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“Happy Birthday Babies!” Part of Hostage Series

The reader FINALLY gives birth to the twins!

I have to say, I re-did this story so many times. I just couldn’t decide what to do with it (should I make it fluffy? Dramatic?) so I’m worried that it’s not my best work and for that I apologize. ❤️

It was a scorching hot summer day. The air conditioner and extra fans you had brought into the living room drowned out the sound of the morning news show playing in the background while you sat on the couch opening a baby gift. “Oh my God!!!” You shrieked. “Rafael! Look!!!”

You heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, your husband nearly tripping over his own feet as he ran into the living room. “What!? What is it?! Is it time?”

“No, it’s not that. Look at these cute baby suspenders my friend got for the twins!” You held up two pairs of matching pink and blue suspenders.

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Crossing Boundaries - Carisi

Sonny Carisi x Reader

She was single for more than a couple of years after her long term relationship. Her friends all badgered her to get back out there and start dating. It was getting pretty irritating. She could usually tone out the badgering. When they saw that they were wasting their breath, they would cunningly set her up on dates without her knowing. They were all so sneaky. It happened so much that she gave in and just let them play matchmaker.

They were going to give up after her few failed first dates, but this is where Sonny came in. They introduced him to her at a housewarming party. He was a great guy, but he was always so busy with work so they never introduced him to her. They all told her to just forget the whole pressure of dating and just give him a chance, as friends. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, so she did. This was the only way she could get them off her back. When the friends saw how well they got along, they scheduled more group social hangings. The plan was to slowly ease her into seeing him more often and being comfortable with him. Thankfully, their plan worked. After all, they were both very likable people. Soon enough, they became friends. Not close friends at first, but friendship always takes time.

Sonny, was Sonny. He was the guy that everyone liked because he was overly friendly and quick to help anyone in need. The man had a way with taming sour atmospheres and always had a joke in the back of his mind. He was what people would describe a physical embodiment of a ray of sunshine. Though, if you were to ask her if she found him attractive at first, she would deny it. Why? Because she would say that he was loud, trying too hard to please others, and talked too much with his hands. Eventually, those annoying little things, turned into charming little things. It took some time, but she warmed up to him.

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Sonny Carisi x Reader (I)

Request: Sonny x Reader. They’ve just had a baby and things are going really well but then Y/N’s name comes up in an investigation as a potential victim. How will Sonny react?

Warnings: Mentions of Reader being sexually assaulted

Word Count: 1,716

           Sonny Carisi was content with his life. He hated how busy he was with his job, but he was always satisfied to put another scumbag away where they couldn’t hurt anyone else. And more than anything, he was happy with his home life. He had a beautiful wife, Y/n, and a new daughter, Y/d/n. He’d taken a week off work to help Y/n with Y/d/n, and was returning to work today.

“Fin, Rollins. Glad to see that the place didn’t fall apart without me.” Rollins laughed. “It came close, but we managed to scrape by. How’s Y/n and Y/d/n?” Sonny nodded. “They’re both good. I’ve got pictures if anyone’s interested.” He pulled out his phone. “Maybe if there’s time later, Sonny. For now, we just caught a case,” Olivia said.

           The young woman was lying in a hospital bed, her face towards the wall. Rollins knocked lightly on the door before walking in with Carisi. “Hey, are you Alice?” The young woman turned her head to face the two of them, and nodded. “I’m Amanda, and this is Sonny. We’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay with you.” “No.” She shook her head. “No, it’s not okay.” Amanda frowned, but looked sympathetic. “Honey, I know this isn’t easy –” Alice shook her head again. “No, you don’t. Get out. Both of you, get the hell out of here.”

           “That went well,” Amanda said. Sonny huffed. “Yeah, well…. Hopefully she’ll come around at some point.” Amanda nodded. “She better.”

