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Line Without a Hook - Rafael Barba Imagine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader (Fem. Pronouns)

Word Count: 2650

A/N: Inspiration struck, perhaps a little OOC. Will probably go back later and edit. Just a little treat for everyone who misses Barba like I do.

10:56 PM.

There was not a doubt in Rafael’s mind that he would not be home until after midnight. This case had been excruciating--brutal, really. Everyone had been pushed to their breaking point. Blood, sweat, and tears were poured into this case.

And here Rafael was with a pen cap fastened between his teeth, struggling to write an opening argument. It all seemed trivial. That words had the power to make or break a month’s worth of hard work. And that all he could think about was going home to his partner.

He wouldn’t allow himself the privilege of a break until he finished his opening and prepped the summations, which was always his least favorite part. Tying everything together with a neat bow seemed to minimize the effort put into seeking justice. But it was his strong suit. There wasn’t a jury he couldn’t convince if given enough leeway during summations.

His mind wandered yet again, back to the person that was waiting for him. He knew she would still be waiting for him when he got home, undoubtedly doing work of her own. She found solace in the quiet of the night. She would sit at the dining table with papers scattered across the surface, highlighters uncapped, lukewarm tea cooling unforgotten.

Then there were her expressions. A furrowed brow while drafting a proposal. A lip bite accompanied by pensive tapping on the table. Her head slowly moving to the beat of the music that was playing from the speaker in the corner of the room. An exasperated sigh escaping as she typed another after-hours email. All of these things were the tiny details that Rafael loved noticing, learning, anticipating.

Finally, Rafael caved and placed a long-awaited phone call.

“Raf,” she answered, voice as tender as kiss goodbye.

“Cariño,” he replied, feeling a million times better just knowing she was on the opposite end of the line.

“When will you be home?” He could hear her trying to hide a yawn behind the scenes.

“Not any time soon.”

“Rafael, please take care of yourself,” she pleaded, yet it was to no avail. She knew this.

“I have to finish this prep, Cariño.” He could hear her eyes roll from across the line, “I bet you’re still doing work, too.”

“That’s none of your business,” she retorted, with a guilty shift in energy.

“Take care of yourself,” he repeated, “I’ll be home soon. Don’t wait up.”

“I love you.”

His heart grew full, “I love you more.”

Rafael ended the call, reclining in his leather chair. He had been overcome by love, both for his partner and for the way his life had been going lately. Despite the monstrosities he witnessed at work, everything had been going well. Even then, he enjoyed working with his coworkers; they acted as a support system, making the job a little more bearable.

Then there was his love life. For once, everything was going right. He felt loved, supported, and capable of doing the same for his partner. It had been too long since he had that privilege. He knew too well the outcomes of a loveless life and he was trying desperately to escape them. Deep down, he understood that he didn’t deserve that.

But there were times where he thought he didn’t deserve the love he had stumbled into. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would have fallen in love with the girl from the bar.

The rain had finally let up outside, encouraging a few stragglers to clear the bar. Rafael remained, nursing a scotch on the rocks, muttering to himself about the news on the television overhead. It was a bunch of nonsense about the news anchor he and the SVU squad had just charged. He couldn’t listen much longer.

A gust of wind hit as the door to Forlini’s opened; it sent shivers down Rafael’s back. Inquisitively, Rafael turned to see the person who just waltzed into the bar. Much to his surprise, it was a beautiful woman. He smirked and returned to his drink, secretly hoping that she would find her way to the bar.

She did just that, taking a seat two stools down from Rafael. He continued to watch the television, discreetly listening to her conversation with the bartender. Small talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Aside from her order--a vodka cranberry.

“Will you get a load of this idiot?” She chirped, scoffing at the story of the news anchor. Her head was tilted in Rafael’s direction.

He took a moment to answer, pausing to make sure she was directing her remarks towards him.

“He’s surely a handful,” Rafael replied.

Just then, his face appeared on the television screen. They had played his interview on the courthouse steps. He had been ambushed by the press, and even though he delivered better than most, it was not his best work. He silently thanked the Lord that the sound was off.

“Is that you?” She asked, spinning in her seat to face Rafael.

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s a shame, you look better in person,” she tisked, taking another sip of her drink.

Rafael couldn’t respond out of awe. No, that wasn’t the right word. He couldn’t respond because he was flustered. That was a first.

“Sorry, it’s the vodka talking,” she retracted, making a face that suggested she was embarrassed.

“No, I’m flattered. It’s not everyday the pretty girl at the bar tells me how attractive I look while sulking alone.”

“This is your version of sulking? Sitting at a bar surrounded by a bunch of people?”

“Perhaps,” he smirked, “Rafael,” he offered his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was named after a comic book character, please don’t give my parents that kind of credit,” she laughed. It was contagious, infecting Rafael with an affliction that could not be easily cured. Not without an exchange of numbers and a couple of dates.

The memories of their first meeting flooded Rafael’s mind. It further distracted him from the task at hand. But how could he not think of the most impactful night of his life? Screw graduating from law school or getting promoted; nothing could top falling in love with Y/N.

