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caesarclowningaround · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

I was tagged by the lovely @lumiereandcogsworth!! Thanks dearie!! :D

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 146 and counting!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 596,943

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they? A lot. Too many to name all of them here.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

The Broken Doll - my Grandmaster/Loki fix-it fic

A Word - a barisi fic

Runts Make Petty Kings - my Loki/Jane Foster epic space adventures fic, which I’m still pretty proud of

Plus One - another barisi fic

Let’s Hope This Goes Swimmingly - and another barisi fic

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? I try to! Especially lately I’ve been trying to make it a habit to respond. Sometimes I don’t because either I simply don’t know what to say or I see the comment, but don’t have the energy to respond and i promise myself i will later but then i forget LOL

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I’ve written a few really angsty endings in my time, but maaaaaan Violet Skies really has to take the cake. Like, the ending was so angsty, I decided to write two sequels just so the story didn’t end on that note 😂 No other fic has ever compelled me to do that before

7. do you write crossovers? Bitch, that’s all I write 95% of the time these days! XD I’ve only written 2 non-crossover fics in the past year. Yes, i know I have a problem

8. have you ever received hate on a fic? I have, but it’s very rare and frankly only one particular time popped into my head from the past 5 years. There are benefits to writing niche crack crossover fics hardly anybody reads i guess

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? YEEEEEP idk, go look at the tags on my E-rated fics and find out 😏

10. have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, one of my older fics was uploaded to a website I had never heard of without my permission and honestly, I have no idea what happened after I filed my complaint

11. have you ever had a fic translated? Yep! My two Star Wars merman fics Horizon and Submerge were translated into Russian with my permission :D

12. have you ever co-written a fic before? Not really. I’ve had detailed discussions about ideas that I later wrote into fic or was written into fic by the person I was talking with, but nothing officially collaborated on

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship? (LA) Jafar/Prince Adam. not to sound like a narcissist, but it’s such a me ship. Cuz I started shipping it under very specific circumstances that I, personally, was going through and provided a very personal, safe space during a time I was still getting over being in a less than kind larger fandom. It’s a culmination of pieces of other fandoms I’ve been in over the years and am still in. I’m very protective of it, but I also get very excited when other people show interest. If you’re interested, please tell me! Please write and draw them! I need more people in this dinghy of a ship XD

14. what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Probably my Jafar/Adam Absolute Boyfriend/I’m Your Man AU. I started writing it around the time I’m Your Man premiered at the Berlin International Film Festival and Dan Stevens was doing a lot of promo for it and naturally it got me thinking about robot boyfriend!Adam which reminded me of that manga I read years ago. I would love to finish this AU someday. There’s a lot of fun ideas I put into it and I like what I wrote so far. But I reached a point with the fic where I didn’t know where I wanted to take it and I’ve been stumped ever since

15. what are your writing strengths? I’ve been told I’m good at writing angst and world building. And smut. Apparently I’m very good at writing smut lol

16. what are your writing weaknesses? Sometimes I’ll word things weirdly because I tend to write as my brain is thinking and y’know sometimes we don’t think in complete sentences or we think in concepts and those concepts don’t translate into a full sentence as easily as you picture it. It’s why I feel like my descriptions can get choppy. Also, I think I use unnecessary conjunctions and sequencers too much

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I think it’s fine as long as it’s done well and not over-used

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Pokémon. i was 6 and i wrote self-insert fic. it was very bad but i remember being very proud of myself for using the word “sighed”

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written? Violet Skies. I put so much into that fic. I got through some pretty dark times with that fic at my back. I don’t know if it’s my best fic, but it’s the one I put the most love into, which is saying a lot because (as sappy as this sounds) I try to write all my fics with love. I try to put my energy into writing characters and ideas that I love, or else what’s the point? write for love

20. who do you tag? Only if you want to <3 @pigsinablanketfort @zebsfloppyears @thatpratdragonlady @xavantina @loflight501 aaaand anybody else who wants to do it can consider themselves tagged!! :D

#all about me

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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I really and completely lost interest in SVU… and I needed to vent about it. (This is my personal opinion, and if you don’t share it, that’s very okay. Don’t hate me.)

(If you haven’t watched S23E09 ‘People vs Richard Wheatley’, spoilers ahead!)

I think I’m done with this show.

Ever since they started Organized Crime and brought back Meloni, it’s getting worse and worse. I really don’t understand what’s going on with the writers. I’m not someone who tweets much but I check Twitter everyday and every time I saw fans going after WL, I felt bad for him. I made excuses for him - and the others - but I can’t anymore. I don’t understand them anymore. SVU is being ruined.

Because this show is all about Bensler now. I feel like every storyline, every scene, every come back is just there to tease and promote this ‘relationship’. I love Mariska and I’m not a fan of Meloni but that’s not even about that. It’s about the fact that it feels like they are trying to erase the ten seasons we had without Stabler. And it just sucks. We were doing very well without him - especially Olivia.

Can it come back to what it was?!

When they brought back Danny/Nick Amaro for one episode, I was excited. I loved his character and missed him. They didn’t do him dirty (thank god) but they left his relationship with Olivia on a bad spot and that thing sucks. Why are they ruining every relationship Olivia has?! Such a mystery… 🙄

And now, Rafael. Dear god, Rafael. One of my favorite characters ever - all shows included - and they ruined him. I mean, I possibly can understand that he’s a defense lawyer now but even after watching the ep, I don’t get why he defended Wheatley?! This is the villain in OC. Rafael doesn’t defend villain. Especially not villains who goes after Olivia.

And his relationship with Olivia? They destroyed that too. “I feel betrayed by you.” This hurts really bad and I’m not even a Barson shipper (I’m on Team Barisi, but I’m not even going there ‘cause it’s a lost fight and I know it). But their friendship has been one of my favorite things on SVU since season 14, and now, I’m not even sure this friendship still exist. All of this for what? Promote Bensler? Again?

