres #wolfstar daughter

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uptondixon · 10 months ago

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Give me everything tonight - Dante Torres x Intelligence Officer!Reader

During a late-night conversation in the locker room, you and Dante succumb to the feelings that are buried deep inside your hearts.

Word count: 1263

Characters: Dante Torres x You, Trudy Platt & Hank Voight

Warnings: Making out. They're horny. There's no actual smut tho.

“Dante,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he answered in the same tone, his breath coming directly into your face. Shivers spread across your body and fog clouded over your mind. He was so close, you were not touching but his presence was so strong. You cannot help but want to touch him.

Dante's not any different, in fact, he is sure he has been dreaming about your touch for far longer than you could ever imagine. He has never been so close to you before. The fact that he could take another step closer and the distance between you would be nonexistent makes his hands shake lightly.

How did you two end up in this position? Almost pressed together against the wall of the locker room in the precinct. Looking directly into each other's eyes and longing to finally feel the other’s touch.

What is happening right now is nothing but months of pent-up feelings finally running free. You and Dante clicked instantly. When you first met in front of Platt’s desk, his eyes lit up like two full moons. He was a calm and collected guy, it was rare for someone to make him lose control of himself. The state of control he fought so hard to achieve. But there you are. Simply existing and still making him a mess of shiny eyes, shy smiles, and impure thoughts. He never met someone so stunning, someone who had power over him with just a look.

You stared back at the man before you, vaguely registering Platt mention the name of the new addition to Intelligence. ‘Officer Torres’. Even his name sounds pretty, you thought. He was exactly what you always thought a handsome man should be. Your mind does nothing but put you in trouble with all the dirty thoughts clouding your senses. Thoughts of him. Only him.

“We cannot,” you said, louder this time. By changing the tone, you expected to break the atmosphere that had built itself around the room, but it was impossible at that point.

Keeping eye contact with him, you said, “You know how Voight feels about in-house relationships, and after what happened with Hailey and Jay…”

“Don't. Don't discourage this, Y/n,” he said, his voice still low. “I get what you're saying, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to care.”

“Dante!”

“For real, I just can't. Don't you see it?” his eyes grow bigger in exasperation. “I want you.”

Three words. Three damn words. They start floating around your head like a drug being injected into your body and messing with your sanity. Your body reacts to him more intensely now, your hands slowly reaching for his but never actually getting there.

“I always wanted you, mi amor,” he said, moving his arms to the wall behind you, his biceps invading your line of vision, and the first thing you do is reach for each arm with your hands, feeling his skin. Your body and mind slowly losing the control to stop yourself.

“Fuck you, Torres,” you said in a huff. For a second there you truly hated him. You hated him for being so damn hot for absolutely no reason, making this even harder for you.

That drew a chuckle out of him, “What?” he said with a smile still on his face. You stared back at him and he felt like he could melt right then and there. All the nights he spent awake thinking about you. Thinking about every single thing that makes you the woman of his dreams. Every thought he ever had of you led him to this moment.

“Kiss me, Y/n,” he said so softly that it almost sounded like a request. His eyes left yours for the first time since he backed you up on that wall, instead focusing on your lips.

You felt your hands start to shake and your heartbeat rise. You were just getting ready to leave for the night, how the hell did the conversation you both shared about the day's work end up like this?

Suddenly, your mind was consumed by just one thought: fuck it. Fuck the rules. He wanted you.

He wanted you and that is all you needed to hear to convince yourself to finally close the distance between your lips.

Dante's lips were exactly what you expected, so soft and warm. His hands instantly left the wall and held your body close, your hands flying to the back of his head.

The kiss destroyed any second thought or insecurity Dante ever felt about being with you, it felt so right to finally have you. Thoughts of not being enough or not doing the right thing seemed impossible now that he tasted you.

You could not remember the last time your mind did not wake you up in the morning with thoughts of him. Kissing his lips felt like long overdue and neither of you could stop now.

