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uptondixon · 28 days ago

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Chicago P.D's Men as Your Older Brother

Wordcount: 1547. 230-290 each.

Reader's age and gender are not specified. The timelines may give a hint about the age differences, though.

Kevin Atwater

Raising 3 siblings was definitely not in Kevin's life plan. He has always been a good brother, but there's a huge difference between a brother and a father. Despite his insecurities, he did a good job. Kevin raised you, Vinessa, and Jordan with all the love in the world. Food, clothes, toys, birthday parties, doctor appointments, school work, he did it all. And he would do it again and again if it meant seeing you and your siblings growing up happy and healthy. When your father came back from prison, it took a toll on all of you. While Kevin tried to deal with his own unresolved feelings about your dad, you had a weird feeling growing in your chest.

“Who is this man? He is not my father, at least I don't feel like he is,” you told Kevin one afternoon after he mentioned your father wanted to meet. Kevin and Vinessa agreed with you, not really knowing how to feel towards the man.

“You raised us, Kev,” you said, looking into his eyes. “We never called you dad because you've always been Kev, our big brother. But you've been a dad to us all along.”

Later that night, you all got to an agreement: to give your father a chance. But he would never be number one. Ever. Kevin is and always going to be number one in your hearts.

Jay Halstead

It's no surprise to anyone that being a Halstead comes with a package: a talent for trouble and two very, extremely, unnecessarily protective older brothers. Jay and Will made sure everyone knew not to mess with you or things would get ugly really fast. Kids at school knew you had a cop and a doctor as your brothers, and you knew that was the reason no one ever laid a finger on you. This whole protective thing goes both ways, though. Jay will never forget the day you got home from a party with a busted lip. The reason? Apparently, to defend him.

“What?” the look of disbelief on his face was priceless. If this wasn't a serious conversation, you would be laughing your ass off. “Defending me? What do you mean?”

“We were talking, and suddenly the conversation shifted to police. This guy started shit-talking that all cops were dirty and did nothing for the city. Never in a million years could I stand there and say nothing!” you said in exasperation. “I told them how my brother saves lives every day and how much you and your team sacrifice for this city.”

Jay just stood there. His fingers came to rest on the bridge of his nose. Damn, he couldn't say he wasn't proud, but at the same time…

“Kid, that's nice and all, but would you mind not getting into fights on my behalf ever again? Jesus!”

Antonio Dawson

The Dawson siblings… your parents had no idea they would have to deal with 3 souls that feared absolutely nothing. Being the youngest definitely helped you feel even bolder. Having Antonio and Gabby protect you from everything and everyone made you feel like the safest person on earth. Growing up is never easy, but being a Dawson prepared you for a lot. With Gabby being in CFD and Antonio in CPD, your parents wondered if you would follow your sibling's footsteps. When the moment came to choose your profession, they were worried that would be the case. You, however, have no idea where your passion lies.

“You don't have to be so worried about this, kid,” Antonio said from his spot on the couch.

“How can I not, Tonio?”

“Come here, sit down,” he said, patting the spot beside him. You went and sat beside him. “It's perfectly normal to feel lost about all this. It's not an easy decision. “

“It was easy for you and Gabby. You always knew what you wanted to do.”

“That means nothing. Do you think we never had doubts? That we didn't struggle?” Antonio held your face in his hands. “You have our support. Always. It doesn't matter what you choose to do.”

“He's right,” Gabby said, having arrived in the room just now. “We love you, and we're going to help you find your way.”

Hank Voight

Losing a parent is something that can change someone’s entire life. You and Hank had to deal with the loss of your dad when you were both too young to even understand why he died. You and Hank were really different, but you both shared the wish to become police. To protect the city like your father did. Being the oldest, Hank became a mentor to you. He was there for you in every step of your career, being your biggest supporter. Being police somehow strengthened your bond and you guys grew closer as the years went by. You could be yourself without any fear with him, and he felt the same. When your brother lost the love of his life, his wife Camille, you were the only person he would open up to.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hank stared at you for the first time that evening. He’s been avoiding you since the funeral that morning. You knew he was scared to pour out his emotions, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep going if he let himself feel all that pain.

“I’m here, Hank,” you held his hands that rested on the table.

“Do you remember how you felt when dad died?” Hank asked you.

“What? No… We were so young.”

“Exactly. I don’t remember hurting his much, you know?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears at his words. You got up and embraced him in a hug, hoping to pass him some comfort. “We’re going to be okay, brother. I got you.”

Adam Ruzek

As surprising as it may sound, having an older brother who never leaves you alone and is devoted to annoy you is not that bad. You were a really introverted kid, and for years Adam was your only friend. You were still a baby when your parents divorced. This made things even more complicated between them, but Adam has always been there for you. He held your hand when you walked for the first time. He taught you how to ride a bike and how to play football. Your dad always watched you two with fondness in his eyes. The three of you were pretty close. Bob was not perfect, but he tried his best. He knew that Adam felt like he had to protect you from everything, but sometimes that went too far.

“Adam, for the last time, tell me where the hell are they!” Bob was starting to lose his patience.

“Dad, I told you I don’t know.”

“You’re 20, for god's sake! You should stop covering for them.”

Adam choose to stay silent this time. They’ve been at it for 30 minutes now, and he already used all his excuses.

“Fine, you want me to go to the police station? I can find them and cause a scene, sending police cars to wherever they are!”

Adam’s eyes widened at this, he knew it was a lost battle now. He told your dad about the party you went to, already feeling sorry for all the scolding you’d get the next days. Later that night, Adam apologized for not being able to hold your dad longer.

You looked at him with a big smile on your face, “It’s okay, Adam. Do you wanna know how my date went?”

Dante Torres

Life could be hard. Too damn hard. You and Dante knew that very well. From a young age, both of you had to learn how to survive in a world where kids like you two were constantly thrown under the bus. Being a foreigner in the US was hard enough, but also being poor and living with an abusive stepfather made things worse. Dante had to grow up faster than usual. He had to become someone that you and your mother could rely on, even though he was way too young for any of this. Juvie. Gangs. You never lost hope that Dante would leave that life, find a good job, and be happy. The day he got into the academy was one of the happiest days of your life. Seeing him later in Intelligence made you so damn proud.

“I can't believe they're giving you a permanent spot!” you were jumping into his arms before he could cross the threshold.

“You saw my message?” Dante said with a smile, hugging you back.

“Of course I did! You got the job, I'm so proud of you!”

“Where's mom?” Dante asked, stepping back from the hug and closing the door. You could tell he was a little overwhelmed with the news himself.

“She will be back soon. We have a surprise for you,” you said nonchalantly.

“What? You guys didn't have to give me anything.”

“Don't worry, bald head,” you used the nickname he hated so much. “We want to treat you, for everything you did for us.”

You approached him again and held his hand, “We love you, and we're so proud.”

“I love you guys too.” Dante smiled down at you. “But never call me bald head again.”

“Okay, bald head.”

Please accept this post as my apology for being MIA… I had this idea the other day so I decided to write it.

I’m aware that Adam has a sister that was mentioned in the show, but I don’t remember much about her, so that’s why she wasn’t mentioned. The same goes for his mother. For the others, I tried to include their parents and siblings as much as I could.

Chapter 4 of Upstead Foster Daughter is half written because I want it to be longer than the others, but inspiration hasn't hit me in a while.

Thank you again for all the love on my fics. It means a lot to me seeing all the likes and reblogs ♡

#chicago pd x reader #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd fanfic #jay halstead x reader #kevin atwater x reader #dante torres x reader #hank voight x reader #adam ruzek x reader #antonio dawson x reader #halstead reader #chicago pd x sibling reader #halstead sister

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royaltysuite · 8 months 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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cloveroctobers · 8 months ago

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KILLING ME — DANTE TORRES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: idk just looking at how pretty Dante’s eyes are always reminds me of spring. I’m still annoyed with the direction they took him in a few episodes ago and that comes into play here for reader :) this is a contrast to my previous spring piece on Dante but it’s nice to switch things up no? Also happy first day of spring ⭐️🌾!!!

WARNINGS: Language + angst ofc!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 10. “Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck.”