They really are ruining SVU. They ruined it for me, actually. I can’t watch it anymore, because I can’t find what I loved about it. I feel like if you don’t watch OC, you can’t follow SVU. These should be two different shows. They should stop mixing them the way they are, just to give Olivia and Elliot scenes.

Seriously, I’m not a big of fan of Rollins - never was - but where was she in last night’s ep? We barely even saw Fin. And somehow, I even felt like we didn’t see much of Carisi. Not to mention Kat’s and Garland’s departure at the beginning of the season. It’s like no one matters except EO. Where’s even Noah at?! Did the writers forget that Liv has a son?

I love Raúl more than I can express, and I love Rafael so much but fuck, I wished he didn’t come back. Because coming back for this? That’s shitty. Warren write Barba in the first place, and it feels like he forgot what he wrote years ago. They ruined a fans’ favorite. (However I admit that Raúl’s performance was freaking amazing. He killed it as always.) I can’t even imagine how they would make him come back one day. Not sure I want to, anyway.

Not sure I’ll ever watch SVU again. Thanks no thanks to the writers. If the show stopped, it wouldn’t move me. That’s how bad it is.

(NCIS hurt last season, there’s a lot that I don’t understand and dislike very much, but even through the changes, departures and arrivals, the show is still what it always was. A crime show, not a goddamn soap opera.) (Yes, I compare NCIS and SVU because they are my two favorite shows ever. And where NCIS still brings me comfort, SVU doesn’t anymore.)

As far as my writing goes, I’ll still write for Rafael and Sonny (if ideas come), but I’ll ignore the latest season.

#law and order svu #l&o: svu #svu season 23 #rafael barba #nick Amaro #nbc svu #svu #svu23 #I feel sad #I lost one my fav shows #it sucks #raul esparza

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pascalispretty · 3 years ago

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Late Night Study Session

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Student/teacher relationship (everyone is consenting and of age), age gap romance, established relationship, sneaking around, oral sex/blowjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, public sex.

Summary: A smutty snippet from an upcoming Barisi Law School AU. Sonny is working late, and Rafael stops by the library to distract him. Written for the "How 'bout in the library on top of books // But you can't be too loud" square for @melk917's bingo. Thanks as always to @lannister-slings-and-arrows for beta'ing and just generally being awesome. (ao3).

Rafael is hunched over his desk, still working his way through a dense DNA report, when his phone buzzes. He’s been here for hours and he hears something crack in protest when he finally looks up and rolls his neck. As a reward for making it to the end of the page he glances at his phone to see who is texting him so late.

He moves a little quicker when he sees Sonny’s name at the top of the notification, hurrying to unlock his phone so he can see what the younger man wants.

You up?

Rafael nearly snorts. He sets his pen down on the desk, tapping the fingers of his free hand as he tries to compose a reply. He hasn’t been able to see Sonny as much as he’d like recently, the younger man’s days increasingly preoccupied with studying for finals.

I’m up. Though I think I’m a little old to be getting booty calls via text.

Old or not, I miss you. Can you come here?

Aren’t you supposed to be studying? Sleeping with one of your teachers can only get you so far.

I am studying but I need a break. Come find me in the library ;)

A long sigh escapes Rafael as he pictures the look on Sonny’s face; those beautiful blue eyes looking so innocent while his mouth twists into a teasing smile. Sonny is hard to resist and he knows it. Rafael weighs his options. He can’t afford to have someone see him sneaking around with Sonny, especially not in the school’s library. On the other hand, it’s almost midnight. Most people will have already gone home by now, reducing the chances of anyone even seeing him there, let alone seeing him with Sonny.

You’re going to be the death of me. I’ll be there in about an hour.

Before he can change his mind and just ask Sonny to meet him at his apartment later, Rafael puts his phone face down on the desk beside him. He’s halfway through a discussion of DNA deterioration over time when his phone buzzes again.

Can’t wait. You know I’ll make it worth your while.

Rafael can imagine all too well how Sonny will make the trip uptown worth his while. His blood starts to rush south as he thinks about Sonny’s hands slipping down beneath his waistband, or his full lips stretched out around Rafael’s cock. Suppressing a shiver, Rafael picks up his phone again.

Fuck it. Leaving now.

******

Everything is quiet as Rafael makes his way up to the Maloney Library. It’s mostly deserted at this time of night–it closes in half an hour or so. Sonny had admitted once that he only stayed so late because he had more room to spread out rather than trying to study in his tiny bedroom while his roommate entertained his girlfriend in the living room.

Sonny is easy to spot when Rafael comes out of the elevator. He’s the only person in sight, seated at a long table and surrounded by a stack of books and papers as he types furiously on his laptop. His dark hair looks as though he’s been running his hands through it, a telltale sign of anxiety, and he looks so adorably rumpled that Rafael has a sudden urge to take him home and feed him something instead of staying here for a quickie.

The sound of his footsteps makes Sonny look up from his work and the sweet, tired smile that Sonny gives him only increases Rafael’s desire to tuck the younger man into bed and take care of him.

“You look worn out,” Rafael says softly as soon as he’s close enough. He’s tempted to lean down and kiss Sonny but he doesn’t dare–he doesn’t know whether they’re alone yet.

“They weren’t kidding when they called the class Complex Litigation,” Sonny laughs, saving his work and closing his laptop. “You don’t need to whisper; I’m pretty sure I’m the only one left on this floor. The place closes in fifteen minutes.” Sonny tilts his head towards the stacks and raises an eyebrow at Rafael.

“You sure you’re not about to fall asleep on me?” Rafael teases as Sonny stands up and stretches. The younger man chuckles, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Not quite yet. I wouldn’t complain if you let me fall asleep on you later though.” Sonny plucks one of the thick books off the desk and strolls towards the shelves, glancing back to make sure Rafael is following him.