           The two of them went to Barba’s office and met up with Fin and Olivia there. “Do we have any leads,” Barba asked the partners as they walked in. “No, and our vic isn’t talking, either,” Amanda said. “What do we know about the men in her life,” she asked. “She’s got a husband,” Fin replied. “Low-life, but never accused of any kind of abuse.” “Dig,” Barba said. “If it’s there, someone will know about it.”

           “Hey, baby.” You stood on your toes and kissed your husband’s cheek. “How was your first day back at work?” He shrugged. “Stressful. We’ve got this girl who got beat up pretty badly and assaulted, but she won’t admit to who did it. We think her husband, so we’re going through his history now to find anyone else he may have done this to. How was your day? How was Y/d/n?” You smiled. “She was good. She slept a lot. Ate every couple of hours.” Sonny nodded. “You were able to get around okay? You weren’t in too much pain?” You nodded. “I was okay, baby. Sit down, I’ll throw some of that lasagna you made last week in the microwave.”

           At the opening of the business day, the squad was sitting in Barba’s office. “So, who can we contact that has been in association with this man?” Rollins pulled out a sheet of paper. “Well, there’s not much to go on. He started dating this woman – Alice – in high school. Had one girlfriend before her. Apparently they were pretty serious. They talked about getting married, but her parents thought they were too serious for high schoolers so they broke up instead.” “What’s her name?” “Uh….” Amanda looked at the sheet again. “What’s wrong,” Carisi asked, looking over her shoulder.

           “You’re home early,” you said, giving your husband a peck on the cheek. “Look at you, out for a week, home on time yesterday, home for lunch today…. You are home for lunch, right?” Sonny was being quiet, and avoiding looking at your face. “Sonny?” “Is the baby asleep?” “Um…yeah, but she should be waking up soon to be fed.” He nodded. “We have somewhere we need to go.”

           Sonny, Y/n, and Y/d/n ended up at Barba’s office. “What’s – what’s wrong? Sonny, have you been getting threats?” Everyone’s eyes were on you, except for your husband’s. “Sonny….” You didn’t want to fight in front of his co-workers, but could he not at least look at you? “No, Sonny hasn’t been getting threats,” Olivia said. “Actually, we wanted to talk to you. Your name came up in an investigation.” “Mine? But….” Barba opened a case file, even though he’d memorized the names in it. “Alice Williamson has been sexually assaulted and beaten. We’re thinking it’s her husband, Matthew Williamson.” He looked up from his file. “Does that name mean anything to you?” You stood there, frozen; your mind still repeating only the words Sonny knows, Sonny knows, Sonny knows. When you were silent, Sonny spoke for the first time. “Do you know him?” “Yes,” you whispered. He turned to look at you. “Did he ever hurt you?” You pulled the baby closer to you, and she started to quietly whimper. Sonny instinctively held his arms out for her, and you handed her over. “Yes.” You were so quiet that no one could hear you. “I’m sorry?” You nodded. “Matthew. I know him. He – he dated me in high school for, like, a year and he – he –” “He raped you.” Sonny was looking straight at you. “Yes.”

           You didn’t remember how you ended up in the bathroom. You heard the door open and turned to see who it was. “Olivia. I’m fine.” “You’re crying.” You shook your head. “He – he must be so mad.” The door opened again, and you heard a familiar voice. “Everyone decent?” Panic momentarily flared up in you again, but you nodded, and Olivia called out to Carisi that yes, everyone was decent.

