#Olivia x Rafael

[prxdk]

9x06 Svengali || 23x22 A Final Call at Forlini’s

[userbarson]

[cathrrrine]

how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

[p3ndeja6]

₊ ⊹🪻 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🔮

n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[vivaciousoceans]

was it casual when he said he said (indirectly) that he loved her unconditionally? was it casual when he suborned perjury for her? was it casual when he moved on from everything he knew, but her? was it casual when he told his mother that she drove him crazy? was it casual when he said she brought colors into his life? was it casual when he decided he would wait for her as long as it took for her to stop feeling betrayed by him?

[ricflairdrip20]

The Light That Became a Safe Haven - Rafael Barba x Reader

sypnosis: After a devastating trauma, fate placed District Attorney Rafael Barba at the helm of your fight for justice. In the end, your soul found a home in the same steadfast hands that delivered justice and put away your attackers.

tw: mentions of S/A

Nothing beats living in New York City with the love of your life. By day, he fights for justice as a dedicated district attorney, while you navigate the world of finance as a licensed CPA. Together, you share a life built on ambition, respect, and a deep emotional bond.

He loves everything about you—your strength, perseverance, and the way you weave words into poetry. Your passion for language is one of the many reasons Rafael Barba finds you endlessly captivating.

To the world, Barba is a relentless prosecutor, notorious for his sharp tongue and unyielding tactics, pressuring victims, witnesses, and detectives alike in his pursuit of justice. Yet beneath the formidable exterior lies a man defined by quick wit, tenacity, and a quiet love for literature—qualities that make him both formidable and irresistible.

After being drugged and sexually assaulted by two men you met at a bar, your world shattered into pieces you weren’t sure you could put back together. The trauma left scars on your heart and mind, but fate intervened when Rafael Barba became the prosecutor on your case.

He met you with sharp eyes and a steady voice, asking difficult questions as he carefully built the case against your attackers. His relentless pursuit of justice, combined with his precise legal acumen, ensured they were sentenced to fifteen years behind bars.

But something about you lingered in his thoughts long after the trial ended—something that stirred a connection he couldn’t ignore. You had a quiet strength that pulled him toward you, even as he respected the fragility of your healing. He offered you his phone number—not as a prosecutor, but as a man who wanted to be there if you ever needed someone to lean on.

As time passed and wounds began to close, you found yourself reaching out. Slowly, tentatively, you and Barba grew closer. Despite his growing feelings, he treaded carefully, always mindful of the fine line between compassion and personal desire. He was hesitant, cautious, determined not to exploit your vulnerability. Yet through patience and trust, a bond formed—a connection built on shared strength and a tender respect for the burdens you carried.

You shared your first kiss after an enchanting evening at an upscale Italian restaurant, the night air warm and filled with the lingering scent of wine and roses. It was a kiss that spoke of new beginnings—tender, heartfelt, and full of unspoken promises.

There were nights when the darkness became overwhelming, and the memories too vivid to escape. You would wake in a cold sweat, heart racing, unable to escape the nightmare’s grip. Without hesitation, you would reach for your phone and call him—even though you knew he had to be in court by nine the next morning.

He always answered. His voice, calm and steady, grounded you when the world felt out of control. He never rushed you, never complained about the hour. By the time the call ended, the weight of your fears had lessened. And more often than not, you would share your latest poetry draft with him—your words a bridge between pain and healing, between the past and a future you were learning to believe in again.

Whenever you were at his place, it wasn’t unusual to find him buried in paperwork—pages scattered across the table, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. You admired that about him—his relentless drive, his unwavering determination to ensure justice for the victims who depended on him.

But you also knew how easily he lost himself in the weight of his work. You often had to pull him away, reminding him with a soft smile and gentle persistence that even the fiercest warriors need rest.

You love everything about him—his fierce loyalty to victims who have no one else to fight for them, his unwavering sense of justice, and the fire that drives him to never back down. But it’s the little things, too, that make your heart swell. The way he calls you cariño, his voice warm and full of affection. The suspenders he always wears, a signature part of his charm. And most of all, the quiet devotion he shows you—steady, certain, and endlessly patient.