“Inviting yourself back to my place for the night?” Rafael asks, glancing around the library just to double check that the place is as empty as Sonny says it is. It looks like he’s right; there seems to be absolutely nobody around. Even the staff have gone home. As soon as they’re far enough back into the bookshelves, Sonny abandons the heavy tome on a random shelf and grabs the lapels of Rafael’s coat.

“Yes. I’ve missed you,” Sonny replies, before pulling Rafael in for a kiss. Rafael brings one of his hands up to cup the nape of Sonny’s neck, holding the younger man close as he dips his tongue into his mouth. He tastes sweet and Rafael wonders if he has any snacks hidden away in his bag that he can steal later.

The fingers of his free hand slip under the soft fabric of Sonny’s gray Henley, holding onto Sonny’s waist as Rafael takes a step backwards and pushes him against the bookshelves. Sonny makes a soft, startled noise against Rafael’s mouth, his long arms looping around Rafael’s body and pulling him closer.

Some small part of Rafael’s brain screams at him to stop. That this is irresponsible and stupid and anyone could walk in here and see him with his tongue down the throat of one of his students. On the other hand he’s missed Sonny. He’s been so busy lately with papers and projects and tests in the run-up to winter break that he’s barely had time to see Rafael. Rafael understands, he remembers how hectic law school was, but his feelings about Sonny’s sudden absence from his life had been…unexpected.

Rafael hadn’t quite known how much he’d miss Sonny until he wasn’t around as much. After so many years of bachelorhood he had gotten used to the lanky bastard clinging to Rafael like a stuffed animal while he slept, or being woken to the sound of him clattering around in the kitchen making breakfast. The possibility of getting caught is far outweighed by his need to be close to Sonny right now, to make up for the time they had lost.

His train of thought is abruptly derailed when Sonny’s hands slide between their bodies to unbutton Rafael’s pants. The movement makes Rafael break the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at his lover.

“What’re you doing?” Rafael attempt to sound stern is ruined somewhat by the smile that curls around his lips at the mischievous look on Sonny’s face. Undeterred by the question he slides one of his hands beneath Rafael’s waistband, palming his cock through his underwear.

“I seem to recall promising I’d make the trip uptown worth your while,” Sonny whispers, smirking when Rafael’s cock starts to harden under his warm hand. “Does a blowjob in the library get me extra credit?”

“It gets you an A. For ‘Annoying Bastard’.” Sonny laughs, moving his hand beneath the soft cotton of Rafael’s underwear to wrap his long fingers around his cock. Rafael shifts one of his hands to hold onto the shelf behind Sonny’s head, steadying himself as the younger man gives his cock a few slow strokes.

“Are you sure that it shouldn't be A for ‘Amazing in Bed’?” Sonny mouths along Rafael’s jaw and he swears he can feel Sonny smiling against his skin when his hips stutter and push his cock back into Sonny’s hand.

“Stop talking,” Rafael rasps, conscious that they don’t have much time before the building has to close. He imagines that means security guards making sure the place is clear, and the thought of being caught with his cock stuffed down Sonny’s throat makes his stomach twist unpleasantly. To his surprise there’s no retort. Sonny just sinks smoothly down to his knees and pulls at Rafael’s clothes until he can free his cock.

Sonny wraps his fingers around the base of Rafael’s shaft, steadying it as he darts his tongue out to lick away the precome already beaded at the tip. Even the barest brush of Sonny’s tongue has Rafael choking back a groan; it’s been too long. The younger man notices and flashes Rafael an impish look before sucking the head of his cock into his mouth. The grip Rafael has on the bookshelf tightens and he grabs a fistful of Sonny’s dark hair with his free hand.

He makes the fatal mistake of looking down at Sonny while he works more of Rafael’s cock into his mouth. Those lovely full lips are stretched tight around his shaft and his eyes are screwed shut as he concentrates on his task. He knows he won’t last long, not with the warm wet pull of Sonny’s mouth and such a sight before him.

“Fuck, good boy,” Rafael whispers hoarsely, his hips giving a testing thrust that pushes his cock a little deeper. Sonny moans around him, the vibrations making Rafael’s eyes roll back in his head. He watches intently as Sonny bobs his head, sinking down further on Rafael’s cock, and Rafael can’t resist giving another flick of his hips. Sonny groans again, his free hand pulling at Rafael’s hip to encourage him to do it again.

Biting his lip to stop any moans escaping him, Rafael slowly starts to fuck Sonny’s mouth. He knows from experience that Sonny must be achingly hard right now. The memory of Sonny squirming and blushingly confessing how much he enjoys it when Rafael fucks his face will be etched on his brain until the end of time.

“God, Dominick. The mouth on you,” he groans, his fingers tightening in Sonny’s hair. He should feel like a dirty old man for enjoying the sight of Sonny–almost two decades his junior, and his student–on his knees, with Rafael’s dick in his mouth. Yet he can’t think past the soft sounds Sonny is making or the way he gags as he tries to take even more of his cock. His abdominal muscles are tightening as the tension in his core builds and he nearly chokes on his own spit when Sonny manages to take him so deeply that his nose nuzzles at the trail of hair leading to Rafael’s groin.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Rafael pants, a shudder racing down his spine as Sonny moans around his cock again. “My good boy loves getting his throat fucked, doesn’t he?” He tugs a little harder with the hand tangled in Sonny’s hair and he has to bite back a groan when Sonny sucks more urgently, hollowing his cheeks.

“Oh–come on baby, keep sucking like that. You feel amazing–if you keep being so good I’ll take you home with me and fuck you stupid before I put you to bed.” The praise elicits another delicious noise from Sonny and Rafael has to sink his teeth into his lower lip to stop himself from groaning loudly. He’s not going to last; it’s been too long since he’s last seen Sonny, since they’ve done this.

