rafael barba imagine

anonymous asked:

How did Barba x Reader handle empty nest syndrome? I love this couple.

I feel like this …. really doesn’t answer the question, but it’s super cute and I hope you like it :)

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“Bye Papi! Bye Mami!” Aymee said as she hugged and kissed her parents goodbye.

“Thank you and Emiko for coming, it was great having all of you kids home for dinner.” You said.

Emiko smiled, “I’m just glad we both had the same night off work.”

“See you next week for dinner.” Rafael said.

Aymee frowned as she spoke, “We’re both working next week. Maybe I can come over one night during the week?” Aymee asked.

Rafael smiled. “You know your mami and I would love that.” Aymee smiled back at her father before leaving with her wife.

Rafael shut the door and sat next to you on the couch as he sighed. “It’s quiet..” he said.

“Well, we just had 8 adults and 5 kids under the age of 5 here.” You said as you kissed Rafael’s cheek.

“I miss having the kids here, It’s always quiet, there’s never anyone to have to tell to be quiet..” Rafael said.

“At least they are all still close, and we get to see them often. Some people don’t get that luxury.” You said as you snuggled closer to Rafael.

Rafael smiled at you. “You know, y/n, you’re right. Besides now there’s no one to say ‘ew’ every time I miss you.” Rafael said as he kissed you.

The front door opened suddenly. “EW!” Two little voices said in unison.

“Sorry. We had to come back, I forgot my sweater.” Valentina said as she laid a hand on her growing stomach. “These two are old enough to undo their car seats and beat me to the door.” Valentina grabbed her sweater and smiled at you and Rafael. Julian and Isaac were running around the home chasing each other. “Mijos, vamos. Papi is waiting.” Valentina called as the three year old twins ran back to their mother.

“Bye Abuelita!” Isaac said to you.

“Bye Abuelito!” Julian said to Rafael.

“Bye boys. See you soon!” Rafael said as he stood at the door with you and waved to Emiliano in the car.Rafael shut the door and turned to you and laughed.

“Rule 1 of an empty nest, there will still always be someone to say ew when I kiss you.” You said as you kissed Rafael.

Worried Sick

Originally posted by violet624

A/N: This has taken my absolutely ages to complete.

Tags: @sofuckingchuffed, @sonnshineandrainbows. Thank you for your help @writefasttalkevenfaster and @minidodds


It took you a few moments to realize what had woken you. Your eyes flew open as the sound of Rafael retching reached your ears. Throwing back the bed covers, you rushed into the bathroom to find him throwing up in the toilet. You knelt down behind him, rubbing his back in soothing circles, feeling terrible that there wasn’t anything more you could do at that point. After what seemed like forever, he let go of the toilet bowl and sank back on the floor.

“Want some water?”

Rafael nodded mutely and you rushed into the kitchen to grab him a glass. When you returned, you found him curled up on the floor, clutching his abdomen.

“Rafael!” you cried, dropping to your knees. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, face plastered to the cold tiles on the bathroom floor. Placing the back of your hand gently on his cheek, you grimaced at the burning heat emanating from his brow, not to mention the beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead.

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You Drive Me Crazy

For @barbabangme Smutty Barba, Childhood home needs. It’s not very good but hope this helps a little bit.


You weren’t thrilled when you were told your apartment building was being fumigated and inspected but it allowed you and Rafael to spend some time with his mother. On the downside, however, it meant that the two of you had to try and stay celibate while staying at her house for the week and half you were there. But of course your hormones were going crazy and you wanted nothing more than to have your husband show you who the man of the house was.

The two of you were getting ready for bed and you decided to put a plan into action. You stripped down to your panties and one of his button ups while he was in the bathroom, waiting for him to walk back in. You heard his footsteps outside the door and sat back on the bed.

“Carino, what do you think about– Oh now that’s not fair.”

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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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Haunted

A/N: @grassysvu67 suggested I write about Barba having a nightmare about his past and his father. So here you go!


Being roused from slumber isn’t always the most pleasant of experiences. Today, however, the land of consciousness tugged at you persistently. Sitting up, you felt disorientated for a few seconds, wondering why you had woken so abruptly. Your question was answered relatively quickly by the sharp sting you felt as your husband’s flailing arm made rather strong contact with yours.