What started with a rough touch of lips grew into a battle for control. Tongues meeting each other, looking for dominance. A bite here and there, accompanied by a softer peck to ease the pain. You both followed this ritual over and over again, not even thinking about where you were or what you were doing.

Hands were flying everywhere, to feel hair, neck, shoulders, and pretty much anything else they could reach. It was all becoming too much. You both were sweating and panting but did not show any signs of stopping.

One special scratch of nails on his shaved head made Dante snap, breaking the contact with your lips. He reaches for your thighs, lifting you up with ease. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and you both suddenly stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being in each other's arms.

You fit so perfectly in his arms and Dante felt like he could hold you forever.

However, you both realized where you were, your senses coming back for a moment.

“We need to get out of here, amor,” he said, still holding you firmly. If you did not leave now Dante would take you right here and you sure would not complain.

Your hands caressed his head, smiling at him in response, “We do D, right fucking now.”

He smiled so big you could count every tooth in his mouth. You both started laughing and he put you back on the ground.

Smiles, intertwined hands, hearts full of love, and bodies full of desire. That's how you both left the district that night.

Thankfully, you did not meet anyone on your way out. It was late and the difficult case they solved that day had sent everyone rushing home to rest.

Rest. Something you and Dante would not be having tonight, and everyone who set eyes on you at that moment could see that. But no one did, thank God.

But it was not like they did not know already. It would be anything but a surprise for your friends and coworkers.

“Well damn. So much for no in-house relationships, right Hank?” Platt said laughing after you and Dante walked up to Intelligence after first being introduced to each other.

Hank ran a hand across his face, eyeing the stairs you both went up seconds ago. You literally just met, what the hell? He never has a moment of peace.

“If you ask me, this is all your fault, Hank," Platt said with a taunting smile, she loves teasing him about this ongoing Intelligence situation. “You always choose such perfect partners, they can't help but sleep with each other.”

Voight groans, “For goodness sake.”

I was hit with inspiration for my man, isn't he delicious? I love how this one came out! Feel free to reblog, like, and share your thoughts <3 Btw we need more Dante Torres fics!

#dante torres #dante torres x reader #dante torres imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #chicago pd fanfic #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd fanfiction #dante torres fanfiction

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cloveroctobers · 4 months ago

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no more streetivities — 8. Dante Torres [Winter Prompts]

A/N: I see some of y’all are coming around more with my Dante content and I’m so appreciative! January is coming quick and I miss my man, so here’s something light hearted because I know we need more of that compared to the constant angst I put out lol. A short one but hopefully a good fluffy one 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 7. building a gingerbread house together + 20. being caught standing under the mistletoe.

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Kim and Adam’s house reeks of cinnamon along with all things sweet. It was the first thing you noticed as soon as you entered the house and Adam was full of smirks at the expression on your face, while he gave his fiancée a knowing look after taking your red jacket.

“Is it really too much?” Kim questioned, “Oh shoot, don’t tell me you’re allergic?”

You could tell that Kim put a lot of work into this Christmas gathering, not only did the aroma smack each guest in the face but based off the overload of decorations inside the house, you wouldn’t think they were a overly festive couple just based on the exterior of her shared home with Adam. That completely changed your view as soon as the seasoning tickled the back of your throat.

After a while you got used to it, greeting the rest of the team that already made themselves comfortable.

“Yeah, I bet you thought I wouldn’t be here on time and look at you, the last to show up.” Kevin teases as he gives you a side hug followed by a grin, making you roll your eyes.

Kiana and Dante are chatting while you say hello to Voight, who looks as if he’s ready to go ghost with the drink in his hand and the mountain of thoughts that constantly occupy his mind. The conversation is short as to be expected before you meet Dante’s sparkling hues as he nods along to what Kiana is saying. The braided woman doesn’t take long to figure out where his attention is altering and glances over her shoulder, waving you over.

The energy between you two provided just enough warmth against Chicago’s brutual winter and although you two have been playing it cool, the team has other motives tonight.