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

The house is too quiet for your liking, which is why you usually have your attention on something else to fill up the white noise. You’re just getting off FaceTime since your parents, who started busting out into some soul train moves (you actually expected them to be in bed)—you were just relieved neither of them pulled a hamstring—when there’s pounding at your door.

Sighing, you place your night time skincare routine down on the counter and exit the bathroom upstairs and down the steps across the hall, which lead downstairs to the main floor. As you made your way through the home towards the front door, you’re not entirely sure who could be outside at this time of the night. You just got home from your good friend’s charcuterie board birthday party (which was actually in January but they decided to go live in Ireland with their situationship turned fiancé) and was not up for company.

Peeking out the window around the corner that shows the side view of the front stoop, you exhale at the side profile of the familiar face. Yanking the curtains back into place, you make your way over and unlock the door.

“Dante,” you state as he welcomes himself inside, “I didn’t get a text you were coming over.”

He blinks, which he does a lot when he’s tired or his mind is racing, “yeah, sorry about that. I just assumed you’d be up.”

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms, “I was just getting unready…you alright?”

Dante lifts his shoulders, “why wouldn’t I be?”

You stare at him and reply, “I don’t know…you hardly ever show up here without a text or call and I think I know you pretty well so…how was work? Something go down?”

Dante needs to keep his hands busy, so he’s pulling off his puffer coat and tossing it on the two-seat sofa against that side window you just peeked out of. He hates that you sense that something is up but he doesn’t want the focus to be on him, although he appreciates the sentiment deep down.

“Sorry,” he apologizes again while you sigh and wave your hands upwards, silently announcing that you were heading back upstairs, “…you just get in?”

You’re leading the way back up the first set of stairs and make your way over to the master bathroom. Dante leans in the doorway as you go about your business, headband keeping your hair out of your face, wristbands on to catch the water that always tends to race down your forearms, and just watches you as you take your time.

You were a little tipsy from your good friend’s sangria’s, you preferred white over red since the red tended to have you swaying a bit more but you pulled it together with lots of water despite your tongue still feeling tingly.

“Yes,” you say after awhile of washing your face that Dante wondered if you would ever say anything, “I went to that party Seán was throwing. Remember? I asked you weeks ago if you wanted to go but work came up.”

Dante dipped his head at the mention of your old college friend. Seán was a character and always spoke his mind, picking up on the vibe between you two before anything ever transpired. You and Dante were the typical high school friends that were always around each other while also getting into some mess and had your share of hard upbringings.

You were there through Juvi and after, (although he desperately tried to push you away once he joined that gang and he thought once you went off to college in Indiana, that it would be easier to no longer be friends. Ha!) which seemed like nothing could break your bond. At times it felt like that’s exactly what people wanted but these challenges held no weight against the storm of you two.

“Right, so how was it? Get into trouble?” He inquires, resting his head against the door frame.

You snorted as you glanced over at Dante, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Dante smirked, “fine then, spare me the details.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile as you return to your work, “…did you eat?”

Dante raises his brows with amusement in his voice, “do you honestly think I’m going to turn down any food if I did?”

“Fat ass,” you muttered, dodging the jab Dante sent at your hip, “I’m just saying if you plan on staying the night, I don’t want you reporting back to mom in the morning that I lack hospitality.”

Dante rolls his eyes as you start brushing your teeth, “Ma knows you won’t ever do me wrong…so I’m gonna raid that fridge while you finish up.”

Giving the thumbs up, Dante leaves you be as he heads back down stairs letting his thoughts hit him again. He’s not sure how long he’s had the fridge open, just staring in it until you’re sneaking underneath his arm to pull out the aluminum pan for him and hand it over.

Taking a seat at the opposite side of the island, you watch as Dante moves almost in autopilot, going through your cabinets for a plate, drawers for utensils, and into the microwave for a late night dinner. He slides the plate onto the island and leans his body against it, fork pushing around the little leftovers you made for the party, which was a hit so you knew something was up.

Tapping your fingertips against your cheek you press, “Tay…you’re killing me here. What’s up?”

His green eyes flick to yours briefly before they’re back down on the plate, “Nothing—

“I feel like you’re lying though, just to be honest.” Your eyes are in slits as you let the irony slip through your lips.

Dante snickers at this, “that’s funny.”

“Yeah well sure,” you answer, “but don’t try and deflect! We’re each other’s person and we’re supposed to be able to tell each other things and I don’t feel like you’re holding up your end.”

Dante frowns, “since when?”

“Since now,” your words are instant as you chase his eyes, “at exactly 11:18pm.”

Dante decides to finally put some food into his mouth and takes his time chewing. “…what if I say it’s work stuff?”

“Then okay.” You exhale, “Just tell me what you can if it’s bothering you so much.”

Dante is quiet, which isn’t unusual but it’s the way he’s quiet this time; to the point it’s so loud like your home often is. “I can’t tell you about the case but I can say it reminds me of past times…and it’s bringing out a side of me that I thought I buried.”

That statement alone makes it feel like the temperature inside of your home went cold just like the spring weather dropping outside. When Dante made the decision to get involved in the CPD, you weren’t exactly thrilled just like Mama Catalina but you supported the purpose Dante had. You were aware this career path resulted from his upbringing, you were right there to witness most of it (even being in the crossfire a few times) but you always knew there would be cases that could trigger old habits.

Perhaps they weren’t old habits after all.

“Most things can’t stay buried…they eventually come back to the surface based on situations you’re in, no?” You speak, which is exactly why you didn’t want Dante to work in that field, however he always saw it from a different perspective.

It was a power trip in a sense and you weren’t sure if this was the right way to go although you understood, which you voiced but the thing about Dante is he’ll always be persistent.

Dante stares at you, “guess I didn’t bury it enough but I can’t be ashamed of anything if it’ll get me somewhere.”

“Well where exactly are you trying to get?” You quiz, brows furrowed.

Dante is back to playing with his food, “I’m just trying to solve the case.”

“You expect me to believe that’s all this is?” It’s your turn to lean your elbows on the counter, “when I know it isn’t so, be real with me here.”

Dante runs a hand over his buzzed head overwhelmed, “I don’t know how or if I should even say this to you.”

“Why?” You’re confused and it’s when Dante blinks his stare back at you, you read him quite well, “oh…it’s a woman.”

“I—

You’re filling in the gaps, “And she reminds you of everything back home.”

Dante’s analyzing your face now but you don’t give anything away. He doesn’t have to say anything yet because you’re putting the pieces together pretty quickly. It was extraordinary work, really.

“You connect with her.” You breathe, “…What’s her story?”

He says your name in warning but you fan your hand about.

“I know it’s confidential but quick notes wouldn’t hurt.” You pry.

Dante knows there’s only two people in his life that he can trust and that’s his Ma and you. So in short, he gives you the quick run down of him meeting a woman while undercover who’s also involved in the drug dealing business with her abusive husband.

“And I crossed a line that I don’t think I can come back from.” He whispers to you as you nod.

You swallow as you casually say, “like what? Sleeping with her?”

When Dante doesn’t respond you cough out some laughter, “oh wow…I might actually be drunk because did you just confirm in that Dante way that you had sex with Mrs. Cartel?”

He wasn’t sure how you figured that out.

“…it just happened.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I didn’t just let myself fall on your dick a couple of times.” You rant, “and you and I? Don’t just let things happen.”

Dante widens his eyes at your bluntness and starts to figure that maybe he should have continued keeping this to himself. “I don’t know what you want me to say here. You wanted me to spill and I did.”

Gold star for Dante everyone!

“You’re right because I figured it was eating away at you the moment you walked through my door at ten o’clock at night but it was all because you were eating away at someone else.” The passive aggression was coming in a bit, you acknowledge that with a wince.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were feeling a way about it—as if that wasn’t obvious. Of course you and Dante had your intimate moments but it was him who didn’t want to continue because he felt like he couldn’t give you the love you deserve then. Which you strongly disagreed with but why fight for something that felt one-sided? Dante’s always had a rebellious streak but the intention was never to use or break your heart which is why he had to put an end to that aspect of your friendship.

These are just things you bury right? Most friends can’t come back from taking that step but if you don’t have a genuine friendship as the foundation of a relationship, how do you expect to get through anything?

“Why are you giving me shit right now?” Dante tightened his jaw, “why can’t you just be my friend and listen?!”

