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By The River

I was rewatching Lord of the Rings, and oof. I now remember why I swooned over Orlando Bloom so much as a teenager...

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Rating: T (angst)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You've grown quite fond of Legolas, but when he disappears without so much as a word, your world is turned upside down.

You walk slowly towards the river Bruinen, occasionally glancing up at the clear night sky. A handful of trees litter the path of the river, marking where the beauty of Rivendell merges with the beauty of the forest. You take in a deep breath as you approach a particular beech tree, one that was slowly becoming your favourite.

You smile to yourself as you hear the feet landing behind you, slowing for just a moment as you see the familiar blond elf falling into step alongside you.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Legolas breaks the silence.

You merely hum in agreement, glancing at him with a soft smile, one that he returns.

You couldn’t quite remember how long you two had shared this routine, but he was always there, every night, ready to join you in your walks along the edge of the forest. Most nights you spoke, joking and laughing, but some nights, you enjoyed the simple silence, interrupted only by animals in the distance or the whistling of the wind. Truth be told (but never to Legolas himself) he was the reason you enjoyed your walk so much.

You eventually find yourself paused at the riverbank, looking down at the moonlight reflecting along the rippling waters. A breeze whips around you and you shiver, exhaling softly as you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a warm presence behind you as Legolas moves to wrap his cloak around your shoulders, his hands resting on your upper arms. Without thought, you lean back into his touch, letting his warmth wash over you.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

You tilt your head to glance back at him, finding him gazing down at you, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hand comes up slowly, resting along the hollow of your throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing up against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his. He dips his head down, tentatively brushing his lips over yours before pulling back and letting his hand return to its place on your arm. Your lips part slightly, but no words come, so you give him a soft smile instead, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder as your gaze returns to the waters of the river Bruinen.

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The next day, you find yourself busy, running small errands for the council. But Legolas remains in the back of your mind, his soft kiss replaying over and over. Once night falls, you grab your cloak and slip out for your nightly walk. You quickly make your way to the beech tree, pausing for a moment. When all you hear is the rustling of the water and chirping of birds, you glance around.

“Legolas?” You call out, looking up at the branches.

Your heart begins to race as your elven senses pick up no sign of him. 

“Legolas?” You call out again, silently hoping that he had somehow lost track of time.

No answer comes and you feel your breath run short, catching in your throat as your pulse pounds in your ears. You force down a deep breath before turning to run back into the walls of the city. You make your way to the council room, steadying yourself before approaching Elrond, who greets you with a nod of his head before returning to the map he was studying.

“Lord Elrond,” you begin, bowing your head slightly, “have you seen Legolas?”

“He is gone,” the elf responds, “A messenger came from Mirkwood this morning, and he left.”

You feel your heart sink to your stomach as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your jaw drops slightly as you turn away from Elrond, clenching your fists by your sides.

“This troubles you?”

“I was just-” You pause, unsure of how to explain yourself to the high elf. “I did not know he was leaving.”

“Do not worry for him,” Elrond says, turning to look at you fully, “he will return in time.”

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You try to follow Elrond’s advice, busying yourself with whatever you can find and forcing yourself to focus on anything but the thoughts of Legolas. But days soon turn into weeks, then into months. And the Sindar elf does not return. You eat out of habit, on the days that you remember, and hardly ever venture out of the walls of Rivendell. Some days your heart aches as it did when Legolas first left, other days it feels cold and numb.

One day, Elrond, who had kept a distant eye on you as you grieved, approaches you.

“You should take a walk,” he says softly, “the air would do you good, as would the sun.”

“The river reminds me of him,” you admit.

“An unpleasant memory?”

“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”

You stare at Elrond with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. He lets out a small sigh as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Then go to the river, sit with the memories.”

Elrond gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before turning to walk away. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning your attention to the waterfalls scattered around the city, listening to the sounds of rushing water. You slowly walk through the city, heading towards the waters of the river.

You eventually approach your tree, reaching out to run a hand along the bark as you look down at the flowing water. In the light of the noonday sun, the colour almost matches Legolas’ eyes. A tear slides down your cheek as you turn to lean against the beech, sliding down to the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. Your eyes close as you lean your head back against the tree, losing yourself and letting time fly by.

You hear footsteps in the soft grass and you leap to your feet, turning to face the approaching figure. The sun glints off golden hair and your jaw drops momentarily before you close your eyes, deciding that your eyes are playing a cruel trick.

“No.” You say softly.

