#my rime specifically who is so so jealous of her

[red-dyed-sarumane]

i am playign with my touys

[saibh29]

Flirting with Danger (1/2)

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, think that’s it... 

AN: Sorry it’s been such a long time since any sort of update from me, life has a way of getting out from underneath me sometimes. Hopefully I’ll have a few fics lined up for the coming weeks. Love to everyone and hope everyone is safe. xx

Could you please do an Antonio Dawson x halstead!reader where they both like each other but Antonio won’t do anything because it’s Jays sister. And he sees her talking to someone at Mollys and gets jealous? Thanks x

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You didn’t choose to spend all that much time at the station if you could help it. Spending time at the station meant having to be around Jay and you had enough of that at home.

It hadn’t exactly been in your life plan to end up nearing 30, with a temp job and crashing in your older brother’s spare room on his pull-out futon. Apparently though life didn’t always go the way you wanted it to and when your previous relationship had ended badly, you’d moved back to the city of you birth and to the one place you’d always be safe, with your brothers.

On top of your dislike of spending more time with an overly protective Jay there was also the fact that the station had…him. He would be there as well and being around him was almost more painful than listening to Jay nag at you some more.

Sometimes though, it was unavoidable, like this morning, when your brother rang you in a hungover panic as when he’d dragged himself to work this morning he’d also managed to forget to take his badge with him.

You weren’t exactly operating on all cylinders either as you grabbed his badge and your bag, rooting around on the kitchen counter for your car keys. The remnants of yours and Jay’s previous evening was still covering the coffee table it included a nearly drained bottle of whiskey, an empty pizza box and a stack of beer bottles. Will had been there as well and the 3 of you had gotten lost in childhood stories and overly embarrassing memories.

You winced as you pushed open the door of the apartment block cursing the sun which had suddenly decided to make an appearance after weeks of rain and clouds. You rooted around in your bag for your sunglasses and shoved them onto your face, fumbling with the lock on your car door which insisted on sticking and dumping your stuff on the passenger seat.

You got the station without any incidents, found a parking space and even managed to get your car locked again without any issues. You left the sunglasses on as you went into the station, it was still fairly bright even in here. Too bright for your sensitive head anyway.

Waving a hand at the desk constable who greeted you, you made your way into the back and up to the right floor.

You found Jay slumped over his desk, arms over his head and muttering under his breath about something to quiet for you to hear.

“Jay” you got no response. “Jay” you tried again a little louder, pushing at his arm.

He raised his head, blurry eyes focusing on you stood in front of his desk. You dangled his badge in front of his face between you thumb and forefinger.

“That mine?”

“Well it isn’t mine, is it?” you dropped it down in front of him before slumping into the chair in front of him. “You owe me big time for this. I’d scheduled this time specifically for sleeping”

“How much did I drink last night?” Jay asked ignoring your moaning and letting his head drop back down to the desk.

“A bottle”

“1 beer would not do this”

“Not beer” he raised his head once more. “Whiskey”

“Fuck…”

That was an understatement. You couldn’t shot more than one or two whiskeys without passing out. Of the debris left back in the apartment most of your mess was the beer bottles. It had been Will and Jay who were enjoying the whiskey.

“HALSTEAD?”

Jay groaned again, but he did drag himself up, when Voight shouted you hauled ass, even if you were riddled with bullet holes. A hangover wouldn’t rank high up on Voight’s list of excuses.

Voight appeared by the desk, eyes flicking between the two Halstead siblings. “Big night?” he directed that to Jay before switching to you. “Y/N, you alright darling?”

His permanently husky voice was actually incredibly soothing to your hungover hearing. “I'm good. He forgot…” Jay’s foot lashed out under his desk connecting with your ankle. You jumped but managed to change your words “he forgot his keys”

Voight obviously didn’t believe the two of you but he let it go, instead reeling off a list of instructions for Jay to follow up numerous cases. The list sounded long and like a punishment even to you, apparently you dropping him in it for forgetting his badge or not Jay was still on Voight’s shit list today.

With one more nod of his head at you he left you both alone again.

“He isn’t happy”

Jay’s eyes narrowed at you, “spilling that I forgot my badge probably didn’t help”

“I didn’t…”

“He knew” Jay interrupted you, eyes flicking towards where his boss had gone. “he always knows”

You weren’t going to argue with Jay, there was very little point to trying, that much you knew from growing up together. Stubborn didn’t even begin to cover it. Instead you made sympathetic noises as your brother gathered up his things and made for the exit.

You waved away his offer of a ride, after all your car had managed to get you here it could get you back as well. Probably.

You were congratulating yourself on getting cleanly in and out of the station without bumping into anyone else when a shiver climbed down your spine moments before a male voice sounded way too close for you to ignore it.

“Y/N?”

