#detective dawson

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Antonio Dawson x Reader

TW: some implications of domestic abuse, and miscarriage (not a main theme)

Btw- reader is fem-coded but I kept it neutral with the story itself

The metal tip of the gun pressed against your temple was ice cold, making you squeeze your eyes shut. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the cold, but knowing that it was also a weapon capable of killing you within a millisecond was infinitely more uncomfortable. You simply squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of happy things to calm you down. Tears streaked down your cheek as the man above you said his name.

“Antonio Dawson.”

You shifted your weight slightly in the chair, letting out shaky breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. All you wanted was to be in his arms, and yet, here you were, tied to a chair, waiting to die.

-

“Hey (Y/N),” Antonio said, humming as he traced patterns along your back. “What do you think about kids?”

You hummed quietly as you listened to his heart beat against his chest. “Kids? Do you mean… in general? Or the thought of us having kids someday?”

“Well, I guess both?” He shrugged. “I would want kids. Would you?”

You sat up to look at his face, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a few.”

His hands moved up to hold your waist, gently pulling you back down into a soft kiss, humming and holding you close.

-

You’d been in college at the time. Antonio had been going through some hardships with the police academy. He felt he had to prove himself every day just to stay there. With you, he had nothing to prove. But, the distance was difficult, seeing as you attended college elsewhere in Illinois. It was a couple hours drive and not one you made often. Inevitably, you had drifted apart, and he had found someone new.

-

“I-I don’t understand,” you murmured into the pay phone. “Toni, what is happening right now?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I just… I don’t feel it anymore. Not having you around is so hard.”

“It’s only for a few years, and I come back every couple months, Toni.”

You could hear a long sigh on the other end of the phone, one of remorse. “Look, (Y/N), it’s just hard. It’s not working for me. I don’t have you with me to support me here and I can’t support you there. And, look, I met someone else and…”

Tears welled in your eyes. “And she…” You swallowed hard, nearly holding your breath as you thought of the man you loved with another. “She can give you everything you need… Everything you want… Right away.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I haven’t cheated on you. We haven’t done more than flirt. But if it goes any farther, it would make me a dishonest man. I won’t do that to you. I’d rather just… officially end it.”

A soft sob escaped your lips and for the first time in your life, you felt truly helpless and hopeless. You simply hung up the phone after a few moments of silence, stumbling back to your dorm, overwhelmed by emotions.

-

Laura, who he had gone on to marry and have children with instead of you, divorced him two years ago. At least, that’s what you had heard through mutual friends.

You let out a ragged breath at the thought of his ex-wife, and how he had two wonderful children, just like he’d always wanted. Despite the hardships of the divorce, he was still their father.

The gun was pressed deeper into the skin on your temple and you whimpered. “Please,” was the only word you could muster, voice barely a whisper.

“Shut up,” the man holding the gun huffed. “Dawson, do you really want her to die?”

“You’re surrounded,” Antonio’s familiar voice cut through the darkness. “Give yourself up and turn the hostage over.”

The hostage.

His words were like a slap in the face. As if he didn’t even know who you were. You knew it was probably some kind of protocol or mind game, to not show weakness, but it hurt your heart. You weren’t anything but a hostage in that moment. It reminded you of the last time you saw Antonio, when he worked the beat.

-

You were breathing deeply to calm yourself, waiting for the distant sirens to grow closer. You listened to the consistent noise they made, trying to level your breathing with the pitch of the tone. Biting your busted lip as your friend sat beside you, you realized what had just happened and put your head in your hands, beginning to sob again.

The officers arrived first on scene, but when you looked up, you saw him get out of the passenger seat. “Oh great,” you muttered softly, again letting your head sink back into your hands.

“What is it?” Your friend asked as Antonio approached the two of you.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, a tone that he used to use with you all the time as he knelt on the step below yours. “You alright?”

When you didn’t respond, your friend chimed in. “Just a busted lip and black eye, I think. It was self defense.”

“I’m not a judge or jury,” Antonio replied with a shake of his head as you looked up. “I’m just here to make sure everyone’s alright and to take a report.”

You swallowed hard as your eyes met his. He seemed genuinely concerned, as if wanting to reach out and touch you, but couldn’t.

“I-I didn’t mean it,” you said softly, shaking your head. “He… He was going to hurt my baby…”

Antonio looked you over, then nodded. He hid his surprise well, but hummed. “We’ve got an ambulance on the way to check you out. Make sure they know. Did he hit you in the abdomen?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, swallowing hard once more as you relived the nightmare that had only been about thirty minutes prior. “I’m scared, Antonio…” All you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. You wanted to lunge forward into his arms and sob into his chest, and tell him how much you loved and missed him.

But you couldn’t.