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the figure that now stands before you. Piercing eyes stare at you as golden locks flutter in the soft breeze. Legolas…

“I thought you’d left,” you murmur, “never to return.”

“You truly think I would do that?” Legolas tilts his head slightly, striding forward to stand in front of you.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you reply slowly, “you were just…gone. You never even said goodbye.”

“I tried to find you,” the blond elf murmurs, “but I couldn’t. And it was urgent that I return to Mirkwood.”

You take a step back and swallow as you stare at the river again, fingertips digging into the bark of the tree as it presses into your back. Finally bringing your gaze up to meet his, you see pale blue filled with concern and… was that hurt?

“I would never abandon you.” 

Legolas’ voice comes out as little more than a whisper as he moves in closer, bringing up a hand to caress the line of your jaw, catching a fresh tear with his thumb. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel his free hand resting ever-so-lightly on your hip. 

“ Melethril…”

Your eyes flutter open as you feel Legolas’ warm breath dancing across your lips, his own within inches. Your hands find purchase on his cloak as his body envelopes yours, your lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. You lean into him as his grip tightens on you, holding you close as your lips mold together. Your lungs begin to ache, but your desire for Legolas pushes all other thoughts back as you cling to him.

Legolas finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both take in a breath. He tilts his head back to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze filling you with warmth. He speaks in a low tone, slowly and assuredly.

“I will always come back to you…”

#legolas #legolas greenleaf #reader insert #legolas x reader #orlando bloom #elrond peredhel #angst with a happy ending #fluff #grief #little bit of romance

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Envy

Pedro owns a good chunk of my brain, so I'm always getting random fic ideas (mostly smut, not gonna lie). This is one of a series of oneshots I plan to complete.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 1,690

Rating: E (smut, nasty smut)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You and Javier Peña had a fight, so you came to a bar to blow off some steam. He follows, and shenanigans ensue…

“So, you got a man or…?”

You glance at the man leaning towards you as his hand slides onto your thigh. Images flash through your mind as you pause, the sound of the bar thundering in your ears.

“Stop making this such a big deal!” Javier exclaimed, his voice rising to a dangerous level.

“It is a big deal!” You shot back, venom lacing your tone. “You don’t think I can handle this shit, so you go behind my back. And supposed to just fucking accept that?”

“It’s not what you fucking think.” Javier’s voice had dropped to a low, almost growling tone.

“Get the fuck out, Peña!” You shouted, shoving your partner towards the door. “I’m done dealing with your shit right now.”

“It’s complicated,” you grumble, “but I’m not here to think about that.”

Seeming to accept your answer, the man gives you a smirk before flagging down the bartender for another round. You’d long forgotten his name in the noise and haze of the bar, but he just might do for the night. After all, you’d always heard that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else…

“Fuck Mr. Complicated,” the stranger says, clinking his glass against yours in a mock toast.

“Yeah, fuck him,” you reply, biting back the uncertainty in your tone.

You knock back the liquor in your glass, reveling in the way it burns as it trickles down your throat. Feeling a surge of courage, you glance at the dance floor and back to the man, a grin spreading across your face.

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Javier Peña wasn’t a man to give up without a fight. He knew you were mad and that when you got mad, you went to a bar. This bar. He’d taken a corner table, only waiting maybe 10 minutes before you walked in the door, little black dress clinging to your curves as your hair hung loose and free.

Then he watched.

Watched as you slid to the bar and this man, this pendejo , had sidled up, all smooth and douchey. Watched as he leaned in to murmur in your ear, his hand sliding onto your thigh. Your perfect, smooth thighs that wrap around his hips so snugly…

Watched as you pulled the man to the dance floor and pressed your body against him, hips rolling to the beat of the overpowering music. Those hips that always roll so desperately against his touch…

Watched as the man’s hands began to roam your body, sliding up your sides before back down to your hips. Watched as you leaned your head back, giving the man access to your neck. That perfect little neck that just looks so goddamn pretty with his hand wrapped around it…

Javier feels his blood beginning to boil as he watches you let a stranger’s mouth roam your skin. Tossing back the remainder of his drink and stubbing out his cigarette, he stands and storms towards the dance floor.

Your eyes are closed as you feel the music vibrating through you. A hand suddenly clamps around your wrist and your eyes snap open as you feel yourself being yanked away from the stranger and pulled off of the dance floor. You glance back and see the stranger watching, mouth agape and uncertainty in his eyes. You try to pull your arm free, but freeze as you recognize the man pulling you towards the back of the bar, the lights of the bar softly reflecting off of his worn leather jacket..