Nothing could top her love. From the little notes she dropped in Rafael’s briefcase to the silent support she offered when Rafael was not strong enough to ask for it. That’s when his mind wandered even farther, thinking back to the night he decided he was in love with Y/N.

Rafael sat on the couch in a near-catatonic state. He couldn’t muster enough energy to move. His mind kept circling back to the horrors he had witnessed over the past 24 hours. In his ten years, never once had a case hit him this hard. It just cemented the callousness of man, something he had been trying to deny for so long. There was no such thing as a good person.

There was a knock at the door, a sound that should have startled him. Instead he was too lost in thought to react. He simply got up from the couch and headed to the door, only to be greeted by Y/N on the other side.

“Rafael,” she mused, before noticing the hurt behind his eyes, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She invited herself in, dropping her overnight bag by the door. Concern washed over her.

Rafael tried to speak but no words came out. He couldn’t find the right thing to say. His choices were to expose Y/N to the horrors of his job or simply keep it bottled up. His choice was the latter; he couldn’t bear the thought of unloading this grief on her.

“Raf, please talk to me,” she quietly pleaded.

He did not respond. Instead, he made his way to the couch, taking a seat in the same spot he had been sulking in for the past three hours.

Y/N followed without command. She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her hands gently around his arm. She placed a kiss on his cheek. It made Rafael’s heart jump, yet he still remained silent.

But that didn’t deter Y/N. She remained glued to his side, occasionally laying a gentle kiss on him or drawing circles on his bicep. She didn’t push; she knew better than that. Still, just her presence brought Rafael to his knees.

After an hour or so, Rafael could feel her heartbeat slow. He could see her eyes fluttering shut from the corners of his.

“I love you,” he whispered, hoping that she wouldn’t hear. Rafael felt guilty saying those words for the first time in such a terrible state.

“I love you more,” she replied, drifting into a slumber in his arms.

Rafael knew this could never be true.

The hands on the clock seemed to turn at an unprecedented pace, yet Rafael had gotten little done. It all seemed pointless. There had to be more to life than this. Hours spent in some poorly-lit office drinking dirt flavored coffee, waiting for his mind to stop running a marathon so he could focus. Watching people suffer everyday for some little bit of justice. Doubting the existence of good in the world with every passing moment.

But the thing he couldn’t stand was being away from the love of his life. For such a pointless endeavor. It was pointless, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Not anymore. Not with the prospect of love sitting right in front of him. In that moment, he decided to be the most spontaneous he had ever been.

He whipped open the bottom left drawer of his desk, pulled out a copy of his resignation letter, signed it, and placed it in the mailbox of his boss. He grabbed his jacket, briefcase, and cellphone before practically running to the lobby of Hogan Place. By a stroke of sheer luck, a taxi had been idling outside. Rafael got into the taxi without hesitation--or permission--and called out the address to the apartment he had shared with Y/N. Getting to their front door was his only objective.

As he settled into the taxi, he reached inside of his briefcase and felt a small item lodged at the bottom. Rafael quizzically pulled it out, determining that it was cube-shaped. As it was illuminated by the passing streetlights, he recognized it instantly. And that’s where he decided to make the best decision of his life.

“Mami, are you going to be okay if I’m gone for two weeks on vacation?” Rafael asked, changing a lightbulb in his mother’s apartment.

It was a Saturday which meant it was his day to do chores around his mother’s apartment, with much reluctance on behalf of Lucia, while Y/N went through her laminated chore checklist back at their apartment. Rafael had come straight from his office, totally forgetting his to-dos. Until Y/N reminded him--a pretty common occurrence.

“I promise, Mijo,” she said, taking his hand and guiding him down the step stool, “I’m just happy you’re taking time off.”

“Me too,” he sighed, a wave of bliss flooding his mind as he thought of going to Greece with Y/N. He’s dreamt of her sunburnt cheeks and wine-stained lips since the moment he bought the tickets.

“It seems like an awfully romantic vacation. Have you thought about asking yet?” Lucia hinted, pointing to her ring finger.

Rafael didn’t want to say ‘yes.’ He didn’t want to let her know that he had been planning it since their six-month anniversary. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved.

“I’ve considered it,” he teased, “but Greece is too cliche. She wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“You underestimate her, Rafi. She loves you.”

“And I love her. More than anything.”

Lucia scoffed, furrowing her brow in disgust.

“Besides you, Mami,” he sang, pulling her in for a hug,

While in Rafael’s arms, Lucia slyly removed a small box from her pocket and slipped it into Rafael’s briefcase. It was his grandmother’s ring, the one she always talked about leaving for him. The one she made sure to mention everyday she was sick. Lucia would never forget something that important.

Rafael grabbed his belongings with haste, basically throwing $50 at the cab driver, telling him to keep the tip. He slammed the door behind him, jogging to the apartment elevators. He was too lost in thought to greet the doorman or the security guard at the front desk. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.

The elevator couldn’t come fast enough--Rafael tapped his foot anxiously, cursing the damned thing. As soon as it opened, he pushed the 8th floor button at least ten times. He felt a rush of nausea, excitement, fear run over him. The elevator dinged and Rafael ran, rummaging through his pockets for his keys.

