#noah calhoun fluff

[castieltrash1]

noah calhoun + a carnival date hehe… 🙈

noah calhoun x gn!reader; fluff, established relationship, mentions of carnival rides

“Baby, it’s fixed!” you whine, tugging helplessly on Noah’s sleeve as he approaches the strongman game with a determined glint in his eyes. “Don’t waste your money on that crap. I’m serious, Noah!” With a grin, he shoves his free hand into his loose pocket and the distinct jingle of change lets you know his mind is already made up. Now that it’s in his sights, there’s no convincing him otherwise.

“Nah, I’ve been savin’ up for this,” Noah replies, handing the carnie a coin once he’s within reach. “I’m gonna win you something, alright?” All the prizes lined up are things he could easily buy elsewhere without having to compete for them, but you know your boyfriend, and you know he won’t pass up the opportunity to flaunt his skills on your behalf. “What’d you want, sweetheart? A bear?” He runs his eyes over the assorted stuffed animals. “Uh, a little dolly? C’mon, pick!”

“You haven’t even won yet!” you tease, and the carnie snorts, shrugging his shoulders when Noah glares in his direction. “Maybe you’re not strong enough.” You’re goading him now, letting a playful lilt enter your tone. If he wants any chance of scoring points, you’d have to rile his competitive nature first; a plan that already seemed to be working. His cheeks are flush, chest unconsciously puffing with pride.

“Yeah? Watch this.” Immediately, he pulls away, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows and revealing the lean muscle he’s gained from working at the lumber yard. You happily admire the definition of veins while Noah heaves the wooden mallet over his shoulder with a grunt before bringing it down on the lever with as much force as he can muster. 

Eyes wide, you watch as the puck quickly climbs the tower, nearing the bell before falling short. Your groan joins a chorus of others, people who’ve gathered around to watch and play next. “That’s no fair!” A few agreeing cheers and sounds come from behind you, but the carnie shakes his head.

“Just how the game is,” he explains, reaching for one of the smaller prizes. “Kid’s got a hell of a swing, though. Best I’ve seen all night!”

The compliment seems to soothe Noah’s bruised ego and he takes his reward - a small teddy bear - with a lopsided grin. He turns to face you, holding out the stuffed animal like it’s a diamond ring, his face suddenly so serious you could almost believe he actually was proposing. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

You wrap your arms around him instead, smushing the bear somewhere between your chests. Noah presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, his face growing warm. “I did say I’d win ya something,” he grumbles, pulling back enough to wrap his arm around you. It isn’t until the bumper cars come into view a few seconds later that you realize he’s already led you to the other side of the carnival.

“No more games?” you tease.

“The rides are better anyway!”

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[lifeiskentastic]

young!Noah wakes the gn!Reader

Gif by @richijerimovich

A/N: I'm sick and currently on sick leave, which can only mean one thing: a Ryan's movie rewatch marathon (and more fics)!

Summary: Your neighbor Noah wakes you up every morning. And this morning seems to be no exception.

Word count: 559 words;

I'm also accepting reqs rn!

Mornings in your town started differently for everyone. Some people got up with the first birdsong of their own free will, others were forced to do so, and still others were greeted by a real earthquake with every sunrise. Or a hurricane trapped in a human body.

'Get up!' your ear has been mercilessly terrorized since the morning. 'Do you really want me to do this?'

You tried to jump up and prevent the inevitable, but it was too late... Noah jumped into your bed in one jerk. Which, in fact, was a single bed.

'Noah...' You stirred sleepily as your neighbor began to jump on the mattress very diligently. So much so that you could only dream about sleep.

'It's not my fault!' He leaned over you and laughed right into your ear. Still rocking the bed.

'Uh-oh... Just a minute more...'

Your brain was working in the morning... In fact, in the morning it refused to function at all, and your whole being had only one single goal at this time of day - to sleep a little more. However, Noah was absolutely not satisfied with this arrangement. How could you exchange your joint plans to go to the lake for some insignificant nap?

'Don't make me...'

A moment after these words, and Noah purposefully fell on you. Literally. You sank under his weight, tangled in a pile of blankets.

'What, you want to get up now?' He said sarcastically, kept grinning from ear to ear, even as he slid his arms under you, hugging you tightly. Although, in fact, it was all just a cleverly planned trap. 'You had to think before!'

After a few more (completely futile) attempts to get out from under Noah, you had to surrender to the victor. But with a sincere smile. After all, no matter how annoyed, angry, tired, and all at the same time, you couldn't help but smile when you looked at Noah's cheerful face. So close to your own.

His warm breath tickled your ear, his arms were still frozen under your back, holding you in place, and his legs somehow managed to intertwine with yours. And you could not do anything about it. You didn't even want to.

You closed your eyes in the hope that you could get a few more seconds of peaceful rest while Noah seemed to have dropped his guard. But, of course, that was too much of a luxury.

'Ha!' Noah reacted the moment your eyelids closed. He shook his hands, causing the entire bed to jump, and loomed over you with a wide, smug smile. All you could do was sigh in disappointment. 'Thought you could get away with it, huh?'

And then he began his favorite part of the morning. Noah put his head in the crook of your shoulder and began to wiggle his nose, tickling you terribly! You couldn't stop laughing, completely forgetting even about the possibility of sleep. Especially when his grown strands of hair fell on your neck, unbearably tickling.

