So I’m in quarantine now, so please send plenty of requests.

You can send requests for literally anything (I’ll see if I can write it) or ask questions. :)

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@fabyoliveira1999

Antonio Dawson x reader

A/n: I know it isn’t really like the request, but this is what I made out of it.

Words: 914

Summary: You struggle after giving birth and Antonio is there to make you feel better

Warnings: postpartum depression

You sat on the couch scrolling through Instagram as you felt yourself wishing to look like all of those healthy, skinny new super moms. You liked your body, you really did. It reminds you that you are human, especially after you gave birth to your baby girl, but just a little part inside of you wasn’t really happy with the way you looked. Always being afraid anyone was talking about you or that the pictures that were taken of you, were making you seem ugly or fat.

That people were able to look through your clothes and see all the stretch marks and scars you had. It makes you feel uneasy. 

Why does everybody in this world always have to say something about the way others look? Why can’t most people be the way they are? You heard your little girl crying in the room next door, so you stood up to get to her.

Not even three months ago, she was still I’m your belly, protected from the cruel world.

You felt shame because you couldn’t bring yourself to wear your old clothes anymore or go out with your friends. Your hair is a mess, bags under your eyes and you were probably smelling really bad too. 

As you picked up the little Dawson to feed her you started to feel very insecure about your boobs as well. Afraid that Antonio wasn’t going to like you anymore. 

It made you feel stupid to even think that.

“Hey honey it’s okay” She was fussing a little and you were doubting yourself.

Were you even a good mother? Did she even like you?

After a while she was quiet again and you gently laid her back inside the bed.

Knowing that Antonio would be back any second, you went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It felt great to feel the droplets of warm water running down your tired and dry skin. Almost relaxing as if it could make every problem vanish. But that didn’t last long, soon everything was catching up to you again and the tears started to spill. You knew about postpartum depression but you didn’t want to admit that you might have been one of so many women suffering from it.

After a while you left the shower and looked into the mirror. 

Looking back at you was someone you barely recognized. You felt so weak.

“Babe I’m home, can I come in?” You heard Antonio ask from outside the door. He was worried because he knew you were having trouble accepting the current situation. He talked with Gabby about it, and she told him that all you needed was him being there for you. He thought it would be good to get back to work as fast as possible to not get caught up in financial struggles, but seeing you suffer so much in the last couple of days, made him take off a few more days.

“No, I’m getting dressed right now.” You choked out from inside the bathroom.

He heard your voice crack and knocked again.

“Babe, please let me in.” Now he was really on edge, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

You quickly dried off the tears and put on a towel as you opened the door.

As you looked up you were met by a worried looking Antonio.

“Y/n” He started, seeing your red puffy eyes.

“Baby…” He quickly went and gave you a hug. 

“ ‘Tonio, I don’t think I’m okay,” you whispered.

It hurt him to hear you say those words.

“Talk to me y/n, please.” He pleaded with you.

“I…I can’t do this. I don’t feel confident the way I am right now, everything sucks and I can barely bring myself to do basic human hygiene. Seeing all those people being perfect mothers after giving birth is just making it worse.” Now you were a sobbing mess.

He slowly moved you backwards back into the bathroom right in front of the mirror. 

“Y/n look up at the mirror, please.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, Antonio standing behind you. 

“What do you see?” He asked you.

“Me?” You didn’t know where he was going with this. 

“No there’s more than that. I see a strong, independent and amazing woman. The best mother for my child and so fucking hot. I live everything about you. Every single stretch mark reminds me of how you are the mother of my child. Every scar reminds me that you don’t stop when it hurts and you keep fighting. You’re so fucking amazing, beautiful and talented. You have the talent to make me laugh even when I’m in a bad mood and you make me smile, just thinking about you. You make me look forward to coming home every day. Y/n Dawson, I love you so fucking much. And I want you to know that you’re so strong and you’re doing an amazing job, don’t give up just yet. I’m here and I’ll help you. ”

His words really meant the world to you. You appreciated every single one that came out of his mouth. 

“Thank you.” You said.

“For what?”

“For making me feel better” You smiled at him. It  was a tired smile, but it was a smile after all.

“No need to thank me. Now go and take a good long nap while I take care of our little girl." 

This was the first step to a long recovery…

I know this is shitty, but pls tell me how you think is was. Feel free to send requests:)

@fabyoliveira1999

Antonio Dawson x reader

Words: 2074

Summary: You got hurt on a case and Antonio finally confesses his feelings.