-

Of course Antonio didn’t want to acknowledge you. You were nothing to him now. Despite his wife divorcing him, there was no reason he should still hold any feelings in his heart for you. He had kids with her, not you. You had lost the one child you did have, a child conceived out of lust, and illegitimate. You had loved her nevertheless, but she died before she even had the chance to live.

You started to sob softly as all of these thoughts, feelings, and images crashed through you like waves hitting the beach. The man above you growled, not expecting you to burst into sobs, bringing the pistol up to hit you. You didn’t care.

The next thing you heard was a gunshot, and you cried out in agony, not knowing what was happening in the darkness around you. Your ears rang from the echoing shot, but you soon found that you weren’t dead or even injured from the gun. Suddenly, you were free from the bonds and wrapped up in someone’s arms, still sobbing. You could barely breathe, but when his scent hit your nose, you knew exactly whose arms you were in.

You were paralyzed as he just held you, barely able to breathe. As your ears cleared from the ringing, you heard several voices around you, but you couldn’t make out anything specific in the commotion. Antonio held you tightly until you calmed down, which seemed like hours later. You finally were able to catch your breath and he pulled away, putting a gentle hand to your cheek. “Hey,” he said softly. “You alright?”

You heard his words, just like when you were on your front stoop beside your friend. You couldn’t speak, just shaking your head and pushing your forehead into his shoulder, taking in shallow breaths. He rubbed your back, holding you until the ambulance arrived.

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

see everybody moved on. we're on what? season 11 now? but I stayed here. I stayed with antonio dawson. and jon seda is a great actor and I love him. and I love antonio. editing the latino character to reggaeton. how original.

[rechicken-and-waffles]

Been thinking about this movie again so I made art of it 🐭🔎

[rainnydayzz]

DAMN YOU @bajingoarts DAMN YOU

Y’all their stuff is so amazing I can’t even- and CRIPES THEIR WRITING-

Pic below is a spoiler for their A03 fic, Year of The Rat, that you should definitely if you love The Great Mouse Detective but don’t think it was gay enough. (Because let’s face it, basil and Ratigan were FRUITY AF) (also the fic has warnings as well but it is for a mature audience) :)

[nonsensology]

Sometimes I like to daydream about my ideal Disneyland, which would feature a Mysteryland that includes a Gravity Falls area, an attraction based on Great Mouse Detective, and a 1920s murder mystery version of Haunted Mansion. More details about Mysteryland (and links to the rest of my ideal Disneyland) can be found here.

Mood Music: "Grim Grinning Ghosts" (Dance Party version) and "Are You Brave Enough (for Halloween)?"

[holmesiansource]

THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE (1986) dir. John Musker, Dave Michener, Ron Clements

[triple-pupil]

Because I think he deserves both sides of the coin.

[egosketch]

smile everyone!

[melon4brian]

Olivia only meet him for less than a minute and already want out

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective: NOW POSTED!

It is finally posted! @creativeimagination206 and I have edited it and made it even better for all of you lovely people!

I am so excited to share this work. If you're new here, let me tell you about it: It's about an interim detective in Voight's unit who will NOT stop quoting memes!

You can find the full synopsis below the cut, along with the link. I really hope you love it, and please feel free to leave us feedback either here, in my DMs, in my inbox, or on AO3!

Detective Katelyn Meyers was “highly recommended” by Trudy Platt, but when Voight meets her for the first time, he has no idea he is in for a wild ride.

Everywhere he turns, she’s there, and has something to say. Typically, these quips don’t make sense to Voight, who has no idea what a meme or vine is. But to Adam, Jay, and others, it is hilarious to watch their Sergeant be tortured to his breaking point by a young detective. She not only continuously quotes memes and vines, but she helps them solve the case. She is a great detective, who nobody can figure out, and it drives Voight to the point of (almost literal) insanity.

Will Voight ever understand what a meme is? Will he be able to intimidate Katelyn and make her back off? Or will she call his bluff and stare him down? Will he actually go insane? Read on to find out.

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Oh no Padraic, from the Bi-Queer Polycule-d family member you instantly deyassificated into the cringe uncle

This wholly started from this drawing

Also i must say the second panel came to my mind after that scene from Ice Age with Manny menacingly asking Sid to pooopy check the baby

[rechicken-and-waffles]

So… uhhh… yeahh.. I really like The Great Mouse Detective 🐭🔎

[wisen-widdyarts]

He definitely has cross dressed more than once for undercover on his cases. Pray Mrs. Judson never finds out what happened to her lipstick-

[soulsbear]

Great mouse detective concept art found in They Drew as they Pleased Vol: 5!

[holmesiansource]

THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE (1986) dir. John Musker, Dave Michener, Ron Clements

[triple-pupil]

Grieving post-ending.

Gift to @doodzoodz.