After a while, you finally got up, with tears of laughter in your eyes and a smile on your face. Later on, Noah would have a whole lecture about respecting private space and understanding the concept of a sleep schedule, but for now, he could enjoy your cheerful appearance and laugh together. Just like every morning.

[fireflyinks]

Could you write a smut fic about Noah Calhoun from the notebook? I love your work and writing style, and would love to see how you interpret the character.

first time

noah calhoun x reader smut

contains : smut, loss of virginity, p in v, praise, fluff, very vanilla

a/n : yes ofc! thanks for leaving a request :) i love noah (and pretty much any ryan gosling character) with my whole heart.

18+ MINORS DNI

Noah’s truck dragged down the gravel road which led to my house. I’d been waiting on the porch for him for an embarrassingly long time, even though he was perfectly on time. I just liked being outside to see him drive up to my house, and I refused to risk him being early and missing it.

“Hi Noah,” I called out as he got out of his truck and ran up the wooden stairs to meet me.

“Hey beautiful.” He pulled me into a firm hug. It felt nice, I hadn’t seen him in about four days since he’d been so busy with work, but it felt like an eternity.

The hug lasted about ten seconds before he pulled away and kissed my cheek, looking down at me and smiling.

He reached for the door and opened it for me, and I quickly made my way in. My parents were out of town, and I had the house all to myself. Of course, my parents would’ve never let him and I hang out alone, especially not in my room, even though Noah and I were eighteen and legally adults. I was still under my parent’s roof and those were the rules.

They had been hesitant about Noah and I seeing eachother at first. I was a good girl, good grades, never got into any trouble, and Noah was Noah. But he grew on them, so were allowed to date.

With certain restrictions.

I walked to the kitchen, giving the freshly baked plate of cookies to Noah. “I made your favorites.”

If I had to give a girl life advice, I’d say ‘get yourself a man that looks at you the way Noah Calhoun looks at a plate of cookies.’

“You’re too good to me.” He smirked, taking the plate from me.

We sat in silence in the living room as we ate, just enjoying each other’s presence. Noah knew it was going to happen tonight. I knew it was going to happen. Neither of us were brave enough to admit it.

But god, I wanted it. I’d been hoping Noah did too, but we were never alone enough to experiment anything. Even at Noah’s house, where his dad basically didn’t care what we did, we didn’t want to risk him walking in or over hearing anything.

As if reading my thoughts, Noah cleared his throat.

“Look, I know you’re probably assuming that I expect for something to happen just because we’re home alone, but I just want you to know you don’t gotta do anything if you don’t want to. I’m just here to be with you, and I won’t be upset if you don’t feel comfortable enough to…”

“I want to.” I interrupted him quietly.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I mean really, it’s up to you.”

“Do you want to?”

He nodded immediately, “Of course I do, but I want you to feel comfortable too.”

His genuine concern for how I felt made my heart flutter.

I grabbed his hand, interlinking our fingers. “I want it more than anything. I promise if I get uncomfortable, I’ll tell you immediately.”

Noah smiled, standing up and picking me up from the couch. I giggled as he carried me up the long set of stairs to my bedroom.

The difference between him and my room’s decor was almost comical. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the baby pinks and the overall aesthetic.

Noah laid me down on the bed, crawling on top of me and placing small kisses all over my face and neck. He was gentle and slow, which I appreciated since I’d never done anything like this before.

He pulled away for a moment, slipping his shirt off. I took the opportunity to lean forward and take mine off as well.

Noah kissed down my ribcage, fumbling with my bra’s clasp in pursuit to take it off. I laughed to myself and helped him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looked at my bare chest in awe. I couldn’t help but blush shyly, since he’d never seen me this uncovered before.

“Th- thank you.” I breathed out slowly, maintaining eye contact with him.

He continued kissing down my abdomen, until reaching my skirt. Noah looked up at me, as if asking for consent once again.

“Please, Noah.”

He slipped my skirt off slowly, leaving me in just my underwear. Examining the pink fabric for a second, he smiled and looked at me.

“These are pretty.”

I blushed as he took them off of me. Noah breathed out almost harshly, looking me up and down. He stood in silence for a couple of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“I don’t understand why any guy would wanna be with a girl other than you.”

I giggled, “What do you mean?”

He spoke as he began taking his jeans off.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I ever will see. Nobody else could ever amount to you, you know that?”

For a blue collar country boy, Noah had a way with his words I’d never understand.

I felt myself getting wetter than I had already been from him undressing me.

“You’re so sweet, Noah.”

He stepped out of his boxers and climbed on me once again.

“Are you ready?” He asked, positioning his member against my core.

I nodded slowly, preparing myself for the pain I’d heard first-time sex would bring me over and over and over again.

He pushed into me, sighing in pleasure.

“How do you feel?” He whispered after a moment, after entering me fully.

It didn’t feel as bad as I had expected, just a bit uncomfortable, but exciting at the same time. This is what I had been waiting for, Noah was finally giving it to me.

“Good- not too bad. You can move.”

Noah slowly began to piston in and out of me, careful not to go too fast. He placed his hands on my hips. The pain slowly crept away, replaced with genuine pleasure. I let out small moans with every thrust, and Noah grunted ever so often.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re so so so good for me.” He said in my ear, trailing down to my neck and sucking on it lightly as he continued to thrust.

He continued at this pace for a while, until I was ready for more.

“More” I sighed out.

“More what, sweetheart?”

“Faster, deeper, I just want more of you.”