“You going to let me come in your mouth, Dominick? Show me how good you are and swallow for me?” Rafael demands through gritted teeth. He assumes the answer is ‘yes’ given the way Sonny seems to redouble his efforts. He tries to time his thrusts to how Sonny is bobbing his head, tugging on his handful of Sonny’s hair when he bumps against the back of Sonny’s throat.

Teetering on the brink of coming, Rafael chances another look down. This time his lover is looking up at him. He looks thoroughly fucked; his eyes glassy and his chin slick with spit, those pretty lips pink and swollen and stretched so enticingly around Rafael’s cock.

Rafael comes hard, his hips stuttering and his breath coming in hard pants as he tries not to let any moans escape. Sonny swallows eagerly around him, only stopping when Rafael tugs him away by his hair. Instead he helps Sonny to his feet and presses him back against the bookshelves, kissing him softly–an abrupt contrast to the way he’d just been using Sonny’s mouth.

“I changed my mind,” Rafael tells him as he pulls away, smoothing Sonny’s hair down. “You get an F. For ‘Fucking Perfect’.” It makes Sonny smile bashfully, a smile that reminds Rafael just how much trouble he’s in. He'd do anything to keep Sonny smiling at him like that.

Trying not to think how in over his head he is, Rafael tucks himself back into his pants and does them back up.

“Can I still stay with you?” Sonny asks, using the back of his hand to wipe away the spit on his chin. The two of them start to walk back to where Sonny was studying and Rafael has to resist the urge to reach for Sonny’s hand as they move into the more open space. There’s no sense in continuing to push their luck, even if he’d very much like to tangle his fingers with Sonny’s and walk hand in hand with him.

“Of course you can. I’ll even help you study in the morning if you want. But only after you’ve had a good night’s sleep. And eaten an actual meal,” Rafael answers, watching as Sonny starts to gather his things. The younger man grins, that mischievous look reappearing in his eyes.

“You know I always sleep so much better after I’ve come.”

#rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba #sonny carisi #law and order svu #melk917fantasybingo

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narcissuslecter · 10 months ago

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hey babes it's your favorite internet menace and writer who doesn't publish anything and constantly teases u all!

angsty barisi fic updates!

chapter 1 this friday. for real i'm so serious this time. barisi angst fic chapter one from the one and only me comes out this friday.

As Needed.

then chapter 2 next friday if all goes according to plan (it never does but that's why u all love me.)

in the meantime, send me headcanon requests! characters i take requests for found here:

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will b more active! life has been busy but i miss all of u and i miss my fave showsss. anyways.

be gay, see u next time <3

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sage-stories-writing · 3 years ago

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"Give me a Quote."