           You heard the door shut, and saw that you and Carisi were alone in the restroom. “Sonny…I, um –” But you didn’t know how to finish the sentence, so you simply let your voice trail off. “You what?” And you still didn’t know how to answer. “I just…I didn’t want you to know.” That much was true. “Why not?” You just shook your head, wiping at your eyes. You still thought about him and it sometimes, but not as often as you used to…but you found that every time it crossed your mind, it felt immediate. Scary. Dark. And so you kept busy. You moved as far away from your old hometown as you could, all the way to New York City. You settled down with a good man, had a baby. You worked a good job, and did some housewife tasks, too. You stayed as far away from thinking about it as you possibly could. You never told your husband, you didn’t see the point. You were fine. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to try to explain yourself to him, but all that came out was a small sob. The anger in Sonny’s eyes completely disappeared, and he held out his arms for you. You took a tentative step towards him, but shut your eyes when he put his hand on your forearm. “I’m sorry,” you managed. He pulled his hand back. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. Let’s sit down, okay?” You sat on the floor, and Sonny crouched down, a few feet from you. “Hey, it’s okay.” You shook your head, keeping your eyes on your husband’s hand. “You don’t want to get…him on you,” you said, in a shaky voice. Sonny frowned. “I won’t, doll. You can come here. You don’t have to, though. You can stay right there if you want.” You looked at him, and let him hold you. “Sonny, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed into his shirt. “Doll,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here, and I’m not goin’ anywhere, okay, doll?”

           It took you a few minutes, but you calmed down. You gently pulled back from your husband, wiping dried tears and streaks of mascara off of your cheeks. You stood up, facing a mirror, trying to clean the rest of the streaked makeup off of your cheeks. Sonny stood up, and wetted a paper towel. “Here ya go.” You took it, wiping the mascara from your cheeks and taking a dry paper towel to dry your cheeks off. “Thanks, Sonny.”

           You turned and faced your husband. “I’m sorry.” Sonny looked at you. He nodded. “I know.” “I, um…I didn’t tell you ‘cause I, uh…I just wanted to avoid it.” Sonny looked sympathetic – you figured that he must have heard this story a hundred times before. “We can talk about it later, if you want.” “No.” You shook your head. “I wanna talk now.” “You sure, doll?” “I’m sure!” You took a deep breath. “I’m sure.” There was a brief pause. “What do you want to know?”

           Sonny paused. “Sonny.” He bit his lip and looked away. “Sonny,” you repeated, a little more insistently. “Do you not trust me, doll?” You laughed, but in a watery way. “Of course I trust you.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to avoid it.” “Did you ever think about it?” You looked away, sniffling a little. “Some.” Your voice cracked. He nodded. “Why didn’t you come to me?” You shrugged. “I just…I mean…you hear this story at least twice a day. You told me, the first time you told me you loved me, that I was light. I wanted to be something you wanted to come to, not…not just more work.” He looked at you. “You’re not work.” You laughed again, blinking. “Am I not?” “No.” He was quiet, just looking at you, and you just looked back. “You’re not goin’ anywhere?” “No.” You nodded. “Thank you,” you whispered. “Hey, look at me, doll. I told you for better or for worse, and I meant that. I’m here. No matter what. I’m not sayin’ we’re done talking about this, but we don’t have to talk about it all right now, okay?”

           A few minutes later, still sniffling slightly, Sonny led you back to Barba’s office. He stopped right outside the door. “You sure about this, doll?” You nodded, and squeezed his hand. You walked in with your husband. “You okay?” Rollins sounded sympathetic, and you felt everyone’s eyes on you: Amanda, Olivia, Fin, and Barba. It felt overwhelming, but Sonny gently put his hand on your back. You took a deep breath, and looked at the lawyer. “What do you need to know, Mr. Barba?”


Sonny x Reader

You and Sonny are married but have kept it a secret from the squad. 

A/N: This is my first imagine that I have posted. If you guys like it and want a part 2 please let me know! Feed back is always welcome!

When Sonny was transferred to Manhattan SVU, he had waited to tell everyone he was married. Not because he was being shady, but he wanted to make sure his family didn’t get thrown in the line of fire. You couldn’t blame him, with a toddler at home, you wanted to feel as safe as possible. It never really bothered you.

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Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

(A/N: For Anon. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry, it’s short as well!) 

Disclaimer: I don’t know Spanish so all the Spanish in this is from Google translate. So I’m sorry if it’s incorrect. 

Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

Your Dad always empathized how important learning languages was and always encouraged you to pursue it. You can remember the lecture he gave you and your siblings when it was the right time. Always encouraging you all to go and take the opportunity to learn a second language. Not only does it have cognitive benefits, it also helps you become better learners as well as help you understand cultures other than your own.

But the most important reason for him was that it would help you connect with people. Like it had helped him. When your Dad first became a cop all he knew was English and he didn’t have any interest in learning another. That was until he was the first responder to a crime-scene and he couldn’t do anything because he couldn’t speak to the victim or the witnesses. He had to wait and depend on someone else to help these people. And he didn’t like that. His job was to protect the people of the city and that meant everyone in the city. That weekend he started learning Spanish. He also went on to learn Russian as well as Gaelic.

He became a lover of languages and you were definitely the same. Your siblings all learned second languages as well but none of them loved them like you did. It may be because unlike them you learned your first-second language very young and not in high school like them. Danny learned Spanish, Erin, and Joe learned French and Jamie learned German.

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Goodnight Kiss- Rafael Barba Imagine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 876

A/N: I really love flustered Barba, so please enjoy! This is also a musing that I’ve had for a while, mostly because I associated Barba with the song, “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton, so strongly. Anyways, requests are closed! I have a few to finish up, then I will open them up again. Thanks! x


You started working at SVU seven months ago, and in those months, you seemed to be the only one to crack the “Barba Code.” Rafael Barba was a mystery in and of himself and getting close to him proved to be a challenge. Luckily, it’s been worth it.

Your relationship with Barba was truly one of a kind. He was your best friend and you were his. It didn’t start off that way, though. There was a lot of animosity in the beginning.

You were the forensic psychologist assigned to the team, and let’s just say tension was at an all-time high. Everyone was afraid that you were going to profile them and ruin their careers. Obviously, you were just there to offer a different perspective and fit right in after a few days.

It took a lot more convincing from Barba. You knew he had a bit of a troubled past; an abusive father was just the beginning. His trust took a lot longer to win, but when you did, it was yours forever.

Barba had called you into his office for some trial prep. You were the expert on the case, so he wanted to double-check that everything was airtight. As always, it was. You dodged his mock cross questions like a pro.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finally finished. Before you could leave, Barba stopped you.

“Y/N, wait,” he called out, as you headed toward the courthouse steps.

You spun on your heels, turning to a quite flustered Barba.

“What’s wrong?”

“Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to attend a charity event with me tonight? It’s for the DA’s office, so I know it’s not very appealing, but,”

“Yes, Rafael, I’d love to! Send me the details? I have to go shopping now,” you chuckled, heading toward you taxi. You blew Barba a kiss, taking full advantage of his flustered state.

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Imagine Nick’s daughter, Zara, letting it slip that he likes you

(A/N: To Anon, sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy. Only 4k so a bit on the short side than usual but hopefully, you all still enjoy it. Had to take a half an hour break from writing though after hearing SENSE8 is getting a special! Needed to celebrate!) 

Imagine Nick’s daughter, Zara, letting it slip that he likes you

“Well,…um…you aren’t who I was expecting,” Nick commented as he opened the door which consequently revealed you standing on his doorstep.

“Who were you expecting at this time?” You smirked, leaning casually against his doorframe.

“The pizza guy,” He nodded, seriously.

“But you’re more glad to see me, right?” You grinned, playfully.

“Did you bring a pizza?” He asked seriously.

You hit him with the files you were carrying in response.

“I’ll take that as a no,” He quipped as he dodged the final sing you took at him.

“Are you going to let me in?” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Depends,” He dragged out, leaning against the doorway you just pushed off from and folding his arms, “Tell me what brings you to my apartment at this time on a Thursday night?”

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Homecooked-Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba x Reader

Imagine: Rafael going home after losing a case.