He nodded, quickening his pace. I threw my head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

“I- I don’t think I can last much longer.” Noah mumbled against my neck.

I shook my head, “Me neither.”

“Come for me, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

I nodded, feeling the tight coil in my stomach snap ever so suddenly, and I released onto his member. He moaned, pulling out and finishing on me.

“Thank you, Noah.” I sighed, looking down at his load on me.

He interlocked out lips, kissing me passionately.

Pulling away, he spoke against my cheek. “I’ll be back, gotta clean you up.”

He went to my bathroom for a moment, coming back with wet rag.

“How do you feel?” Noah asked, hesitantly.

I smiled, “That was perfect. So much better than I thought it would be.”

Noah pretended to be offended, “Ouch, were your expectations really that low?”

I rolled my eyes, laughing, as he continued to clean my stomach with the rag. “No, but I just expected it to be awkward and painful because that’s how everyone describes it to me, but it wasn’t either of those things. You made it perfect.”

Noah smiled, kissing me again.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it pretty girl. It was great for me too. You have no idea how nervous I was.”

He left again, coming back without the rag.

I looked up at him, feeling more emotions than I’d ever felt in my eighteen years on earth.

“I love you so much.”

Noah climbed into the bed with me, pulling us under the covers.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

[ilovebladerunners]

✰; ABOUT ME AND MY ACC + MASTERLIST ⪼

My name is Adrian, I’m a new writer who goes by he/him/she/her. A few things to know about me is that I am a major Ryan Gosling fan and will mainly write about him. I’m heavily fixated on Bladerunner 2049 and Officer K, and he is currently my favorite Ryan Gosling character!

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➤; WHAT DO I MAINLY WRITE ABOUT?

— I write the usual fluff, angst, and smut topics, but not that great in smut.

— I can write all types of readers, fem/afab, male/amab, trans or non-binary, gender neutral, etc!

— I take all types of requests and will usually say when or when they are not open! You can always talk to me there and share ideas!

➤; WHAT DO I NOT WRITE ABOUT?

— I don’t not write most fetishes or kinks that include nasty things. I will occasionally write about blood or piss kinks though.

— R@pe and non-con is something I steer away from, I only write about dubcon sometimes.

— I don’t not write about actors and their lives with the reader!

— Dead dove do not eat works are a maybe.

— The stuff I don’t write about usually varies and depends on what the requests are!

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★; MY MASTERLIST || ꨄ FLUFF | ★ SMUT | ✘ ANGST |

OFFICER K —

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KEN —

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DRIVER —

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HOLLAND MARCH —

* Holland March Body Worshipping (gn reader) ★

SIERRA SIX —

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LARS LINDSTROM —

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SEBASTIAN WILDER —

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COLT SEAVERS —

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HENRY LETHAM —

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NOAH CALHOUN —

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RICHARD HAYWOOD —

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JULIAN THOMPSON —

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DEAN PEREIRA —

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JACOB PALMER —

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LUKE GLANTON —

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[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - You meet again (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

Alex Cabot

- It's been 18 years since you saw each other in person, during your teenage years you kept sporadic contact through letters and phone calls. You felt proud of her every step, supporting her in all the courses, internships, sleepless nights studying, but two months before high school graduation the blonde cut ties abruptly, there were many unanswered phone calls and letters that returned or were never answered. This didn't stop you, years later, from sending one last letter to congratulate her when you heard that Alex had graduated in Harvard, her dream since you were kids. In the meantime you went on with your life, graduated, bought a house in Texas and got married at 30, divorced at 32, the dream house was sold and you started your own business in NY, a coffee shop in a good spot. Weeks after opening a group of detectives walked in and you immediately recognized a blonde head accompanying them. Much taller than you remember, wearing a feminine suit that fit her body well, eyebrows coming together in a thoughtful expression that you know well. She took a moment to choose something in the display case, and when she looked up, she was in shock. Your name escaped through her lips in a whisper.

Casey Novak

- A simple softball game got you three days off work, a mild concussion and a pretty purple eye. The ADA visited you every day since the event, on the day you returned to work the veteran detectives made a few unfunny jokes about you being able to handle big men but getting knocked down by a ball, giving you slaps on the back in consolation for the attempt. At lunchtime you received a bouquet of yellow roses, a box of Swiss chocolate and a handwritten apology card inviting you to dinner to make up for the hospital trip. You had exchanged phone numbers at the hospital, so making the appointment was easy, finding a space in your professional calendar was not, and after two weeks you met at a restaurant a few blocks from your apartment.

Liz Donnelly

- As you work together you frequently bump into each other in the hallways, there are always cordial greetings and brief conversations about the case you are working on, but nothing beyond that. Two months go by quickly, you seem to have fallen in everyone's favor and perform your tasks with competence, making Alex proud and excited to celebrate your work, especially for being your first formal job in the law area, you meet after work in a chic Manhattan bar, not far from the office. About 15 minutes later another blonde joins you, dressed more casually than usual, a smile painting her lips as she walks toward you after meeting you by happenstance. "Well well well, Cabot and her ward, so what are we celebrating? I'll pay for the drinks."