Scoffing you say, “you didn’t come here for me to listen and give advice because Dante Torres is always going to do whatever the hell he wants! you came here for comfort because you made that choice to slip back into the dark and I’m realizing hearing the bits you just told me, that I can’t give that to you. Not tonight.”

And it wasn’t in terms of anything sexual. When Dante stood on something, he wouldn’t change his mind. He knew he loved you but he also knew he wasn’t capable of giving more to you and the moment you wouldn’t accept that, he vowed that he wouldn’t take advantage of your heart any longer when you felt so strong about what you could be romantically.

You’re kicking yourself because you knew you should have been prepared for this. It was certainly a possibility that Dante could have met someone on the job but not like this! Seán pushed for you to go on dates and although you knew you had a lot to offer, it still stung sometimes. Most of those dates didn’t measure up, except for that older guy on the SWAT team (what was it with you falling for the law enforcement?!) who was divorced and also unsure about the dating scene that you didn’t mind laughing and texting with from time to time.

Dante didn’t approve and you noticed how his eyes tightened at the corners whenever you brought up the older man but you brushed that off as Dante simply being protective. How silly of you to think otherwise!

It also wasn’t your job to figure out Dante’s demons for him but you still loved him anyway.

“…Are you mad at me?”

“I’m D. For all the above!” You throw your hands up in the air, “I can’t believe—actually I can but you chose me to tell instead of Atwater or Ruzek?”

Dante shrugs his shoulders, “they’re not you…and I expected—I don’t know what I expected with you.”

“I’m not your mother, Tay. I’m not gonna hold you to my chest and tell you it’s all going to be okay when it probably won’t. Everything is unpredictable with that kind of danger! It sounds like you’re going down the wrong road with that one and I know you see that now so I can’t.” You step down from the barstool.

Dante is frowning now, hating how you were taking this screw up so personal. You shouldn’t be involved. He was good at holding everything in but not when it came to you. And Dante couldn’t even lie and say it was an ego thing either, he wasn’t like that, he respected you too much but Gloria had his head spinning.

He let her in and that can be his own downfall.

“What do you mean?” He moves with you.

You sigh, “it means that I’m not ready to listen to you get taken advantage of by someone that feels normal. Your Version of normal. I’m no therapist, just some nerdy chemist but it sounds like you’re trying to find an escape in her because it’ll help you to keep burying everything you won’t resolve.”

He’s shaking his head at you not wanting to believe any of that, “It’s just my job that I’m handling? and i get that I had a weak moment…I shouldn’t have told you and wouldn’t have told you if it has you acting like this. The last thing I want is you taking this to heart.” Dante grips your wrist, scanning your face which is not hiding anything now.

Your face burns and you use your other hand to massage the space in between your brows, “well sorry, Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck. I can play poker face for awhile but the truth is I’m not over you and to hear that it took a case for you to move on—

“Wait, hold on.” Dante’s eyes are a dark mossy green now , “You’re acting like I’m telling you that I’m running away with her to elope or something and that’s not it.”

“She’s married so,” the response is sarcastic as you’re ready to walk off but Dante pulls you back to grip both sides of your face so you meet his gaze, “it still meant something.”

He wasn’t so sure but he didn’t want to pick your brain further on that in fear that he’ll upset you more. Dante just knew it wasn’t love like you may have thought…it was just a case that he needed to solve and never planned to take it that far.

Dante sighs and wraps his arms over your shoulders, pulling you against his body, pressing the sides of your heads together, “I fucked up and didn’t think, once with her and twice with telling you, knowing our past which is most important to me. You don’t have to worry about any of it, I’m not going anywhere and won’t ever leave you behind.”

It is possible that both you and Dante maybe in too deep and killing each other slowly over time with these unresolved feelings. The push and pull that’s always lingering and the avoidance definitely holds some weight but both of you didn’t ever imagine giving this up.

That’s just not what this relationship required.

You muffled, “…are you staying?”

Now knowing or having a feeling of what Dante was dealing with, you didn’t feel comfortable letting him leave to ride the streets alone—although there was no doubt he can handle himself—you felt better if he stayed.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Well,” you sniffed as you pulled back, “you know where your room is if you decide to.”

Tonight Dante hates to watch you walk away from him so he softly calls out to you again as you halt on the back stairs, “Goodnight.”

He wants to tell you that he loves you at the end, which you’re already aware of but it hangs on his tongue unsaid. Dante knows it wouldn’t make you feel any better and wouldn’t erase your frustrations so, he’s content staying in the room not far from yours, keeping you company—even if it had to be at a distance for the night.

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

-> Part two!

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #queued #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #benjamin levy aguilar #spring prompts

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 8 months 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

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poison-in-my-pen · 2 years ago

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A Piece of Mine

A/N: After watching S10: Epi 21 and then rewatching S10: Epi 4. A thought came to me, how would Dante's girlfriend react to seeing his unbounded rage?

The car ride home was quiet. I gazed at the images out of the passenger side window that was blurred by the rain. Was I overreacting? I’ve never seen him enraged like this before and it unleashed a hurricane in my head that he doesn’t know about, whose name I haven’t thought about until this moment. Dante’s stoicism, his gentle voice, his shyness, his vulnerability, his pensive stares, it all endeared me to him. But was all of that a facade to counter the rage that lived beneath the surface of his being? Was my judgment clouded because of it? I should've seen it, why didn't I see it? I’ve been here before, but this was not then, Dante is the complete opposite of him, or is he?

"Babe, let me explain." His voice pulled me from my melancholy reverie. He reached out and rested his hand on my knee.

I instinctively pushed his hand away, “don’t touch me.”

The acid in my voice caught us both off guard, I felt him stiffen next to me and my anger rushed forth like a tsunami wave because how dare he flinch when I just saw him bring a man twice his size down to his knees, hands in prayer as if Dante was his God begging for mercy. How dare he!

“Everything was a lie.”

“I never lied to you.”

“How did I miss this? How could I have been so stupid?”

“Babe, please.”

“You never get angry, you don’t raise your voice, not once when most people react, you just…I shrugged and trailed off. “How can someone as shy as you have this level of rage inside of them?”

He pointed at himself, “I never said I was shy, you assumed that because of my quiet nature. I’m a guy, all guys have different levels of aggression, it all comes down to how you choose to deal with that pent up anger. The gym, boxing is the way I release most of that energy and you are never around to see it, so I understand why you’re reacting like this.”

I scoffed, “you can’t possibly understand how I feel. Have you ever killed anyone with your bare hands?”

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, “anyone can kill another with their bare hands.”

“I’m not talking about anyone, Dante, I’m talking about you? Have you killed a man with your bare hands?”

He looked at his hands for a beat, his eyes flashed over to me piercing my own before they turned back to the road. His expressive eyes spoke sentences, but his lips replied with one word. “No.”

“But you could?”

“Any cop can, anyone in law enforcement can, man or woman.”

“Again with the deflecting.”

I gazed out the window watching his reflection as the car stopped and he turned off the engine. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck to the right, the way he does when he becomes exasperated, then to his left; he opened his eyes and exhaled. He turned to me and unhooked my seatbelt. I opened the car door, stepping out before he had the chance to open his door and get to my door. He hated when I opened my own door and I slammed it shut knowing it would add to his exasperation that was building.

I didn’t have the key, so I waited as he opened the door to our apartment. I stepped in front of him, kicked off my shoes and continued down the hall, feeling his presence behind me as he followed me into the bedroom.

“You want the truth?”

“Yes.”

I had my back to him, he spun me around and took a step forward into my personal space and before my brain could relay the action to my body, he spoke, coolly “don’t move.” With his dark eyes fixed on my face, I felt the energy in the air shift as the heat from his body coalesced with the cold chill that escaped my core and scraped across my spine.

I could taste the peppermint scent emitting from his lips, I felt myself sway hypnotically, one kiss would end this argument.

“Are you afraid of me?” My breath hitched, my internal goddess hissed, yesssss. I shook my head. His lips brushed against my ear and I shivered, “I need to hear you say it. Remember, use your words.”

Those three words transported me to another time, our first time where he held me under a similar trance that I was unprepared for, where my body no longer belonged to me, but to him.

I found my words hidden behind my ribcage. “No.”

“No, what?”

The air became thick.

My body hummed.