Turning slowly, you found Antonio Dawson a few steps behind you. Leather jacket draped over one arm and a small smile on his face. Fuck. Why did he have to look like that? In fact, why was he even there?

“Toni” you held up your car keys “sorry, just leaving”

Of course, your car door chose this moment to once again stick solidly and no matter how much you wrenched at the keys you couldn’t get the lock to turn.

Double Fuck.

“here” Antonio had come up beside you and reaching out covered your hand with his own dropping his jacket over the roof of the car. Moving your fingers away as he took over with your temperamental car.

It put his body very close to your own, enough that you could smell the slightly woody fragrance of his aftershave.

With a final jerk you heard the lock of the door finally click and with a victorious smile he turned to face you, apparently from the look on his own face it was right at that exact moment that he realised just how close he was to you as well.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, reaching up to lift your sunglasses up so he could see your eyes. In his own you could see every emotion that only weeks before he’d been denying existed. That only weeks before he’d insisted could never happen with one of his friend’s sisters.

You were the one who broke his gaze, dropping your head to stare at the floor. “thanks” you muttered reaching for the door handle and pulling open the door, in doing so it pushed Antonio away from you.

“Wait” he grabbed your upper arm as you passed him, stopping you sliding into the car. “just wait” he took a step closer so the side of your body was pressed against his chest.

“Don’t” you were digging the nails of one hand into your palm, trying to remind yourself that following this path would only lead to even more heartbreak. You’d had enough of that for a lifetime. “We’ve had this conversation before Toni, so just don’t”

Antonio leant down, his nose brushing your hair as he breathed in the lavender of your shampoo. Nothing had changed since that conversation a few weeks ago, his reasons for not getting closer to you, for not acting on the feelings between the pair of you hadn’t changed. He couldn’t seem to help himself though, couldn’t stop the almost magnetic force between the two of you.

“Let me go… Please”

He did, he wouldn’t ever hold you against your will, it just wasn’t the sort of man he was.

Instead he took a step back and watched as you got back into the car and after only a brief hesitation left him stood in the car park of the station wondering in many regards if his principles were in fact not worth the trouble.

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[ghostofviper]

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1. “Cause you know I get excited when you get jealous.” Jealous by Nick Jonas and Tinashe

2. “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” New Rules by Dua Lipa

3. I wanna taste her lips, cause they taste like you.” Girl Crush by Little Big Town

4. “I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck” A.D.I.D.A.S. – Korn

5. “You make me wanna show you anything goes” Alexis Texas – Cruel Youth

6. “Baby as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.” Alone – Halsey

7. “The time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.” - Another Way to Die – Disturbed

8. “I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying.” Bad at Love – Halsey

9. “You look like my next mistake.” Blank Space- Taylor Swift

10. “If you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.” Young God – Halsey

11. “When I look at you, I wanna get a room.” When I look at You – Lesley Roy

12. “I ain’t nice, no I’m quite a dick, I’m the bad guy who’s making you sick.” Villain – Theory of a Deadman

13. “Come here boy, I want to dance. Before I said a word she was taking my hand.” Play it Again – Luke Bryan

14. “It hurts to say out loud, looks like she’s really gone now.” Today – Gary Allan

15. “Everyone wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” Strange Love – Halsey

16. “I don’t mind if you take what’s yours, but give me mine.” Sweet Things- The Pretty Reckless

17. “Drive the women folk wild, shoot ‘em all down with a flash of your pretty smile.” Just Like Jesse James – Cher

18. “I am the dark. I am the sin. I am the beast that lies within.” Love is Cold – Georgi Kay

19. “Everyone’s tellin’ me what you been doin’, who you been screwing.” - Twisted, Britney Spears

20. “You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face, but tell me how do my leftovers taste?” My Leftovers – Porcelain and the Tramps

21. “You taste so sweet, but I can’t eat the same thing every day.” Leave Me Alone, P!nk

22. “When you’re out in the club, don’t think I’m not and when you’re out making love, don’t think I’m not.” Don’t Think I’m Not- Kandi

23. “You desired my attention, but denied my affection” White Blank Page – Mumford and Sons

24. “You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out” In My Veins- Andrew Belle

25. “You used to make me smile, now you make me sick.” Feelings Fade – Gnash

26. “I’m not that girl anymore..” I Dare You – Bea Miller

27. “Through all the tears and all the lies.” - So Happy I could Die – Lady Gaga

28. “Some asshole broke me in, wrecked all my innocence.” Diamond Heart – Lady Gaga

29. “You can have my body, but you can’t have me.” Prisoner – The Pretty Reckless

30. “I’ll never tell you who I love.” Trapeze- Dia Frampton

31. “Most don’t mess with a guy like me.” Guys Like Me - Eric Church

32. “You can’t escape my affection” Summer Bummer – Lana Del Rey

33. “It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer. He’s probably somewhere with a dancer.” 4am – Melanie Fiona