Olivia Benson

- The same night of the misunderstanding the Captain sends you a message apologizing for the situation in front of your house. You talked for a few more minutes and she thanks you for always being the one with Noah on the occasions she can't, in the end you agree to let the kids meet on a weekend after their punishment. For your children it was long, but just two weeks forbidden to go out play after school and video games. Evelyn was anxious, running around the house to make sure everything is ready for Noah's arrival, initially you had arranged with the Bensons to meet at the park but the rainy weather made you change your plans, finally deciding on a day of board games. Catan, El Dorado, Detective, Monopoly, even Jenga and Twister, there is a table full of snacks and treats, a wine is kept in the back of the cupboard in case Olivia enjoys it, you don't know what they like so you buy everything. At the appointed hour the doorbell rings and you find mother and son as excited as you are. It would be a fun day.

Rita Calhoun

- She didn't show up for weeks, every Tuesday you drove customers to other tables to reserve that special one in the hope that Rita would show up, which didn't happen. After the fourth Tuesday in a row you gave up. The new manager didn't harass you anymore, while he didn't make things easy at work, denying you overtime and events that usually pay a little more, after all, the generous tip from those rich people is what pays your bills. You chose to resign when you realized that there was no advantage or anything that bound you there, the emergency fund lasted long enough until you got another job, this time in an Italian restaurant, not as fancy as your previous job but much more welcoming. Monday is usually a slow day, you found out after two months as a waitress, so you are alone with the chef, working overtime late at night when she enters the homely environment, looking out of place in her expensive suit and high heels worth a rent. "Miss Calhoun?" you whisper, an involuntary smile on your lips. "I told you to call me Rita, sweetie." she sits up and signals for you to come closer. "What are you doing here? Forgive me, but this restaurant… it's not up to your level, it's not fancy." deep down you wait for the answer that comes next, not being able to think of any other explanation for her being on the other side of the city alone on a week day. "I came after the service of my favorite waitress."

[evilkennedy]

Hi tumblr! Another rp ad because I’m going insane, feel free to message me on here or on discord if you’re interested! Here’s what I’m looking for:

Literacy: semi-lit to lit, a few paragraphs per reply.

Fandom: Ryan Gosling’s Filmography(?)

Pair: I’m down for anything really. OCs, canon ships, self insert stuff.

Characters: I’d like to write against these characters as myself OR as these characters against canon or otherwise. (Both is perfect if you have a self insert or oc you’d like to use too!)

Henry Letham (Stay, 2005), Holland March (The Nice Guys), Sierra Six, (The Gray Man) Noah Calhoun (The Notebook), Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy), Luke Glanton (The Place Beyond the Pines), Ken (Barbie)

Ship(s): Holland March x Jackson Healy, Barbie x Ken. I’m down for OC stuff and s/i stuff if you’re willing to double and write for me also.

Triggers: Nothing much, tbh.

Genres: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff, angst, etc.

Plot ideas: sooooo many, feel free to reach out to discuss anything! I especially love whumping characters and/or sickfics,,, giggles

Where: Discord! sunflowerdany

Since I also have my Etsy, which you can find here : https://sunnydarts.etsy.com

I may be more responsive on weekends! My commissions for fanfiction are also still open. (2 slots)

https://sunnydarts.etsy.com

[findroleplay]

Literacy: semi-lit to lit, a few paragraphs per reply.

Fandom: Ryan Gosling’s Filmography(?)

Pair: I’m down for anything really. OCs, canon ships, self insert stuff.

Characters: I’d like to write against these characters as myself OR as these characters against canon or otherwise.

Henry Letham (Stay, 2005), Holland March (The Nice Guys), Sierra Six, (The Gray Man) Noah Calhoun (The Notebook), Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy), Luke Glanton (The Place Beyond the Pines), Ken (Barbie)

Ship(s): Holland March x Jackson Healy, Barbie x Ken. I’m down for OC stuff and s/i stuff if you’re willing to double and write for me also.

Triggers: Nothing much, tbh.

Genres: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff, angst, etc.

Plot ideas: sooooo many, feel free to reach out to discuss anything! I especially love whumping characters and/or sickfics,,, giggles

Where: Discord! sunflowerdany

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[storiesofsvu]

A Gingerbread Disaster

Rita Calhoun (previously x fem!reader) A piece of the Exile Collection. A follow up to A New Leaf. Covers the “making gingerbread” square for @cptnrogersevans bingo Warnings: minor language, fluff, family cuteness, minor mention of past hurt/angst.

Rita was doing her best not to trip over the probably far too many bags she was carrying as she scurried between the elevator and her apartment door. She was definitely later than she’d planned, and definitely later than she’d said she would be. Luckily, there were only sounds of Christmas music and laughter coming through the door as she pushed it open, Olivia appeared to be in the kitchen, topping up what appeared to be a glass of wine, glancing toward the door.

“Was starting to think you got lost.” She teased in greeting and Rita let out a huff of a laugh, dropping a couple of bags on the table inside the door as she stepped out of her shoes.

“I am so sorry.” She shuffled out of her coat, doing her best to actually hang it on one of the hooks, “it was way crazier out there than I thought it would be.”

“It’s fine.” Olivia replied, nodding toward the living room, “they’ve been having the time of their lives with that new Switch game.”

“God…” Rita let out a soft sigh, thanking Liv for the glass of wine she slid across the island, “Liv…honestly, you’ve been such a fucking godsend these past couple of years, I’m pretty sure whatever I get you for Christmas this year needs to be bigger than your paycheque.” She hummed over a sip of wine, “any chance you’re in the market for a new car?”

Olivia barked out a laugh, “have a company car, remember?”

“What about Noah?”

“Rita…he’s fourteen!”