You love Valentine’s Day, too. Whether he swept you away to a fancy Italian restaurant, strolled with you hand in hand along the beach, or stayed in watching an old Italian romance film with pizza and wine, every moment felt perfect simply because he was by your side. He showered you with gifts—sometimes lavish, sometimes sentimental—but each one chosen with such care and thoughtfulness that you fell for him all over again.

And you loved to return that affection in your own way, weaving your feelings into poetry that spoke from your soul—verses meant only for him, filled with the quiet, profound truths of your heart. In those lines, you wrote of him as your savior, your knight in shining armor—the one who always stood by you, protecting you from the darkness and guiding you back to the light.

What truly tugged at your heart, though, was his kindness toward children. You remembered the story he once told you about a case involving a fifteen-year-old girl whose own mother had been making her sick. When the girl had a seizure at the station, he acted without hesitation, gently cradling the back of her head while his colleague called for a bus. The memory always made you smile, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have children with him—children he would love and protect with that same steady, instinctive care.

During the darkest time in your life, you found yourself sitting in a room at the station, talking to Lieutenant Benson. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to remember the events. All you could recall was waking up the next morning, battered and sore, as if a train had hit you. You were in a strange bed, completely bare, and it took all your strength to escape and flag down your friend by sending her your location with a firm text: “Pick me up and take me to the hospital. Now.”

At the hospital, the rape kit and blood tests confirmed what you had feared: you were drugged and sexually assaulted. It didn’t take long for the men to be tracked down and arrested.

Amid the darkness, though, there was a light—a small, flickering light that seemed to grow brighter with each passing day as the case progressed. You were grateful for Benson and the professionalism, empathy, and dedication of everyone involved. But it was Rafael who truly stood out. You watched him grilled the suspects, who initially denied any wrongdoing and tried to claim you had blown everything out of proportion. You saw his determination as he held them accountable.

During your testimony, Rafael started by apologizing for what you had gone through, his voice soft and sincere. He was gentle with you, asking the difficult questions with a patience and empathy that stood in stark contrast to the way he probed the suspects. Each word he spoke to you was carefully chosen, as if he understood the weight of what you were reliving. His kindness in that moment was a sweet opposite of the ruthlessness you’d seen him display with the men who tried to deny what they had done.

When they were found guilty and sentenced to prison, as well as adding their names to the registry, a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders. Justice is served. You couldn’t have asked for a better lawyer, a better advocate, or a better man.

In the end, your heart found a home—a safe, unshakeable place. It was in the steady arms of a District Attorney who stood by you, who fought for you, and who rid society of two predators, ensuring they paid for their crimes. His dedication and unwavering support gave you the peace and security you had longed for, and with him, you knew you were finally safe.

[daddydoddsjr]

hi 🥰 please could i request a rafael barba x reader where the reader is in a secret relationship with barba, she’s a detective and it all comes out when she’s testifying in a case - i’m thinking that arsehole Buchanan finds out and brings it up during cross examination in front of everyone? thank you x

Pairings || Rafael Barba x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Typical SVU angst, secret relationship, some fluff, Buchanan being Buchanan

Authors Note || i didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance lol

You and Rafael had been in a relationship for about a year now. You’d kept it a secret from Olivia and the rest of the squad since in the beginning, the two of you were only testing the waters. Now that it was a fully committed relationship, you still hadn’t found the right time or place to announce it to everyone. With you being an SVU detective and Rafael working on so many cases you were involved in, it was difficult for the two of you to figure out how to tell people and image what the reactions would be.

Little did the two of you know, Buchanan had eyes on you every since he suspected the relationship between you and Barba, having seen the two of you at a bar together looking…cosy.

“Detective Y/L/N,” Buchanan greeted as you sat at the stand, watching Rafael as he sat back down after having questioned you about the case. “It’s safe to say that your passionate about this case, am I right?”

“I’m passionate about every case,” You replied simply.

“Sure, sure. But Mr. Barba is part of this case.”