Here’s a little bit of a Barisi AU just for funsies.

~~~~ “Barba, come on,” Carisi pressed, following the lawyer down the courthouse steps.

“Carisi,” the journalist, almost crashed into him as Barba came to a full stop on the steps. Barba took a glance up at the taller man and went up a stair to be higher than him. “No comment.” Barba immediately turned away.

“Barba, you’re prosecuting one of the most important cases in New York state.” Barba paused and turned only slightly.

“Carisi,” Barba glared. “You’re intruding on my most precious time dedicated to prosecuting one of the most important cases in New York state.” He crossed his arms. “Oh, is that not good enough for the paper?”

Carisi frowned.

“I’m not putting our banter in the paper.” It was Barba’s turn to frown. What banter? “Why won’t you give me a quote?”

“I’ve already spoken to the press. And I’m sure you heard plenty in that courtroom.” Barba began walking away again .

“Please.” Barba rolled his eyes. “Why?” He inquired holding his recorder.

“It’s not my story to tell,” Barba stated simply and the journalist nodded.

“That’s very noble, but you’re doing great work here!” Carisi’s arms flayed about. “I just want to learn a little more about you.” Of course, that did everything for Barba’s ego.

“Aren’t you an investigative journalist?”

Barba knew of course. Carisi was a regular at the high-profile press conferences and impromptu interviews on the courthouse steps. The young journalist had really made a name for himself in that investigative category with the New York Times while reporting on many important subjects. He had contributed to the fall of several powerful men and seemed to be the bane of all crooked politicians' existence. Barba considered for a moment that he was also a powerful man, but he felt, unlike these other men...He had little to hide. That didn’t mean however that he was comfortable with Carisi or any journalist investigative or otherwise disrupting his valuable time. That didn’t mean he didn’t value the free press…

“Yeah.” Carisi replied simply interrupting his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m an investigative journalist.”

“What makes me so interesting to investigate?”

“Plenty.” Carisi smiled then and Barba really wished he hadn’t...The man was quite charming. He had a not-so-offensive-looking face and these beautiful blue eyes. He was tall and lanky but also seemed quite toned under his three-piece suit. He noted that he’d gotten rid of the mustache he once had back when he first started reporting. He must have been staring too long because the journalist was looking all smug.

“So can I get a quote?”

“No,” Barba stated collecting himself. “Just keep doing your important work of investigating and I’ll do my important work of prosecuting.” He felt that was a good final line and he turned away to greet Olivia at the bottom of the steps.

* * * “District Attorney Rafael Barba had little time to offer me as he sauntered off the courthouse steps, no doubt preparing for another hard day in court.”

Sauntered?

Barba huffed. He read through the rest of the article and the breakdown of the day in court. Carisi was quite the journalist and he was surprised by how well he deconstructed the courtroom lingo and processes. He had read somewhere that he was attending law school or he had attended law school? That fact certainly showed up in his reporting. He supposed the journalist did write a good story. Barba was a huge supporter of real journalism like the content Carisi generated. He was glad to see he was reporting about ending sexual and gender-based violence and really centering the survivor and...

This was not how he should be using his time.

He closed out the New York Times app and eyed the clock on the wall--

“Do you need anything else before you’re due in court?” Carmen poked her head into his office.

Barba rifled through the papers on his desk for a second and checked the witness list. “No, I am prepped and ready. Thank you Carmen.”

“Great.” She was a very good paralegal. The best in the building.

Time for court. * * *

“Court is adjourned until tomorrow morning at 9 am,” Judge Barth declared. The gavel echoed in Barba’s mind as he felt a migraine coming on. He had a lot of fixing to do tomorrow morning after this hell of a day. He knew this day would be rough and he was prepared to handle all of it tomorrow but that didn’t stop the pressure he was feeling to make everything right.

Olivia’s anxious eyes bore into his soul as he turned to face her and the victims. There were 5 sitting in the front row today. All five of their cases were unable to be prosecuted, each waiting with bated breath throughout the trial hoping to get some semblance of justice. They were all standing now, almost in unison.

“We knew this day would be tough.” He stated simply. “We’re prepared to fight this tomorrow. The jury will see who he is.”

“We’ll get him.” He was glad Olivia was here to comfort them. She was much better than he was with that aspect of justice.

“Sure.” Quinn, one of the younger ones, gave a tight-lipped smile.

He heard a few scattered thank yous and thanks from the group.

“I’ll walk all of you out.” Kat and Fin led the survivors out of the door.

“Do you need help getting out of here?” Olivia searched his face. This case was a media circus and Barba had been bombarded yesterday on his way into his apartment. He was glad the victims, witnesses, and their families were protected since they too had been being followed and tracked it seemed. He noticed Carisi standing at the back of the courtroom writing some notes.

“Barba?” Olivia prompted again to answer her question. Carisi was closing his laptop then and shoving it in his bag.

“Hold that thought.” He pulled together his files and started to walk off. Olivia was quick to follow. “Carisi.” He called out. “Can you tell your reporter friends to knock it off? They’re bombarding our witnesses and our survivors.”

“I wish I could.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Unfortunately, most of them are not colleagues of mine at the New York Times…” He trailed off. “Dominick Carisi, you can call me Sonny.” He stuck out his hand and Olivia shook.

“Captain Olivia Benson.” He gave a soft smile in reply.

“I know who you are.” He took out a pen and paper. “Do you have anything you’d like to share?”

“Not with you.” She countered. “But uh…” She lowered her voice. “Keep up the good reporting.” Barba caught her eye and she shrugged.

“You need help getting out of here?” Carisi asked suddenly.

“I think we can handle it,” Olivia replied with a little huff.

“Hey, if you’re seen talking to me, the vultures will leave you alone.”

“Are you aware you’re one of the vultures?” Barba quipped.

“A nice one.” Carisi countered and Olivia chuckled looking between them.

“Sure. You can walk us out.” Barba shrugged. “But I’m not talking to you about this case.”

“What case are we talking about then?” He smirked, opening the door for the three of them to walk through.

Olivia stepped away to answer a call.

“None.” He glared but stopped waiting for the captain to be finished on the phone.

“We’ll see--”

“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m needed at the precinct. I can drop you somewhere--”

“It’s really fine.” Barba assured, she didn’t look convinced but nodded anyway.