“Each team has thirty minutes,” Kim starts with a timer and side eyes you as you cup your mouth ready to yell out the meme, “Don’t start.” She interjects as you stomp your feet playfully, earning snickers from both Adam and Kevin before she carries on, “To create the perfect gingerbread house. Voight will be the judge.”

The man sits comfortably in a chair tucked in the dining area against the wall, half glass of eggnog left, ankles crossed over the other as he keeps his usual pinched stare trained on each member. “It better be the best work I’ve seen out of you yet, or else.”

“Damn, I didn’t know this was a bullying session.” Kiana mutters to Kevin who simply shrugs at his partner.

Kim tosses the stop watch at Voight before taking her spot beside Adam, her wide eyes move back to Voight, sending him a dip of her head for him to announce when it was time to go, and when he did, the unit had no problem getting right to work.

Working with Dante didn’t necessarily feel like hard work. Somehow the both of you always ended up in sync and although he definitely had his inner demons, he never wanted to dump anything on you. He put together the foundation of the home, keeping the cookies in place while you used the frosting to make sure it stayed. The both of you had visions of what a home should look like, executing each detail as best as you could together with the limited time. Of course there was side smack talk from Atwater and Ruzek but the both of you were too in your zone to get distracted.

“Times up! Step back.”

Voight is on his feet, slowly analyzing the three houses as he walks back and forth. He stops back at the beginning where you and Dante are standing side by side. The older man leans forward, his dark eyes flicking upwards after a few moments.

“Torres, you’ve got frosting on your nose.”

Adam laughs, “Looks like we’re dealing with toddlers here, huh, Kim?”

She elbows him but it’s evident that she’s humored as she peeks up at her fiancé.

Voight chooses to ignore him while Dante quickly wipes the frosting from the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. He quickly looks at you, who’s already staring at him but you give him the okay with your fingers, sending him a fast smile before going stone face once more.

Voight says your last name next to get your attention, “…you call this a gingerbread house?”

Your head tilts to the side, “Sarge? What’s wrong with it?”

He scoffs, “I can still see the brown of the house! The only effort is the snow covered roof top.”

Dante felt his mouth twitch in iritation. He didn’t agree with Voight’s statement either but before he can say anything you’re responding.

“Actually I think the best gingerbread houses are simple,” you begin, “We don’t need a house completely covered in frosting like our opponents to our right. We just used it as the base and as you mentioned for the roof of the home. We also used powdered sugar to give a realistic effect of snow instead of it being toddler-like, peppermints for the top of the roof, a few gumdrops here and there, I bet you even missed the little Star anise that works as our wreath in one of the windows. We were going for a ceramic gingerbread house but someone stole the piping bag.” You conclude as Dante sent a playful glare to Kim who quickly turned her head back to face the front, “It’s all about the little details, as you should know Sarge.”

Voight holds your stare but of course you don’t budge. He sharply breathes throughout his nostrils, before peering down at the house and finally barks his score, “6.5!”

“Ouch!” Adam comments.

Kevin also tossed in around the jellybean he’s chewing on, “Better luck next time.”

Dante scoffed, “He hasn’t given his score for you guys yet so don’t get too cocky.”

“Ooooh,” Kiana and Kim both chorus while you lightly bumped Dante’s shoulder.

His expression immediately softened as you already appeared relaxed, arm looping with his as Voight continued his intimidation analyzing tactic. The man critiqued everyone’s work, which brought up time limit arguments and denial.

Ultimately Kim and Adam won the challenge.

“That’s some bullshit right there.” Kevin shook his head.

Kiana argued, “They cheated. I agree with y/n, Burgess had an advantage with the piping bag.”

Kim shakes her head, “I made it fair by everyone getting one extra tool to help them out. Dante and y/n had the powdered sugar along with the sifter, and you two had extra various candy to create…whatever that is.”

Adam laughs while Kevin sucks his teeth.

“That’s why your reindeer outside your gingerbread fence looks like a dog on bath salts.” He taunts as he makes his way towards the kitchen.