He leaned back against his chair, eyes sharp as a razor, glaring right at the defendant. The tips of his fingers turned white from holding his gold pen too hard. Fury coursed through his veins as the smug defendant flashed him a knowing and confident look, taunting him for losing the case. “Court is adjourned.” The judge pound her gavel and the courtroom was dismissed.

Rafael was furious with himself. How could he let someone who had no law experience beat him like he was some amateur? He went to Harvard for goodness sake. He worked hard to get to stand where he is now. So where did he go wrong?

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Nick Amaro x Reader

You were a deep sleeper.

Every person in your life who was close to you could strongly attest to that. You had a hard time falling asleep but once you were fully settled in your cloud of slumber; virtually nothing could wake you. Hence, you were surprised at yourself when you suddenly woke up to darkness.

You check the time on your phone. 3:15am.

You turn yourself to face your boyfriend, but were surprised yet again to find an empty side of the bed. You sit up to rub your eyes and turn back once more, oddly still expecting him to find him there.

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Everybody's Got A Secret

Pairing: Sonny x Reader

Requested: Nope

A/N: I haven’t been able to watch the episode buuuut I have seen the gifs. Here is my take and what makes me hopeful that maybe Sonny will finally have a girl of his own! 

Originally posted by eighthmark

You swung your apartment door open, “Oh, Sonny! I thought I was meeting you at your place?”

“That was the plan wasn’t it, I’m sorry, I can just go. You are probably busy.” Sonny tried to leave but you pulled him into your apartment.

“No it’s fine,” you smiled at him, “I’m glad to see you!” Sonny blushed.

“I was thinking we could just stay in for the night, order takeout, maybe watch a movie?” Sonny pulled his laptop out of his bag, laying it on the table. He looked adorable, wearing jeans and his Fordham Law hoodie. Equal parts adorable and irresistible.

“That sounds perf-,” you chewed on your thoughts for a moment, “I hope you aren’t trying to get laid. I had a plan and I haven’t ordered it yet! I’m not prepared tonight!”  

Sonny put his hands up, “whoa, promise I wasn’t trying anything. Just wanted a night in with my girl. Plus, your sheets are much comfier than mine and I may just fall asleep.” His boyish grin was enough to settle your panic.

Long after your food was finished, you and Sonny sat atop your bed with his arm around your shoulders and legs tangled together. Sonny broke the silence.

“What was the plan you were talkin’ about earlier?” You blushed.

“I -uh- had an outfit I was going to model.”

“What kinda outfit?”

You smiled, pulling Sonny’s laptop from the table beside the bed.

“Well, it looks a little something like this.

"Whoa, doll, let me just say, whoa.”

“You like?”

“I love, and I will be buying dis for you. I mean, it’s much more of a gift for me than you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yeah I do, and I have to get expedited shipping too.”

“God I love you Sonny.”

“I love you too, Y/N. even more once we get dat outfit!”

“So, you’re friend got a name?” Amanda asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice. Sonny panicked, he wasn’t ready for the squad to know all of his business. Once it’s out there, nothing’s off limits.

“Uh, yeah, it’s Y/N. She -” before he could finish he was cut off by the shrill ring of his cell phone.

“Carisi. Yeah, okay, I’ll be right there.” Sonny ended the call while grabbing his coat.

“Saved by the bell.”

Imagine Sonny getting jealous after he thinks you’ve been on date

Imagine Sonny getting jealous after he thinks you’ve been on date

You silently cursed as you stepped out your car. A bitter cold breeze hit you as soon as your high heels hit the ground. You jerked your hands up to your arms in a failed attempt to keep yourself warm.

You were wearing a sleeveless white dress that was fitted at the top and loose starting at the hips to about mid calf with multiple layers. This wasn’t your usual crime scene attire but you got the call at dinner and didn’t have time to change. You almost wished that you had chosen the other dress with this cold.