“We have another case. We’ll call you when we need you.” She patted Rafael’s arm and then glanced at Carisi before walking through a crowd of reporters.

“So.” Barba raised an eyebrow. “You’re walking me out?” Carisi beamed.

He really wished he’d stop doing that.

“Absolutely!” He had a hand on Barba’s back to steer him in one direction but quickly pulled back. “So you went to Harvard?”

“I don’t like small talk.”

“We have to talk to each other to keep the vultures away.” Carisi shrugged.

“Right,” he sighed. “Yes, Harvard for law school. NYU for undergrad. And you?” Barba asked although he knew the answer already from his bio from the New York Times.

“Oh Bard and then uh Yale.” He steered them in another direction. "Hope there's not too much rivalry there." Barba rolled his eyes.

“That’s the door I need to--” Barba was interrupted as Carisi steered him again.

“I know for taking you out the back.” He shrugged.

“How do you know--”

“I never reveal my sources.” He joked. Barba rolled his eyes. “This is a nice quiet place to speak with people who might want to share details with me.”

“Uh-huh.” Barba responded.

The two walked through the maze-like halls to get to the exit. Carisi babbled away and Barba listened. They continued to talk, nothing of too much substance was said but Barba had appreciated that he strayed away from questions about the case. He wondered how Carisi ever shut up to give way to actually listen to sources but he managed to if his latest pieces were any indication.

“Okay, we’re here.” He gestured as he approached and opened the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” Sonny wondered aloud.

“If you’re at the courthouse, you’ll manage to find me,” Barba muttered stepping outside into the remaining light of the evening. ~~~~ Thanks for reading!

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 2*

Part 1

Part 3

Y'all IDK what it is about this story but I can just write and write and write. This one ended up being 11 pages [on a google doc] And I only stopped because it's 2:15 am.

I hope you guys like this, but I just want to clarify: This isn't a Barisi fic. I'm sorry, if you're looking for that, just...this isn't it. I mean they do interact and it'll be fun, but they will not be ending up together.

That being said, enjoy this new chapter! I'm debating on how pathetic enamored Sonny is, I don't think I'm gonna go that deep. No worries, people.

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"Y/N, I'm so happy for you and Barba. You make the cutest couple," Sonny beamed at you while you were wrapped in Rafael's arms, huge smiles on all of your faces.

"Thank you Sonny, that means so much." You gave him a warm hug.

"Yeah….and you'll make the cutest couple in HELL!" All of a sudden Sonny pushed both you and Rafael off a cliff.

You were falling to your death when you woke up to your professor glaring at you.

"Have a nice nap, Miss Y/N?" He scowled at you.

"Um," You cleared your throat and straightened up at your desk. "Yes sir,"

"Good," he huffed as he headed to the front of the classroom once more. "Maybe now we can continue without your snoring,"

You heard the students around you snicker at his comments as You sunk lower into your desk and waited for class to end. It had been a long train ride home and then a drive to your apartment last night, you hadn't gotten home until around 2 am and had this 8 am class. As soon as the professor dismissed your class you booked it out of the class and out into the parking lot of your community college.

"Ugh, could this day get any--" before you could even finish your thought you got your answer. Your phone beeped with a text from Rafael:

RAFA: Hey killer, how's the bullshit county? 😉

That was the nice thing, then just as you were about to text him back your phone lit up.

SONNY BOI CALLING

"Shit!" You hissed to no one. "How does he know?!"

"Ahem….Heyyy, cuz," You answered it with your best nonchalant voice. That of course sounded totally chalant.

"Hey sunshine," His voice sounded relaxed, thank God.

"What's up?" You tried keeping your tone light as you neared your car.

"Well y'know I was just thinkin, I feel real bad about standing you up last night,"

"Oh, Son it's no big deal really," the fact that he felt guilty about anything made you feel even more guilty.

"No, I know you have a busy schedule and it takes a lot to get into the City and I just blew you off," He kept on with the guilt train.

"You didn't blow me off Son you had work. I get that--" You unlocked your car and got in, starting it so your windows would thaw. And your whole body.

"Well I wanna make it up to you," He cut you off.

"Oh?" your voice fell short. This couldn't be good.

"Yeah, my boss-- well he's not really My boss but Mr. Barba--"

Oh shit. Barba? Was Barba having a party? Why wouldn't He tell you that? Wait why WOULD he tell you that? Stupid. Wait, what was Sonny saying?

".... birthday, so you could be like my date," you caught the tail end of his invite.

"Birthday?" You repeated like a parrot. It was Barba's birthday? Oh god. You were really trying not to focus on how old he was. Don't ask. For the love of god don't say it Sonny.

"Yeah don't worry you don't need to get him anything, I got it covered," Sonny assured you.

Well, that was one way you could figure out just how much your cousin cared about his "idol". The more expensive the gift, the stronger the feelings were. You wondered whether you should ask him now or wait for the surprise. Maybe you should ask now, then his answer should tell you what you'd be getting into.

*So what did you get this 'non boss' of yours?" You asked slyly.

"Oh," now Sonny's voice dropped. "Well I, I don't wanna say,"

Fuck.

Don't panic. Do not panic.

"Oh come on Sonny," you did your best to keep a joking tone. "What am I gonna do, tell him?"

Should you joke about it? Hidden in plain sight, right?

"No I guess not, it's not like you know him,"

Whew.

"It's just kinda embarrassing…."

Oh god.

"O-Oh?" You tried to stay calm. "Why's that? Is it a gag gift?"

Please be a gag gift.

"Actually it's a new briefcase," He replied.

"Oh why is that embarrassing you goof?” You gave him a hard time. What was that in the emotional baggage department? Pun intended.

"I mean, it's more expensive than the one I own," You could hear the shrug in his voice.

Fuck. Don't ask why. Don't ask. But if you don't ask, that will be even more suspicious wouldn't it?

"Oh Son," You asked softly. "Why would you do that?"

"Well the one he has is as old as dirt, I think it's probably the first one he ever bought. I wanted him to look snazzy in court." He replied with a super eager tone.

"That's sweet," you were pounding your steering wheel in frustration. Say it.

"Seems like a lot of work for a mentor though," You closed your eyes mentally killing yourself.

"Yeah well," he laughed uncomfortably.

Say it.

"Sonny…” You didn’t want to do this.

“Yeah?” He was oblivious.

“You know you can always talk to me,”

“Yeah of course,” He assured you.

“About anything,” You scrunched your nose.

“Yeah I know, sunshine,” He half laughed.

“ANYTHING,” You reiterated

There was a long awkward pause.

“...Sonny?” You made sure he hadn’t hung up on you.

“Yeah, I'm here,” He replied softly.