“So?” She shrugged, “can’t you get an early permit at that age?”

“Does Lexi have one?”

“No. She’s got access to the car service, and is a year younger. Besides, it’s useless to drive in this city.”

“Exactly my point.” Liv laughed again, shaking her head at Rita’s usual over the top-ness when it came to gift giving, “how about, for now, I’ll settle for those kits? And we can discuss a theatre trip or something after the holidays?”

“Sounds perfect.” Rita smiled, shifting through the couple of grocery bags she tugged up to the island, “I got a couple of different themes, wasn’t sure what Noah or Amanda’s girls would want.”

“Thank you.” Liv gave her a warm smile before turning to the kids, grabbing Noah’s attention to say bye to his friend. As the two of them left Lexi bounded up to the kitchen,

“I’m starving! Did you bring dinner?”

“Dinner?! Me? I thought you were cooking.” Rita teased back, wrapping an arm around the nearly thirteen year old who rolled her eyes in response, but accepted the hug and kiss placed on the top of her head. “And of course I brought dinner pumpkin.” She kissed her head again, “go wash your hands and help me set the table?”

“Course.” Lexi shot her a gleaming smile as she darted off down the hall and Rita couldn’t help but smile as she watched her go, beginning to pull out containers of food.

She was amazed at how much Lexi had grown over the years since Rita had adopted her, although, she came from a very broken and technically abusive home. While she herself hadn’t endured anything physical, the neglect and emotional components were there, it was only when she finally ended up in the SVU squad room, her case rolling across Rita’s as a pro-bono for family court when Lexi was eight that Rita realized that maybe there was more purpose to her life than mourning you and defending criminals. Together, she and Lexi and helped move each other through their individual grief of Rita losing you, the love of her life, and Lexi coping with the loss of her parents.

The holidays had been a tough point, especially the first Christmas together, where all Rita wanted was to shower Lexi with as many gifts and festive experiences that she could, but knew better. She was constantly seeking advice from Olivia, and they’d become much closer friends over the past five years. It was three years into Lexi’s adoption, when she was eleven that Rita finally came fully clean and explained what had happened to you, well, to the most appropriate that she thought she should to someone Lexi’s age. Over the past two she’d gotten more details whenever the girl had asked, Rita knowing that now she could handle it.

By now, the two of them had completely settled into a rhythm of helping each other out around the house on a daily basis, and fully knew exactly what the other expected when it came to specific holidays. Rita let Lexi host (supervised) Halloween and birthday parties at the apartment, and always let her invite a couple of her closest friends out to the Hamptons for the fourth. They spent Christmas just the two of them, occasionally Rafael and Lucia joining them (usually at Lexi’s insistence that she didn’t want Rita to burn the place down), and New Year’s Eve was spent with the found family that the squad and all the kids provided. They truly had taken things that were small and broken and patched them all up, making them happy and glowing once again.

When it came to Christmas, there were some more unique traditions that they’d developed as they’d opened up to each other and the way they’d celebrated the holiday in the past. The mantle above the t.v held stockings for the two of them, but also one for you, and one for Lexi’s late Mom. Usually they stayed empty, minus a sealed letter or two, merely a symbol of what used to be and whom they still loved. Rita had noticed that every year Lexi had popped a little note at the least into your stocking, she never read them, letting the girl keep her privacy, but she appreciated the sentiment, and started to return the favour once she’d picked up on it. The letters for you went into a memory box Rita kept stashed in her closet, filled with the memories that she refused to give up, just holding onto the little piece of you that she had left.

Her eyes were pulled from the mantle when Lexi padded back into the room, peering into the take out containers,

“What’cha get?”

“Well…” Rita smiled, pulling down a couple of plates, “it is Saturday, so I figured some Chinese would hit the spot, don’t you think?”

“Sounds amazing.” Lexi replied with a muffled voice, a piece of ginger chicken already in her mouth that Rita chuckled at.

A little bit of small talk took over as Lexi updated Rita on her day, and how she absolutely demolished Noah at two of the games they’d played. They plated up dinner and got settled in at the table, Rita laughing at the story Lexi was telling. She updated the older woman on her school’s Christmas plans, the classroom party, and her first official school dance, although she wasn’t sure if she was actually excited about that or not yet. Rita assured her, that as long as she stuck along with her friends, she should have a good time, and to not worry about it, school dances were always overrated anyways. Lexi replied that she would much rather spend a night at the arcade playing games than fretting over dancing with stupid boys and Rita said a silent thank you to whatever higher power was up there. She’d barely begun to adjust to being a parental figure she certainly didn’t want to deal with Lexi wanting to date yet.

“What’s in the other bags?” Lexi asked, her gaze trailing over them as she helped Rita load the dishwasher.

“Well you said last year you wanted gingerbread, and we do remember how much of a disaster that was, right?”

“You tried to make it from scratch, what did you expect?” She teased and Rita laughed again, shaking her head at the smirk on the girl’s lips.

“Well I chose the cowards way out this year.” Slipping the rest of the leftovers into the fridge, she rinsed her hands before moving over to the bags, pulling out a variety of boxes, “I know you’re getting a little old for the princess stuff now, but I figured Jesse and Billie might want some of those ones, so I just got a little bit of everything.”

“No…I love it.” Lexi shot her a grin, “besides, you can never be too old for princesses, can you?”

“You certainly can’t.” Rita smiled, smoothing back at Lexi’s hair, “do you want to do them tonight?”