“So?”

“So, this one must mean a little more to you considering your relationship with him.”

“Objection?” Rafaels eyebrows furrowed.

The judge replied, “Sustained. Tread carefully, Mr. Buchanan.”

Your heart sank into your stomach as you realised where this was going, but you still tried to remain professional, “We have a.. professional relationship. Mr. Barba’s involvement has nothing to do with the way that I treat my cases.”

“Really? I have a hard time believing that. How long have you and Mr. Barba been sleeping together?”

The colour drained from your face as your eyes flicked between Barba, who was angrily objecting to Buchanans statement, and Olivia, who was stunned to say the least. The jury looked confused, glancing around to see everyone’s reactions. Before you could say anything, the judge quickly took the reigns, “Mr. Buchanan, Mr. Barba, my chambers, now.”

You stared at your hands that were tightly holding your thighs. You felt Olivia’s gaze on you but you avoided it, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. They were gone 5, maybe 10 minutes before they came out and the judge called for a recess until the following morning.

You quickly got off the stand, speeding into the hallway to catch your breath. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this, you thought to yourself as you leaned against a wall, rubbing your face.

“Y/N…” Rafael’s voice caught your attention and you sighed, taking your hands off of your face and looking at him.

“How the hell did he find out? Can he even bring that up the way he did?”

“He only brought it up to distract everyone from the case and try to remove your testimony. The judge isn’t going for it, though.

“I knew we should have told people sooner, Raf, we should have—“

“Y/N,” He interrupted you, “This isn’t your fault, we wanted to wait and we did. This was just Buchanan throwing a low blow to get his way.”

“God, I hate this.”

“So do I,” Rafael sighed. “It’ll be fine, mi amor. Come on, I can order us dinner,” He began to lead you out of the courthouse before Olivia approached you from behind, “Y/N.”

“I’ll meet you outside,” You told Rafael before you turned to Liv, “Look, I’m sorry…”

“When were you going to tell me? The entire case could have been ruined.”

“We were waiting to make sure we were serious until we told anyone, after that we just didn’t know when the right time was.”

“You should have told me immediately, Y/N,” She exhaled, clearly disappointed. “Barba is smart and I know he wouldn’t let Buchanan get away with something like that, and neither of you would let each other veer off of a case for each other, but this was just too close of a call. You’re lucky.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” She walked past you to leave. You waited a few minutes before leaving too, meeting Rafael at the bottom of the courthouse steps. “How’d that go?” He asked. “As expected, I guess. I’m sure I’ll get grief about it for a while.”

“Well… how does wine and takeout sound?”

“Sounds like it’ll make me feel a lot better.”

[nophunleague]

stare decisis: chapter eight - amentia

amentia: latin for infatuation

masterlist

wc: 1046 (another filler - but more exciting things soon!)

rafael barba x original female character

“These are absolutely beautiful,” Quinn’s eyes are set on sunset hued buttercup flowers, the petals are pale pink with orange edges. She picks up three stems and hands them to the vendor. 

“Good morning ma’am, happy Saturday,” the cashier greets.

“Good morning, thank you so much for these,” Quinn swipes her debit card quickly as the cashier wraps the small bouquet in butcher paper. Quinn tucks the bouquet into her canvas tote, the flowers sticking out of the top, with the straps slung over her left shoulder. 

The Union Square Market is filled with bustling New York City locals on this autumn morning, shopping for the next week’s worth of fresh produce or trolling for Christmas gifts as the holidays loom near. The slight chill in the air frosts the tip of Quinn’s nose with a rosy flush. Her emerald hued eyes gently peruse the booths in front of her before setting their sights on a ceramics booth, her steps increase in pace but just as she reaches the booth the shrill of a cell phone ring pierces her ear drums, she frantically pulls the cell from her tote and holds it to her ear.

“Brady,” she smiles politely at the ceramics booth owner as she picks up a mug to examine it. She single handedly rotates the mug to view all sides, the speckled blue glaze reflects the cool sunlight brightly. The thick, handmade walls of the mug are sturdy, and sure to be able to keep coffee warm. 