“So?” You waited for the bomb to drop.

So…. He sighed. "I just want him to like me,"

Dammit.

"....Yeah," You nodded, cursing yourself.

"Yeah, its stupid. I'm stupid." He laughed again.

“You're not stupid,” you laid your head on the steering wheel in shame.” I mean the heart wants what it wants right?”

“What?! Oh my god, Y/N,” He scoffed. “I'm not gay,”

“….Sonny it's 2021,” you shook your head. “Sexuality is a spectrum,”

Right well. He laughed defensively. "I'm on the p in the v scale,"

“Ugh, Sonny,” you made a face.

“Sorry sunshine,” He apologized. “I just...why would you even think that?!”

“Uh…” You paused.

Maybe he wasn't fully aware that he had romantic feelings for Rafael. If you started pointing out the signs, he might realize it. But then you'd have a cousin going through gay panic AND then finding out it doesn't matter anyway.

"No reason," You lied.

"I just want him to like him so he'll give me a good recommendation once I graduate Fordham Law,"

"Oh" you smacked your head. "Duh. Right. Of course,"

That was completely legitimate. Maybe you had been misreading this whole thing. Now you just had the whole overprotective Gotti side of Sonny to worry about.

"Well I guess I could spend the weekend in the city," You shrugged as you pulled out of the parking lot.

“Absolutely!” He exclaimed. “My couch is always open,”

Not exactly where you were thinking of sleeping, but you weren't blowing your cover over the phone. Wait, maybe you should. Then he couldn't kill you over the phone. Wait, he's presumably at work right now. You didn't know how closely he worked with Barba, but you figured it would be a hell of a lot easier for Sonny to get to him before you could stop him from killing Rafael.

"Sure sounds good. I'll see you then cuz,” You smiled and hung up the phone.

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Friday arrived, and you once again found yourself standing outside Forlini's. You debated heavily whether to go in or not, but you told yourself you were going to wait for Sonny outside this time, no more risking a sexy bar rendezvous.

You hadn’t really responded to Rafael’s texts the last few days, and you certainly didn’t tell him you were coming. Maybe you should have told him. You grabbed your phone to text him when you heard a familiar voice behind you:

“Y/N?”

You spun around to see Rafael dressed to the 9’s, smiling at you. He smelled delicious, mixed with the food aroma wafting out of the restaurant and the smell of freshly fallen snow in New York City.

“...Happy Birthday, Counselor,” You bit your lip nervously.

“W-What are you doing here?” He stared at you as if he thought he was dreaming.

“Sonny invited me,” You nervously smiled.

“Seriously?” He laughed.

“Seriously,” You nodded with a laugh as well.

“Did-- did you say anything to him?” He asked you worriedly.

“Are you insane?!” You hit him. “No!”

“So why did he invite you here?” He asked.

“He said it was to make up for ditching me the other night,” You shrugged.

“...The irony,” He smirked.

“Mmm,” You nodded with an amused smile.

“Well this is a very happy birthday indeed,” He smiled, pulling you closer into his coat similar to the night you had met.

“....Just don’t ask which one it is,” He warned you while staring at your lips deviously.

“Deal,” You nodded in agreement before he pulled you into a hungry kiss.

“DUDE!!” You snapped back before his lips were on yours for more than a millisecond. “Are you nuts?! Sonny’s gonna be here any second!”

“It’s my birthday, carino,” He made a pouty face. “Don’t yell at me,”

“Oh lord,” You rolled your eyes. “Alright, man child,”

He was about to go for another sneaky kiss when you both heard a voice from behind you.

“....Sunshine?”

“Oh!” You jumped ten feet away from Rafael when you turned to see Sonny standing there with a huge gift bag, staring slack jawed at the two of you. “Sonny! I um, we--”

“I was teaching your cousin a lesson in New York safety,” Rafael talked over you, his face completely stone. God he was a good liar.

“Excuse me, counselor?” Sonny raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. You just stared in speechlessness.

“She was standing on this curb holding her bag out for any miscreant on these streets to just wrestle away from her, I was just demonstrating how,” He gestured to your open purse.

“Barba I really think this ain’t that kinda neighborhood,” Sonny half laughed.

“...You never know,” Rafael shrugged. “Now let’s all get inside, I’m sure everyone is anxious to start celebrating me,”

You and Sonny both rolled your eyes with smiles; too similar of smiles, you noticed. Thankfully, he did not. You both followed Rafael back to a private room where a bunch of fancy dressed people were mingling with drinks in their hands while two long empty tables stood in the middle of the room. They all stopped and clapped when Rafael walked in.

“Oh, for me?” He feigned surprise and humility.

“Yeah right Barba,” A woman laughed sarcastically. “You’re the one who invited us here,”

“Touche, Rita,” Rafael smirked as he began making the rounds around the table greeting everyone.

“So are we allowed to eat now, I’m starving,” An older man asked.

“And I’ve got a son waiting,” A red headed woman chimed in.

“Right, right,” Rafael nodded as people began to take seats. “Sorry everyone, you know I love to make a dramatic entrance,”

“Oh trust me we know, Barba,” Another man called. “Your catwalks into the courtroom prove that. I think we have a montage of them,”

“Ha Ha,” Rafael rolled his eyes, then turned to you and Sonny.

“Sonny,” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you sit next to me?”

“R-Really, counselor?” You saw Sonny’s eyes light up like Christmas tree lights.

Fuck. You knew he was only asking him so that you would sit next to him as well. And while you loved the idea, you knew how much this was toying with Sonny’s feelings.

“A-Are you sure, about that Mr. Barba?” You gave him a look.

“Absolutely, Miss-- I didn’t catch your name?” He played it so cool.

“Y/N,” You held out your hand as you re-introduced yourself.

“Right, well--” He shook your hand then turned his attention to Sonny who was still beaming like a kid on Christmas. “I don’t know how much Carisi has told you, but he is quite the promising mentee of mine,”

“....R-Really, Rafael?” Sonny blinked in disbelief, causing Rafael’s smile to falter for a moment. Sonny had never called him “Rafael” before, it was always “Barba”. Shit, maybe he had given him too much praise.

“I mean, you know, for a lap dog,” He quickly added with a snarky tone and a smirk.

“Mr. Barba!” You tried not to raise your voice at the birthday boy. “That is my cousin you’re talking ab---”

“No, no it’s fine Y/N-- th-that’s how we work isn’t it, counselor? He just gives me jabs, I know he doesn’t mean it,” Sonny laughed nervously, staring at the floor. He knew not to get too comfortable with Barba, why did he even try it?

“Indeed,” Rafael nodded in agreement. “But, I still request you sit by me-- at least I know you don't poison my food. Which is more than I can say for many of my esteemed ‘guests’,” He eyed the tables of people before him.

“Then why invite them to your party?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“I get that Jersey doesn’t have the social classes of Manhattan, Miss Y/N,” He smirked. “But here, you’ve got to do things to keep up appearances,”