He opened the door as fast as he could, revealing Y/N calmly making a cup of tea in the kitchen. Lamplight illuminated the living room. Her laptop was opened to a document, purple and yellow sticky notes scattered on the table. 2000s Pop Hits playing in the background. He had captured her in her natural element; he was witnessing the essence of Y/N.

“Baby, it’s midnight,” he spoke, calmer than he had been all day.

“I know, but I was in the zone. I thought you wouldn’t be home tonight,” she answered, walking over to place a kiss on his lips, before strolling back to the kitchen to stop the whistling kettle.

Rafael’s heart was beating out of his chest. His hands were shaking, mind racing. This was it. This felt right.

“Y/N?”

“What’s up, babe?” She gently blew on her tea to cool it down.

“I quit my job today.”

Y/N almost did a spit, “I’m sorry, what?” She exclaimed.

“I couldn’t do it anymore. It broke me, Y/N.” He sighed, walking to her side, “There are better things in life than case briefs and court.”

Y/N was shocked but supportive, “Well, I’m glad you’re finally free. Why don’t you get ready for bed and sleep for the first time in a decade?” She laughed, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“There’s one more thing,” Rafael said, reaching into his pocket and for the emerald box that housed his grandmother’s ring,

Rafael expected the words to escape him; he hadn’t prepared anything in the taxi. These weren’t summations, he needed guidance.

But that didn’t stop him.

“Y/N, you made me realize that I don’t want to live my life circling the drain and going through the motions. You have brought color to my black and white life. The joy you bring me everyday is immeasurable. Every second I spend away from you makes me feel like the world is ending. I can’t live without you, Y/N. That’s why I’m asking you-” Rafael began to bend his knee before Y/N cut him off.

“Yes! You don’t even have to ask. Yes, yes, yes!” She exclaimed, a tear already sliding down her cheek.

Rafael pulled out his grandmother’s golden ring from the box and slipped it on Y/N’s finger with extra care, as if she was made of glass. Tears had formed in his eyes as well, seeing the ring that reminded him so much of the other most important lady in his life. The most romantic person he had ever met.

“I love you, Y/N. I wish I could have given you a better proposal, but I couldn’t wait,” he chuckled, once again admiring how well the ring hugged her fingers.

“If you waited any longer, I was going to ask you,” she laughed, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go to bed,” she whispered, placing a kiss on Rafael’s neck.

#rafael barba imagine #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #barba #loml #imagine #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu imagine #law and order special victims unit imagine

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Headcanons for Being Best Friends then Dating Kelly Severide

Kelly is an affectionate softie when it comes to the people he loves

So when you became friends years ago, you quickly became used to his constant touch and childish giggles

And his suggestive comments that boarded on flirting

All of this was just the way you had come to know Kelly

Being his best friend meant that you always had the comfort of knowing he would always be there for you, and he knew that he could always confide in you

After a tough case or a breakup, you would comfort Kelly, petting his head as it laid in your lap

Occasionally, he’d look up at you with his deep blue eyes and it would stop your heart

But for the most part, you had never thought of Kelly as anything other than your best friend who likes to be a daredevil but also loves to be babied

Your feelings became clear on a random Tuesday afternoon

You had moved into a new apartment and asked Kelly to help you paint on his day off. Of course, he happily obliged, especially after you threatened to ask Matt if he didn’t help

You powered through and finished the whole apartment within five hours, but it was exhausting

You grabbed your water bottle and laid on the kitchen floor. Kelly soon joined you, laughing at your dramatic streak

“It wasn’t that bad,” he said. Before you could reply, he grabbed his thumb and wiped your cheek, “You have a little paint right here.”

It was a simple gesture but it ignited your soul. That was when you realized that you were in love with Kelly Severide

That moment occupied your mind for the next week. How could you fall in love with your best friend?

Kelly noticed a shift in your demeanor the next time you hung out. He couldn’t figure out what you were thinking, but he knew that your mind was somewhere other than focusing on the movie you had been watching

He hit the pause button and turned to face you, “What is up with you lately, Y/N? You’re in another dimension”

You were caught off guard, which left you without time to formulate a proper excuse. You just replied, “I’m fine.”

He refused to accept your answer and kept pushing for the truth, relentlessly at that

“FINE!” You conceded, “but you have to promise that you won’t stop being my friend after what I say next.” He nodded, adding that he would never stop being your friend

You told him how you felt and that somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with him. It was never your intention, it just happened

In true Kelly fashion, he responded with a kiss and a cheesy grin, “Took you long enough”

The next night, he took you on the best first date imaginable

Within a month, he introduced as his girlfriend to everyone at the station

Of course, bets were made on how long it would take you two to get together. Mouch won.