Suddenly you felt wide awake. Despite the darkness, you could tell that Rafael was in the throes of a rather terrifying nightmare. Wake him, was your first thought. So, naturally you leant over to give him a little shake. You immediately knew that this was a mistake when Rafael’s elbow connected with your face. Stars, you definitely saw stars, not something one often said in the heart of Manhattan.

Clutching your eye, you rolled off the bed, cursing like a sailor. Stumbling over to the light switch, you flipped it on, illuminating the room. Rafael was tangled in the bedsheets, sweat pouring across his face.

“Rafael!” you called loudly.

He flinched and you immediately knew this was the wrong thing to do.

“No, Papi. Lo siento,” he mumbled.

His father, that’s who he was dreaming about. His past continued to torment him. Instinctively, you knew that touching him would be the wrong way to wake him. You’d long suspected that Rafael’s father had often been physically abusive towards him in his childhood … not that Rafael ever discussed him.

“Rafi,” you called gently, “Rafi, it’s me, wake up.”

“Por favor, no quise,” he whimpered.

Hearing these words uttered in such a terrified tone, brought tears to your eyes. Please, I didn’t mean to.

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Floral Shop - Rafael Barba

Instead of doing homework and catching up on my fics, I decided to make this for Valentine’s Day!

Hands down, this was your busiest time of the year. Besides the wedding craze that happened during the summer, Valentine’s Day always kicked your ass. A friend of yours suggested that you get seasonal help, but you could manage just fine with your only other coworker, an older woman named Marge.

She was working the register as you arranged the bins of roses for the fiftieth time that day. So many men had come in last minute, looking for specific flowers for their women, so you had to tell them over and over that there was no way you could complete a special order in time. 

Having been yelled at three times today, dropping an entire bucket full of baby’s breath on the sidewalk, and completely forgetting about an order that you had for noon that day, you were ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. So, when the bell rang, signaling someone entering your shop, you rolled your eyes. 

Looking up, you saw a man in a suit, looking around nervously through the flowers. This was a sight you had become way too used to today. You walked over towards him, ready to tell him that all the bright pink roses had sold out, until he looked up at you with green eyes.

“Hi,” you said, completely forgetting your Valentine’s schpeal about looking for ‘something special for someone special’.

“Hi,” he said, smiling back at you. 

“Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah, um anything in purple.” You smiled and tilted your head curiously.

“Anything purple?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, it’s my mom’s favorite color.” You fought off the urge to shout yes at that moment. “Today is my parent’s anniversary.”

“Oh, how sweet,” you said, leading him towards a table covered with scattered flower petals, droplets of water, and broken stems.

“Not really. My dad died a long time ago.” You looked back at him and he frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay. It’s still really sweet. Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” you asked. He shrugged and you giggled. “Okay, well I really love these ones,” you said, pulling out the pale purple roses you had just gotten in. He took one from your hand and sniffed it.

“Yeah. She’ll love them. Do you have any other purple flowers I can pair with it?” You looked up at the clock on instinct, and saw it was eight. Closing time. The man seemed to take notice, too and looked back at you. “Oh, don’t worry about it I-”

“Forget about it,” you said. “I think I have something.” You took six of the roses and moved across the room to get some baby’s breath, adding some lilacs into it, and finishing it off with some pale pink chrysanthemums. “How does this look?”

“Amazing,” he said, taking the bouquet from your hands. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He followed you up to the register, and once you handed him his receipt he smiled. 

“Thank you again.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.”

“Well, Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. You smiled and he pulled out a rose, handing it to you. You opened your mouth to say something but he only winked and walked towards the door, leaving you blushing as you sniffed the flower.


A week later, you came into work to open, and found Marge standing at the door. She walked faster towards her, worried that something had happened. You started fiddling the keys as you approached her.

“Marge, is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just wanted to give you this.” She handed you another rose, this one was also dyed purple. You smiled awkwardly and took it from her. 

“What is this?”

“A rose. Jeez, you call yourself a florist.” You laughed and opened the door. She walked inside, and started fiddling with the flowers, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working.

“I know it’s a rose, Marge. Why are you giving this to me?”

“Well, you said we should do deliveries, I’m delivering.”

“From who?” you asked.

“You’re not the police, you know I don’t have to tell you.” You sighed and she grinned.

“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, you can at least help me unpack the truck.”

“Hey, it’s my day off,” she said, walking towards the door. As the door rang you rolled your eyes, looking back down at the flower. You knew it probably wasn’t from the same man, but something about it being the exact same flower gave you some hope.