Kim yells highly offended, “Hey!”

Adam reached out to squeeze Kim’s shoulder in comfort before he says at the man’s back, “Whatever man, help me set the table.”

Which led to everyone pitching in, bringing the food to rest on the decorative table before taking whatever seat felt best. It was full of laughter and easy chatter, where the outside world didn’t matter for a few hours—which was rare with a team like this. The music is what really had everyone going, a tactic that got everyone on their feet instead of falling asleep, a method that Adam used so he wouldn’t be stuck bringing anybody home.

Your attempts to get Dante on the floor instead of holding up the wall was a challenge. He preferred to just watch you dance around with Kim and Kiana (who Dante was shocked to see break out into the Roger rabbit and aunt Viv dance), your head thrown back in laughter as you teamed up with Kiana to teach a slightly embarrassed Kim a thing or two.

“Stop drooling and do something.” Kevin coughs on his way by.

Dante scowls at his team member turned friend, “I’m not!”

Adam took the hint to put the plan in motion, cutting in as someone (Kevin) managed to change the upbeat Christmas music to something more mellow. Kiana decided to sit this one out, holding her hands out to guide Adam towards the brunette. The man pulls Kim to his frame so they could slow dance in the middle of the living room floor. However once he spins Kim around, he purposely bumps you out the way by the hip towards Dante.

Who quickly moves to latch onto you before you fall to the floor. It was definitely a classic rom-com moment, where you could have easily fell right on your ass but you certainly didn’t fit into the damsel in distress trope.

Being in Dante’s arms again, always felt right as you relaxed against his chest. There were times where you were very open about your advances and then there were times where you discussed your dating life when Voight wasn’t around. Dante would pretend not to be listening majority of the time, burrying his face into his computer but everyone else noticed, how rough he tended to be on the mouse and keyboard when you did speak on it.

There were a couple of more straws that broke such as: some guy sending you roses mixed with lavender, when you openly said you hated roses and lavender gave you the worse headaches—Plus Dante already knew you were a peony lover, and when another guy showed up during your late shift to bring you home, made Dante’s stomach burn.

A grin appeared on your lips as you meet Dante’s green eyes before you spotted another spec of green over your heads. That grin soon turned to a smirk before you puckered out your lips, making Dante move his eyes down to your mouth in slight confusion.

“Don’t leave me or the mistletoe waiting, Torres.” You reveal.

Dante scoffs after looking up at the greenery that’s hanging from the wall. He’s ready to set his glare ablaze at the rest of the team but you’re impatient as you reach up to pinch his jaw and bring his lips down on yours. Instantly Dante sighs against your lips and the taste of you while you can’t keep the smile off your face. Which widens more after everyone whistles and claps at the scene unfolding before them.

Dante rolls his eyes as he breaks away from your mouth pointing at the team, “You guys are annoying.”

“Yeah but you love us.” Kim shrugs, arms still locked around Adam’s neck while staring at you two adoringly.

Kevin adds, “And you can thank us.”

“For?” Dante pressed.

Kiana sighs, “You can’t be this dense, Torres.”

He frowns as he turns back to you, “Are you getting any of this?”

You laugh as you peck his lips once more before spinning to face Dante. “They’re basically saying you’re getting me off the streets…not that it was really that great in the first place.”

“Oh…” Dante slowly nods, “So…we go together now?”

Playfully tapping your chin you answer, “Ask me after new years.”

“New years?!” Dante pokes his neck out in confusion as you walk away from him laughing, taking Voight’s now vacant spot.

Everyone else is full of groans now, although most can tell you’re joking, Dante doesn’t hesistate to sit right beside you, face full of confusion…or maybe it was worry?

Although you liked to make him sweat, you always knew at some point it would be you and Dante.

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

#queued #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #adam ruzek #kim burgess #burzek #kevin atwater #hank voight #kiana cook #winter fiction #winter fanfiction #winter prompts

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