“Can we?!”

“Of course.” She chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, ever so thankful that she was able to hold onto as much childlike innocence as she could.

“I’m gonna kick your ass at this.” Lexi smirked, grimacing at the scoff Rita let out.

“Whoa…swear jar…” she gestured and Lexi huffed, tugging a quarter out of her pocket and tossing it in, causing Rita to raise a brow.

“It was only a little one!”

“You drive a hard bargain kid.”

It didn’t take long for the kitchen table to be covered in gingerbread house pieces, candy, frosting and the like. And it didn’t take much long after that for Lexi’s warning to be completely true, although, no one was surprised. While Rita did sometimes have a knack for baking, she lacked the patience that creative and steady handed things like this took. Lexi was already intricately decorating the roof of her house when Rita’s decided to fall apart for the third time and she let out a sigh.

“Told ya.” The girl teased, licking a swirl of icing off her finger.

“You’ve always been an impeccable artist.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, “and hey, don’t worry about it, we can snack on yours instead.”

“Oh and I supposed you’ve got more plans for tonight?”

“It’s not that late yet.” She pouted lightly, “can we watch a Christmas movie?”

“How am I supposed to say no to that face?”

“Yay!” She bounded up from the table, starting to head toward the living room.

“Hey! Wash those hands! I don’t need this entire apartment sticky.”

“Yes M’am.” Lexie called back nearly tauntingly as she retreated to the kitchen to do as asked (and snag a couple pieces of Rita’s destroyed gingerbread house onto a plate).

Lexi made the choice of watching Elf, and as much as that would never be Rita’s choice, she would always agree to whatever the younger girl wanted, especially at the holidays. She cherished the way that Lexi still would snuggle into her side, letting her arm wrap around her, she knew with the teenage years approaching there wouldn’t likely be much more of this left. She’d take what she could get now, even if it meant sitting through shitty movies and letting Lexi indulge in far too much sugar. About halfway through the movie Lexi let out a little yawn, no doubt from a sugar crash before her sleepy voice broke the semi silence of the room.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. You always can, you know that.”

“Should I still just be calling you Rita?”

“Pumpkin, you can call me whatever you’d like.” Rita titled her head down, stroking softly at Lexi’s hair, noticing it the way her brow was furrowed, despite her attention still being on the movie.

“Noah calls Auntie Liv Mom. He’s adopted like I am.”

“I think that’s a little different sweetheart. Noah never really met his parents, Olivia adopted him when he was still a baby. You very much know and love your Mom.”

“But I love you too. A lot.” She twisted her head up to look at Rita, “and you’re the one that saved me, that’s taking care of me.”

“And I love you to the moon and back.”

“I just think you deserve more than just a first name for that.” She shrugged, turning her attention back to the t.v, “that’s all. Liv gets Auntie Liv, I feel like you should be like, Mommy Rita or something.”

“You don’t think that sounds a little juvenile?”

“I’unno.” She shrugged again and Rita chuckled, tickling at her side softly, pulling a giggle out of her before she kissed the side of her head.

“What’d’ya say we brainstorm over the next little bit, try and find something that works for both of us? Hmm?”

“Sounds like a deal.” Lexi snuggled deeper into the embrace, “I love you. Thank you for the gingerbread houses.”

“Your welcome pumpkin. I’m glad you liked them. And I love you too.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Olivia Benson, Rafael Barba & Noah Porter Benson Characters: Rafael Barba, Olivia Benson, Noah Porter Benson, Lucia Barba, Rita Calhoun, Amanda Rollins, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Katriona "Kat" Azar Tamin Additional Tags: Fluff, Friendship, this is a lockdown series, liv and rafa are in love, but they're also in denial, Romance, basically me purging my lockdown feels in a fic, won't be canon compliant, Rafa being a Dad, Smut, slight angst, but it's resolved so don't worry Series: Part 19 of Locked-down Summary:

Election stress, relationship stress, parenting stress. Olivia and Rafa are continuing to make it work

[bellasweetwriting]

Fist Date

rory gilmore x m.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: you always flirt with the Chilton perfect student Rory Gilmore, and one time, she actually gives in

requested by: @grouchycritic7794​

warnings: my writing, too much popular cultural references, FLUFF

a/n: this was actually so fun to write, I hope you like it

word count: 1,8k

You watched her as she got out of school. Chilton was on your way to work, and you didn't mind walking a little bit slower at three o'clock and crash with some private school students on their way home.

She was always there at three o'clock.

"Hey, Gilmore!" You yelled, making her raise his eyes from her book and look at you. You noticed how identifying you wasn't as pleasant as you hoped it was. "What are you reading on this fine evening?" 

"How to punch an annoying guy in ten steps, and I'm a fast learner."

You sat down next to her, making Gilmore move a few inches away from you, not caring if you noticed.

"I'm kinda busy here, Y/N, why don't you go and talk to your fan club?" Asked Rory in a high pitched voice, pointing the groupie of girls watching you. You waved at them before focusing all your eyes on Rory Gilmore.

You first met her a few months ago when your boss made you make delivery in Stars Hollow, to a diner, and she was there. Rory was eating her book with her eyes as she drank her black coffee which had so much more coffee than water. And the fact that she didn't care for you at all made you like her so much.

One day on your way to work, you saw her. She was in front of Chilton, sitting on the bus stop with a book on her hand. And now, seeing Rory every day was part of your routine.