A month went by, and you came into work to finish up one of your orders. Pulling up the form that Marge had filled out, you started searching around for fresh baby’s breath. By the time you had finished the bouquet of purple roses, lilacs, and baby’s breath, you realized that it was five minutes before the order was due. 

Wrapping it in plastic wrap, and tying it off with a purple ribbon, you walked towards the front of the store. As you opened the door blocking off the work room from the sales floor, the door jingled again and your breath caught in your throat.

The same man from Valentine’s Day was standing at the door. He was wearing a blue suit today, and was staring at you, too. Marge looked between you two so much so that you eventually shot her a look. You set the bouquet back on the counter, and walked towards the man.

“Welcome back,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Is that your order.”

“It is, actually.”

“For your mother, right?” you asked. 

“Yep. She loved the one you made for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Awesome. Well, they’re all set,” you said, walking back towards the register. Marge was leaning over the counter, smiling widely at you. You started pricing the flowers, but her staring was distracting. “I think that order of tulips is here,” you said. “Why don’t you go unpack them?”

“They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said. You clenched your teeth and stared back at her. 

“Go unpack them,” you said. She sighed and winked at the man before she walked off. He laughed a little and you felt your nerves relax just a little. “Sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and finished his total and told him what it was. He paid in silence as you awkwardly stared at the sun gleaming through the window. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly. You looked up and thought that he looked just a little bit nervous, too.

“Y/N.”

“Rafael,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and tried not to beam. “This is for you,” he said, pulling out another purple rose. 

“You really don’t have to do this,” you said, trying to hand it back. 

“I want to. Soon you’ll have a dozen.”

“Maybe, but they’ll all be dead.” He laughed silly, as if he just realized how ridiculous his plan was. 

“You’re right. Well, then I’d like to place another order.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I need a dozen pale purple roses for a first date I’m going on,” he said. You frowned and nodded. 

“Of course. What do you want the tag to say?”

“To Y/N,” he said. You looked up and he smiled. “Only if you want to go, of course.” You smirked and blushed a bit.

“You’re going to make me work for a date?” He nodded his head to the sigh and you laughed. “Alright, when should I have this order done by?” you asked.

“How about Friday?”

“How about Saturday,” you said. “Six o’clock?”

“Sure.”

“They’ll be done by then,” you said. He grinned and nodded.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I’ll be here on Saturday to pick up my order. See you then.” He walked towards the door, and he was well down the street when you realized that he had still left a rose for you. 

Rafael Barba / Trouble

Based off a line from this Interview

Okay, I’ve see this interview 8 billion times, and I had wrote this a suuuuper long time ago, but I couldn’t resist writing something based off that line Raul says, “I was a catholic school boy. We get in a lot of trouble.” I died when he said that, with that eyebrow raise. Anyway, enough gushing, but I hope you enjoy this super short fic while I work on requests. 

Originally posted by raptorwhisperer

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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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Prosecution Rests

This is for @ohbelieveyoume​, you’re such a good mom!
I thought you could take care of Rafi too!
I hope you and your little one feel better soon!

It had been a busy morning at work, but you were finally done. Thanking your lucky stars that it was a half day, you walked out of the office. Taking your phone out of your bag, you looked down at the notifications; 5 missed calls from Carmen! You panicked and almost dropped your phone.

Why was Carmen calling you repeatedly?

With shaking hands, you hit the “call back” button and waited anxiously for an answer.

“ADA Barba’s office, Carmen speaking, how may I help you?”

“Carmen!”

“Oh thank God, you need to come down here right now!” Carmen sounded relieved to hear your voice, not worried, not that this abated your fears.

“Why? What…Is Rafael okay?”

“Right now, it’s not him I’m worried about!”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Have you seen him today?”

“No.”

“It would be great if you could come and take him home.”

“Carmen, do you think you could be a little bit more specific about what is going on?”

“Your boyfriend is sick and is terrorizing everyone in the office. Specific enough for you? He is yelling at the interns, he made one of them cry! The paralegals are nowhere to be seen. And if I catch whatever he has, I’m holding you personally responsible. Now could you please come and deal with this?” Carmen said all of this in a fierce whisper.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”


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Stripulation (Rafael Barba x Reader)

AN: This … wasn’t how I thought this blog would lose its Barba virginity. But life is funny that way. Anyway, I doubt Barba’s secret in “Know It All” will be anything like this but this was still my take on it. And God am I awful for it.