“No, I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and his thumb pressed lightly against my jugular, feeling my pulse hammer jacking against the pad of his thumb. “Yes, I can kill a man with my bare hands. When I was younger, I had this rage within me, an anger that made me lash out at any and everyone who looked at me the wrong way. Growing up the way I did, you never knew who would do you harm, so I had my guard up all the time and then I went to juvie.” He nudged my chin with his hand, “look at me.” I gazed at him, the green edges of his hazel eyes softened, “the rage you say you see is not the same rage that had a hold on me then. What you saw was rage controlled, I control it, it doesn’t control me. My psych eval says I’m nonreactive, which is true for the most part. There are situations like the one you saw tonight where I come close to the edge, but I will never step over. Now if someone did something to you or my mama,” he shrugs, “then who knows.” He dropped his hand to his side, “but, these are not the hands of a killer, these are the hands of your Danty, I’m the same man you met when you clumsily fell into my arms.”

I laughed and he laughed as we both remembered that moment, the mood in the air shifted, the energy was still charged but it swung to the opposite direction.

This time I reached for him first, lifting his shirt and pulling the buckle to his belt. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”

His fingers trailed upwards under my dress, pulling my panties down to my ankle, he knelt down on his knees and lifted my leg over his shoulder, tossing my underwear across the room. He kissed my thigh, the warmth filled my apex. “Am I forgiven?”

I nodded. My eyes closed giving in to the sensation of his stubble against my inner thigh, his kisses stopped and my eyes flew open to find him staring up at me, “use your words.”

“Yes, you are forgiven.” I said aloud.

He didn't have to speak his hazel eyes with the green edges became liquid gold, his fingers pushed against my opening and my warmth trickled onto his fingers. I moaned, grabbing his head. He lifted me up onto the edge of our bed, while he remained kneeled on the floor, his hands firmly pinned my wrists to my side, while his head was bowed at my altar.

“Dante, I screamed.

I could feel him smiling and I heard his voice in my head before he spoke.

“Use your words, baby.”

Post note: Dante's character is a fun one to explore. Not guaranteed that I'll write more fics, but this was fun to write....

#poisoned pen #poison in my pen #poison in my veins #poisoned ink #fantasy fiction #poisoned veins #fanfic #chicago pd fanfiction #dante torres fan fiction #fan fiction #poison in my ink #chicago pd #one chicago #dante torres x reader #Dante Torres imagine

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madi8891 · 2 years ago

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⋆｡°✩Fire Alarm✩°｡⋆

⋆Dante Torres x Reader

✩Prompt: "I was trying to do something nice for you"

✩Summary: Dante tries to cook breakfast for reader.

✩Note: This is my first time writing, any feedback is appreciated:)

The sun was warm where it hit your face. You could hear the neighbour mowing his lawn and assumed that's what woke you. Pulling yourself to the side, you check the clock. 7:32am. Who mows the lawn this early?

As you roll back into bed you realize the other side is empty, probably what actually woke you. Before you have any real time to worry you hear a crash from somewhere in the house, followed by a string of Spanish you didn't quite understand. Judging by the very descriptive English words that followed you assumed they weren't polite.

Getting out of bed, you make your way towards the kitchen. There's a very prominent smell of burnt toast coming down the hallway, and something that might be bacon.

The kitchen really is a sight. There's a bowl of what looks like pancake batter tipped over on the counter, dripping onto the floor, and it looks like the toaster is about to catch on fire. Dante has the kitchen window open and is waving a towel around manically.

"What is going on?" You laughed

Dante turns to face you with a deer in the headlights look. "I'm.. making breakfast"

You laugh again and walk over to the toaster, unplugging it and waving your hand to try and fan the smoke away. "It looks delicious".

Dante hesitated, "My ma usually made breakfast in the morning".

You smile at him as you walk up to where he's still fanning the towel around, pulling it from his hand. "You're adorable".

He grumbles a little before wrapping his arms around you. "I was trying to do something nice for you".

"And that was very sweet of you, but maybe I should make breakfast from now on. My poor toaster might die if you try again" you say while looking up from where you're pulled into his chest.

"That toaster has a grudge against me I swear. That's the second time it burnt the toast" he smiles down at you. You laugh again and lean up to kiss him. He leans down and-

Beep

"Is that the fire alarm?"

#chicago pd #dante torres #writing #one chicago #one chicago x reader #Dante Torres x reader

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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.

Taglist: @maryannecrimsworth

#chicago pd x reader #hailey upton x reader #hailey upton #kim burgess #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #dante torres #hank voight #hailey upton x oc

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samantha-chicago · 2 years ago

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Meet The Boyfriend

Summary: Your family meets your boyfriend and his family

Pairing: OC x Dante Torres

Warning/s: Mentions of officer down?

A/N: I don't know anything about Dante so I made basically everything up. I've not caught up on Chicago PD and it would take me far to long to catch up and I wanted to write it while it was still in my head so hear it is.

It was just a met each others family thing. Like before a wedding they've got to meet each other except for the fact that we are not getting married and we're only doing this because our families are massive. Dante was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I just hope that my brothers can actually see that.

I stood in my bedroom redoing my make up almost like an anxiety thing. My brothers and parents downstairs in the living room and Dante coming with his family and siblings. I had heard my brothers coming in but I hadn't been down to see them yet. I looked over as my bedroom door opened honestly expecting it to be my niece and nephew. I was surprised when I saw my sister in law standing there.

"So I'm coming to get some information without James being about" Donna chuckled standing next to me as I fixed my make up.

"What kind of information do you want?" I asked looking at her

"What's he like? Is he good to you? All that kind of stuff" She answered as there was a car pull up outside the house. I looked out the window thankful I didn't have to answer all of those questions

"Oh is that him? Is it?" She asked looking out the window. I nodded

"Your brothers got you a gift for passing the detective test" My mother explained as I walked into the living room. I sent my brothers a weary look as they passed the brown gift bag between them. I looked at Donna who was smiling. The gift was definitely her idea then that makes me less worried. I walked over

"Yeah. Him, his brothers and mother." I replied and Donna basically ran out of the room. I shook my head with a chuckle as I looked at my Lock Screen. The picture of Dante and I from the day that I passed my detective test.

I walked downstairs once I heard that everyone was already in the house. I had already met Dantes' family when he had a panic that his family wasn't answering their phones. I walked downstairs absolutely terrified of what my brothers were going to say.

"Come on then Sarah" James chuckled as I took the wrapped box out of the bag and started opening it. I opened the box looking between my two brothers and then my two sister in laws. All of them were laughing at the mug they had got me. I shook my head

"Let me guess. James and George decided on it" I chuckled, shaking my head as both of my brothers pointed to each other. I walked through to the kitchen with it

"No making out in the kitchen" George called and I turned around pointing to Dante on the couch before his brother who was in the kitchen helping our mom make tea and coffees.

"What?" He asked frowning

"So Sarah, how did you two meet?" James asked and I sent him a look

"Boyfriend" I started pointing to Dante

"Boyfriends brother" I finished sending him a look as George shut up. I put the mug in the sink before walking out

"Two words. Police officers" I answered, sending him a look as if to say are you dumb. Both Dante and I were on call out today. Both wearing our badges. Dante had his gun on his hip and his radio.

"Well sorry I don't listen to the boring details" He mumbled as I sat next to Dante

"We met while Dante was on patrol. Then he moved up to intelligence. There the boring details" I replied

"Sarah you're looking healthy" Dantes mom smiled

"Thank you" I replied.

"Auntie Sarah can you take us to the park please auntie Sarah" Maya begged looking at me

"Why don't you go get your coat on and Dante can come with us" I nodded. Basically leaving the house so that my brothers can definitely argue about who's going to protect me more. Even though they're both mechanics and I'm the detective. I got up looking at Dante

"Do you have your radio love?" I asked him as he got up

"So how did that go?" Dante asked me

"I do. It's in my coat" He smiled and I nodded, pulling my own coat on with my heeled boots.

Maya and Milo ran over both taking a hand of mine and pulling me out the house. I am the fun auntie mainly because I am the youngest. They pulled me over to the park which was thankfully over the road. Dante followed behind us that goofy smile on his face. The kids let my hands go as we got to the park, the pair of them instantly running over to the slide. Dante wrapped his arms around my waist as I smiled up to him as he leaned down kissing me.