“Oh do you?” You practically growled.

“Yes,” He nodded while a waiter brought him a glass of scotch. “Even if you don’t like someone, if they serve a purpose for you than you do what you must to keep in their good graces,”

“Oh is that so? So you’re only kind to people who can ‘serve’ you?” You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

What kind of Danny Zuko bullshit was this?! This was an entirely different Rafael Barba you had met the other night. He was kind, flirty, endearing. This new Barba was snarky and condescending, and you were not amused at all.

“Y/N, chill,” Sonny hissed at you. “This is just how Barba is, he’s harmless,”

“Yeah well you might not mind being his doormat Sonny, but I sure as hell won’t be,” You angrily stomped off.

“Oh my god,” Sonny muttered, wondering if he should run after you or not. “Barba, I am so so sorry about her,”

“It’s fine, Carisi,” He watched you stomping away, trying to hide the guilt in his voice. He was just trying his best to throw Sonny off the trail. He may have overcompensated just a tad.

“I-I should go check on her, She’s just a kid--”

“No, allow me,” Rafael put a hand to Sonny’s chest. “It was my faux paux, I should apologize to her myself. I was being a bit of an ass,”

“Yeah but that’s just you, Barba,” Sonny chuckled, trying not to blush at Rafael’s hand on his chest.

“True, but I forget not everyone knows me as well as you do, Carisi,” And now he was trying to be extra nice to Sonny to get on his good side, while cluelessly egging on his feelings.

“That is very true,” Sonny laughed even more nervously. “I’ll uh, I’ll take a seat and get our drinks ordered,”

“Excellent,” Rafael smiled at him, probably one of five times in the entire time they’d known each other. He gave Sonny one more pat on the back before walking after where you had stomped off to.

He found you right before you hit the front door, his hand catching yours before it could grab the handle. You turned and scoffed at him, your scowl still present after stomping off.

“Oh, come to appease me, counselor? How can I be of service to you?” You snapped.

“Please, Y/N,” He gave you apologetic eyes as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry, I just-- I didn’t want Carisi to think anything was off. He already caught us being handsy, I had to make it look like we disliked each other,” He explained.

“Oh I think you’ve done that above and beyond, jackass,” You huffed. “First I’m too stupid to not get robbed in the city, and then I’m too uncultured to understand ‘high society’ manipulative bullshit?”

“I’m sorry, I may have gone a little over--” He started.

“But that wasn’t even an act, was it?” You interjected angrily.

“What do you mean?” He asked you curiously.

“Your line of you having ‘use’ of a person? I assume that is why you have a room full of powerful people you dislike as opposed to a room full of sycophants?” Yeah, you might just go to community college but you knew big words too.

“I mean, that is how it works--”

“Jesus Christ,” You shook your head with a laugh. “You know I understood for about half a second why my cousin is so infatuated by you, but I am losing that belief real quick,” You turned and started to walk away again.

“Y/N come on,” He grabbed both of your arms this time and pulled you close into him, your noses almost touching.

“Look I’m-- I’m sorry, that I’m---this,” He gestured to himself.

“But that’s just how I have to be in their world,” He gestured back towards the room. “I’m telling you, it’s a room full of sharks. If I show weakness or misstep in decorum, I’m nothing but chum to those people,”

“The guy you met the other night, that’s the real me,” He put a hand to your cheek. “I never get to be that guy, not in public. That’s why I was so attracted to you,” He put his other hand on your waist.

“I don’t have to be ‘Rafael Barba, the snarky ADA with a silver tongue,’ I can just be…’Rafa’,” He gave you an earnestly sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” You blinked in confusion. “I know I’m not helping myself but what exactly is the ‘ADA’?”

Your question brought that familiar amused grin and a laugh. “See, this is what I’m talking about,”

“Oh yeah I know, the ignorant girl you can placate--”

“No,” He put a finger on your lips. “The earnest, normal, gorgeous girl,” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sure if we took a poll in here right now the majority of the room would be with you, not knowing what an ADA is,”

“Which still doesn’t answer the question,” You pointed out.

“I…” He tried to think of a way to explain his role in the Manhattan judicial system. “Well, the DA of the county is like-- the King of Lawyers in that section. Or queen, as my boss is Rita,” He shook his head with a laugh. Oh Rita Calhoun, the stories he could tell about her.

“So, you’re her king?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Eh, I’d say Prince but she’d probably say Jester if she heard this metaphor to be honest with you,”

“Mmm I like that,” You finally let yourself smile at him.

“A Prince?” He grinned.

“The Jester,” You gave him a tongued smile, settling against his chest.

“Well, I’ll gladly take that title if it makes you happy,” He kissed your forehead. “I’d do anything to make you happy right now,”

You looked into his green eyes, they were now their usual sparkling green hue, and you remembered very quickly how you had gotten yourself in this mess in the first place. He really was a sweet, charming, gorgeous guy. And then you remembered those were probably all the reasons Sonny fell for him too.

“Ahem.” You straightened up and stepped out of his grasp. “Well, what would make me happy right now is getting back to my cousin,”

“Oh,” Rafael’s eyes softened into a sad gaze.

“Rafael, I think he really likes you,” You bit your lip with guilt. “And you toying with him just now isn’t helping!”

“Toying with him?” Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion? “I wasn’t toying with--”

“Sit by me, Carisi? You’re important to me, Carisi?” You imitated his questions in a mocking tone.

“I had to ask him that so you would--” He started to explain, but you already knew.

“I know!” You stopped him. “I know, that’s why it’s so fucked!” You put your hands over your face.

“Carino…” Rafael walked over and pulled your hands from your face and held them.

“I’m hurting him every second that I stand here with you, and I--” You bit your lip trying not to cry. “I’m still doing it! I can’t walk away!”

“So don’t,” He squeezed your hands with an even sadder look.

“This is just--” You broke free from his grasp once again and wiped your eyelids. “We need to get back before Sonny comes after you,”

“....So where does this conversation leave us, then?” He asked you cautiously.

“I don’t…” You gazed into his puppy dog emerald eyes. “I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it right now, okay?”

“Fair enough,” He put his hands down in concession. “...But we really need to--”

“Yeah, I know,” You nodded softly as you walked back to the private room, Rafael trailing behind you.

All you could think on the way back was how in God’s name were you going to make it through the rest of the night.

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