"So, do you like PJ Harvey?"

"Who doesn't? She's great." You smiled at her answer. "why do you care what I like, Y/N?"

"My sister gave her tickets, and you wouldn't guess who came to my mind at that moment?" 

"Phoebe Cates?" She assumed, referring to the attractive 80s actress.

"You," you corrected her, making Rory roll her eyes. "It's just a concert. Besides, it would be cool if we get to know each other in any other place that isn't this fancy and prestigious school, don't you think?"

"Sorry, I forgot I'm too fancy and elegant for you. Why would you go out with me? I'm on the top floor of the ship, Jack." A Titanic reference. She always spoke in pop culture references. 

"I mean that this is your territory and for you to get to know me, you need to spend time in my comfort zone."

"You make it sound like your territory has cows and chickens and you wear a cowboy hat on weekdays."

You laughed.

"The cowboy hat is only for weekends, m'lady." You made her chuckle, just a bit. "Please, do I look like a farmer boy to you, Gilmore?"

You didn't. Your leather jacket and your neck tattoos weren't usual for a country boy. Nothing of you made you look like a farmer boy.

You are a city boy, a Hartford man with no money to spent blindness. You drove your old man's motorcycle without his permission, and it was a very cliche of you to be flirting with a correct and delicate girl like you though Rory Gilmore was.

But she wasn't like all the rich girls that attended Chilton. She was not a millionaire, not a delicate girl, didn't wear make up other than a sparkly pink lipgloss and some transparent mascara. That was it. Oh, but you see a girl like that, and your instinct is to protect her. Her innocent face, and those big dove eyes that made her look so beautiful for you, didn't they?

Rory Gilmore caught your attention the minute you looked at her.

Her beauty was different. Wasn't like a model of Vogue, or some concept of pretty that the media has published. Something in her expressions and details made her look like she was a princess, those delicate factions and the innocence that brightened her eyes. 

"Fine, Noah Calhoun, let's go and see PJ Harvey."

"Great," you said softly, kissing her cheek quickly. "I'll pick you up on Friday night. Where do you live? What's your number?"

"Chill out, J Edgar Hoover. How do I know you aren't going to Lee Harvey Oswald me when I'm not looking?"

"Have you ever talked normally and not in pop culture references?"

"Why would I do that?" She asked, writing her address on a post-it. "Here. It's in Stars Hollow. Please, don't kill me one night."

"You aren't my type of victim. I'll pick you up at seven." 

And with that, you left Rory sitting on the bus stop. 

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"What would you wear to a PJ Harvey concert in Hartford?" Asked Rory to Lorelai as she picked up her clothes and looked at them.

"A whistle, a pepper spray and a phone dialling to 911," answered her mom as she sat on the chair in Rory's room. "Do I know this guy?"

"I don't think you do, and if you did, I would have a lot of questions."

A bright moving line illuminated the curtains of the room from the outside. Lorelai looked over the window to see you getting out of your motorcycle. 

"No!" She yelled. "A motorcycle?"

"He's here!?" Exclaimed Rory, looking over the window to you standing next to your bike. "I am not ready."

Rory was panicking. She didn't have a minimal idea of what to wear and you were already outside, waiting for her.

"Ok, uhm, wear that blue shirt because you look good in it, some black jeans and your tennis. I'll go distract James Dean over there.

"Go! Go!"

Lorelai ran towards the door, opening and giving you a sign to come in.

Boy, you didn't want to, but since she was the one letting Rory go out with you, you didn't have a chance.

"Well, hello, there. I'm Lorelai, I'm Rory's mom, come on in."

"I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself with a particular tone like you didn't care much about what she thought. "Is Rory ready?"

"She's finishing up. You know, putting on lipgloss and grabbing a Poptart, hopefully not her last supper," Lorelai whispered the last part, making you raise your eyebrows. "So, Y/N, where do you go to school?"

"In a public school at Hartford. I work too."

"What do you do? Tattoo shop?"

"Actually, food deliveries. I'm the provider of your diner, in fact."

Lorelai raised her eyebrows.

"So you know Luke?"

"I know how he looks and talks."

"I know him too! He's one of my best friends."

"He kinda hates me."

"Right."

Both of you wished that Rory would appear in any second now.

"I'm ready!" Exclaimed Rory innocently, appearing at the door with a smile. "What were you guy talking about?"

"... baseball caps," said Lorelai and you nodded. "You look great, honey, have fun. But not so much fun." 

You opened the door for Rory, who smiled at you before stepping outside. You turned around to look at Lorelai.

"Have a nice night, Miss Gilmore."

"Take care. Drive safe!" You could hear her yell even though you closed the door. "Don't accept candy from strangers!"

You helped Rory get on the bike carefully, and she smiled at you while you put her helmet on.

"I feel like a little kid with this gigantic helmet." You laughed.

"You have a small head, Gilmore." She rolled her eyes.

"You are a total Casanova, aren't you?"

You grabbed her hands and placed them on your waist before turning on the bike. 

"Just hold on, Bambi."

And with that, you left the driveway of the Gilmore house, driving away.

Lorelai was quick enough to run towards the phone and jump to grab it, falling to the floor as she dialled the diner's number.

"Luke's diner, this is Luke."

"My daughter just left to go to a concert in the city on a motorcycle with your provider!"

"What? Are you doing a Margot Kidder impression again?" He asked from the other side of the line, making Lorelai roll her eyes. "Who left on a motorcycle?"

