Imagines

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. 

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

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)

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

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

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 

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.”

“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.

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) 

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.

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. 

Headcanons for Being Younger and Having a Crush on Steve McGarrett

Let’s be honest: who doesn’t have a crush on Steve McGarrett? He’s daring, loyal, and gorgeous

He was also a good ten years older than you and he worked with your father….not a winning combination

You grew up with Steve, as your fathers were partners for as long as you could remember. He was like your big brother. Except you despised when people said you acted like brother and sister. There was no sibling rivalry, teasing, or confiding in each other. Absolutely nothing sibling-like

You were friendly with each other but in reality, you were in love with Steve. Like hearts for eyes and heart beating out of your chest in love with him. 

For being around cops your whole life, you’re surprised not one of them noticed…or at least acknowledged it

You moved away for college, leaving your family in Hawaii behind. You spent twelve years moving from state to state with your job. You had relationships but nothing ever felt right. You were still hung up on Steve. 

After those twelve years, you finally found an opportunity to move back home. Your father was getting older, in fact his retirement party was in a week.

Your father didn’t know you were coming home for the party or that you were there to stay. So when you showed up unannounced, all of the guests went wild. It was a Five-0 party so you didn’t expect anything less

You gave him his gift, writing in the card “I’m here to stay.” Everyone was excited to have you around again

The party was dying down when Steve approached you, “Glad to see you’re sticking around for a while. He’s really missed you. I’ve missed you, too.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed all of you. The mainland isn’t nearly as exciting” 

“You’ve been gone for twelve years, a lot has changed,” he smirked, “I’ll have to show you around sometime.”

You paused, before realizing what he was implying. “Steve McGarrett, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Maybe.” 

You two fell in love hard and fast. Within months, you had moved in together. A year later, Steve had proposed

Jealous Rafael Barba Headcanons

“I don’t get jealous,” he says as he pulls you closer and expresses an excessive amount of PDA

Sometimes he is very good at hiding his jealousy, especially in a professional setting

He bites his tongue if one of his coworkers stares a little too long when you enter his office 

He cuts the conversation short, directing them out of his office, before closing his blinds and hastily kissing you

If you’re out to dinner and a waiter or a random guy at the bar lingers for longer than he’d like, Rafael gets touchy 

Hands on your hips or the small of your back, fingers interlocked, kissing your neck, whispering in your ear – anything to distract you from everyone else in the room 

This usually leads to sloppy kisses in the back of the taxi and the occasional hideous love bite on your neck 

When you first met the squad, Carisi was smitten. Completely unaware that you had dropped by to deliver a case file to Rafael, he went out of his way to accommodate you 

You innocently accepted his kind gestures while you waited for Rafael to finish up in the interrogation room 

Eventually you confessed to being Rafael’s partner, but your conversation continued. He was a good entertainer 

You casually hit his arm as you laughed at his joke – at the same time Rafael entered the squad room 

He cleared his throat, looming over Carisi’s desk. Carisi immediately tensed up, but you played right into his game

“Raf, you never told me how funny Sonny is!” You giggled, touching his arm again 

“Yes, he’s hilarious,” he mumbled, “let’s get lunch.” His suggestion boarded a demand 

You waved goodbye to Carisi and followed Rafael into the hallway

When the elevator came, Rafael avoided eye contact. He just leaned over and whispered “You’re mine” in your ear, sending chills down your spine