As soon as you started walking a uniform came up to you and retold you what your partner Sonny had told you over the phone. A body had been found under bridge with heavy prosecution activity with torn clothes. You’d reached the tape when the uniform lifted the tape and told you how pretty you looked. You beamed and thanked him before reaching your colleagues.

Fin saw you first. Standing up from his crouched position and began nodding his head.

“What’s with the fancy getup, Y/L/N? Trying to impress me?” Fin asked jokingly.

His comment had alerted the rest of the squad to your arrival. Sonny and Amanda caught sight of you as well. You bowed your head before you could see their reaction as you quickly jotted down some notes about the crime scene.

“Who else would I impress?” you joked back still with your head down.

“Nah, but really. Did we steal you away from someone thing or more importantly someone special?” he questioned raising his eyebrows.

“Oh it was definitely something special.” you commented.

Walking closer you caught a glimpse of the body, taking note of the bruises and bending down to get a closer look. Fin’s phone rang and he stepped away to take it

“What happened?” you asked to no one in particular.

“Uniforms found her while clearing the area at 9pm,” Amanda answered coming closer, “ ME says she died about ten hours ago and witnesses say that this area was clear at 7 when they first got here.”

“So it’s a dumpsite then. Did any of the girls see who dumped the body?” you probed.

“They say they were distracted and didn’t see anything.” Amanda informed.

“Great, no witnesses, no ID and no crime scene.” You commented sarcastically.

“That was Liv,” Fin informed steeping back, “Somebody just reported someone missing who matches our Jane Does description. Amanda and I will go back to the station. Y/N, Carisi you finish up here.”

“As you wish.” you teased.

“Dresses up fancy one time and suddenly she’s a princess.” He joked before walking to his car.

Amanda followed suit stopping right next to you.

“You look hot by the way.” she complimented, giving you a wink.

“So hot yet so so cold.” you shuddered jokingly.

She chuckled rubbing your shoulder momentarily before quickly following after Fin. You watched them leave before turning to your suspiciously quiet partner.

“You alright partner?” You asked.

“I’m fine.” he said sternly before turning away.

His tone took you aback. What was up with him? You shook it off, hoping you were imagining it and continued to work the scene. You didn’t know how much time had pasted before he came up to you and told you had go back to the station. You asked if he wanted to drive and snatched the keys out of your hand and walked without you to the car. You glared after him.

Something was definitely wrong.

You walked to the car and sitting down in the passenger seat. You slammed the door closed and he began to drive before you could even buckle yourself.

“Okay, what’s your problem?” You demanded.

“I don’t have one.” he said simply.

“Oh okay. That’s why your treating me like am a perp because you don’t have any problem with me.” you said spitefully.

A silence fell over you as he didn’t reply. You saw his knuckles go white as he gripped the stirring wheel. You went to lean on the window only to be stung by the cold. You jerked away fast and once again began rubbing your arms.

“Are you still cold?” he asked quietly.

“What?”you asked unable to hear him.

“Are you cold?” he repeated louder.

“Do you even care?” you retorted.

With that response you watched him with one hand yank off his coat and hand it to you.

“Take it.” he said.

You reluctantly took the coat off him and wrapped it round yourself. You instantly felt better but were still slightly on edge.

“What’s wrong Sonny? Did I do something?” you asked sadly looking at him.

You watched his face change.

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Just forget it.” he responded quickly looking back at you.

He looked right into your wide eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” he sighed.

“Like what?”

“Like that with those big eyes of yours.” he replied annoyed.

“I’ll stop if you tell me whats wrong with you?” you bargained.

There was a long pause before he replied, “I was jealous,okay.”

“Jealous? Why?” you asked shocked.

“Because you were on a date.” He admitted sadly.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. You couldn’t contain yourself. You put a hand up to your mouth trying to contain yourself.

“Alright Y/N. Go on, laugh. You know I like you. I can’t believe you’re finding this funny!” he huffed.

“I’m sorry,” You spluttered, “It is just really funny.”

