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[eliitesquad]

los hermanos de jerome avenue || Eddie & Rafi

closed with @thepeopleversus

There was likely no person in the world that Eddie Garcia was more proud of than Rafael Barba. He’d done what they always dreamed of. He made it out of the Bronx. He worked that genius brain of his and showed it off to the right people and ended up at Harvard Law on a full scholarship. Between Eddie working two jobs and Rafael studying his ass off, the pair of them didn’t have as much time to talk as they used to. But his hermano was moving up in the world and Eddie couldn’t have been happier for him if he tried.

Which was why, when their friend Alex returned from a visit and told Eddie what had gone down, he emptied his savings and caught the first bus to Boston he could. From the bus depot, he managed to get a cab out to Harvard. He wasn’t sure exactly where Rafael’s dorm was, given that this was the first time he’d been able to come. Finally he found someone who was able to help him find what he was looking for.

He walked quickly down the hall and knocked on the door. He would have called him to let him know he was coming, but he hadn’t taken a second to rest since he heard what happened. “Rafi? You in there?” He had a shopping bag full of his mami’s food over one shoulder and a dufflebag over the other.

[sonnydisposition]

Back to Black || Sonny & Rafi

closed with @thepeopleversus

Sometimes it feels like bad things only happened on good days. They’d just closed out a case. The paperwork was done. Sonny had a date with a gorgeous man who’d only a few days ago told him he loved him. He’d been happy lately, really happy. So of course he had to ruin it. 

He and Rafi were just walking, Sonny was telling him a story, using his hands as always. He got a little too into it and accidentally smacked someone walking around them. “Oh, sorry about that!” He turned, concerned, and then stopped cold.

“Oh, Dominick, what a surprise.” The man smiled cheerfully, at complete odds with how Sonny’s hands were suddenly shaking. He managed to speak after a second. “Myron, yeah, I didn’t expect to see you today.” Or ever again. Myron just laughed. “Oh, I’m sure. I didn’t expect to see you either.” His eyes roamed over Sonny and then landed on Rafael. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Sonny swallowed, forcing himself to smile a little. “Yeah, course, where’s my manners, huh?” His accent was coming in strong. “This is Rafael, Rafi, this is Myron. He’s a- We knew each other, back in college.”

“No need to make light of it.” Myron smirked. He looked at Rafael, maybe a little smugly. “We used to date.”

[o188]

hello, love.

The entire thing unfolds very quickly. One moment, Sonny Carisi is on a case. Someone calls it in that their suspect has been spotted and is fleeing on foot and he knows he’s close --- knows where to go to cut him off. Sirens and lights blare and his focus is forward when he crosses the intersection --- but he doesn’t make it any further than that. It only takes a second. The van clips the squad car on the driver’s side. Sonny’s world seems to shut off. When it turns back on again, a few hours have passed. There is a bandage on his head, on the left side where it had bounced off the window and his arm is in a sling on that same side. His spirits are high, despite how sore he probably is underneath the fog brought by whatever they had given him. The questions he’d asked when he woke didn’t seem strange at all, to the hospital staff. Did his Lieutenant know? Was the other driver alright? Had anyone mentioned if they caught the guy or not? Did anyone inform his husband? Sure enough, he gets his answers. Liv was certainly aware, the fool blaring music who’d hit him had only suffered minor injuries and was looking at charges, the squad was still looking for the guy, and someone had in fact called Rafael Barba at his request. Now it was just a matter of waiting to be discharged and going home.

After a small battle with his pants, he’s in the middle of trying to figure out how to mix his shirt and the sling when the door opens. There is no hesitance. No pause before the warm smile that finds his features at the sight of the one he loves. “Rafael.” Shirtless and bruised, he easily steps into the shorter man’s space, tone soft. “I’m okay. I know this looks bad, I know you probably want to have the marrying-a-cop talk again, but honestly, I’m fine. I promise. See? I’m in one whole piece and everything.”

[frilledgay]

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“Darn I was about to light my professors head on fire before you said that. Foiled again.” Hafi mumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But wait...do I even want to know how you know that?” He asked and tilted his head. Yeah Barba knew a lot of odd stuff but...why was that there?

[silverliniing]

Amicus Curiae || Peter & Barba

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Peter sat very quietly, his little legs swinging off the edge of the chair as he waited for Mr. Barba. He fiddled with the thin silver bracelet that the receptionist had given him, along with a suspicious look. He was used to the looks by now, but the bracelet made him feel anxious, like he couldn’t get away. But he had to follow the rules today. He couldn’t get help if he didn’t. His mom needed him. He wouldn’t risk being thrown out. 

He checked the clock on the wall again; they’d said Mr. Barba would be back soon. Peter just hoped he was nice. 

[sonnydisposition]

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Sonny’s brow furrowed in concern. He didn’t know if the ADA was seeing anyone, but he hoped not. And not for the usual reason. “Barba, that’s not nothing.” He said, voice low. “Is that work related?” It was none of his business, but they were friends, more or less. He couldn’t let someone get away with hurting him.

“If someone’s threatening you, we can get you a protective detail.” He’d volunteer himself in a heartbeat, even though he was certain Barba would never go for that even if Liv allowed it.

[eliitesquad]

Judge on the Menu || Olivia & Rafael (Closed)

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Fifteen long years left Olivia hardened. The world was cold and black and she knew the only solace would be found in blood. The Judge thought he could be rid of her, but he hadn’t taken into account the most important aspect of Olivia’s character.  She was a survivor. 

She walked down the damp street she’d once called home, taking in the details with a cold eye. It seemed unchanged, as though time hadn’t touched it. Although, there hadn’t been a pie shop below her apartment before.

She walked in, looking around with a vague curiosity. The place was barren, dust and grit everywhere and entirely absent of customers.

[o188]

(  ❛ 💌 @thepeopleversus because muse-birthdays are important !! ) 

❝ ---- Barba!! ❞ Oh, he should know better than to be excited before the ADA even manages to spot him in the dwindling crowd ( not a difficult feat, given his height ) but it’s too late for that, now. It’s a wonder he doesn’t literally wave, doesn’t skip over like some radiating child but his nerves ( and the mood, believe it or not ) keep him in check as he dodges and weaves around people in various stages of happiness, frustration, and disappointment. They don’t matter to him. Nobody else matters to him as he stops, almost breathless, in front of the shorter man with a smile that can’t be broken. Not today. ❝Nice cross, counselor. That was -- you were -- wait.❞ His hand suddenly raises and for a split second it almost looks like his pointer is actually going to end up on Barba’s lips, right there, with an audience but he manages to stay mostly in his own personal space. ❝Don’t. Whatever it is, just accept the compliment, today. And this.❞

The box that is produced is small -- wrapped tightly in black paper with a silver ribbon. There is a tie inside, one that was a shade of green and yellow that matched the other’s eyes almost perfectly. Nerves are ignored as he offers it over, his smile too warm and probably too telling. ❝It’s not much, but. Happy birthday, Rafael.❞