Eventually you would get married and have kids, but not without a few obstacles along the way

Regardless of the challenges life threw at you two, everyday with Kelly feels like a fairytale

A fairytale where you worry about how far the prince will go but are immediately comforted when he comes home, places a kiss on your forehead, and assures you everything will be alright

#kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide headcanon #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire headcanon #headcanon #kelly is a baby I kinda love him

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

Imagines

✦ SVU ✦

Never Really Over (Part Two) - Rafael Barba (*Blue Bloods Crossover)

Goodnight Kiss - Rafael Barba

Midnight - Rafael Barba

Sunday Dinner - Mike Dodds (*Blue Bloods Crossover)

First Time for Everything - Sonny Carisi

Hope - Sonny Carisi

Marry Me - Sonny Carisi

Family - Peter Stone

I Could Kiss You - Peter Stone

Sleeves - Olivia Benson

Protector - Olivia Benson

Untitled Soulmate!AU - Amanda Rollins

Paws - Squad

✦ Chicago PD ✦

Stubborn - Adam Ruzek

Ginger Ale - Jay Halstead

Pink Cheeks and Parties - Jay Halstead

✦ Chicago Med ✦

Pillow Talk - Connor Rhodes

Friend or Foe - Will Halstead

✦ Chicago Fire ✦

✦ Criminal Minds ✦

Coincidences - Aaron Hotchner (*SVU Crossover - kinda)

Heart Skips a Beat - Aaron Hotchner

Something More - Luke Alvez

✦ Hawaii Five-0 ✦

When We Were Young - Steve McGarrett

Romance is Alive and Well - Steve McGarrett

Admiration - Danny Williams

✦ Blue Bloods ✦

You’re My Home - Jamie Reagan

Lazy Days - Jamie Reagan

Three Little Words - Jamie Reagan

✦ Misc. ✦

No Bishop Left Behind - Ellie Bishop (NCIS)

Sweet Pea - Chris LaSalle (NCIS: NOLA)

Headcanons

✦ SVU ✦

Jealous - Rafael Barba

Morning Routines - Rafael Barba

Having a Quiet S/O - Rafael Barba

Dating - Sonny Carisi

Dating While He’s a Baseball Player - Peter Stone

Being Pregnant with Peter’s Baby - Peter Stone

Being Married to Peter - Peter Stone

✦ Chicago PD ✦

Finding Out You Used to be a Cheerleader - Jay Halstead

Partners - Antonio Dawson

✦ Chicago Med ✦

Being Best Friends - Connor Rhodes

Connor Asking You Out - Connor Rhodes

Dating Will and Working at the Hospital - Will Halstead

Cuddling - Jeff Clarke

Being Best Friends - Jeff Clarke

✦ Chicago Fire ✦

Friends to Lovers - Kelly Severide

Having a Rough Pregnancy - Matt Casey

Work Father - Christopher Herrmann

✦ Criminal Minds ✦

Having a Wild S/O - Spencer Reid

Dating - Spencer Reid

Getting Hurt on a Case - Luke Alvez

✦ Hawaii Five-0 ✦

Being Younger and Having a Crush on Steve - Steve McGarrett

Dating Danny and Working on the Taskforce - Danny Williams

✦ Blue Bloods ✦

Dating Danny and Being Younger - Danny Reagan

Cuddling - Danny Reagan

Secretly Dating Jamie - Jamie Reagan

✦ Misc. ✦

Friendship - Peter Stone and Anna Valdez (Chicago Justice)

Riding Horses - Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

Cuddling - Dwayne Pride (NCIS: NOLA)

Dating - Dwayne Pride (NCIS: NOLA)

One Night Stand - Chris LaSalle (NCIS: NOLA)

Being in a Serious Relationship - Harvey Specter

Drabbles

✦ SVU ✦

Trapped in an Elevator - Rafael Barba

“What Are You so Happy About?” - Rafael Barba

“You’re Too Good for This World” - Sonny Carisi

Study Dates - Sonny Carisi

Always Be There for You - Amanda Rollins

“I’m Pregnant” - Nick Amaro

✦ Chicago PD ✦

Insecurities - Jay Halstead

✦ Chicago Med ✦

Secret Set Up - Connor Rhodes

“We Can Make it Through This” - Connor Rhodes

Ending Up in the Hospital - Will Halstead

Date Night - Ethan Choi and April Sexton

Injuries - Sarah Reese

Labor - Will Halstead and Natalie Manning

✦ Chicago Fire ✦

✦ Criminal Minds ✦

Kidnapped - Luke Alvez

“I’ll Keep You Safe” - Luke Alvez

How Punny - Luke Alvez

Moved On - Luke Alvez

✦ Hawaii Five-0 ✦

Wedding Day - Steve McGarrett

Labor - Danny Williams

Proposal - Danny Williams

✦ Blue Bloods ✦

“You’re Jealous, Aren’t You?” - Jamie Reagan

✦ Misc. ✦

Partnership - Antonio Dawson and Laura Nagel (Chicago Justice)

“You’re Jealous, Aren’t You?” - Peter Stone (Chicago Justice)

Stay the Night - Peter Stone and Anna Valdez (Chicago Justice)

Protective - Peter Stone and Anna Valdez (Chicago Justice)

We Don’t Have to Talk - Nick Torres (NCIS)

Comfort - Dwayne Pride (NCIS: NOLA)

Last Updated: 9/28/20

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Have you got a masterlist that you could link?? LOVE your writing!!

Hey! So I don’t have an updated masterlist as of yet, but I am working one and will reblog this w the link after I post it. In the meantime, I tag everything with the form of writing (ex: drabbles, imagines, etc,) the show, and the character (ex: jay halstead imagine or rafael barba x reader). Also, thank you ily!!!