“Good morning Miss Brady, it’s Detective Carisi. We’ve got a new case,” just like with the flowers, she hands the mug to the cashier and quickly swipes her debit card. As the cashier wraps the mug in protective paper Carisi tells her that the crime scene is at Union Square Park. 

“Oh, I’m actually not too far from there. I’ll be there soon,” she’s quick to hang up the phone and expresses her apologies and gratitude to the ceramics cashier. Again, the mug is tucked into her tote bag before she follows Carisi’s instructions to their new crime scene. 

Turning the corner when nearing the crime scene, Quinn’s cherry red Mary Janes melodically tap the concrete of the park path. A young woman’s body had been discovered at the base of a hill in Union Square Park by an early morning jogger. 

“Hey Counselor! Nice of you to join us!” Carisi’s Staten Island accent assaults her ears as soon as she’s in eyesight. Her sheer black tights are complimented by a short dark wash denim dress, the color of it sets her figure apart from the park foliage. She observes that the scene is rather contained, there’s around ten uniformed officers plus Carisi, Fin, and Rollins. Dr. Carl Rudnick, a newcomer to the M.E.'s office is already performing a preliminary examination of the body. 

“Don’t act surprised Carisi, you called and I’m on call this weekend. What do we got?" She pulls a small notepad from her tote and she joins the crowd. She doesn’t exactly notice as Dr. Rudnick’s eyes trace her slowly, but she smiles sweetly at the new face in the crowd but listens to Rollins’s brief. 

“Young female, apparent strangulation, we’re unclear of any sexual assault. ID in her bag says her name is Claudia Gundy. Also, this is Dr. Rudnick, he’s new to our office. Doctor Rudnick, this is one of our ADAs, Quinn Brady,” Rudnick’s eyes have honestly not left Brady through this entire introduction, he shoots up from his squatted position and reaches a gloved hand out to shake Quinn’s hand. Quinn’s eyes slowly move from his face to his gloved, crime scene investigating hand.

“Pleasure, Doctor; but I will not be shaking your gloved hand that has been investigating a dead body,” she’s blunt and straight to the point. It’s irresponsible for him to even attempt what he had. 

“Oh right,” is all he says in response and returns to his work. Carisi and Rollins watch, jaws essentially blowing in the wind before Quinn speaks again. 

“I don’t think you guys have anything more for me quite yet, I’ll see you all on Monday, at a reasonable time for work to be done.”

***

With her right hand Quinn spins the small gold ball earring in her earlobe while she scrolls through her email inbox box using her right hand on the computer mouse. Highlighted email upon highlighted email crosses her eyeline but none with important or intriguing subject lines spark her interest. The sound of Barba’s office door opening only piques her ears but her eyes maintain their fixed position on the monitor. 

“They have a suspect, I’m heading down to the precinct now,” his voice carries through her open doorway and her eyes follow the sound and find him standing just on the other side of the threshold. His frame stalls rather than taking his usual leave to sprint from their shared office spaces. Her eyes search his for a moment - trying to place this new behavior from him. 

“Oh, this is you trying to invite me to tag along?”

“Carisi actually begged for me to invite you and I almost feel bad for him because I think that he thinks he’s in love with you,” Barba attempts to memorise each grain of leather in his dress shoes. 

“Carisi’s not in love with me, he feels neglected by his career god: you and I have actually taken the time to teach him,” she remarks as she picks her tote bag up from the side of her desk and slings it over her left shoulder. “All you have to do is be human and people asking for you to do things with them won’t feel foreign,” she breezes past him leaving a cloud of her warm scented perfume in her wake. He follows quickly behind her. 

“No, he’s actually used the word love before.”

“Whatever you say Rafael. Liv doesn’t think you’re in love with her because she’s the only one you’re halfway nice to. It’s just called being nice,” they wait for the elevator side by side, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. “I know you and the squad haven’t exactly been practicing playing nice since I got here but you should try it some time.”