You were Antonio’s partner and together you two went through thick and thin. But you knew there couldn’t be more between you guys. You were just friends and Antonio made that clear. After his divorce, he often came to you for advice and you were always there for him. He told you that he didn’t know if he could ever really love someone again, after his ex broke his heart like that. Now this was almost two years ago and you two grew closer. But of course you respected his privacy and didn’t want to push things.

“We got a new lead on Dunkins. I’m about to meet with my informant right now.” You told the group as you grabbed your jacket.

“Okay, try to get as much information as possible. I don’t wanna spend another day without this bastard being behind bars.” Voice told you.

After that you made your way downstairs and passed Trudy’s desk. 

“Hey y/ln, you got a letter.” She said as she handed you the envelope.

“Weird, you know who reached it in?” You were wondering.

“No, but if you find out, please tell them that this isn’t a post office.” You could already see that Trudy wasn’t in a good mood, so you just let her be.

You gave her a small smile, took the letter and left the lobby.

You really wanted to open the envelope now but you were already late to the meeting, so you just shoved it into the glove box and started the car.

Usually Voight didn’t like his people to go somewhere alone, but he always made an exception for meetings with the informants.

After your meeting you had some really important information you needed to share immediately. 

So you hurried up the stairs and exited the bullpen.

“Anything good y/ln?” Voight asked you as he saw you entering.

Now all the attention was on you.

“Yes. My CI had information about a deal that was going to be tonight. Not only Dunkin is going to be there but also Roberts.”

“Roberts, as in the guy we tried to find last year?” Jay asked you.

“Yeah exactly this guy. He stayed low after he found out the police were after him. Left Chicago immediately under a fake name and continued dealing elsewhere. Now he’s back and it seems like this is our chance to catch two big fish at once.” You pulled out a picture of Roberts and hung it on the whiteboard. 

“Where is this meeting going to be?” Voight asked you.

“At some downtown club. Seems like Dunkin owns this place, so we have to be extra prepared. But my CI said he likes to have strangers watch the deals, it gives him kind of power, knowing if it goes down,he can drag innocent people in it too.” You didn’t really want to think about all the people he involved in his deals. How scared they must be. 

“What kind of strangers?” Adam now asked.

“Mostly groups of girls or only one, but sometimes also couples. He picks out the shy people who stay back. This guy’s a pure psychopath, he gets off on seeing people scared.”

“Alright, we’re going in undercover. Y/ln and Burgess, I want you two in there as two friends just trying to have fun. Get him to invite you back.

"Halstead, you and Upton watch them closely. Make sure nothing bad happens. This can become really dangerous. I want Dawson with me and Atwater and Ruzek to stay at the backside of the club. Understood?”

“Yessir” came from all directions.

You just put on your dress when Antonio came into the locker room.

“You think this is a good idea?” He asked you.

“You got a better one? This is our only chance, ‘Tonio.” You turned your back towards him and looked into the mirror while he stood behind you to zip up your dress. You felt his touch on your back and shivered. 

“I just want you to be safe, can’t lose another good friend of mine.” He told you.

Wow that hurt, you thought to yourself.

“You know I will.” You told him as you padded his shoulder and left the locker room.

“There’s a microphone in the necklace, we will hear everything you say, once you turn it on. To turn it on you just have to open the locket one time, open it another time it’s turned off again. Understood?” The tech guy asked you.

“Yeah.”

“ I want you two to be careful. We can’t send you in there with guns but just know that we’re close by. Say 'monkey’ for us to an entrance” Voice told you as you and Kim got in the Car.

“Okay let’s go.” You took one more breath as you drove away.

Antonio was worried, in the last couple of months he really started to develop feelings for you, but he wouldn’t act one them yet. He was too afraid of rejection. 

Knowing you would go into the lion’s cave unharmed, made his stomach drop. 

“She’ll be fine Antonio.” Adam said as he appeared next to him. Even though you were oblivious to Antonio’s feelings, he wasn’t. He knew how much you two cared for each other and he noticed your face redden everytime you two were a little too close. 

“I know”

——

The mission was going great so far. Kim and you stayed at the bar away from the dancefloor where you could see Jay and Hailey dancing. 

“When are you going to tell Dawson?” Kim suddenly asked.