#masterlist #faq #I promise that in some alternate dimension I update this blog regularly #I am trying #kinda

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Are you active?

So yes and no...... I am still writing, but with everything that is going on right now, I probably won’t be fully active and posting for a while. Hopefully, I’ll open up requests again!

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Could you do a request for having a son with either Kelly or Matt and the pregnancy is rough but they’re there for you the whole time ☺️

Headcanon for Having a Rough Pregnancy with Matt Casey

When you told Matt you were pregnant, he was over the moon. He called everyone he knew and told them the news. The whole firehouse was just as excited as him

He started bringing home toys and clothes that he saw in store windows-- “We had a call and I saw this at the store across the street,” he’d say, holding up a onesie with some ultra cheesy saying on it

You two were super excited to start your family; it’s all you had talked about from the day you got married

But a few months in, everything changed

You were admitted to the hospital after passing out in the grocery store. You told the doctors it was nothing, but they diagnosed you with preeclampsia and suggested that working from home while on bedrest may be the best option

Of course, Matt took this very seriously. He started taking more night shifts to ensure that you were in bed and well taken care of during the day

He would make you breakfast in the mornings, make you a cup of tea (with a side of cuddles) if you were cold, and he knew better than to come home without at least ice cream from the creamery down the street

If you were having a particularly rough day, he would just lay with you in bed, stroking your hair. He would research different parenthood things on the internet, occasionally showing you a Pinterest post about homemade baby food

He was undoubtedly the biggest teacher’s pet in your lamaze classes. He took notes

Sometimes you would catch him baby proofing things in late at night, especially if he had a bad day at work

He also developed an obsession with Amazon Prime. In just a one week period, he ordered: a Baby Brezza, two wipe warmers, a diaper genie, a six pack of baby socks, three blankets, and matching “Parent-to-Be” shirts for the two of you

Matt’s favorite thing to do was to decorate the nursery. You were adamant on helping, but as you got farther along, it became harder to do. So Matt gladly took over

When you felt your first contractions, you ignored them, chalking it up to gas or general discomfort. It wasn’t until they were three minutes apart that you called Matt

He was in the middle of a four alarm fire, so he couldn’t leave right away (even though Boden had given him permission to)

So when he arrived at the hospital, covered in soot, you were getting ready to push

He coached you through, reviewing the breathing techniques you learned in your lamaze classes

By the end of the excruciating process, the nurse handed you a beautiful baby boy. He had Matt’s blue eyes and your nose. He was perfect

And he had a record number of visitors waiting outside to meet the newest addition to the Casey family

#matt casey is the only person worth marrying #matt casey #chicago fire #chicago fire headcanon #headcanon #onechicago #matt casey headcanon #is this my first time writing for matt casey omg #request

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Headcanons for Reid having an S/O who's a genius like him but is a wild, hedonistic party girl?

Headcanon for Spencer Reid Having a Wild S/O

Oh, the irony! The irony that none of the BAU team would ever let Spencer live down

How could the planet’s biggest nerd fall for someone who parties at every opportunity they got?

Well, opposites attract. And the two of you are a match made in Heaven.

You met while Spencer was undercover at a local club. You immediately sensed something was up just by his body language and the fact that he did not look like your typical club-goer

So naturally, you decided to strike up a conversation, one which Spencer awkwardly tried to ignore. You were persistent and by the end, you had exchanged numbers

You agreed to meet Spencer for dinner on your first date and it was a nice opportunity to get to know one another, but afterwards, you were insistent on going somewhere “more lively”

Spencer is constantly worried that you might leave him for someone more fun, more interesting, more popular– but you think his random facts and rants about neolithic art were far more fascinating than any party. You two had extremely elaborate debates about things too

One time, you had a Lincoln Douglas debate about when the most influential era of history was. You won, but only because Spencer was tired and just wanted kisses

Although partying is a part of who you were and you’re not going to sacrifice a big part of you two make someone else happy. Spencer understood that fairly quickly

He recognized that partying wasn’t about drinking or drugs to you; it was a way to escape. When you’re caught in the rush of music, surrounded by friends and strangers alike, the worries of the world fade away. Instead, you’re living in the moment. It was better than any high

It was also a fun way to get Spencer out of his shell a bit. You took him to karaoke nights, bar trivia tournaments (which your team is currently undefeated 23-0) and even a silent disco-his favorite activity by far

You also took Penelope’s spot as the best party thrower on the team. She relinquished any party duties to you, although she still gives the best gifts

The best party you ever threw was for Spencer’s birthday two years ago. It was a space theme, with geographically-correct planet cupcakes and glow-in-the-dark cups. Everyone dressed as their favorite space-related character and you tried to compile a massive playlist of space songs, but by the end of the night, you were all singing “Piano Man” arm in arm

Although a party goer isn’t Spencer’s ideal type, you are perfect for each other. You show him the fun things in life, while he reminds you that sometimes it’s okay to settle down and take it slow

#spencer reid #spencer reid headcanon #criminal minds #criminal minds headcanon #headcanon #request

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writingdayandnight · 4 years

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Could I have a head cannon where jay finds out you use to be a cheerleader

Headcanon for Jay Halstead Finding Out You Used to Be a Cheerleader

You two were sitting at Molly’s with the rest of the team when the topic of high school came up

You were telling the story of when you pranked your cheer coach, which was undoubtedly your favorite memory

Jay stopped you mid story -- “You were a cheerleader?”

