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[captain-benson]

Closed starter for @thebestdefence

Life changes fast, sometimes faster than we wish it would. For Olivia, it felt like one day Rafael Barba was the best friend she had, the next they were arguing over different ideals and she was actively ignoring his calls. The case on Richard Wheatley had really torn a rift between the two, one that Olivia was not exactly sure how to come back from; one she had not yet coped from. While Rafael tried to clear the air that he was protecting her, Olivia had not let herself see it that way.

However, the tables turned when she reached out to Rafael and he was the one that took a turn not to answer. While their relationship had been strained, he had always picked up the phone anyway. Something she had been secretly grateful for, even though she knew she should have made that known. Meaning four ignored calls later, Olivia had not only called his secretary, she had resolved to pay a visit to his office in person.

With the secretary not at the desk, Olivia walked back towards Rafael’s office, like she would have in the better days of their friendship. She was first caught off guard by the stack of boxes by the door, before she spotted him seemingly packing. “Barba?” Her voice cutting through the silence in the room. “What’s going on?” She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but this sort of packing didn’t look like he was simply moving offices.

[thebestdefence]

The days trial had not gone as planned. A guilty verdict had been read out against Rafael's client (despite his best efforts) and to say the client hadn't taken it well would have been more than an understatement.

The man had flown into a rage, taking a gun from one of the courtroom security guards and begun to shoot at anything he could. The security guard was hit immediately as everyone else ducked for cover, screaming in a panic.

Having begun to see the movement for the gun, Rafael tried to grab his client to stop him but had been hit and stumbled back before the man took the gun. A moment barely seemed to pass before a pain seared through Rafael's abdomen as he had tried to get to cover. Managing to get over the railing behind the table he and his client had been sat at.

Putting a hand to his stomach to both hide and cover the wound he knew he now had whilst staunching the bleeding, Rafael's wide eyes frantically looked around in a breathlessly panic to try and see what was going on.

Connecting with another's on the opposite side of the benches.

[regxlty]

@francehqstarters

He took a sip of his drink, mindlessly watching the people dance. He had danced a bit, and was probably going to dance more but right now he just wanted to people watch. Noticing a person standing by themselves, he felt slightly bad and decided to integrate himself into their space. "Hello," he said as he walked up, "would you care to dance?" he asked, holding out a hand

[cosmiclvex]

Nearly six hours on a plane with three girls under six had aged him more than the last fifteen years of dealing with intergalactic threats at SHIELD. As they got off the plane, he let out a long sigh of relief. Morgan, surprisingly the calmest of the three, was sound asleep on his shoulder. He held her close, while Ella walked beside him, hand in his. His niece on the other hand... “Eisa—” he started, but she was already sprinting ahead, like the little crackhead she was. “Dios mío.” He spotted his brother by the waiting car, and thankfully, the sight seemed to ease their royal security detail trailing close behind. 'Tioooooooo,' Eisa sang, crashing into Mateo’s legs with full force. Raf rolled his eyes as she immediately tried to climb her way into his arms. “She’s been like this since 5 a.m.,” he groaned. “Even Ella tapped out an hour ago.” Ella, standing quietly at his side, threw a glance at her cousin—judgmental expression scarily reminiscent of his girlfriend. “But hi,” he added with a smirk, stepping aside so their bags could be loaded into the car. He nodded to the still-sleeping Morgan. “They refused to travel without their emotional support Baby Stark.” // @hcvrtbrcvk

[lcngliive]

ben & rafael ( @devilsmenu )

"hey, I think you dropped this," ben stopped the other, holding the wallet out to them. he'd lost his before when he first came here and it wasn't fun trying to replace everything in it.

[olliesmultimuse]

"Come on now, please...? I want to go on a mission just this one time!" Rafael seems rather hopeful about going on a mission.

[gvngsigns]

rafael was having a good time at his birthday bash despite betty's absence. their busy schedules proved long distance to be a difficult thing, though they managed to make it work most of the time. sadly not on his birthday. he decided not to think too much about it─they would see each other in a couple of weeks anyway─because he didn't want to be the party pooper when everyone showed up for him. apollo and gunner somehow managed to rent out one of the biggest clubs in los angeles while they left the catering and decoration for rome to take care of. they went all out and he was grateful for his friends. in fact, their efforts were almost enough to forget that his most important person was missing. rafael was in the midst of a conversation with a label executive when someone tapped his shoulder, making him turn around. a split second of surprise was followed by the brightest smile he had had probably since they last saw each other, betty suddenly standing in front of him. "aren't you supposed to be at uni?!" before she could even answer, he enveloped her in a tight embrace. / @tcrnished

[writermuses]

[lowskey]

ྀ  ‧ ₊  ✩  ｡ °  ꒰ @fruitpoem ꒱ . 💌

                                      ''  I  KNOW  WE  HAVE  ...  reasons  to  keep  things  under  the  wraps  ,  but  you  can't  keep  ditching  me  whenever  you  please  and  need  me  to  disappear.  ''  to  have  said  conversation  inside  of  her  home  with  loving  husband  of  her  to  arrive  god  knows  when  brings  a  certain  kick  and  certain  ...  uncertainties  to  the  pair's  dynamic  and  current  conversation.  he's  unable  to  directly look  the  woman  ,  briefly  gazing  at  the  ceiling  and  rolling  his  eyes  right  down  to  the  floor.  there's  a  brief  shake  of  his  head.  ''  i'm  starting  to  think  maybe  we  shouldn't  be  seeing  each  other  anymore. not like this.  ''

[monstershearts]

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[blccmngs]

“You come first. You’re always my first choice.” 