Javier is silent, but you can feel the emotion radiating from your partner. Something has him upset, and you can’t help but feel you are that something. He ducks into the bathroom, finally releasing his hold on you as he locks the door.

“Pena, what the fuck-” You’re cut off as his lips crash against yours in an almost harsh display of dominance. Javier grips your hip with one hand as the other raises to tangle in your hair, tugging your head to the side to make way for him to trail a mixture of teeth and tongue down the soft skin of your neck. Warmth spreads through your core as your skin begins to tingle, arousal mixing with the alcohol in your system.

“You think I’m just gonna watch, hermosa ?” He growls against your skin before biting down on the sensitive flesh, drawing a moan from your lips. “You think I’ll stand by and watch some cabrón put his hands all over you, hmm?”

Javier pulls back to stare down at you, pupils blown as his gaze flits from your eyes to your mouth and back again, and you feel your skin begin to flush as his tongue darts out to wet his full lips. He inches you backwards until your back hits the door, his body keeping you pinned. You let out a gasp as the hand on your hip moves to grip your ass, pressing you against him as his hips roll languidly against yours. You try to grip his leather jacket for leverage, but he grabs your wrists with his free hand, lifting them to pin your arms about your head.

“Javi…” You whimper.

Javier chuckles slightly as he leans in to nip at your earlobe, releasing your ass to slide his hand under your dress and hook your thigh on his hip. His fingers dig into your skin as he grinds against you again, the new angle sending sparks licking up your spine. You let out a sinful moan as you roll your hips into his, desperate for more friction. Sensing your desperation, Javier arches back, keeping just out of your reach.

“Please…” Your voice cracks as you close your eyes.

“Look at me,” Javier rasps and your eyes snap open, a shiver running through you at the timbre of his voice. “Tell me what you want.”

You bite your lip and swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you meet his dark gaze. You try to roll your hips against him again, but he pulls back, tsking at you with a soft shake of his head.

“Use your words, hermosa. ”

“Want your cock, Javi,” you moan out. “Please fuck me…”

Javier snorts softly before releasing you. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before his hands are on you again, spinning you around and bending you over. Your hands scramble for purchase against the wood door as you feel your dress hike up and over your ass, and you hear Javier hiss as he sees nothing but a black thong underneath. His large hand glides along the swell of your ass before coming down with harsh smack. You let out a yelp as your skin begins to burn, rivaling the warmth surging through your core.

You hear the clink of Javier’s belt and glance over your shoulder to watch him shove his jeans down. Your mouth waters slightly as you watch his cock spring free, hard and leaking as he slowly fists himself. His dark gaze meets yours as a smirk plays at the edges of his lips. His free hand kneads the stinging flesh of your ass for a moment before he yanks your thong down your thighs, baring your leaking entrance to his predatory gaze.

Javier leans over you, letting his tip slide into your drenched folds, his breath hitching at the sensation of your wet heat enveloping him as he presses further. He growls low in his chest as he snaps his hips, bottoming out and tearing a moan from deep within you as you feel your walls stretching around his thick length. Your jaw goes slack as he fists your hair, tugging your head back as he sets a vicious pace, splitting you open with his cock and rattling the door against its hinges.

“Javi!” You cry out as your legs begin to tremble, threatening to give out as he pounds into you.

“That’s it,” Javier groans, “let that pendejo hear how good I make you feel. Let him hear who you belong to…”

“You, Javi,” you keen, “Fuck!”

"That's right. Only me."

Javier’s hand untangles from your hair to wrap around your throat as he pulls you flush against him, fucking into you with renewed ferocity. His hand tightens around your throat as his free hand slides between your trembling thighs, rough fingers finding and rolling over your clit. You gasp as the pressure builds, pulsing through you as you feel it threatening to wash over you.

“Oh, god…” you groan, your eyes clamping shut.

“That’s it, cariño, ” Javier purrs in your ear, “cum for me. Sólo para mi …”

Your body goes taught at his words, shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you as you cry out. Javier’s name tumbles out of your lips like a mantra as he fucks into you with long, deep strokes as you ride out your orgasm. 

Feeling you tense around him sends Javier over the edge. He curses as his hips stutter, his grip on you tightening as he empties himself, his cock throbbing deep inside you as his teeth sink into your shoulder. You breathe out sharply through your nose as you push back against him, clenching around his length and drawing a low moan from him. You stand together for a moment before Javier slides out of you, leaving you suddenly empty. You turn to face him, noticing the sheen of sweat on his flushed face and imagining how you must look.