34. “I’m good for being a bad girl. I’ve got a way to bring you to your knees.” Bad Girl - Trash Palace

35. “You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never sleep alone boy, got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone boy.” Ghost – Halsey

36. “You texted me to say you made a mistake. Couldn’t say it face to face.” Just Like You – Allison Iraheta

37. They tried to warn me.” You Lie – The Band Perry

38. “I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me.” I Can’t Stop Drinking About You – Bebe Rexha

39. “Now I’m gonna give him what he wants and more. Do all those extra sick things that I told you no.” Dramatic – Britney Spears

40. “If you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight” Young God – Halsey

41. “I know who you are, and if you want a little company tonight, you need a little love I can give it to you right.” Wakin’ Up the Devil – Hinder

42. “Throw me against the wall, bite me on the neck. Like end of the world break up sex.” Apocalyptic – Halestorm.

43. “You’re one he rushes home to. You’re the one he gave his name to.” Does he Love You– Reba McEntire

44. “I’ll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside, but when I get inside I’ll just want to get out. “ Slutgarden – Marilyn Manson

45. “That lipstick on your collar ain’t my shade of pink.” Dirty Laundry – Carrie Underwood

46. “I’m not going to be the Queen to the King of Apology.” King of Apology – Jana Kramer

47. “I want to paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.” Stand Still Look Pretty – The Wreckers

48. “Either make the time or just forget me. I’m not trying to run your life.” Give it to me Right -- Melanie Fiona

49. “You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.” Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

50. “It’s such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart.” Ugly Heart by G.R.L.

51. “The truth is it was all pretend….all along I was sleeping with your best friend.” The Truth is… - Theory of a Deadman

52. “You make me sick. I want you and I’m hating it. Got me lit like a candlestick.” You Make Me Sick – P!nk.

53. “You don’t want to see how ugly I can be. Lie awake planning my revenge out.” The Worst of Me – Saving Jane

54. “You don’t have to say you love me, cause honey I don’t care.” Baby I don’t Care – Transvision Vamp

55. “You fit me better than my favorite sweater.” Blue Jeans – Lana Del Rey

56. “Everybody loves you. Baby you’re the king of the night. And I’m the only one making sure I’m keeping out of your sight.” Trouble for Me – Britney Spears

57. “You’ve got the moves. Got the lines. Promise them it’ll turn out fine.” Boys Like You – Carter’s Chord

58. “You say I drink too much. You say I fuck too much. So what the hell am I supposed to do?” Gluttony – Buckcherry

59. “You had me thinking you were Heaven sent, but you were gone once the money was spent.” Dead to Me – Hinder

60. “You walk in and my strength walks out the door. Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore.” Right Kind of Wrong – Leann Rimes

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Poem Explication: Annabel Lee

For this week’s poem explication I decided to choose Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. This poem has always caught my attention and I have a read it a few times over the years. I mean there aren’t many characters across of any type of fictional media that share the name Annabel. So I always felt a sort of kinship with this girl who happens to share my name. Anyway let’s dive in. 

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago,   In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know   By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought   Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago,   In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling   My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came   And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre   In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,   Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,   In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love   Of those who were older than we—   Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above   Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,   In her sepulchre there by the sea—   In her tomb by the side of the sea. 

So this poem is all about lost love. It features a narrator who may be Poe but who probably isn’t, who spends the whole work talking about this girl he loved named Annabel Lee. He describes how they fell in love as children and how the angels became jealous of their love and killed Annabel out of spite. He has then spent the rest of his time mourning her loss and sleeping next to her tomb although he is confident that they are still together in spirit. 

On a deeper level, I read this poem kind of being about the struggles of grief. There seem to be a lot of elements in it that seem kind of weird, even in the context of poetry. For instance the narrator’s insistence that it was the angel’s that killed Annabel Lee seems a bit circumspect. I think it is strange that he picked angels, creatures known for their perfection and generosity, to be the entity to kill Annabel Lee out of spite. Perhaps what actually happened was that Annabel got sick and died and the narrator is looking for someone to blame. He is seeking an explanation for an inexplicable tragedy. 

I think that his stubborn devotion to Annabel Lee after her could also have multiple meanings. On the one hand it can maybe be interpreted as kind of a desperate gesture, a refusal to move on from his first love. It seems like he is literally sleeping next to Annabel’s tomb every night. His stubborn insistence that their love was better than basically anyone else’s also supports this theory. The narrator doesn’t think he will ever be able to find someone as good as his Annabel. On the other hand, his devotion to her can be seen as maybe something healthy and inspiring. He is refusing to let her untimely death sever the connection they had. He thinks that she is still able to communicate with him through nature and that the mystical forces of life weren’t able to triumph over their love. Viewed in that context his obsession with her seems less creepy and more sweet. 