“What’s funny, Y/N? ME being upset?” he prompted.

“Nooo. That you think I was on date.” you laughed.

“You weren’t on a date?” he asked shocked.

“No.” you exclaimed shaking your head still extremely amused by the accusation.

“Then why are you dressed like that?” he questioned.

“I was chaperoning my nephews school dance.” you informed putting him outside of your misery.

“You’re a bit over-dresses aren’t you?” he joked but you could tell he was relieved.

“You’re telling me. Twelve years olds have been staring at my boobs all night long.” you chuckled.

He laughed at that, “Lucky Kids.”

You smacked him playfully, “Maybe you shouldn’t assume things without all the facts. And anyway you shouldn’t worry because I’m pretty sure my next date will be a certain cannoli-loving jealous Italian.”

“Oh yeah.” he said.

“Oh yeah. I’m just waiting for him to ask. Pretty boy is taking his time though. Might have to hit up another middle school dance. Make him jealous.”’ you sighed playfully.

He turned and smiled at you. You met his gaze and chuckled softly as shook your head in amusement.

barba-fan  asked:

Hello ! Can you write an imagine where Rafael and Y/N are together and there is a difference of age between them, like 18 years, and he’s working in a case where a man is accusing of pedophilia because he’s older than the girl and the enemy camp uses his relationship with Y/N and want her to attest but he protect her you know smt cute thank you❤️

Always Defend You”

Rafael Barba x Reader

Sorry this took me forever to post. I hope this was something like what you had in mind! I had fun writing it! ❤️

Warning: Mention of sexual assault/rape, Mention of violence 

Tags: @amirightcounsellor

Originally posted by chilton

Rolling over in bed, your hand moved around the mattress searching for the warmth that radiated from your boyfriend’s body. The warm body that you had grown so accustomed to snuggling against during the night was missing, leaving only cool sheets in its absence. Opening your eyes, you saw a sliver of light peeking through the door, you looked over at the clock on your nightstand, it read 1:30 am. “Surely Rafael couldn’t still be working” You thought to yourself. The ADA said he would be headed to bed shortly after you decided to call it a night, but that was hours ago. Wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm, you padded down the hallway towards the living room. Rafael was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. He had undone the top few buttons on his shirt and his tie was tossed aside and long forgotten, you could see a glint of gold from the cross necklace he wore underneath. Writing furiously on his legal pad, Rafael failed to hear you enter the room.

You stood quietly in front of him, waiting for your boyfriend to notice you. Rafael looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you. “Cariño, you scared me. I didn’t know you were still awake.” You went to go sit on the couch next to Rafael, laying your head on his shoulder, “I woke up when I saw you weren’t in bed yet. Guess I just can’t sleep without you by my side anymore.” Rafael smiled and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arm around you. Nestling closer to your boyfriend, you inhaled deeply and took in the faint smell of his cologne. Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and thought back to when this beautiful sexy man entered into your life.

Amidst the chaos of a downtown coffee shop on a Thursday morning, he mistakenly grabbed your caramel macchiato while you had taken his americano. After a flirty debate over how your taste in coffee was too sweet while in your opinion, his coffee preference was far too bitter, you left the coffee shop with a phone number and a date. Now here you both were six months later, completely in enamored of one another. Rafael sighed as he looked down at the deposition in his hand. You ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp, Rafael worked so hard and you hated seeing him so tense especially at home which was supposed to be his sanctuary away from all the stress. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leaning into your touch, Rafael shook his head. “Why don’t you go back to bed mi amor? I’m going to be up for a little bit longer.” Too tired to argue, you nodded your head and reluctantly went back to your bedroom.

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His Shirt - Barba

Originally posted by crowzley

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Warnings: flirting and fluff

A/N: This is for @amirightcounsellor because she’s sick and wanted some fluff. Feel better soon lovey! 


“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” you rattled off as you hurried into Rafael Barba’s office. You were testifying in one of his cases today and were supposed to have been here half an hour ago to go over everything one more time.