Javier tucks himself into his pants, zipping himself up before he bends over to scoop up your discard thong. You start to reach for it but he stuffs it into his pocket, shaking his head at you. You frown as you feel your slick already seeping down your thigh, but the dark look still in his eyes prompts you to let it go. But not completely…

“Maybe I should go out without you more often,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Try it, see what happens.” Javier growls. “I won’t go easy on you next time.”

You shoot him a coy grin, sliding your hands up his broad chest.

“Promise?”

#javier peña #reader insert #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal #smut #angry sex #rough sex #creampie #biting #spanking #choking reference #dirty talk #jealous javi #dominant javi #possessive javi

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#Deacon #MacCready #fallout 4

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Freddie Trumper, bisexual disaster

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#the hand on the neck/chin 🤤 #excuse meeee!?

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Landy!!

It’s always a great day when our Captain hits the ice | Colorado Avalanche 01.11.24

#colorado avalanche #gabriel landeskog #go avs go

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Watch Party

It's hockey season, so of course I've been watching my team as much as possible (go, Avs!). And since I think Sonny would be a fun friend to watch hockey with, this little oneshot was born. But because Barba is...well, Barba, I gotta involve him. Enjoy!

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 961

Rating: T (swearing)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You invite Barba to join you and Carisi for a hockey game watch party. That just so happens to be at your place. And has absolutely nothing to do with your slight crush on the A.D.A.

“See ya tonight?” You give Carisi a playful nudge.

“Wouldn't miss it,” he replies with a grin, “need me to bring anything?”

“Nope, I got drinks and the pizzas are pre-ordered.”

You notice Barba's green eyes filled with confusion and curiosity as you turn to face him fully.

“Rangers are in the playoffs tonight,” you begin. 

“That's a hockey team,” Carisi chides and you hold back a chuckle as Barba rolls his eyes.

“I do know that much, detective.”

“Sonny's TV is on the blink, so we're doing the watch party at my place. You should come.” You pause and do your best to put a serious look on your face. “Strict dress code though. Jerseys only.”

“I got an extra jersey for ya, counselor,” Carisi offers with a lopsided smirk, giving the A.D.A. a smack on the back. 

You see Barba's jaw tense ever so slightly and you place a hand on his arm, feeling a slight pang of guilt at the frown that flickers across Barba's face. You'd never known him to take an interest in sports before, but you feel the urge to include him regardless. Not that you'd ever admit it, but the thought of him coming over to your apartment gives you a slight case of butterflies.

“I'd love it if you came by,” you say softly, ignoring the cheeky smirk still on Carisi’s face. “I have pizza, beer, and whiskey.”

“Well, if there's whiskey…” Barba pretends to think for a moment before shrugging. “I'm in.”

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“Aw, what the hell was that?” Carisi gestures wildly at the television as you spew profanities of your own.

You find yourself nestled between Barba, whose arm is lazily draped along the back of the couch, and Carisi, who alternates between leaning forward and leaning back against you. Plates are scattered on your coffee table, remnants of thin-crust pizza here and there. 

You knock back the last of your beer, getting to your feet as intermission begins. “More beer, Sonny?”

Carisi nods and raises his empty bottle in a mock salute. You glance at Barba, who leans forward and swirls his half-full glass of whiskey, looking out of place in a hockey jersey in lieu of his suit jacket. You chuckle quietly as you hear Carisi begin to ramble, throwing out stats and numbers that clearly mean nothing to Barba. You can't help but smile at the fact that he'd come over, letting yourself believe that he'd come just for you. After all, a little daydreaming never hurt anyone…right?

“Oh, now that's just bullshit,” you interrupt Carisi as he tries to convince Barba that his favourite player is superior.

You grab two beers and move back to the couch, Barba sitting back again as you and Carisi go back and forth, spouting names and phrases that the A.D.A. barely recognizes. Unbeknownst to you, Barba keeps his gaze focused on you, eyes twinkling with something akin to admiration. Once the 3rd period resumes, the argument between you and Carisi stills and you lean back again, nudging Barba with your hip and shooting him a smile, one he returns without a second thought.

You watch the clock ticking down as the 3rd period comes to an end, the score still tied. Your eyes follow the action as the puck is batted around, a sea of blue jerseys around the opposing net as the clock starts the final 10 second countdown. You feel your breathing stop for a split second as the puck slides past the scrambling goalie before the sound of the goal horn blares through the television. You and Carisi let out a yell as you both leap to your feet, his arms wrapping around you to swing you around.