@ohbelieveyoume I sincerely hope you enjoy because my perfectionism is screaming right now *dies*


Everyone made at least one bad decision in their lifetime. This was something that Rafael Barba, as an attorney, knew as an absolute guarantee. Granted, the poor choices he usually dealt with on a regular basis were either truly heinous acts or ones that just made his job harder, all committed by other people against his warnings or better judgement. Neither of which impressed the attorney in the slightest: He prided himself on being a self-made man who stuck to his guns in the face of chaos, always keeping a leveled head to the point of blatant cockiness.

If not for the fact that you had been dating him (and could therefore assure that, yes, Carisi, hand on the Bible, Rafi is human), you would have perhaps fallen to the oft assumed notion that Rafael was relatively without a dramatically erroneous decision to his slate. This was not to say that he was perfect by any means: Putting cold and calculated logic a step or two ahead of emotion, calling off dates to work on cases, and being so stubborn as to not want to lose even a personal argument were not traits of his that you favored.

But considering that he always made sure to right those wrongs, made you feel like a member of Manhattan royalty when he could, he was practically an errorless outlier compared to a majority of men living in New York.

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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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Sorry - Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba x Reader

Summary: Rafael’s lack of presence in the relationship leads to a big decision. 


“Baby, I’m sorry. Work called. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Hey, sorry about that. I got caught up with work.”

“I’m so sorry, I totally forgot we had plans. Rain check?”

“Don’t be mad, but I can’t come over this weekend. I’m behind at work.”

“God, I’m so sorry, babe! I rushed here as soon as I can. Is the movie over?”

“You’re going to hate me, but I gotta stay later. I’m not even close to finishing. I’m sorry. ”

Apology. Noun.

Definition: A regretful acknowledgment of an offense or failure.

Some people apologize constantly. They feel the need to apologize for inconveniencing people around them, or else the guilt will eat away their conscience. Even though it was a small offense, these types of people, would rather extend their apologies in order to appease the offended party.  

Other people, they apologize because they know that it’s the right thing to do. It is a demonstration of good manners in society. Though, this doesn’t mean they truly feel apologetic, but instead, a reflex to right a wrong. A resolution to a conflict. While some people say it countless times a day, some people don’t say it enough. The real question is how many times does one say it with conviction?

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Imagine being in a secret relationship with Barba

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Barba

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you sighed heavily burying your head into the pillow.

You had only got home about an hour ago after a really long day you had dinner but as soon as your head hit the pillow your phone began to ring. You groaned into your mattress as you rolled over to your nightstand.

Grabbing your phone you answered, “Y/L/N?”

Rolling back over to Barba who was also lying on the bed. He was on his side leaning his head up with his elbow. As you gave vague answers into your phone he began playing with your hair. You kept on looking up at him pulling faces before you had to hang up. You turned to look at him and sighed.

“You got to go?” he asked though he already knew the answer.

“Unfortunately.” you answered getting out of bed and taking your pyjama shirt off for something more appropriate.

“My poor little detective. Is their anything I can do?” he teased.

“You can come with me?” you replied raising your eyebrow as you pulled your pants off.

“Ahh I would but one of the many benefits of being a lawyer. We don’t get involved until much later. Hopefully not until morning.” he said lying down on his back and nestling into the pillows.

You picked up the pillow from the chair and threw at his face. The impact jerked him upwards.

“Hey. No need to play dirty. We can do that later after I get long night sleep.” he teased once again.

“Stop gloating, I’m going to get you out of this bed before dawn if its the last thing I do.” you mock threatened pulling out a jacket.

“I dunno Y/N. Everything you do usually make me want to get into bed not out.” he winked moving along the bed so he was now at the foot closer to you. Lying provocatively.

“Wanna bet?” you said walking back towards the bed and getting up in his face.

“Depends, what do I win?” he said lifting his up so it was closer.

Their was a long pause complete with smirk filled stare-down.

“I have to go.” you chuckled

You kissed him briefly on the lips before beginning to walk out.

“I love you.” I called as you walked out the bedroom door.

“Love you too.” he called back as you walked across your apartment and out the front door.

You and Barba had been working together for three years and dating for two and half. No one you worked with knew you were together in fear that either one of you might loose your jobs. You had met when you joined SVU. You had met Liv at an interrogation seminar that you were leading. You were an interrogation specialist and had made detective quickly when you joined the NYPD. Olivia had called you for a specialist interrogation with a serial for was holding a girl whose time was running out.