"I don't know to be honest. My brothers are hard to read unless they're happy. Quite funny when they thought that you were your brother" I chuckled seeing his face

"Had to hide how jealous I was" He whispered and I smiled

"You're the only Torres I want" I hummed and he kissed me leaning down. Our moment interrupted by his radio

"10-1 10-1. Officer down. 5021 Henry is down. I repeat 50-21 Henry is down" Dante and I looked at each other before running back over to the house. I ran inside to the living room.

"James look after your kids" I ordered opening my gun safe grabbing my gun and putting it in my holster before grabbing my radio

"50-21 ocean responding plain clothed officer responding " Dante radioed

"50-21 Frank responding. Plain clothed officer" Both of us ran out of the house jumping in my car as Dante had come with his family. I started driving to the address that came up on my screen. Dante put his bullet proof vest on keeping one in my car as we were partners before putting mine on as I drove.

"50-21 ocean and frank on science. Alert all resounding officers plain clothed officers on scene." Dante radioed as we both got out of the car. I ran over to Hailey while Dante ran to help Jay.

"I'm fine. It's the vest" Hailey pushed my hands away

"Upton I'm going to check you out anyway" I replied taking her vest off to make sure it just caught the vest and nothing else

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uptondixon · 5 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!

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royaltysuite · 2 years ago

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The last two episodes of Chicago P.D. Season 10 has got me feeling 'all hot and bothered🥵🔥💦 ' then feeling like 'I JUST CAME BACK FROM WAR AND NOW SUFFERING PTSD HALLUCINATIONS😶😬😶'

....................it also doesn't help that I'm high rn 🌿🍃🌿🍃🌿🍃

☺️🤗☺️

I'm so horny rn🥵🥵🥵🥵

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

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cloveroctobers · 1 month ago

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FEEL LIKE HOME — Dante Torres [October Prompts] 🧡

A/N: The new season just started and I’m already happy seeing my man again. Also??? Kev getting a new love interest? Will it be permanent this time around?? Anyways it’s cozy (also spooky ofc) season so why wouldn’t I write for my man?

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: MURDER HOUSE: we just moved into a new home and foolishly staked all of our savings into it. surprise! it's haunted beyond belief. how are we going to turn this house into a home? alternatively one of our muses inherited the house from some distant relative. they just didn't know they'd inherit the ghost living within it too. + GENERAL VIBES: if it’s dark, don’t shine your flashlight into the trees.

WARNINGS: some language, some fluff + spooks! Small talks of religion and practices but I’m not religious or go too deep on it if you’re the same & a somewhat lengthy read!

<- read my previous October anthology prompt here.

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HANK VOIGHT

Dante’s sergeant of CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“People don’t just disappear, you understand me?” Hank Voight exasperates to the producer behind the camera, “I don’t believe in ghost stories and there’s always a explanation for everything.”

The producer questions as the camera crew zooms in on the older man’s face, “If that’s the case…don’t you think you would have found them already?”

Voight tightens his stare and it’s as cold as frostbite from him, for at least a minute before he states, “Who says I won’t?”

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You’re sitting on the set of stairs, knuckles tucked underneath your chin as your eyes zone out on the odd claw? markings on the wall in front of you. You’ve already envisioned placing an old wall clock that you’ve bought from a tag sale there but it definitely wouldn’t be long enough to hide the markings.

“Hey.” A gentle tone, you pick up on gets your head turning but it takes more effort to get your eyes to focus on Dante.

A small smile appears on your lips as you respond, “Hey.”

“Adam and Kevin are grabbing the last of the boxes,” he informs as he stands on the steps that lead right to the entryway and living room, “you okay? Kev thinks you’ve finally crashed out.”

You roll your eyes with a snort of laughter, “I’m fine. Just taking in how real this is…and why i didn’t see any boxes of your own in your car?”

Dante raises his brows, resting his elbow on the side banister, “I…didn’t think you were serious? Just assumed that was tipsy talk.”

Which was fair, you said a lot of things when you had drinks in you. It wasn’t something you did a lot since you were a lightweight but being in a social setting you sometimes engaged and definitely got emotional and touchy.

Pushing off the steps and moving to your right, you hold your hand out as you walk down the few steps that kept you two apart. Dante doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand, holding onto you until your face to face.

“I was—no—am dead serious,” you tell resting your hands on his hips while you stare into his green hues, “You’re the only person I want to make this feel like a home with.”

Dante reaches for your face, pads of his thumbs caressed your skin as his heart began to hammer in his chest, “yeah?”

“No bullshit,” you answer with a shake of your head and a grin, “Even talked it over with Mama Torres.”

There’s a hint of worry that passes over Dante’s eyes and you almost want to laugh in his face as he exhaled, “huh?”

“What?” You head tilts to the side, “You think you’re the only one that gets to be her bestie?”

It’s Dante’s turn to shake his head, “now that kind of makes me nervous.”

You laugh, “Would it make you feel better if we were beefing?”

“Hell no.” Is Dante’s immediate response, “…I do wish I was part of that conversation though.”

“It wasn’t me being sneaky, I promise! I mentioned bringing it up at dinner before as you know…yet a few of your cases took longer some days. So I ended up blurting it out since Mama Torres brought up a certain topic.”

Dante closed his eyes only imagining what his dear mother said to you, “oh no.”

“Relax courage.” You tease, “It’s a valid topic.”

“Which is?” He pressed, peering at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“Our future.”

He’s goes quiet, rubbing at the back of his neck now, feeling some pressure about that. Dante’s always been a go with the flow kind of guy and you’ve been together for about two years now. He would be a foolish man if he said he never thought about what a future with you would look like. You were both in your thirties and although you had a somewhat traditional way when it came to marriage, you weren’t asking for a ring yet…just another level to your relationship is all.

Continuing on you ask, “Yup…so you’ll think about it? Mama Torres gave her stamp of approval and already said for you not to worry about her but knowing you, you’ll need more reassurance from the source.”

Dante breathed out a smile, “Guilty. You know me so well.”

“I do.”

Dante hums, reaching out for you again. He lightly grips your chin, “Getting to share a whole house with you…is a big step. I wouldn’t mind that and it wouldn’t be much to think about, honestly.”

“Yeah?”

He presses a tender kiss to your lips, almost savoring the taste of you, like he commonly did. “Yeah,” he repeats, “No bullshit.”

You both laugh into each other’s faces before some clearing of throats are heard behind Dante. The buzzed haired man turns as if he’s just been caught red handed while you keep one hand rested behind his neck, finger tempted to trace one of his many tattoos.

“Now that you’re done eating each other’s faces,” Adam starts while Dante rolls his eyes, “We came to let the Missus know, our services are done for the day—

Kevin knocks his knuckles against Adam’s shoulders, “uh uh you’re not supposed to say for the day man, you gotta really sell it so she don’t ask for nothing else.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right, my bad.”

“You two ain’t shit, you know?” You joke, moving to get off the steps, “whatever happened to, ‘whoever Dante loves, we gotta love and consider them family too?’”

Adam frowns looking over at the brown skinned man, “I don’t recall ever saying that, your ass must have said that.”

Kevin pushes his lips out in thought and then admits, “I may have said that once.”

“Ah, so this is your fault?” Adam points with a laugh.

Kevin places his hand on his own chest, “there ain’t nothing wrong with spreadin’ the love, something Dante here isn’t afraid to do clearly.”

Dante scoffs, “alright, you two need to get off our backs.”

“You should really start a hugging and kissing business.” Adam instigates, “Seems like you really know what you’re doing.”

Dante smirks, although his cheeks are burning, “yeah, I think I could teach you a thing or two. You are the one that’s getting married and I’m sure you want to stay married, right?”

“Got ‘em!” Kev laughed into his balled up fist while Adam sends Dante a playful middle finger.

Adam scoffed while Dante held out his hand for them to embrace each other by the chest, “Kim don’t got any complaints, trust me.”

“Ew alright, we’ve both heard enough! Thank you.” Kevin cringes as he refers and glanced at you, “we just wanted to let you know you’re all clear, good luck with all those damn boxes you got over this place. Whatchu thinking about doing? Opening an outlet mall here instead of a home?” He pokes fun at you while you mock him talking with your hands, “Anyway! We got to get down to the station and I’ll be sending you my medical bills within the next two to three business days.”