“Where have you been?” he asked as he stood from his desk. It was only then that he got a good look at you. “Y/N? My god, what happened? Are you okay?”

You glanced down at your shirt with a grimace. “I am. My clothing not so much. Some idiot decided to rob my favorite coffee shop this morning while I was grabbing my morning cup. Coffee’s mine. Blood’s his.”

“Well, you can’t go to court looking like that.” He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a neatly folded dress shirt. He tossed it in your direction and you caught it easily.

You frowned at him in question.

“Just wear it. We don’t have time for anything else,” he instructed as he turned back to the file on his desk. When he realized that you were still standing there, he glanced up. “What are you waiting for, Y/L/N?”

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Imagine your boyfriend Sonny and your brother Jamie protecting you from a handsy Detective

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations. This is probably bad. I’m half asleep writing this because it’s like 2:00 am and I’ve been working all day and I was too stupid to check my plan and was writing the wrong imagine up for the whole of my writing time. So I hope you’ll forgive me for being late. Even though it’s still Tuesday in some places!) 

Imagine your boyfriend Sonny and your brother Jamie protecting you from a handsy Detective

“Jameson!” You shouted sternly right behind Jamie’s back, intending to scare him.

You were successful. Obviously, that police academy training did nothing to help with how easy Jamie was to scare. You watched in delight as he jumped up slightly and spilling the coffee he was holding slightly down himself before realising and saving the majority from spilling. He turned to look at you and glared.

“Y/N,” He hissed, looking down at himself and assessing the caffeinated damage.

“You’re still so easy, Jamie.” You giggled profusely, bending over and clutching your stomach.

“Do you not having better to do than to annoy me, Detective?” He asked, sighing and shaking his head at you.  

“I’m only doing my job,” You shrugged with a grin.

“It’s your job to annoy me?” He questioned sceptically.

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Imagine Barba bringing you coffee late at night? Maybe he gives you a kiss on the forehead? 

Requested by Anon~

“Thought you might need this.” Barba said upon placing a cup on your desk. You looked at it before raising your eyes to a ragged-looking Rafael. “Some real coffee might do you good.”

Despite the tiredness tugging at your bones, a smile crept up on your face. Leave it to Rafael to make you feel better, no matter what. It was hard to believe he was so serious and distant during work. “It will.” You replied, bringing the cup closer. It already smelled better than police station coffee.

He gave a slight smirk before allowing himself to bend down and press a small kiss to your forehead. Nothing big; just something to hold you over until work was done for the night and the both of you can go home.

Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick

(A/N: To the Anon who requested this. Thanks for giving me so much artistic creativity space with this. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! First ever Nick imagine! And I know, finally something! I just hope you think I did him justice!)

Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick

“Thank you,” Nick smirked at the receptionist as she happily skipped off to the backroom to retrieve the file he had requested.

“Do you ever get tired of using that same move?” You sighed, leaning on the back wall and crossing your arms.

“What move?” He questioned surprised, turning around to look at you and leaning on the counter.

“Oh come on, you know what move!” You commented before explaining it dramatically, “Whenever you need something from a woman you bat your eyes, you give them a smile. You pick up one small personal detail and you ride it until they give you what they want. It’s sad, really.”

“Didn’t realize you paid so much attention to me,” He smirked.

“I don’t need to,” You chuckled dryly, “You do the same move almost every day,”

“Well, if it works on everyone… He reminded.

“Not everyone,” You muttered under your breath.

“I guarantee it would work on anyone,” He countered, confidently.

“Wouldn’t work on me.” You stated.

“Well, that’s because you know it,” He played off.

“Even if I didn’t. I wouldn’t fall for it,” You clarified.

“You think so?” He smirked.

“Please,” You chuckled, “I know so. You’re not as charming as you think you are Amaro,”

“Is that it or am I just not charming to you?” He questioned, intrigued.

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