[cabotwife]

MASTERLIST !!

to be updated

♡ - fluff

♤ - smut

◇ - angst

SVU

olivia benson

- 2am call ◇♡

- growing up ♡

- enter the night ♡◇

- battered and bruised (wip) ♡◇

casey novak

- goodbye earl (wip) ♡◇

alex cabot

- clean (wip) ♡

rafael barba

- a night with barba

Hunger Games

johanna mason

- enchanted ♡

- two broken halves ♡◇

- hey, brother ◇♡

- you are my sunshine ♡

- please don't take my sunshine away (wip) ◇♡

- domestic bliss ♡

- dress ♤

- would've, could've, should've ◇♡

- this love ◇♡

- so it goes ♤♡

- too well ♡◇

- like blood ♡◇

- stupid with love (wip) ♡

- somethin' bad (wip) ♡

- better than revenge (wip) ◇♡

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The power of the gavel and glare (1)

AN: I had this idea after reading @prurientpuddlejumper’s fic about Rafael having mind control powers. Go check out their work! This fic features a darker Rafael who will use his powers to get the answers he wants.

Warnings: canon typical violence and behaviours, mentions of pain and dark Rafael. Reader has the same powers as Piper from Charmed.

“My dad used to say that food has healing properties.”

You hummed, not really paying attention, “He sounds like a wise man.”

“Nah, just knew the world ‘round him.” Fin nudged a sandwich over to you and saw your hand twist on your desk at the same time, “Don’t do it.”

“Don’t do what?” Rafael inquired.

“Counsellor. So good of you to join us.”

“When two of the NYPD are hurt chasing a suspect, I figure it’s a good reason as any to stop by.”

“We’re fine.”

“By all accounts you shouldn’t be. He had a gun and he fired at you multiple times.”

You could feel a headache building as the tension in the room began to rise, “He got in a few hits but nothing major. Suspect’s in there talking to Liv now.”

Rafael focused his attention on Fin once you’d finished your explanation, “He waved his rights to a lawyer the second Liv walked in. Mind telling me what caused his change of heart since the last time he was here, he was rude, combative and dismissive?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Fin stiffen and open his mouth to respond with a blank look on his face, confirming your suspicions and your fears.

Ignoring Fin’s warning from earlier, you flicked your hand and time froze around Rafael. Seconds passed and Fin returned to his senses. He took in the scene around him and stared at you with an exasperated expression.

“What?” You said innocently, “He used his powers first.”

Fin sighed and jerked his head, “Outside.”

Now it was your turn to sigh as you followed your partner out of the building. You could already hear the lecture that you’d undoubtedly be receiving.

[userbarson]

[cathrrrine]

based on this incorrect quote i posted

how the svu characters would react to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” text

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Fin Tutuola

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Part 2!

[decaffeinatednightcloud]

Squabbling with you

[mcbenson25]

Unspoken Bonds (Olivia Benson X Friend! Reader, Rafael Barba X Reader)

Request: Hello, there! I would like to request an Olivia Benson x Friend!Reader were reader and some friends in the alley near Olivia's apartment building. One day, after a fight with her boyfriend, reader is drinking beer in the spot she usually hangs out at, and Olivia talks her into going back into the apartment. They talk, and Olivia cooks her dinner. Olivia asks reader to join her some other time.

A/N: This request has been tweaked with the boyfriend but not boyfriend just someone the reader has been crushing on being Barba and the fight being him leaving the squad after his trial! I hope you like it so sorry it took so long!

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The air in the alley was usually welcoming. The hushed whispers, the laughter.

Today it seemed quiet. Tense.

You walked, a frown on you face as you rushed into the bar. You were not by any means a drinker, but you always came with the squad to drink after a case.

You sighed. There was no one here today and you needed a drink.

Or two or three.

Earlier in the day, a heated argument had erupted between you and Rafael. He was found not guilty and yet instead of celebrating you found yourself even more upset.

He wanted to leave. Leave the DA's office. Leave the squad.

Leave you.

It angered you how you had supported him from the moment he pulled the plug and it had all been for nothing. The weight of the disagreement lingered heavily in the air as you found yourself drowning another drink.