When your feet hit the floor, you turn to see Barba getting to his feet, caught up in the celebration. You could swear you feel Carisi nudge you towards the A.D.A. and you leap into Barba, throwing your arms around his neck as his hands instinctively find your waist. A grin spreads across your face and you find yourself looking into his flashing green eyes, the spark you find there sending a tingle through your spine. Hearing the buzzer sound the end of the period, as well as the game, you're flooded with excitement again and you lean forward, your lips pressing against Barba's before you can catch yourself. His lips are soft, tasting slightly of whiskey as they mold to yours, warmth coursing through your body. A whoop from Carisi shocks you both back to reality and you pull apart, gazes meeting as your heart races.

“I think I'm beginning to like hockey,” Barba murmurs, low enough that only you can hear and you feel a blush creeping up your neck.

You try to mumble a response but Carisi whoops again and you pull away from Barba, suddenly self-conscious at your close proximity to the A.D.A. You turn and grin at your partner before being pulled into another bear hug, letting out a cheer to rival Carisi’s.

“What a game, eh, counselor?” Carisi grins at Barba, who merely smirks and nods in response.

Moments later, the three of you settle back onto the couch, you and Carisi watching intently as the post-game interviews begin, red faced players grinning into the camera as they announce their plans for the next round. After a minute, you glance over at Barba and find his gaze trained on you, a soft smile tugging at the curve of his lips. Warmth starts to spread through your body again as you focus back on the television, chewing on your bottom lip as you feel Barba’s eyes still on you.

What a fucking night this turned out to be…

#rafael barba #reader insert #barba x reader #raul esparza #dominick carisi #hockey #fun fluff #slight barba/reader #it's there at the end #i swear

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Therapist: and what do we say when we feel like this?

Me: I feel bad that you feel bad about me feeling bad about you feeling bad-

Therapist: no.

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source

(obvs not mine; wish I thought of this first fr)

#so precious yet so fine #what on earth is he playing tho #raúl esparza

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No Further Questions

Just a fun, angsty oneshot I threw together due to my current Raul Esparza obsession. Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 1,211

Rating: T (angst, swearing)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You get called as a witness for the defense, and Rafael has to cross-examine you. And we all know how ruthless he can be, even to the SVU detectives. Hurt feelings and anger come out, and you don't quite know how to handle it.

“No further questions.”

Rafael Barba’s words echo in your ears as you step out of the witness box. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you walk past the table, anger and humiliation flooding through you. You walk out of the courtroom, Carisi right on your heels. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Carisi calls, trying to keep up with your brisk pace. “That was rough…”

“You're telling me.” 

“I mean, I get that he had to do his job, but damn.”

You stop before reaching the elevator, Carisi nearly stumbling into you. You turn, pinching the bridge of your nose as you let out a sigh.

“I-” You shake your head. “Look, I’m just gonna get back to the station. I’ve got paperwork to finish.”

Carisi looks like he wants to say something, but just gives you a sad nod instead, watching as you get in the elevator. As the doors shut and you’re left alone, you feel your lungs tighten and you take in gulps of air that burn your chest. Your eyes begin to burn and you feel tears threatening to fall.

“Dammit!” You slam your fist against the elevator wall. You’d never cried in the courthouse before and you were not about to start now.

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You knock back the shot of whiskey, feeling the burn in your throat and grateful to feel something besides the aching knot in your stomach. You’d left the squad at their table, preferring solitude at the bar. You fight back a tremble as you push your glass towards the edge of the bar.

“Another for the lady.”

Barba’s annoyingly smooth voice floats over the noise of the bar and you turn to see the A.D.A. sliding into the chair next to you. You feel your heart racing as memories of the day flood through you. The green of his eyes are almost swallowed in the dim light of the bar and you can’t help but remember the fire that had been in them as he ripped you apart on the witness stand. Or had that been hurt…?

“Look, about today-”

“Today?” You interrupt Barba, turning to glare at him. “Today fucking sucked.”

“Listen-”

“I’ve got nothing more to say, counselor.”

You spit out the title, taking notice of the pinched look in his eyes at your vitriol. You’d begun to trust Barba, but maybe that had been a mistake. You zip up your jacket, shoving your hands in your pockets as you push away from the bar. Swinging by the table, you give the squad a nod.

“I’m gonna call it a night,” you say quickly. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Barba turns to watch you stride out of the bar. Tossing back his drink, he moves to follow you, stopping when Carisi moves to block him.