You met the rest of the squad before you went in. When you got a location not to mention a confession in record time. You left the interrogation room. The squad had run off leaving a lone man standing at the window watching.

“Impressive.” he greeted as you stepped out the doorway.

“Thanks. Wasn’t too tough guys like these all you’ve got to do is play to their ego and bring up their mommy issues.” you replied.

“Still, I didn’t expect him to break so soon.” he commented.

“Like I said you play to whatever the deep routed issue is and they usually break.” you smiled at him.

“And how did you know what that was?” he questioned.

“You can tell usually by looking at them.” you answered.

“That’s hardly plausible.” he scoffed.

“What? You don’t think it’s possible?” you shot back.

“No, I don’t.” he replied, “It’s more plausible that you read his file before going in.”

“Plausible, but incorrect.” You fired back, “ All I did was look at him. If you don’t believe me. I can do you.”

“Excuse me?” he said shocked as if he had misheard you.

“I’ll evaluate you.” you repeated.

You looked him up and down for a few seconds.

“Is this…” he began.

“Spanish American. Early to mid thirties.” you interrupted, “Unmarried most like single probably due to the heavy workload as …I would guess as an attorney. I’d say raised by a single mother. So you probably have some sort of Daddy issues due to his absence.”

“And who are you exactly…” he began to ask annoyed only to be interrupted by Olivia.

“We found the girl. Alive thankfully. EMTs says she’ll pull through.” Olivia informed.

“That’s great.” you beamed.

Seeing the awkwardness between you two she introduced you both.

“Oh Detective Y/N Y/L/N meet our ADA Rafael Barba.” Olivia introduced.

“Counsellor.”you greeted stretching out your hand.

“Detective.” he returned shaking your hand.

After that case and after finding out you were up for transfer she offered you a position on the squad. You work together for six months before you started dating. You’d talk at work and exchange pleasantries but not much else. You can’t really pinpoint a date but something just happened between you two. You’d started making jokes at each others expense and started to have a healthy bickering with each other. You got to know each other a little better. You got really close when a case came up where the complaint witness was deaf girl and you were the only one who knew sign language.

You translated as he interviewed her and prepped her for trail. You spent days with him working will all the witness most of whom who were deaf themselves. You testified for her as a translator. The trail was long and lengthy. You spent an extended period together. Late nights and high running emotions lead to deep personal conversations. He talked about his Dad and how he always felt slightly abandoned, his childhood and working his way up. You talked about how you grew up in an upper class family. Talked about how after your older brother and father died in car crash with fleeing drug runners your mother became a drug lord herself. Leaving you to practically raise yourself and your younger brother. And how you got him and yourself out of her criminal activities.

It was after the trail when he asked you out on a date. He asked you to meet him in the empty courtroom. He was leaning against his desk. You’d expected him to be happy especially because you had won. You asked him what was wrong and after some probing he admitted that he was feeling about down because you two were going to see each other as much. Then as a fix to his problem you suggested that you could ask you out which was followed by him you actually asking you out.

Your first date went great and so did all the others that followed. You really liked Barba. He wasn’t like anyone else you had dated before. He was snappy and sarcastic just like you. He could handle all your insults and fire them right back. He thought it was cute that your were a bit childish but appreciated your seriousness when it was needed. He knew you never got to be a kid when you were an actual kid.You liked how sassy he was and you loved all of his awful teasing. You admired how good he was at his job and how hard he worked and vice versa. You were a good fit.

He told you he loved you about two months into it after you failed to make his favourite dinner. He came home to his apartment almost burnt down and you swinging a kitchen towel in an attempt to get rid of the smoke. You apologised incessantly as soon as you saw him but all he did was kiss and tell you how lucky was to have you. And then as he wiped the stray flour off your face he told you he loved you. You said it back obviously. You moved in with each other after eight months together.

And it all went on from their and no one you worked with suspected a thing. Which was surprising because you worked with a bunch of talented detectives. You maintained your sarcastic bickering banter at work so not to arouse suspicion from your co-workers. It was funny though. You and Rafael constantly joked that all they needed to do was look at the pictures on his desk and they would see a picture of you two together that you took on a date. He kept it tucked right under his computer monitor he said it was so he could see you whenever things got tough but you thought it was because no one would notice unless they were looking but you didn’t mind either way.