You loved him.

Not that he knew, of course. To him, you were just a friend. Just a really good friend he would call every morning, text every night, laugh with, go on vacations with.

Just a friend.

The whole squad knew you had feeling for him beyond a silly crush. You hadn't wanted to tell him. You were certain he didn't have the same feelings for you. If he did he would have already made a move by now. It had been years since you had met. So many coffee meet-up, trial victory dinners and late night movies.

You scowled as you asked the bartender for another one, not noticing someone eyeing you from across the bar.

Olivia, ever perceptive, noticed the turmoil in your eyes when you walked into the bar. She decided to give you some space but kept a watchful eye. As the night wore on and the three drink became six it became apparent that you weren't going to bounce back from this one easily. Olivia knew how much you cared for Barba. She knew the how upset you were. From the moment you had come back from the courthouse and left with you jacket without saying a word, Olivia knew something was wrong. A call from Rafael confirmed her suspicions. Lots of things were said, lots of unpleasant ones and Olivia listened as he pleaded her to check up on you.

Which led to her quietly approaching you.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her tone a careful mix of concern and warmth.

You looked up, offering a small, sad smile. "Hey, Liv. Yeah, sure."

The two of you settled into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the buzzing conversations. Olivia, familiar with the unsaid language of pain, waited for you to open up.

"He wants to leave, Liv," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "After everything that happened with the trial, he just wants to start fresh. I can't wrap my head around it, Liv. We fought, and I don't know what to do."

Olivia's eyes softened, understanding the weight of your words. "He's worried about you, you know?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course he is," you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

"Why haven't you told him?"

Your eyes went wide as you looked up. "Liv I can't."

"Why not?" Came the careful pry.

You felt something wet on your cheek and you touched it, realizing you were crying.

You were immediately engulfed by a caring warmth. Olivia held you, as the tears continued to flow freely down your face.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered into your ear as she called over the bartender to pay your tab

You nodded as you pulled away, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "No Liv let me pay-"

"No, I think you've gone through enough today." As she glanced down at the receipt she looked over at you and couldn't help but laugh as she passed you the bill.

You looked at it.

Holy shit. 200 bucks.

"Still want to pay?" She asked with a grin and you cracked, giggling as you shook your head.

Olivia finished paying and you tried to get up but immediately felt the weight of the drink your had.

This is why I don't get drunk.

Olivia helped you towards her car, laughing the whole way as you tried to walk in a straight line.

After a five minute struggle you managed to get into her car.

"Is it okay if we go to my place?" Olivia asked.

Feeling a sense of comfort in her offer, you agreed, allowing Olivia to guide you back to her apartment.

Inside, the apartment felt like a sanctuary. She made sure you were comfortable, offering a safe space for you to unload the burden you had been carrying.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You sighed and let out a deep breath. "I don't know Liv. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. We've been friends for years and he's never show any interest beyond our friendship."

Olivia nodded, the conversation beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You won't know unless you tell him. Would you really just let him leave without telling him?"

"I-I-I don't know. Maybe?" You tried, stuttering.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

You threw your hands up in defeat. "Liv come oooon! That's not fair."

Olivia shook her head, "It's not fair to either of you."

You were quiet.

After a while, sensing the need for a change of tone, Olivia suggested, "How about I cook us some dinner? A little distraction might do us good."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating the effort to get your mind off it.

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As Olivia moved around the kitchen, getting everything on the stove, she felt her phone vibrate.

A text message.

'Is she okay?'- Rafa

Olivia wiped you hand on a towel as she peaked her head and saw you had picked a book off herself and had begun to read it. She sighed before texting Rafael back.

'Yes but you need to tell her!'

A minute passed before a reply came.

'I will.'- Rafa

She smiled as she looked up at you form on the couch, engrossed in the book, before getting back to dinner.

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As the smell of food filled your nose you began to lose interest in the book you had grabbed from Liv's bookshelf. You stood up and placed it back in its spot before walking to the window, looking out at the city below.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You knew you had acted childishly. You knew going to the bar wouldn't and hadn't solved any of your problems.