“Hey, man,” he says, his hand resting on Barba's chest. “I don't think you-”

He glances over Barba's shoulder, letting his words die as he sees Olivia shake her head softly. He steps aside, letting Barba follow you out into the brisk city air.

“Detective, wait!” He calls, frowning as he watches you walking away.

You ignore him as you continue down the sidewalk, and you hear the scrape of shoes on pavement as he follows behind. You stop short as he calls you by name, his voice cracking. You stop, pausing for just a moment before turning to face Barba.

“I’m sorry about today,” he says briskly, placing his hand on your arm.

You jerk your arm away, not missing the hurt that flashes across Barba's face as his jaw tenses. You sigh, feeling your chest tighten as the corners of your eyes begin to burn. You open and close your mouth, unable to form words that won’t end with you crying in front of him.

“You have to know that I didn’t enjoy that,” he continues, “it’s just…it’s my job.”

“I know what your job is,” you reply. Your voice begins to shake and each swallow feels like broken glass lodging in your throat. You let out a shaky sigh before continuing, “and I know why you did it. But it fucking hurt me. It blindsided me.”

“If I could have given you a heads up, I would have.” Barba lowers his head. “But I couldn’t risk accusations of tampering.”

“I know,” you nod your head slightly. “I’m just gonna go home, watch the game, and try to pretend today never happened. Good night, counselor.”

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You nurse your glass of wine, wrapped in your blanket as you watch the highlights from the game. Your team won, but you don’t feel your usual joy, instead sinking into the comforting embrace of numbness. You’re contemplating a second glass when there’s a soft knock at the door. You groan slightly as you disentangle yourself from the fabric and shuffle to the door.

You glance through the peephole, feeling a pang of surprise and irritation as you see Barba standing at your door, an almost shameful look on his face and a pizza box in his hand. You open the door, leaning against the doorframe as you look at him. He shifts his weight from one foot to another as he holds the pizza out towards you.

“I-uh, well, I know you like pizza when you watch a game,” he offers, his eyebrows knit as he searches your face for any sign of reaction.

“Game finished 30 minutes ago.”

Barba’s face falls at your words and despite wanting to hurt him earlier, it makes your heart ache slightly. You feel your anger and resolve slowly crumbling as you take in the man standing at your doorstep. He's in his usual fancy suit with a rich, brown overcoat, but his usual cocksure expression is long gone, replaced with a placating gaze and frown etched into his features. 

“I was about to put on a movie,” you continue, pushing off the door frame and walking back inside. “Wine or whiskey?”

“Whatever you have open,” Barba says quietly, taking a tentative step into your apartment.

“Wine it is, then.”

You grab a second glass, nodding at the door as you pour. He takes your meaning and closes it behind him, setting the pizza box on the counter once he reaches the kitchen. He sheds both overcoat and suit jacket, laying them on an empty chair. You hand him the glass and walk back over to the couch, settling into the comfort of the cushions and blanket. Barba stands by the counter, his gaze shifting from you to his glass and back again before he approaches the couch. Your name tumbles out of his lips with a sigh, his gaze filled with a plea for forgiveness.

Glancing up at Barba, you lift the blanket, scooting over to make room for the A.D.A. His eyes widen slightly and you see his posture soften ever-so-slightly before he lowers onto the couch, tentatively settling beside you.

“Today sucked, Raf.”

“I know.”

His arm slides around your shoulder and you instinctively curl into his side, his warmth radiating through your body as you feel his body sighing in relief, relaxing against you.

“It still hurts.”

Barba presses a gentle kiss against the top of your head before resting his chin there.

“I know…”

#rafael barba #reader insert #barba x reader #raul esparza #dominick carisi #olivia benson #slight angst #barba is an ass #but not really #he feels bad #your feelings are hurt #but happy endings abound

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the ongoing saga of “are you okay, rafi??????” 

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this 💙🙌🙌

from @arrowstp IGstories

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Crowley's expressions of love in season 2

Bonus:

[the-wandering-wonder]

GOOD OMENS — Chapter 5: The Ball.

[the-wandering-wonder]

Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other. We talk all the time. We've been talking for millions of years. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. I say something brilliant, and he says something unintentionally funny back. It's great. You never say what you're really thinking.

[the-wandering-wonder]

The absolute chokehold this man has me in... 🙃

Narcos - The ultimate tribute to Agent Javier Peña (30 GIF's).

Javier in every episode.