“Yeah, from fifth to twelfth grade” and you continued on with your story

Although Jay couldn’t shake the new bit of information he had just learned about you. You were totally not the cheerleader type

“A cheerleader?” He mumbled underneath his breath on the walk home

“Yes, a cheerleader,” you answered, annoyed that he kept bringing it up

“Can you show me some moves?”

You slapped his arm, offended that he would even ask. You weren’t an acrobat or gymnast, you just stood on the sidelines of football games and shouted some cheers.

It was a fun thing to do; you were with your friends, it was a constructive way to let out some energy, and it looked good on a college application. Plus, the competitions were the best times of your life.

So to answer Jay’s question, you simply began reciting your team’s signature chant

“I told you I was just a cheerleader.”

Years down the road, when your daughter was old enough to join the cheer team, you offered to be the coach. You even enlisted the help of Jay to come up with some creative ways to teach

He loved being involved, especially because it was obvious that your daughter was going to follow in your footsteps

Also picture this: Jay in a whole bunch of school spirit attire (face paint on his cheek,) learning how to tie your daughter’s hair in ponytail w/ her cheerleading bow, and coaching her from the stands every time the team scores a touchdown. He’s a little league cheer dad!!!

#corny dad!jay is my favorite #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead headcanon #onechicago #chicago pd #chicago pd headcanon #headcanon #request

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Good night , I am fan of OneChicago especially Med. My head canon is April Sexton and Ethan Choi aka Chexton. May you write a story or Drabble about them ? Thanking you in advance

Today had been a successful day for both Ethan and April. Every case had a satisfying conclusion, which was a nice change of pace from their daily life. They were even able to leave on time.

April was putting on her coat in the lounge, before Ethan came busting in like a kid on Christmas.

“I just got us reservations at Alinea for 8pm,” he grinned.

“Ethan, that place costs a fortune.”

“Well you deserve it,” he smirked, placing a kiss on April’s neck, “tonight is all about you.”

April couldn’t help but to laugh at Ethan’s excitement. It was the only night they could sneak off somewhere expensive and magical. They both deserved it.

When they got home, April rushed to the shower to begin getting ready. Ethan tried to use the bathroom to freshen up but April ushered him out. She wanted to surprise him.

The hours ticked by a crawling pace for Ethan, but for April, there wasn’t enough time. She made sure every little detail was perfect, from her nail polish to her earrings. It felt good to be pampered.

Ethan patiently waited for April to finish, reclining on the couch and playing with his phone. He knew better than to rush her. The sound of the bedroom door opening jolted him upright. It was that sight of April in a strapless black dress, makeup on and smile illuminating her face that made him breathless.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in this world,” he spoke, caressing her cheek before planting a kiss to her lips, “maybe we should cancel those reservations.”

“In your dreams, Ethan,” she placed a finger to his lips, before grabbing her purse and heading to the front door.

#chexton #april sexton #ethan choi #chicago med #onechicago #drabble #this was blah but sometimes I need to just write to write

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lil update: this week is midterms week so I probably won’t be too active, if at all. take care of yourselves!! x

#update #personal

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Okay, weird idea I just had. Consider being set up on a blind date with Connor Rhodes?

“Y/N, how do you feel about blind dates?” Maggie, your best friend, asked.

“I think they’re weird. They’re always awkward and I feel obligated to like the person,” you cringed, thinking of the numerous blind dates you had been on that went wrong.

“You’re such a cynic,” she laughed, “but honestly, I think I’ve found the perfect guy for you.”

“Is he rich and successful?” you joked.

“Yes, actually.”

“Okay, fine, but I want a fancy dinner and flowers out of this,” you sighed, folding your arms. There was no way you were going to go out with a rich man and not capitalize upon the opportunity for a free, expensive meal. Not when you were still paying for student loans.

You were early to the date, so you sat down at the table and ordered your favorite drink. The restaurant he chose was one of the nicest in Chicago-like reservation nice-but you were shocked by how quaint and romantic it was inside. It was already the nicest date you had ever been on and you hadn’t even met your suitor for the evening.

“Y/N?”

You glanced up from the menu, meeting the gaze a dark-haired, well-dressed man with a bouquet of red roses.

“You must be Connor,” you smiled, reaching for his hand.

He grabbed yours, kissing it gently, “Maggie forgot to mention that you were so beautiful.”

“It’s not usually what I’m known for,” you blushed.

“What are you known for?”

You went on to talk about your jobs, family, and favorite movies. Both of you loved the Godfather movies; you both made at least ten references to it throughout the night. For dessert, Connor suggested that you share a sampler of every dessert on the restaurant, an offer which you couldn’t refuse. You were genuinely surprised by how down-to-earth he was.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had on a blind date,” you giggled, putting on your jacket.

“Makes me really optimistic for a second date. How about we do this again next week?”