You two had a great relationship but you did fight. Mostly about not seeing each other enough much like the situation tonight and sometime disagreements from work spilled over at home despite your attempt at a no shop talk rule. Your most infamous fight was last year when you came back from a forty-eight hour shift and you had asked him to send a cheque for younger brother who was studying at Stanford for his rent. He had forgotten and your emotions were running high due to extremely bad day at work.

You started screaming at him and he started screaming back thinking you were simply over-reacting. You told him he was absolutely useless and that he was always too focused on himself to do anything for anyone else. He argued back that he had been working just like you and it was a mistake as he just forgotten. Then you screamed you couldn’t take it anymore and told him it was over before you left, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t go back home that night either. You stayed at a hotel that night and you turned off your phone not wanting to talk to him. You kept it off until work. you felt bad for the way you treated him realising you were taking your frustration with the case out on him.

You walked into the squad-room slightly dishevelled due to your lack of stuff. You walked in to see Rafael pacing the squad-room. He caught sight of you and immediately the look of worry and concern dropped and was replaced with relief. You knew that you had scared him. At that second he couldn’t do anything as everyone was around but later on that day you went to his office after he had whispered for you to do so in passing. When you got their he hugged you tightly and showered you in kisses before berating you for worrying him so much.

“Sorry, to drag you out of bed.” Sonny said meeting you at the entrance of the crime scene.

“Don’t worry about it. I was barely in it.” you commented raising the crime scene tape and stepping in it.

“That’s why I go to bed as soon as I get home. You can eat at your desk but you can’t sleep at it.” he pointed out.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So what have we got here.” you asked.

He rattled off the details. Female, early thirties, lives alone was found earlier that night when the neighbours dog started barking at the door, ME says she’s probably been dead a few days and that their were clear signs of sexual assault. You moved away from the primary crime scene and went into the woman bedroom. Something definitely off.

“Carisi!” You called from inside the bedroom.

“You find something?” he asked stepping into the room.

“Something look off to you?” you asked motioning to the room.

“No.” he answered stepping besides you.

You walked crossed the room and with your pen you picked up watch from the side table.

“A watch?” he asked confused.

“A mens watch.” you corrected.

“How do you know that?” he questioned.

“I bought a similar one for my boyfriend on our anniversary.” you answered examining the watch.

“Am I ever going to meet this boyfriend of yours?” he asked taking note of the watch.

“Their’s also mens clothing in the closet. Kind of suspicious especially because you said she lived alone.” you informed ignoring his question.

He peered into the closet and you two started bouncing ideas off each other when a some guy started screaming outside the apartment. Claiming he was the boyfriend of the victim you took him downtown. He was career drug dealer but he had an alibi and demanded a deal of immunity before he revealed what he knew to either of you.

“I think we should call Barba in before we offer anything.” Sonny said exiting the interrogation room.

“Should I call him?” you offered barely able to contain your excitement over winning this bet.

“I can do it.” he said beginning to walk out.

“No.” you began stopping with your hand, “Let me. Their is nothing that will bring me more joy than getting that asshole out of bed at 3.00 am.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, “I swear, Y/N. If you weren’t in a relationship he’d ask you out in an instant.”

“You think so.” you probed.

“Oh definitely. You should see the way he looks at you when you talk. Also you guys are great together. Work-wise, obviously .” he commented.

“Hmm. Too bad I’m in relationship.” you sighed snapping your fingers before walking out and picking up your phone.

You went into the locker-room knowing no one would hear you in their. You called Rafael and it took three rings before he picked up.

“Hello.” he answered groggily into the phone.

“Hey counsellor. This is your official wake up call and announcement of your defeat.”you teased.

“Ahh, what crazy reason have you made up so you can drag me down there?” he asked.

“One of suspects isn’t going to talk without a certain sexy smouldering ADA offering him a deal.” you informed flirtatiously .

“Tempting, but I’m sure this could have waited until morning detective.” he replied.

“On the contrary Counsellor. Justice for a murdered young woman shouldn’t wait until morning.” You argued.

“Alright. I’m on my way. You win.” he sighed giving in and clearly getting up.

“Ooo, what do I win?” you asked suggestively.

“The presence of my fine ass.” he answered before hanging up the phone.

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! 