Sucking your teeth at the man, you allowed him to embrace you, thanking him for his help while he’s the first to exit your house.

“No seriously? Why do you need so much shit?” Adam questions, holding you by the shoulders, “Maybe it’s time for a tag sale?”

You fire back at the brunette, “Are you going to help with that?”

The bearded man pretends to think about it, “how much profit we talking?”

He grins at you as you give him a blank expression before you hug him goodbye as well.

Letting out a sigh, you twirl around on one leg to face the living room. The couch and the sofa were all arranged the way you wanted them— after the first three arrangements. You had a tv stand that had barn doors that you really loved but started to think about what the tv would look like mounted on the wall and the floors? You wanted new floors as soon as possible, thankfully the man next door, who actually helped Dante a few days ago getting most of your items in while you had to work was a flooring and carpet installer. He gave Dante his business card so you figured you’d give him a call sometime this week if you didn’t run into him.

There were so many possibilities to this place. You never owned a home before and to have a distant relative that you met maybe once or twice at a family reunion years ago, really surprised you when you received a call that changed your life.

Hands tightly wrapped around you waist, caught you off guard before you felt familar lips kiss on your neck. “What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?”

Your hands go to rest along Dante’s, “that we have so much to do and I need to make a list like Kim suggested. She already helped me pick out paint swatches for a few of these rooms.”

“Course she did,” Dante comments with a laugh, his lips pressed against your temple, “you know we don’t have to have it all figured out today right? Things take time.”

“Well my great-great aunt Gladys didn’t have the time.”

“Wasn’t she almost one hundred and five?”

“That’s not—the point is time is an illusion.”

Dante frowns, “who said that again?”

“Albert Einstein.”

Dante nods, “okay my little theorist. I can sense that you’re about to stress yourself out and I think I can help with that?”

You whip around to face him, “you’ll start ripping up these floors for me?”

The buzzed haired man quickly shifts his attention to the floor, “that would be a negative on my part. I got a better idea and it starts with this.”

His hands rest low on your hips, fingertips touching your tailbone before he leans forward to kiss the corner of your lips and then over to your mouth.

“Oh…now I see where you’re going with this.” You laugh against his mouth, hands locking around the back of his neck before kissing him back. It’s truly magnetic, how you both knew how to set the pace and how it felt like your lips were made just for one another.

Dante hums as he pulls away to bury his face against your neck again. “I knew you would,” his soft voice is a bit huskier now that he set the mood, “Since I’m here and don’t have to be to the station until the evening…would you let me help you christen the place?”

You shudder feeling his tongue against your skin, hoping to it feel it much more anywhere else on your body as you say, “I thought you would never ask.”

He pulls back to grin at you, slight gap in between his front teeth gleam at you as he scoops you up bridal style, leading you upstairs to where only your bed and tons of boxes remained.

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ADAM RUZEK

Dante’s friend/co-worker at CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“Did you think there was ever any sense of regret from Dante taking on this big step?” The producer asks the man who’s seated with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, fingers caressing his facial hair in thought.

Adam feels his brows trying to meet, “Regrets? No. He loves that girl. Worshipped the ground she walked on and she looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky. Were there nerves on Dante’s part? Definitely since this is probably his second most serious relationship. He wanted to be there and loved that he had someone to get home to.”

“Is there a chance that it all got too much way too soon?”

“Meaning what?” Adam quizzed, “I hope you’re not implying what I think you’re implying.”

The set goes quiet before the producer expresses, “It’s just a thought and I would hope as law enforcement you all would consider the worst case scenarios…even if you don’t want to.”

Adam bites down on the inside of the back of his bottom lip, feeling the frustration in his veins, “As law enforcement, you should be lucky that any of us are even bothering to give you the time of day to discuss this on going investigation.”

They’re scrambling now, “We do appreciate you being here Officer Ruzek but is it truly ongoing if it’s been months? Shouldn’t you start considering that either they’re dead or Dante is behind—

“Okay, if you’re going to continue to disrespect everything I say, without knowing the first thing about Dante’s character, then I’m not going to do any more interviews. You can take these wires and shove em—

No signal is shown.

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Crossing your arms, you lightly twisted your body back and forth as you awaited for the inspector to get upright from the ground. Dante is squeezing your shoulders, running his hands down your arms trying to get the tension out.

It had been a month and a few weeks since he’s moved into the home and you couldn’t be more in bliss with Dante being here. Although you got to enjoy the house more so since you had a hybrid schedule, there was still a warmth inside whenever you got to see his face around the home. Majority of the time you tried to wait up for him but when you couldn’t, he always made sure to embrace you before eventually climbing into bed.

Him being here with you now as the fall foliage settled in, almost made you collapse backwards (into his arms instead of the leaves) once the man wrote down the estimate of the damage and held it up for you two to see.

“Three grand for that?” Dante inquired, keeping one arm around your waist and taking the yellow paper with his other hand.

The inspector with the backwards cap and who loudly chomped on his gum scoffs, “You two must be new home owners. This house shit? Is never no walk in the park. This is an older home and they should have used concrete for the foundation instead of this crap. Then you’re going to need an exterminator to get rid of the termites in the cracks and crannies…so yeah three grand and that’s just for my part not including the service fee.”

“I’m going to be sick.” You pull away from Dante, moving to head up the stairs and through one of the doors to enter the home, leaving Dante to deal with the smart ass inspector.

You’re seated at the dining table, cheek resting in the palm of your hand and a mason jar full of water.

“Hey,” Dante greets sitting across from you, “it’s going to be fine.”

You shake your head in incredulity, “digging into my savings and yours isn’t fine to me. We’re remodeling and trying to make this feel like home but every time we try to do something new, it’s mostly a problem and it’s making my stomach cramp like crazy.”

Dante reaches for your hand to hold, “You know it doesn’t take doing all of this work to make a home right? It’s the people inside of it who know how to love and fill it up with love that make it a home.”

A crooked smile appears on your mouth then, “You’re not making my stomach feel any better with the cheese you just served me, Torres.”

“Maybe you should finally try those probiotics Violet and Lizzie left here then.” Dante suggests, which actually wipes the smile from your face while a sob rips through your lips instead.

They were your paramedic friends that wanted to throw you a house warming party but you kept telling them that the house wasn’t ready.

Bewildered Dante gets to his feet, pulling your head against his torso, “that was a stupid joke, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not your fault this house is as old as my great-great aunt.” You bunched up his white t-shirt, which you shouldn’t have been able to do if he had his jacket zipped up!

The temperatures been dropping nearly every other day and this man thought it was cool to just be outside in a shirt and jeans but you weren’t having it, you threw a puffer jacket over his face earlier just as the doorbell rung signaling that the inspector was here.

Dante frowns, “I thought this was built in 1952?”

You wail, which only makes Dante’s concern increase and he knows in this moment he can only shut up and hold you, hoping that at some point you’ll be able to laugh about this.

And that laughter would turn into fear, which beat sorrow any day.

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A week passed when Dante got a call one late night when he and Kevin stayed back to work on a case. He wouldn’t lie and say he and Kevin weren’t goofing off, for about ten minutes until that light hearted moment changed into something unexpected. It was after ten pm, twenty minutes until eleven when your face popped up on his phone.

“Hey baby, what’re you still doing up?” Dante asked, resting his elbows on his desk.

Kevin leaves to use the restroom, squeezing Dante’s shoulders on his way by as he calls out your name in greeting before carrying on.

“Dante…” there’s shuffling on your end and he figures you must have him on speaker phone, “you didn’t rearrange the recreation room did you?”

He shakes his head then remembers you can’t see him, “No…why?”

“I heard something when I was in the living room, coming from downstairs. I turned into you and investigated. Everything downstairs was rearranged: gym equipment and mini fridge.”

“…Are you pranking me?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

“Because you want me to stop working late hours to watch those scary movies with you…wait…that’s probably what this is. Your mind playing tricks on you and everything’s fine—

His phone pings and he has to look away to see that it’s a text from you. He sighs, putting his phone on speaker as well to check out the message you sent him. It was a photo of the lower level of the home and everything was in fact rearranged. There was a possibility that you could have done it, you had strength in you no doubt but a few of the more heavier equipment pieces were questionable.