“That’s surely a long time to wait,” you pouted.

Connor stopped so you were now face-to-face. He caressed your cheek, gently rolling his thumb over your cheek, before going in for a kiss. You lingered in the kiss momentarily, making a mental note to thank Maggie.

“The wait will be well worth it.”

#connor rhodes #connor rhodes drabble #chicago med #chicago med drabble #onechicago #drabble #request

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(Updated) Intro to the Blog!

Just wanted to introduce myself and this blog (even though it’s been around forever)

Me!

name: lauren

other blog: @motionsintheocean

major: political science and history (I want to be a cool hybrid of Dr. Spencer Reid and Elizabeth McCord)

sign: leo sun, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising

favorite color: yellow and pink!!

favorite food/drink: cheesecake, tazo zen green tea, and thai tea bubble tea

favorite shows I don’t write for: e.r., superstore, and the x files

favorite artists: billy joel, hozier, mcfly, and little mix. also a sucker for jeremy jordan and aaron tveit.

other things I love: cottagecore aesthetics, true crime podcasts (tco and mfm,) peppermint essential oil, and colorful earrings

*important note:* I suffer from chronic migraine, which means I’m not always consistent with writing. that’s why I was on a hiatus for so long. so just a heads up (pun intended) that sometimes I’ll be gone for a few days at a time

The Blog!

shows I write for: svu, criminal minds, hawaii five-0, all of onechicago, blue bloods; also could write a little bit for ncis, ncis nola, and fbi

requests: I’ll try to open them once a month (capping out at 15); always send in an idea, character(s), and if you want an imagine, hc, or drabble

*bare with me though when fulfilling requests bc I work/go to school full time and have a super inconvenient disease. also sometimes writing is hard*

what I write: imagines, headcanons, and drabbles

what I don’t write: smut, anything overtly triggering, and I try to make everything w a gender neutral reader (unless it’s same sex)

*also: here’s a link to my buy me a coffee. please don’t ever feel obligated to donate if you can’t. it’s just a nice way to show some love. and if you send me a message w your fav character and I’ll write you something special!!*

#about #personal

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Stubborn - Adam Ruzek Imagine

Request: Hello! Could you do an imagine for adam ruzek where he and the reader are married and the reader passes out because they are dehydrated and stressed out by the case the team is working on... Do you mind including some of the team in it as well? - @theatrenerd101601

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Word Count: 807

Warnings: Mention of kidnapping, passing out

Being told what to do was quite possibly your least favorite thing in the world. Maybe that’s why you became a cop. It’s definitely why you joined the Intelligence Unit. The mantra of the unit was “don’t tell me what to do.” So naturally, you fit right in.

That’s also where you met Adam Ruzek, the Golden Boy who skipped being a beat cop and went straight to Intelligence. You two immediately couldn’t stand each other. He was a know-it-all and you were the most headstrong person he had ever met. He was insufferable.

Jay and Erin caught on to you two instantly, always suggesting that you two should partner up. You taunted one another like kindergarteners. Adam would steal your badge, hold it above your head, and make you jump to grab it. You would peer over his shoulder and make fun of his poor attempts at messaging girls on Tinder. It was obvious to everyone except the two of you that you were crazy in love with each other.

Eventually you two came to your senses and after a wild case that lead to you both being injured, Adam confessed his feelings. Within a year, you were married. You had found your partner in crime, your better half, the only person on the planet who was as stubborn as you.

Currently, you were in the middle of a grueling case. Two women had been abducted and there were no leads to be found. It was like you had exhausted every possible lead with no avail. They were taken in broad daylight, but no one admitted to seeing the culprits. The kidnapper was taunting the team. It was a mess.

“Hey, babe, you should get some rest. You’ve been at this for over 24 hours,” Adam said, placing his hands on your shoulder, giving them a gentle rub.

“I can’t, Adam, not with them still out there,” you spoke without taking your eyes off the evidence.

“Y/N, he’s right. Go home, take a nap and a shower. We’ve got it,” Kevin suggested.

You just glared at the both of them, before entering the break room to brew another cup of coffee. You were struggling to keep your eyes open, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was bringing these two women home safely.

After staring at the evidence for another hour and a half, you finally had a break through. You rushed over to the board and posted the surveillance photos from the abduction sight.

“I think he was watching them. He knew their routine, he knew that they met up every Thursday for lunch at the same diner. He knew the perfect time to strike.”

“That makes sense. He would’ve scoped the place out beforehand,” Upton agreed.

“That’s why he knew there was an alley close by,” Jay added.

“Ruzek, Kev, get in contact with the husband and boyfriend, see if they received any unusual gifts or saw anyone following them around lately,” Voight ordered.

Adam and Kevin reported back, saying that one of the woman had been receiving weird notes from a former boyfriend. It had to be him. Jay tracked down his address and Voight ordered the team to gear up.

“Maybe you should sit this one out, Y/N, you look like Hell.”

“Adam, I’ve been working this case nonstop for the past 36 hours. I’m bringing this scumbag in myself.”

“When was the last time ate something? Had anything to drink other than black coffee?”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t matter right now,” you huffed, getting out of your chair. You must have stood up too fast because it felt like the whole room was spinning.