“Tell him what though?” You looked at her.

You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Luckily you got saved by a man, dressed in black, strolling towards you.

You acted like you were nervously playing with your locket necklace. One time opening and shutting it, turning the hidden microphone on.

“Hello, ladies. Why are two beautiful girls like you sitting all alone at the bar?” The guy asked.

Kim and you chuckled before you went to answer.

“Because no one really made a move to make us feel less alone.” You played with your hair, pretending to be the shy girl from the perfect neighborhood. 

“Oh well, if it’s like that would you two like to keep me and my friends company and the VIP lounge?” He asked with a smug smile. You immediately knew this was one of Dunkin’s men.

“Depends if you are going to offer us some drinks,” Kim said.

“You ladies can bet on it.” So you two stood up and followed the man like two lost puppies.

As you entered the back area you were met by three tall men. 

“You didn’t tell us that your friends were so handsome.” Kim said. 

That made the men laugh out loud.

“Alright, how about someone get us six drinks?” With that you notified your team that there were four men with you at the moment.

The evening went one and the men made no efforts in hiding their stories. They told you about everything and the deal which wasn’t really smart. 

Just then another man entered the room. 

“Ah, James, you finally made it. Ladies, this is James Roberts. James, this is Sally and Kylie.” Dunkin said.

“Nice to meet you ladies. Dun, I got your stuff.” Roberts said.

He motioned for his men to bring it inside. They carried two large black boxes inside.

“This ladies is way better than money.” Dunkin said as he opened the boxes. Inside were bags full with cocaine. Kim laughed out loud.

“Don’t laugh so stupid, you sound like a money.” You said just then the doors flew open. 

“Chicago P.D. freeze” one of the team shouted. You couldn’t really register who shouted it, as shots rang through the air. 

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your right arm. A bullet had razed your shoulder and you felt all the color draining from your face. Sure you knew that being shot was part of the job, but it didn’t hurt less. 

The guys were able to get all of the criminals as they gave them over to the police patrols.

“Shit, y/n.” Antonio said as he saw blood on your dress and you trying to put pressure on the wound.

“It’s nothing, just gazed my shoulder.” You tried to restore him.

“But it looks like something. I’m taking you to med now.” He told you and you couldn’t do anything else than follow him.

The air outside was slightly cold and you cursed yourself for forgetting a jacked.

You turned off the mic and put the necklace back into the box it came off. As you two reached the ER, you got greeted by Maggie. 

“Oh god y/n are you okay?” She asked you, with a worried expression on her face.

“I’m fine, just got graced by a bullet. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“But it definitely is. Doctor Halstead” She shouted as she led you into one of the treatment rooms. 

“You look cold. I’ll try to get a jacket for you, while Will stitches up your wound.” She told you.

In the meantime Antonio took a seat on one of the chairs next to the bed.

“You don’t need to wait the whole time.” You told him because he looked really tired. 

“But I will, and I also will take you home once you’re dismissed.” You didn’t want to argue with him. 

Just then Will entered the room with a small smile one his face.

“To what do I deserve this pleasure?” He jokingly asked as he began to inspect the wound.

“It doesn’t look too deep so we should be fine with a few stitches.” He told you. 

But everybody in this room knew how much you hated stitches, they could see it on the grimace you wore on your face.

“Alright, if you have to. Get it over with.” You told him. 

Around half an hour later you were ready to fill out the discharge papers, thanked Maggie for the jacket she found you and were excited to finally be on the way back home.

The last couple of days were rough and you just wanted to be in your bed and sleep.

As you entered your apartment Antonio closed the door behind you.

“What did you think?” He suddenly asked.

“I’m sorry?" 

"How could you agree to Voight knowing they would have guns but you don’t." 

"You act like it was my fault.” You were becoming angry but Antonio was becoming furious.

“I mean it kinda was. You could have told him no, told him that you wanted a gun. But you just agreed because you’re too afraid to say no.”

“Oh wow. Why are you suddenly so mad?”

“Because you could have died. A little closer to your left and it wouldn’t have gazed your shoulder. It could have hit your heart, neck or elsewhere. And you didn’t even say that you were shot. I had to look at you bleeding to notice.” He shouted.

“God, 'Tonio, nothing serious happened. You act like I almost died. Why do you even care?” You shouted back.

“Because I fucking love you." 

This left you speechless. He loved you? 