You knew you had to tell him.

You checked your phone, having putting it on silence after storming out of Rafael's office.

70 new text messages and 20 missed calls.

A new text appeared before you could open the others.

'I'm sorry for today. I hurt you and I need to see you. Let me make this right. Please let me see you.'- Raf <3

Your heart skipped a beat but before you could text back Olivia called out, "Dinner's ready."

As you sat down to eat, the taste of Olivia's homemade dinner mingled with the shared silence made you anxious. She glanced up as your leg bounced erratically under the table.

"Are you ok-"

"He asked to see me!" You blurted out.

Olivia tried to hide her smile as she nodded. "And?"

"I'm going to tell him." You said with determination.

Olivia took a drink from her wine. "That's great. I'm glad."

You smiled as you texted Rafael back as Olivia took another bite from her food, trying to keep her composure as she felt her phone go off.

'Thank you Liv. I owe you a million.'- Rafa

Olivia looked up grinning and you grinned back.

"See my food makes everything better!" She joked.

You laughed. "Thank you Liv. Honestly you're such a good friend."

"It's what I do," She said with a smile as she began to think how she would tell the squad tomorrow.

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Taglist: @wittysunflower, @rocknroll900

Sorry this request took forever. The writing slump was quite real. I hope you all liked it and please leave comments and thoughts as well as requests!! Love you all!

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"All I Want for Christmas, is You"

Part two of All Isn't Calm, or Bright. There is some light angst with a happy ending because I'm a hopeless romantic. I think this little two-parter might be the start of multiple one-shots, or will take requests or provide prompts!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 1,477

Warnings: mention of possible overdose, but not in the way you think

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Sitting up, you push the hair out of your face, wincing slightly at the soreness that plagues your muscles. Looking around, you see your apartment empty yet pills and a bottle of water are on your bedside table.

Oh yeah, he was here. Keyword -was. 

After taking the two pills and chugging the rest of the water to soothe your dry mouth, you find the courage to push yourself up out of bed and pad to the bathroom. First, you notice that the dress you know you tossed by the garbage isn’t there. 

Sitting on the toilet for the best piss in your life, you get lost in your thoughts whilst recalling the events of last night that spurred on the alcoholic binge to numb the pain of heartbreak. 

You want to scream at him for how he has made you feel in these past few months. To yell at him about how unfair it is for him to call you querida at night and murmur sweet things to you anytime he can, whether it be secret whispers in passing or cuddled on the couch. Things that should never be exchanged between two people having a sex-only arrangement. 

Yet you know that part of this was your fault. You were stupid for ever thinking that this would ever be more than a casual relationship used to pass the time until the right one came around. Two lonely people who didn’t want to come home to an empty home or lay in a cold bed after the grimness of their jobs. And that thought alone hurts more than the slight pounding in your head and fatigue in your bones. 

“y/n?!

You frown upon hearing his voice, getting up and flushing the toilet before washing your hands. Shaking them off before wiping them on your shorts, you walk out to see Rafael setting the table up with takeout boxes, the centerpiece a purple vase full of purple and white flowers. 

“Hey, how are you feeling? I meant to leave a note but I figured I would be back before you woke up.”

“Sore.” You bite your lip to not say 'and heartbroken'.

“About last night, I, uh, I want to say I am sorry for what I said.” 

He pauses what he is doing, hands leaving the plastic bag of takeout. Looking over at you, the man who stares back at you is not a lawyer but instead reminds you of a teenage boy admitting for the first time he was wrong. 

“I shouldn't have told you that he was not good enough for you. I was out of line because I was jealous, but it is not my place to tell you who is and who is not good enough for you.”

You find your words- which you initially thought would be seething with red-hot anger- leave your mouth in a soft, more vulnerable tone. 

“I waited for you to say hi all night, I hoped you would ask me to dance.”

It’s your turn to pause as you close your eyes, blinking away tears that you refuse to let fall. Your arms find their way around your midsection as you hug yourself, rubbing your hands up and down to both warm and comfort yourself. 