“Y/N, please,” pleaded Adam.

You ignored him and went with the unit anyway. When you arrived to the suspect’s house, you immediately heard screams coming from the basement. Hailey followed close behind as you busted the lock off the door. You found the girls in the basement, huddled together in a corner. You took off their restraints and brought them upstairs, reiterating that they were safe now and would be okay.

You managed to make it upstairs before the room started to go black. You saw Adam’s face before everything went black.

“Y/N, babe, please wake up,” you heard Adam beg, as you regained consciousness. You were in the back of an ambulance

“Adam,” you groaned, reaching for the water bottle in his hand.

“Hey, you scared me there,” he kissed your forehead.

“I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“That’s because you’re dehydrated and exhausted.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” said the paramedic.

You laughed, clutching your head in pain, “maybe I’ll listen to you next time.”

“That’ll be a first,” Adam chuckled, “I’m glad you’re okay, baby.”

“I love you, Adam.”

“Not as much as I love you, my stubborn angel.”

#all of the pd men love nicknames its canon #adam ruzek #adam ruzek imagine #adam ruzek x reader #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #imagine #request #is this my first time writing for adam omg #hes such a soft bby I love him

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REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED!!!

Thank you all for your requests! I’ll open them again when I finish some up. x

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Requests are now open! It’s almost midterm season, so I can’t promise that I’ll be speedy, but I am ready for the challenge. Drabbles and headcanons will probably get done first, but I am opened to some imagine ideas, too.

Send me a character and plot/idea/etc from:

SVU

Chicago PD

Chicago Med

Chicago Fire

Criminal Minds

Blue Bloods

Hawaii Five-0

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Yay I'm glad you're back! I was wondering if you could do fem reader soulmate au with Amanda when she denies it at first and hurts y/ns feelings but later apologizes and fluff :0 its totally fine if you are too busy! 💙

You had spent your entire life watching the years, days, seconds on your soulmate clock tick down. It was impossible not to stare, as it was embedded in your wrist. It was a constant reminder that you would soon find your soulmate. The most exciting chapters of your life’s book were yet to be written.

Your clock had been fluctuating between 7 days and 23 hours for the past week, which was extremely nerve-wracking. Your soulmate was close, but you kept missing each other. The doubt had crept into your mind as to whether you would find each other at all. I mean, you lived in New York City, statistically one of the worst places in the world to find your soulmate.

It was a Saturday night and you decided to go out with your friends. They had all found their soulmates but were more than willing to keep you occupied until you found yours. As you got in the taxi, your clock began to count down from 3 hours. You immediately texted all of your friends, asking them to bring the best makeup they could find. You were not going to meet your soulmate without looking like a Goddess. Highlight and lipstick were invented for a reason.

When you entered the club, you sat around the bar, figuring that would be the best place to meet the highest concentration of people. You all staked your claim to stools and began the hunt.

“What if it’s him?” Your friend said, pointing to a man in cowboy hat and plaid shirt.

“No thanks,” you laughed.

“What about her?” She said, pointing to a black-haired woman with snake bite piercings and killer eyeliner.

“I’m scared of her.”

“What about her?”

There was a blonde woman leaning against a table, chatting with another man whose eyes were wandering. They both looked a little stiff, but when she smiled, your heart jumped. You had a feeling.

Just as you were about to get up and talk to her, she disappeared. Following your gut, you decided to find her. You searched through the crowd before you finally came face to face. That’s when your clock buzzed and flashed red, meaning that you had found your soulmate.

“Excuse me,” you managed to say, still shocked that you had just met the person you were destined to be with.

Her whole demeanor changed. She looked almost as if she couldn’t be bothered, despite the fact that her life was about to change. She scoffed, before hurrying away.

You were heartbroken. Your soulmate had just rejected you without even saying a word. The next few days were miserable, empty tissue boxes and the same pajamas for three days miserable. You put tape over your soulmate clock and decided to forget the whole thing. It was time for a shower and a trip to the local coffee shop.

Before you could leave, there was a knock at the door. You huffed, looking through the peephole. It was her. You reluctantly opened the door.

“Hi,” she spoke softly, “I’m Amanda.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” she smirked, repeating your name. She took a deep breath, “I owe you an apology for the other night. See, I’m a detective and I was in the middle of an undercover investigation. I was caught off guard. I went back the next day to see if I could figure out your name. The bartender saved your receipt after seeing our clocks go off.”

“You must be a great cop,” you said sarcastically, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/N, please,” she caressed your cheek, lifting your head, “give me another chance. I promise you, we are meant to be together.”

You couldn’t help but to concede, she was your soulmate after all. “I was just about to go get coffee. Care to join me?” you asked, holding out your hand.

“I’d be honored, soulmate,” Amanda grinned, grabbing your hand and following you out of the apartment. The most exciting chapters of your life’s story had just begun.

#this is half drabble half imagine but what a cute prompt thank you #amanda rollins #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu imagine #law and order special victims unit imagine #law and order special victims unit drabble #amanda rollins imagine #amanda rollins drabble #amanda rollins x reader #drabble #imagine #request

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