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benson and barba in s19e09
#remember when barba was awkawardly holding noah #heâs so much better with him now!
The sketch of RaĂşl Esparza drawing Nr. 112: Liv and Barba in October Surprise. His sad look always gets to me⌠đ
Itâs a difficult sketch coz of all the shadows. But youâll see that coloring will fix a lot
25 Days of Barson | Santa Claus
Note: We had a family emergency yesterday and I unfortunately didnât get anything posted. Here is a new installment in the 25 Days of Barson experience. Youâll I promise to hand off two updates in one day in the near future!
Santa Clause | 344 Words | Day Nine No Warnings | Established Barson
âI cannot believe I let you sign me up for this,â Barba groaned, fingers running through the long, white beard that had yet to adorn his face.
Olivia laughed, poking at the stuffing under the giant red suit with big belt that he was wearing. Its give entertained her mildly as she poked at it again, watching as the belly took its shape back mere seconds after her fingers made contact.
âThey had a cancellation and all of those kids, theyâre planning on seeing Santa,â she reminded softly. âThese are kids with nothing, Barba - kids who wouldnât be having a Christmas if you didnât go hand out presents. Besides, itâs good for your image.â
âI donât need anything for my image, I protect those kids and put the people who ruined their lives in prison,â he reminded through gritted teeth, standing in front of the mirror in the small room they gave him to change in. He slipped the glasses and attached beard on, wrinkling his nose. âIt itches.â
âBut it looks good,â she insisted. âThink of the smiles on their faces, the joy youâre bringing them.â
âThe high pitched squeals and grubby hands that will be all over this god-awful suit.â
âItâs one hour,â Olivia murmured.
âOne hour,â he nodded slowly. âAnd then we go home.â
âYes,â she agreed gently. âAnd Rollins and Carisi have Noah.â
âWhich means weâll be alone.â
Olivia smirked, âYouâre starting to catch on, Mr. Claus.â
Rafael grinned, âDonât tempt me Mrs. Claus, or we might not make it to see the children this year.â
Olivia rolled her eyes, hips swaying seductively as she opened the door and walked over the threshold. She flipped her hair, looking over her shoulder with a wink, âCâmon, Santa. You donât want to keep Mrs. Claus waiting. I hear she gets feisty when the festivities are delayed.â
As he picked up the sack of toys, Barba rolled his eyes, following quickly in her wake. Perhaps the suit wasnât so bad after all.
25 Days of Barson | Fireplace
Fireplace | Â 344 Words | Day Six No Warnings | Established Barson
It was their first Christmas as a family. The newlyweds had finally settled in Rafaelâs apartment, Noah was acclimating to a new room, and the decorations had gone up haphazardly and late.
Yet, Christmas Eve was drawing to a close and they sat in front of the fireplace, a gentle blaze roaring from behind the safety grate. Noah had opened one present â a pair of footie pajamas that mimicked Santaâs red suit. He had a little hat on his four-year-old head as he curled between Rafael and Olivia.
The heat warmed her almost as much as the presence of her tiny little family.
A yawn escaped Noahâs lips and she looked down, brushing hair off of his forehead. âOkay, Baby, itâs bedtime,â she cooed, reaching down to scoop him into her arms.
âNo,â he whined. âMama, one more minute!â
Rafael shook his head. They had decided months ago that they were a united front in parenting, no matter what. âYou heard your mami,â he instructed. âIf we arenât in bed, Santa canât come.â
Olivia smiled as she watched the words being mullled over in her sonâs head. He frowned, glancing at the stocking on the mantle of the fireplace and back to his parents. He pursed his tiny lips before rubbing at his eyes.
âI sleep for Santa,â he agreed with a nod.
Olivia carried Noah to his bedroom, Rafael hot on her heels as she laid him in bed, tucking the firetruck comforter around his tiny frame.
âGoodnight, mijo,â Rafael cooed, kissing his forehead.
âSleep tight, baby boy,â Olivia followed, turning to allow Noah to kiss her cheek.
âMerry Christmas, Mama,â Noah called out as the door started to close, his âRâsâ sounding more like a muddled âWâ. âMerry Christmas, Dada.â
Olivia paused in the doorway, a bright smile shining on her features as Rafael stared back in shock. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder and leading him from the room.
âYou heard him,â she whispered, leaning up for a kiss just outside of her sonâs doorway. âMerry Christmas, Dad.â
32 Seconds (1/3)
AN: Â Iâm writing Barson fic because I just binge-watched the entire 17th season on Netflix and I have a lot of feelings about Barba, I am wholly disapproving of Olivia dating Bart Bass, and I have to resolve these feelings. Â With smut.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me you were being threatened?âÂ
Rafael Barba looked up to see Olivia Benson storming into his office, shutting the door behind her with a resounding slam. Her deep brown eyes flashed with thunder and for a brief moment, he felt a bit panicked. Benson had a way of unnerving him at times.
âI did,â He replied coolly. âI let your detectives knowââÂ
âFin told me you received multiple threats over the phone, before you were approached in the elevator,â Olivia undercut him. âBut it wasnât until after that you saw fit to inform us!âÂ
âI am ADA,â Barba reminded her coldly. âIâm not a stranger to people making threats.âÂ
âBut police unions, Barba! Donât you think thatâs something I should have known about?â She folded her arms across her chest. âWhat, did you not trust me enough to deal with it?âÂ
Something about her tone infuriated him. âLike you trusted me enough to tell me you were involved with Ed Tucker, during his investigations?â
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I promised a lot of people to do this - and I will! đ The sketch of Fassbender drawing 64 follows soon.
I have never been into shipping. Especially Olivia. Not with Elliot, Hayden, Cassidy, or anyone else Olivia hooked up with.
Then Rafael Barba came along. The way these two interact is beautiful. They both are people who fight for the victims and justice, albeit in slightly different ways (Olivia is more willing to ignore the law), are stubborn and hard headed, and both have had a hard life (Rafi growing up poor in the Bronx, had to work his ass off to get where he is at, probably faces quite a bit of discrimination for being Latino; Olivia being the product of rape, coming close to being a victim herself multiple times, being kidnapped, and all the other crap sheâs been put through).
This is my OTP whether itâs best friends or more.
Some Barson feels. Lyrics by Three Days Grace Edit by me
itty bitty barson touch. ・â âż â・
Team Barson Barba loves Benson My edit
Barson requested by @madlove4hargitay I hope you like it by olivia_badass_benson http://ift.tt/1TvOeKQ
Jigsaw Puzzle #3
Rules: 1). Put the puzzle together. 2). Take a screenshot (tutorials: take-a-screenshot) 3) Submit your screenshot. 4). Be the first, and I will post your submitted screenshot.
Jigsaw Puzzle #3