“That ‘guy’ works narcotics and was showing me rings for his girlfriend of three years. He came to cheer me up because no one likes seeing a sad girl around the holidays. He didn’t say so, but he didn’t have to.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

His hand curls up into a fist, hitting his side softly as his face drops slightly. 

“I went to the bathroom to cool off. By the time I had gotten out of the bathroom to apologize, you were gone. I went to our place and you weren’t there. So I came here and couldn’t find you.

“Do you know how terrified I was when I found you passed out in the bathtub? My first thought was alcohol poisoning or an overdose and the thought of losing you… I couldn’t breathe.”

You flashback to last night and how you should have responded. You should have followed him and told him off for the audacity to say what he did to you, especially since he was the one who wanted this to be strictly casual. But your legs wouldn’t move towards him and carried you away from him. 

“It’s okay. I’ll be asking to be transferred to a different department after New Year's.”

“What?”

The warm tears prick at the corner of your eyes again, gathering until they spill over the water line when you blink. 

“Last night was the last straw, Rafael. As much as I love my job, seeing you at work- would slowly kill me. And you have such a good career ahead of you, and I don’t want to ruin that for you.”

“Please don’t.”

Your arms wrap around your midsection, squeezing your love handles softly. 

You pause, feeling your throat starting to close, tears on the edge of spilling over. And what started as sad tears is now tears of immense anger and frustration at the handsome man standing in front of you, in the jeans he knows make you feral, and the green sweater you bought him last winter. 

“I’m the one that should be sorry for thinking this would ever work beyond casual sex. I’m so stupid for acting like a couple behind closed doors for over a year now and not being able to even tell anyone or be called your girlfriend because you have some sort of commitment issue. And you know that I’m not- ”

In a few steps, your tangent is halted with a kiss. He grabs your face gently with one hand, the other firmly grasping the back of your head. 

You know he tastes the tears on your lips because the salty taste has hit your mouth. But he doesn’t seem to care as he pours all of his feelings into the kiss. It is enough to make you melt.

“Your favorite color f/c is, but you have developed a liking for o/f/c. You love the smell of f/s. You do this cute thing when you are focusing… you stick your tongue out, but you only do it in the apartment because you are too self-conscious about it around the squad. In your sleep, you snore and your foot always has to touch me.”

You bite your lip as he leans his forehead on yours, thumb swiping away tears before his fingers gently stroke your cheek. 

“You are more than just someone to hold at night, y/n. I think it would kill me if something ever happened to you, and I think about that every time I see you leave in the morning, and I thank God when you make it back into my arms at the end of the day. And I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner.”

He lets out a laugh as his hands move down to your back, rubbing up and down soothingly as tears spill from his own eyes. 

“Most of your wardrobe is in my closet, and let’s be honest, you should just sell your apartment and move in with me. I would have asked more eloquently if the situation was different.”

Now it is your turn to laugh. That makes him smile and he takes it as a sign that he can tug you against his chest. And he gently leans down, putting his face in the crook of your neck. 

You lean your head against him as he mumbles against your skin. And it feels natural to throw your arms around his neck, holding him in place. 

“Move in with me. I have your toothbrush, and I always stock your snack drawer by the couch.

“Besides, you are by far the smartest, most beautiful roommate I have ever had,” you let out a soft sigh as he places a kiss on your pulse point, “I love you. I have for months now. It’ll always be you, mi amour.”

The world stops spinning for a moment, and your heart rate picks up. Now it is your turn to pull his face up to yours and kiss him. And this time you pour all of your feelings into the kiss. 

“I love you too.”

“And I will call IAB myself and tell them about our relationship right now if that’s what it takes for you to be mine. And besides, I think Liv already knows and is just waiting for confirmation at this point.”

You grab the back of his neck, fingertips threading into the bottom of his hairline. With small scratches, he groans softly. You close your eyes, the weight in your chest having been lifted. 

“Go sit on the couch and find a movie. I’ll bring the food." He states, pulling away and shoving you lightly towards the couch, but not before adding a playful smack to your rear.