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“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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Late Night Whispers (a Rafael Barba x Reader Fanfiction)

Happy Fluffy Rafí Friday!! I fell asleep to an episode of SVU last night on my couch, so it gave me inspiration to write a fluffy fic of the reader falling asleep to the sound of Rafí speaking to them in Spanish. ❤ Everyone enjoy the fluff!!

Note: I did do all of the Spanish myself. I am currently learning Spanish (so this was great homework for me, should I show it to my professor?) and this is probably not perfectly accurate Spanish, but I hope it is close enough.

Word count: 1122
Rating: Teen
Warnings: brief mention of a rapist, Rafí speaking in spanish (‘Cause get ready for that guys and gals).

Originally posted by tryinghardtobeoptimistic

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Promises - Rafael Barba

P/N: SO… @eighthmark and I were just casually fb messaging when magic all of the sudden hit us. And we magically came up with this dialogue. Jo, completes me and this is proof of amazing team work. I had written the skeleton and she frickin’ brought the skeleton to life with meat and organs and such. Yall don’t understand the finesse she can bring to the damn table! YALL DON’T KNOWWWW!! I am freaking out because thissssss is insane. I hope you guys enjoy and hurt like we both did.

Rafael Barba x Reader

Written by: @eighthmark and I

Imagine: Rafael cancels a brunch date last minute.


She was sleeping serenely, until she woke up to the noises of shuffling around. Confused by the fuss, she rubbed her eyes awake. She sat up when she spotted Rafael getting dressed with her bleary eyes. All attempts of getting a few more minutes of sleep faltered as she felt him shift his weight on the bed to tuck his shirt into his pants. Still droopy from the abruptness, she took a moment to wake up as she watched Rafael snap on his suspenders.

She smiled to herself and shook her head subsequently, wondering why he always insisted on getting so dressed up. After all, they were only going to the cafe three blocks down. She had planned to come straight home afterwards; spending the rest of their day wrapped in each other’s arms with a movie they had both promised each other long time ago they would see.

Her smile began to fade when she noticed him lift his briefcase from the floor, securing its clasp and setting it on the bed. Of course, she thought to herself, he wasn’t dressing up. He was dressing for court. Already feeling the pangs of disappointment, she tried her best to push it aside and allow for a little optimism.

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Barba

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 Barba not knowing that you’re married to Carisi

(A/N: For the Anon who requested this. Hopefully you and everyone else enjoys this!) 

Imagine Barba not knowing that you’re married to Carisi

“Rafael!” Erin called before leading you towards a man who was leaning against the wall and looking at his phone.

“Hmm.” He responded looking up and then straightening up when he realised it was Erin, his and yours boss.

“I would like you to meet our newest ADA Y/N Reagan.” She introduced once you reached him.

“So you’re the other Reagan,” he nodded extending out to you, “Rafael Barba.”

“I am indeed,” you smiled shaking your hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you I’ve heard great things.”

“Likewise.” He grinned before letting go and turning to Erin, “So you finally convinced her to transfer from Brooklyn.”

“There is a reason I’m the boss.” She chuckled.

“She says that but all she did was ask me while I was eating my favourite dessert. And when I’m eating that all I’m saying is yes.” You corrected, nudging her playfully.

“Her husband gave me the idea.” She grinned.

“So you were Brooklyn homicide before, right? The Dean case?” He inquired.

“That was me.” You confirmed.

“That was an amazing closing execution.” He complimented, “ We’re lucky to have you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, “I’ve watched a couple of you cases before. You are incredible, like on the Fitzgerald case. You could tell your closing statement really sold the jury.”

“That was quite recent.” He remembered, “You were there for that?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I caught the closing statement whilst waiting for my husband.”

“Well, know that you are here. I’ll just have to return the favour and sit in on one of your cases.” He smiled.

“I look forward to it.” You chuckled.

“There is nothing sadder than two lawyers complimenting each other.” Erin interrupted jokingly.

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Rafael Barba / Snappy One Liners

Prompt: “With his designer duds and snappy one liners, you’ll want to do time with this sexy ADA.”

Okay so this was written around the time that there was a “Barbathon” or a Law and Order: SVU marathon of Barba episodes. I literally died (of laughter) when I saw the commercial, and I thought it was freaking adorable, so I had to write a fic about it somehow. For those who are curious here is the commercial in question: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXsf45tJZs0. One line is taken from the commercial (which is in italics) and I claim no ownership over that or the show/characters. I just wanted to have some fun with this amazing commercial. Enjoy!

Originally posted by suspectsim

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