“…I’d really like it if you stop telling me things are fine when it’s feeling like it won’t be.”

Dante pinched at the bridge of his nose, “okay…I hear you. Where are you now?”

“I locked myself in the room. I’m not going downstairs for anything else.”

He exhales, “okay good. Don’t. I’ll be home by eleven-fifteen.”

“Um Dante…there’s something else.”

“What is it?”

You’re staring at the living chair you pushed underneath the door knob, “it also sounds like there’s someone pacing the floor.”

Dante feels as if he stops breathing and his pausing didn’t ease the anxiety in you, “It’s an older home, you know the floors creak right? Even with the new hardwood floors. That’s probably just what that is. Stay inside until I get there though alright?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” Dante says in an attempt to lighten things up.

You swallow, keeping your eyes locked on the door as you sat up against the headboard of your shared bed, “I love you more.”

“Bullshit.” He teases.

A small smile graces your chapped lips, “No bullshit.”

“A little?”

“No but I love you right back.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Sometimes. I’ll see you soon, don’t move.”

“Believe me, I won’t.” You say, eyes focused on the shadow that’s moving back and forth underneath the door frame.

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KIM BURGESS

Officer at CPD Intelligence Unit/Co-worker of Dante

“Did you ever witness what she was talking about when you visited the home?”

Kim sits up straight in the chair, “Did I ever see anything moving on its own? No. Did the house make weird noises? Yes. It’s an older home, something Dante also tried to justify. She never wanted Adam and I visiting when it got dark out. Especially with Makayla. I mean it’s Chicago so you can never be too sure but something else was going on with her. Whatever was going on in that house was draining her first and I hated that I couldn’t do more as a friend…for both of them.”

“What do you think happened to them?”

“I…don’t know but I know they wanted to reflect the home they found in each other in that house. It just didn’t work out that way.”

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“Everything good with y’all?” Kevin said in a hushed tone as he sat on the couch with Dante.

Dante hums, looking away from what he was writing down on the paperwork. Kevin stopped by to collect some of the files to bring into the station and Dante forgot to fill out the last section so he was trying to finish it up so it would all be good to go. “What do you mean?”

“You know…since the whole seeing feet underneath the door thing happened, however long ago?” The taller man peeks towards the kitchen, spying Mama Torres setting the table and you were nowhere in sight.

Dante looks up from the paper and says, “she…prefers to work at the office now.”

“Damn.”

“It works for her,” Dante shrugs, “But she’s also hanging out more with those paramedics, Violet and Lyla—Lizzie. Who like to have fun.”

Kevin nods, “alright…what’s wrong with that? Anything that gets her mind off whatever’s going on is good isn’t it?”

Dante looks off towards the dining area where his mom just moved from, “Yeah, I’m not mad at that. It’s just that when I am here, she’s not around and I don’t like that it feels like there’s distance between us when there shouldn’t be.”

“Kay…so why don’t you plan something? A weekend getaway, you don’t gotta leave the city or anything if finances are trash right now. Stay at a nice hotel or Airbnb and get that quality time back if you’re feelin’ some type of way.” Kevin encourages while Dante scratches at his head.

Kevin’s aware that something’s been on Dante’s mind. It’s been obvious although he’s good at hiding it but they were a team and each member always knew when something was up. Even if it was something minor, it was there.

“You might be right,” Dante rubs at his mouth in thought, “it could be just what we need.”

“Yup,” Kevin smirks as he holds his hand out for Dante to give him dap, “and you can thank me later.”

“Whatever man,” Dante chuckles before grinning but that is short lived as the sound of yelling and breaking glass is heard.

Both men jump to their feet, rushing into the dinning room and turning to their right. Mama Torres is on her knees in front of you, as you’re holding onto the back of your head crying. The side window in the kitchen is broken, some glass decorating the dark hardwood floor, which invited the crisp autumn air into the toasty home, the garbage can was knocked over on its side, and there appeared to be a strand of hair by your thighs.

“What the hell?” Kevin mutters before Dante springs into action.

Dante crouches beside the two women, glancing between both of them and his own mother appears to be shook herself. One hand touches his mother’s shoulder, while the other touches your knee.

“What’s going on? What happened?” He cross-examined both women but your eyes are clenched as more tears flood down your cheeks.

He turns to his mother, “Ma! What happened?!”

Her same hues meet Dante’s as she whispers from quivered lips, now holding onto the rosary around her neck, “Malvado.”

Which makes him glance back at Kevin who’s highly confused before Dante yanks you into his arms, tucking you underneath his chin, trying to ease your shaking.

Eventually Dante manages to get you up and through the dining room to the bathroom across from it. He gently closes the door behind him, getting you to sit on the toilet while leaving Kevin to talk to his mom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” He kisses your cheek, rubbing soothing circles along your opposite jaw, “I’ll take care of you.”

He raised his hands to dig through your hair, to examine your scalp but you latch onto his wrist. Fearing that he’s hurt you, he stops his movements to peer down at your watery eyes.

“This isn’t home anymore, Dante.” You swallow the lump in your throat, “It never was.”

Dante didn’t want to believe that.

He knew you were first reluctant to take on this home, since you didn’t know much about this aunt in the first place. It was a huge question mark trying to figure out why she would leave it in your hands but everyone of your family members either told you to not question it and be thankful or that there were other family members that deserved it more. They could have it at this point! You’ve lived in apartments, condos, townhomes, and two-family homes before so to have a single family home underneath your belt was inspiring.

It was not written in stone that you had to keep it for forever but it was something to invest in. Little did you know that it would come at the biggest price.

Losing your sanity.

However there was so much that Dante couldn’t explain and he wished he could.

Dante wished he could make it better for you…no one can say he never tried.

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KEVIN ATWATER

co-worker at CPD’s intelligence unit/friend of Dante

“Can you tell us what you saw that Sunday you stopped by?”

Kevin deeply sighs, “I know that girl was hurt and everybody was freaked out. I know that Mama Torres told me what she saw since Dante and I were in the living room when it went down. Mama Torres said, y/n just came up from the lower level of the home where their gym and laundry room is at and was talking to her. Mama Torres was sideways facing the counter while y/n had her back to the side window.”

While he’s explaining, there’s pictures shown of the kitchen and a reenactment appears as Kevin gives details of the spooky occurrence that happened that day, “Mama Torres said it was something you would see out of those horror films. They were chatting and when she lifted her head to the right, the next thing she knows, y/n is being pulled back so hard that she was yanked off her feet. Her back hit the window but it wasn’t just her body that broke that window. It was some unseen force.”

PICTURES FROM DANTE’S PHONE ARE SHOWN NEXT: images of the broken window, specs of the glass are seen inside the kitchen and outside of the home in the backyard, along with the broken frame, the garbage can was turned on its side, a piece of y/n’s hair sat along the wall underneath the damaged window pointed outwards facing the kitchen, and a few drops of blood were also shown on the hardwood.

“A unseen force?” The producer asks, “How can that be? Are you sure Mrs. Torres wasnt also seeing things?”

Kevin lifts his shoulders, “see…we can keep saying that all we want but after a while that also stops making sense.”

ANOTHER SET OF PHOTOS UPLOADED FROM: Dante’s phone, shows photos of y/n after what took place in the kitchen that day. She’s seated on the toilet, the photo is shot from above showing the bald spot in her scalp along with the bleeding gash. The back of her neck and down towards her shoulder blade shows scrapes in her skin from the glass.

“Did Dante ever see anything?”

“Besides something hurting his girl? I’m sure he did but he never spoke on it. That’s something you’d probably have to ask his ma. All I know is that if they had to get away from that hell that was supposed to be their home? I wouldn’t blame them, not one bit. I just hope they’re alright and they’re far from North Ozanam Ave.”

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After what happened that afternoon, there were no objections about leaving the house behind for a while. If that happened during the day time, then you can only imagine what could have been going on at night. Dante was more in disbelief that he ignored the signs and although he still didn’t see many the actions take place, it was enough to just see the aftermath. The last thing he stared at long and hard (his arms full of duffle bags) was the mark on the wall at the end of the stairs.