Now let’s examine the methods by which Poe illuminates these themes and ideas. First, he chooses not to fit the form into any established type or structure, although he personally classified it as a ballad. This makes sense as it tells a pretty concrete story of two lovers and their separation. I also feel as it may have some elements of lyric poetry. There is lots of emotion present in his descriptions of Annabel and her death. I think maybe the poem is also kind of as an elegy mourning her loss. 

“Annabel Lee” also has no set number of lines for each stanza. It consists mostly of sestets and octaves with one seven lined stanza thrown in, although it isn’t a rime royal. Additionally it doesn’t have a regular meter or rhyme scheme, though its feet tend to be anapests and iambs Another thing to note is the stanzas start with a line of 10-11 syllables then go to one between 6-8 and then that arrangement is repeated for the rest of the stanza. By not conforming to a specific form, meter, or rhyme scheme Poe is able to be more creative and free with his poem. He imbues his message with a lot of repetition and this is harder to do if one has to stick to a certain number of lines or write solely in iambic pentameter. However he does bring some structure to the poem by with a meter and stanza length being similar but not identical, His loosening of conventions.helps to convey his point and the beautiful tragedy embedded within the tale. 

An element that Poe makes great use of within this poem is refrain. The line “in a kingdom by the sea” appears five times, most often as the second line of a stanza. The line “Of the beautiful Annabel Lee” appears three times and is repeated during regular intervals in one stanza. Not only that, there are many instances where phrases and very similar lines get repeated in the poem. “Than to love and be loved by me”, “But we loved with a love that was more than love” , and  “But our love it was stronger by far than the love”. This poem is very repetitive and recycles most of its words and ideas. This makes it easier to focus on the actual story being told and gives a sort of cyclical quality to the poem. Everything seems interconnected and unified. 

Rhyme is something else that I would like to focus on is rhyme. It also tends to use the word “sea” for a jumping off point for rhymes. End rhymes with an “ee” sound appear 21 times in the poem. The rhymes are also almost entirely masculine. Poe also uses internal rhyme quite a bit in these poems. Examples are the lines “I and my Annabel Lee” and “For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams”. In fact the last stanza is filled with examples of internal rhyme. Every other line for the first six line features an example of it. 

The short simple rhymes, the repetition in the rhyming, and the instances of internal rhyme are another tactic designed to make the poem more interconnected and unified. The stress on Annabel Lee and the sea kingdom makes these elements stand out more especially when they basically rhyme with half the poem. The internal rhymes makes the poem sound more melodic and conveys the sense of Annabel Lee’s beauty and her natural connection to the narrator. 

Those are the main tactics used in the poem as there are very few similes and metaphors in the poem.The only thing that you can argue is a comparison is between Annabel Lee’s eyes and the stars, and that is kind of a stretch. There is limited imagery in this poem and most of it is connected to itsrepeated ideas; Annabel Lee and her tomb. The sea where she is buried is referred to as a “kingdom” throughout and the last few lines shake this up by directly referring to it as a “tomb”. Annabel Lee is described as “beautiful” and is heavily connected to the night sky and a cold wind. Highlighting these elements makes sense as they are central to the narrative of the poem.

I would classify the tone of this poem as indignant, mournful, and peaceful in a way. The narrator is insistent on things such as the culpability of the angels in Annabel’s death and how their love is better than anyone else’s. Special punctuation like the “Yes!” and the parentheses only heighten this affect. The narrator’s deep love for Annabel Lee and sadness for losing her shines through at times as well, such as when he talks of the wind chilling and killing her and when he calls her his “darling” and his “life”. Finally, one can see his hope and resilience when he talks about how their souls are combined and the situations when he feels her presence. 

Historically, the main debates regarding this poem have been about who Poe wrote it for. The most common guess is his wife, although it has been attributed to many of his past loves, and a local legend involving a girl named Annabel. Personally I think that the poem isn’t really directed to any specific person but is rather designed to explore the general ideas of lost love and mourning.

Personally I am not a huge fan of this poem. I think it is very melodious and love to say it out loud but I find the content to be lacking. As mentioned before the narrator of the poem comes off really creepy to me and for all her importance in the poem Annabel Lee doesn’t do anything. Her only characterization is that “she lived with no other thought/Than to love and be loved by me”. Seriously that was Annabel Lee’s entire life; she loved some guy and then she died. I understand that this poem was written in the mid 1800′s but that still kind of makes me mad. I feel like there is so much more to life than love so for Annabel Lee to die basically only having an identity as a bride and then for her lover to devote the rest of his life to mourning her seems really sad and backward to me. People gotta have hobbies. 

Alright that’s all from me. Next time I will be back with a more creative piece.