[thebestdefence]

It was late in the evening, practically night, when Rafael had finally returned home to his apartment. Coat draped over the back of a dining chair, he removed his tie, waistcoat and suspenders before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt. Heading into the kitchen, pulling a glass from a cupboard, he fetched a bottle of scotch from a side table and poured himself a small drink. Sipping at it for a few moments with a sigh whilst leaning back against the table and looking around his silent home.

The case had run a whole lot longer than suspected and multiple curveballs had been thrown by the opposition that had sent Rafael had his case almost reeling. Thankfully, he had still managed to win it but it had taken a lot more than anticipated and the jury could have gone either way.

After a few minutes lost in thought, Rafael's eyes had eventually settled upon the piano up against the opposite wall. Black paint chipping away, the sight of it still brought fond but sad memories of sitting at his maternal grandfathers side whilst the elder man had played and sung to him. Starting his love of music that Rafa tended to keep relatively secret after his father had hated the thought of his son playing the instrument.

Breathing in through his nose and shaking off the thought of his father, Rafael finished his glass and placed it on the side table before walking over to sit down at the piano. Lifting the fallboard, he ran his fingers lightly over the keys with reverence.

He closed his eyes and stayed still for several minutes before beginning to play 'Being Alive' from the musical 'Company (one of his favourites after having seen it with his Grandfather before he'd passed). Rafael kept his eyes closed as he played and began to sing.

He became so lost in the song, thoughts of the case and memories of his Grandfather, that he didn't hear the knock at his door or it creaking open.

[regxlty]

@francehqstarters

The boy rarely read but he had found a good spot and the breeze was just right here. Though, he could feel someone around him, and like someone unable to swat a gnat away, he finally gave in and looked up. "This better be good," he sighed, looking up

[cosmiclvex]

"Oh good. You're finally alone," he started, approaching his brother in the seemingly never-ending, and ridiculously gold, hallway. "Klara gave me a heads-up. Barnes is bitching around, asking for someone to wipe his brain again." Rafael just looked at Edward, before he rolling his eyes. He came to stand beside him and looked out the window, overlooking Asgard. It was still jarring that they were actually on another planet—in another realm— but here they were. His brother technically prince (king?) of said realm. "I'm sorry the honeymoon was cut short. We tried to hold off as long as we could," he finally said, dark eyes moving from the window and back to his older brother. Leaning against it, he asked, "How are you holding up? Your Highness."

// @hcvrtbrcvk

[feralego]

starter/plotting call for RAFAEL BECERRA

[budddywells]

for: @rafacarreno

where: somewhere in the 'burbs, around 3am

He doesn't know how he got here.

Not physically, he knew exactly how he found himself sat on a curb in a street that felt like a suburban liminal space, pulling a drag from the only cigarette that had survived in the box in his back pocket when he connected with the edge of a marble kitchen island due to a deliberate shove from one angry looking stock broker.

( That was an easy enough thread to follow: stripping at a bachelorette party was fine, going home with the bride who's husband wasn't away on business as expected was where it got messy. )

What he had a hard time discerning was how he got here in a bigger sense. Existentially, it was difficult to discern an exact moment in time that he could point to and say that's where life had went from trucking along to hard then to straight out of his control.

The last two years had put him through the ringer, and it seemed that was now what he did to everyone else around him, intentional or not.

In the scuffle with the now unhappy groom, his phone had fallen victim to the deliberate way it had been thrown to the ground and smashed for good measure, leaving him to try and figure out how the hell he was supposed to get home without the ease of an app.

The kindness of the drunken Samaritan that had spilled out of a taxi with her husband in tow (returning from what he assumed was some sort of PTA gone wild evening out) had started and stopped at letting him use her phone as long as he didn't loiter on her perfectly maintained lawn.

There was only one number he knew off by heart, and that was down to the owner being the kind of consistent he's not sure existed in folks these days. His number never changed, it was the same one that Buddy used to prank call with his friends as a teen on an odd Friday night when he thought that shit was funny just to see if he could get a rise out of him.

It was the same set of digits he had scribbled on the back of a bar mat and offered as a resource when he found himself in conversation with a kid that was too young to be in the same bar as him, and the only number that came to mind when he had been told by HR to provide an emergency contact for his file when he had been working at the bank.

Despite all the ways Buddy had tried to prove his reliability as something alternate, something more sinister -- a facade, an illusion, a kind of long-con before he showed some true colours that were more in line with everyone else in his life that let him down -- Rafael always showed up.

So, he stretched his legs out in front of him, finished off his cigarette and ignored how the ache just under his eye from where a fist had connected with it got more gnawing as the warmth of the whiskey he had been drinking tempered off as he inched closer to sobriety and he waited.