His childhood home didn’t necessarily feel any safer, thanks to all the trauma his step-father played a part in but having both of his women under one household gave him some sort of peace. Dante was raised catholic and once he managed to get you to get some rest, he’s in the kitchen talking to his ma who’s got so much incense and sage burning that he feels a tickle in his throat.

“Ma!” Dante flinches once she whacks him for putting out her incense, “it’s getting to me.”

“Good.” She sasses, “whatever that was, I don’t want it latching onto you too.”

“What?” Dante turns his eyes into slits.

“You heard me. It’s connected, preying on her and I don’t want it leeching anymore. We go to church tonight and father will fix this.” The older woman decides.

Dante blinks, not knowing the last time he’s been to church. He had his faith, it’s been on his skin to guide him yet a part of him wonders if it’s all too late. “You don’t need to be out there with us so late.”

“Do you think I’m staying here by myself? No!” She dusted off her hands with a clap so loud it sounded like thunder, “you should have came to me sooner, we could have got a hold of this malvado. It will be work I’m sure but the most high has us all.” She pats his face before stepping back to grab the kettle to pour him some tea.

Being prayed over was not something you were used to but accepted. Your energy was low even with the lavender chamomile tea Mama Torres gave to you. The sleep in Dante’s room had you tossing and turning, covered in sweats but before you knew it, his kind face was a gift to see over these past weeks and you couldn’t help but to hold him and never let go.

You stood outside from the church in the night, while Mama Torres chatted with the father inside and Dante went around the corner to grab the car as the rain started to pelt down over you. Up your hood went as the wind started to pick up, rustling the trees and bringing a chill over your body.

The sound of constant pinging from your phone was heard, from friends checking in on you but you were tired of talking. However you still found yourself pulling your phone out, eyes searching through the rain as you looked out towards the trees. It seemed as if the harder you stared, the more you saw a figure perched between the leaves. With a shaky hand, you mess around with your phone to turn your flashlight on, pointed right at the tree across the street.

And what you saw the longer you kept your flashlight across the street, made you want to scream but no sound came from your lips as the figure seemed to jump down from the tree and onto the ground. Quickly looking from left to right with the flash still on, it felt as if it was moving too fast in a blur of black.

When Dante’s coming around the corner, he sees a hooded you running towards the trees. He looks to his right, seeing his mother standing in the doorway underneath the umbrella that the father is holding, both appearing confused as Dante puts his car in park on the side of the street.

“What did you see?” He yells over the rain.

“It lives in the trees. That’s its home.” The father announces, which makes Dante pull his weapon from his waistband.

He’s not sure what that means but all he knows is that you’ve run off and now he’s running after you.

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CATALINA TORRES

Mother of Dante Torres

The salt and peppered haired woman is seen with her hands clasped, peering down into her lap.

“In your perspective, Mrs. Torres, What do you believe happened to your son and his girlfriend after the night they ran off into the trees? And why did you hold off on this information when officer Atwater knew they were staying at your house?”

The woman lets out a long exhale with her eyes closed before they open and are watery underneath the lights, “Zechariah 11:2. That’s a verse from the Bible. It reads: ‘Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, for the glorious trees are ruined! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the thick forest has been felled! Which means no power on this earth can go against God. We are all made from him, each seed he has planted blossoms into a tree. We can all crumble at his command. In simplest terms, he has the last say and that’s what exactly happened. I have faith that he saved my children from the evil.”

“So that’s enough for you? That god has your son?”

“It should be, yes. As long as y/n is no longer hurting then neither is my son.”

“But why lie to those who are also close to Dante? They went back to that house, searched for any clues…when you and father Paul saw them go into the trees?”

She shrugs, “we do not know if they returned or not. Everything that goes up, down, or in between still has the chance to still lurk around this earth if they so wish. Which is what haunted y/n and that house. It gives me comfort, having that image of them at their happiest in that home, slow dancing not long after Dante settled in. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for my son and perhaps the cypress also gave him that.”

Those in the studio were still clueless about this entire episode they were filming for this documentary series but this was part of their job, to share the unexplainable stories.

“Has Dante ever mentioned any of his own personal experiences with that house? Outside of what was going on with y/n?”

Catalina looks almost offended, “Sure he did! The nights when he would be home there by himself, he always saw and heard it. He installed one of those doorbell camera things after the first weird thing she saw and called him about. Dante saw what I believed she saw in those trees that night she was prayed over on camera. He would not show me out of the sake of my heart but I believed him. He’s never given me any reason not to believe in or of him.”

A series of black and white video footage is shown next. It’s night time and the automatic lights flick on as a blur appears by and then on the steps. The tree leaves announce their strange happenings and it continues on with each footage that is shown but within each different date but similar time, the blur takes shape.

It has pointed skinny and many teeth that flashes the camera, almost as if it’s smiling as it shows itself right in front of the door. That image is put on pause, showing the viewers that whatever it is wasn’t human at all.

“My son’s always been a protector since he was young,” Catalina continues, “Always saw what was wrong or right pretty quickly and acted. That often led him into trouble but when he loves so immensely—which he does—he’ll do just about anything to make sure you’re safe.”

“Which is why he ran into the woods after her. Do you have any idea why she ran towards the woods instead of away? And again, why not mention any of this to the intelligence unit?” Another producer interrogates.

Catalina sniffs while pulling out some tissue, “They’re each other’s home and you don’t go knocking where you’re not welcomed. I understand that while many of you don’t and that’s okay. I did not tell the intelligence unit any of that because I know how it sounds. It’s easier just to make me out as a loony to make sense of my son’s whereabouts but the truth is: this is their story and they’re the only ones that know how it ends.”

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“Don’t tell me you’re quitting on me!” Dante says, coming into the living room to see you balled up on the couch, ready to fall asleep, “The night is still young.”

You’ve been unpacking and arranging all day, so a nap was needed.

“Babe.” You stare at him blankly although you’re whining as he puts on some music and loudly too.

Dante mocks you, grabbing onto your hands to pull you from the couch but you hold your ground, which makes him raise his brows at you. “Baaaaabe,” he mocks as he pulls you up by the waist spinning you before setting you down on your feet, “just one dance and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Just like I leave you alone about having more color in your wardrobe?”

He rolls his eyes but can’t help but to laugh right afterwards, “exactly.”

You groan, pressing your chin against his chest as you stare at him with puppy dog eyes. All he does is press a kiss to your forehead, which brings a smile to your face.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he whispers as you lean back to put your hand in his and rest the other against his bicep.

The dancing always starts off slow before picking up pace but the closeness of the slowness is Dante’s favorite part. He sways with you to the guitar, staring at you lovingly while Mama Torres leans in the archway of the dining room to watch in adoration.

His heartbeat is your favorite tune as you rest your tired head against his chest for a moment, staring out at the window behind the couch, “I hope those trees don’t get any bigger…might have to call someone to cut them down some especially when the bad weather kicks in.”

Dante follows your gaze but you can feel him shaking his head at you, “That mind of yours is always turning, huh? Just relax and look at all that we did already. That’s good enough for now, baby.”

“You’re right.” You sigh, pulling back as he twirls you underneath his arm, “Thanks for being here with me.”

Dante kisses your lips as soon as he brings you back into his chest, “No need to thank me. I love you and I want to be here.”

“I love you right back.” You wink just as the tempo of the music changes to upbeat.

You break out into some moves, chest bumping Dante who actually stumbles back in shock at what you were bringing out. You needed to dance any bad thought that tried to enter your mind and just live in the moment.

So you did as the both of you invited mama Torres onto the living room floor with you and the wide grin that spread over Dante’s face, let him know that his dance skills can never match up to you two but he tried anyway.

Across the street and through the trees, there’s glowing yellow eyes that awaken to watch the family of three in the brick house.

As soon as some headlights from a passing car shines towards the trees, a snarl can be heard from the creature in the night as they recoil into a blur back into the leaves.

HAVE YOU SEEN…?

DANTE TORRES

If you have any info contact: The Chicago Police Department — The Intelligence Unit.

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Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

#queued #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #hank voight #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #kim burgess #October prompts #spooky prompts #benjamin levy aguilar

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year 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."

#hailey upton x original character #hailey upton x oc #hailey upton x reader #hailey upton #chicago pd x oc #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #kim burgess #hank voight

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whoreforbuckybarnes · 3 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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heytaewrites · 9 months 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.

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