"You what?” You softly whispered.

“I love you y/n y/ln. I always had but I just didn’t realize it.” He took a step closer to you.

Then another step and one more.

Now he was standing right in front of you.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I feel the same?” You slowly said.

That was all he needed before you felt his soft lips on yours.

You two put every emotion in this kiss. All the sadness, anger, but especially love.  Love that has been waiting to be expressed for months now.

He pulled you closer and led you towards the couch, not breaking contact once. But you wanted things to go slow, to actually enjoy this. So you broke apart, taking a few deep breaths. 

“ 'Tonio, I really want this,” You started.

“But?” He interrupted you.

“But I want to take things slow. Maybe go out first?” You suggested.

He left out a small laugh, still holding you in place.

“Alright. Y/n, would you go out with me?”

“I would love to.”

This was the beginning of a new chapter of your life’s.

Please tell me what you think about this one and feel free to send requests.

Chosen character (male) x reader (kinda)

In this story you can imagine any character.

It’s something that I wrote years ago and wanted to renew.

TW: suicide, sad….

Words: 705

I don’t know what happened. Everything seemed fine, he seemed fine. And now I’m sitting here in our shared bed, all alone because he left me. He’s gone. He took his own life away. Away from me, from his family and from his friends. I found him dead, no life left in him, not moving, nothing, only the empty bottle of pills lying next to him. He left a note behind, lying on the bathroom counter with my name written on it. I wasn’t able to read it. Not because I didn’t know how to read, but just because my heart couldn’t take it. My heart was shattered into many small pieces, that took me a while to get back in place.

And five years after his death, I was finally brave enough to open the note, that was addressed to me.

——

I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, my hands were shaking and the anxiety was rising up. No one would ever be able to explain the emotions I was feeling. It was his handwriting and that made it worse, that made it real.

Slowly I stated to read.

——-

My love,

I’m sorry I’m not strong enough to take all of this.

I can’t do this anymore, all the stress, all these expectations people have of me, it’s just too much.

I know I tried it before, and thankful to you, I didn’t finish what I started.

You came into my life and turned my world around and showed me, what living means.

From making me wake up before sunrise just because you wanted to watch it together, to falling asleep on the beach and getting sunburned, to staying up all night, watching the stars and telling each other stories.

All of that were reasons why I stayed longer than I wanted.

You took me to see cities I only was able to dream of visiting, made me try new kinds of food, and without you, I would have never found my passion for sushi.

Seeing your eyes starting to sparkle as soon as we watched a movie with your favorite actor in it, even though I was a little jealous, to making our own little movies together.

You made me read all kinds of books and I remember you turning red the first time, you had to tell me that your favorite book was basically just porn written on paper.

But honey, you turning red so fast is one of my favorite things about you.

You get so shy and flustered and mad when I point it out.

I’m thankful for all of it.

I’m thankful for the happy moments we got to spend together and for the best memories of all time.

But even the best memories couldn’t really stop the emptiness, that always came back, from consuming me.

I feel so empty, no emotions left inside of me, well except one.

LOVE

More specific the love I feel for you and that I will always feel.

And I know it will hurt for a while, maybe a really long while, but I want you to go on with your life. To find someone else to share all the things that you like so much with. Someone, you can read with, show your favorite movies and watch the sunrise and sunset.

And nothing of this is your fault, you did all you could have done.

Don’t go too hard on yourself.

I will always watch over you and be with you, always and forever.

And don’t forget “Goodbyes aren’t forever”, we will see each other again and get a second chance, someplace we can both be happy.

I love you so much

My tears were slowly sliding down my cheek, so I had to close my eyes for just a second.

I closed the letter and put it aside, after that I sunk back into the comfortable bed.

I couldn’t believe that my love wasn’t enough for him to stay, but I also couldn’t be mad at him. He made this choice and maybe is happier than ever.

And he’s right, goodbyes aren’t forever, so I just have to fulfill his wishes and move forward, till we see each other again.

Either in heaven or in hell.

—–

Ok, after reading this again, it feels shitty.

I don’t know what to think about this one, so pls let me know your opinion.

Also please send me requests:)

Heyy, I’m thinking about writing my own fanficts. Feel free to send requests:)

I can write about:

- onechicago

-911

- euphoria

-vampire diaries/originals

-outer banks

- 13 reasons why

-MARVEL

-YOU

- and almost every other show on netflix…