"Rory! Rory left on a motorcycle with a tattooed rebel guy! They were going to a PJ Harvey concert in Hartford! Am I the only one who sees the problem here?"

"Wait, my provider... you mean Y/N Y/L/N?" 

"So you know his name, perfect. That way we know what to tell the cops when Sylvester Stallone kidnaps my daughter!"

"Hey, chill out, he is a good kid."

"He has a black dragon tattoed on his neck. Do you know any good kid with a mythological creature that shoots fire from its mouth tattoed on their skin?"

She heard Luke sigh.

"Rory is a great kid. If she thinks he is a good guy, then he is. She wouldn't go out with a guy who she thinks is bad for her."

"Didn't she like Jess at some point?"

A silence reached the conversation until Luke spoke again.

"I'm on my way. Can't believe you let her go out with that thug, he has broken at least two eggs in his deliveries, he doesn't know how to take care of a girl. That girl has no judgement, that's why you are there!"

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"I loved it when she sang The Mess We Are In, I really loved it," she said as you parked in front of her house. 

You had a lot of fun at the concert, and you still couldn't believe she even accepted to go. You've known her for a while now, and she's always been ignorant to your flirting or propositions. Something must have changed beneath these days that made her change her mind.

"I had so much fun, Y/N," she told you as she started to take off your jacket, but you let her keep it.

"Looks better on you." She rolled her eyes.

"Could you be any more cliche?"

"I haven't quoted Jane Austen yet."

"Yet?"

You nodded before leaning in, kissing her lips softly as you felt her tremble to your touch.

You ran your hand through her hair, making slow movements with your head before breaking apart, giving her a last short kiss before stepping back.

"See you on Monday, Rory Gilmore." You put on your helmet, and she smiled.

"Bye, Y/N.”

You gave her a tiny smirk before turning on the engine and driving away. She looked at you go, remembering how much fun she had with you that night.

Quickly, she ran towards her house, opening the door and finding her mom and Luke sitting on the couch. Both stood up, looking at the smiley girl.

"How did it go?" Asked Lorelai, and Rory blushed.

"Perfect," she said softly, hugging her mom. "Thanks for letting me go, it was the best night ever." 

After she said hi to Luke, she ran towards her bedroom and jump into the bed, staring at the dark night and stars with a big smile.

Lorelai looked at her friend with an emotionless expression on her face.

"I don't like that guy," she said, "at all."

[castieltrash1]

for the sleepover: noah when you're having a bad day...

i think the way he'd handle it differs a lot when he's younger/older, so post-war!noah will be under the cut! i hope this makes your day a little easier, anon <3

pre-war!noah x gn!reader; hurt/comfort, unspecified angst, mentions of fighting

seeing you sad is something noah loathes more than most things in life. he’s a generally sympathetic guy, even to complete strangers, but he's extra sensitive when it comes to you. if he had one wish, it’d be to make sure you never even frowned again. that’s why when you are feeling down, he’s wholly dedicated to getting a smile back on your face. he doesn’t have much to his name but he’s determined, and the devotion he has toward your happiness results in a few too many creative remedies. flowers, of course, wild and pulled straight from a field he’s taken you to for picnics before. if you’re more of a sweet tooth, he’ll spend his last dime getting your favorite candy, tying a loose ribbon around it for added effect. he’ll sing, dance, and even tell bad jokes recited directly from a brightly colored book of gags. 

since he knows he can’t offer you a lot in other areas of life, noah tries to make it up to you in moments like these. if he can’t cheer you up quickly he’ll feel bad about himself, doubting his abilities to give you something as simple as happiness. of course, most of the time your negative emotions aren’t related to him at all, but that doesn’t mean he won’t internalize any sadness you do project. if you are sad about something he’s done or a situation between you two, he’s adamant about fixing it. at first, it might just seem like he wants to kick your relationship issues under the rug, but he eventually tells you that he knows life is short, and would rather spend every second he has with you feeling nothing but joy.

“we can’t just run away from this, noah! you really hurt my feelings.” swallowing the lump in your throat, you try to hold your voice steady as you confront him. “don’t you care about what i think?” you ask, feeling your skin grow warm in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, the latter of which only grows with each passing second that your boyfriend stands frowning in front of you.

“y’know i do,” noah replies, softening his tone after his earlier outburst. he takes a step closer to you with his palms outstretched, eyes wide and hopeful. “i just don’t like it when we fight. don’t see a point in all of it.”

“couples fight, noah. it’s normal.”

his lips quirk at the corners and, when you finally let him interlock his fingers with yours, a small smile spreads across his face. “can’t we just be happy instead?” you scoff, trying not to give in to his persuasive words and the way his thumb rubs gently against the back of your hand. you’re already forgetting what the fight was even about and why you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder these past few days. “c’mon, you forgive me, don’t ya?”

sighing, you pull him closer. “i really don’t know how you do it.”

“is that a yes?”

+ if you like being left alone when you’re sad, you’re dating the wrong guy. as long as you’re feeling down noah’s gonna be stuck to your side like glue no matter where you are. even if you're in the bathroom he’ll be sitting outside humming to himself, trying to strike up a conversation through the door. the last thing he wants is for you to be sad and lonely, so if he can only take care of one of those problems for now don’t expect him to be leaving anytime soon.

post-war!noah x gn!reader; hurt/comfort, unspecified angst, v slight mentions of depression/ptsd

after the war, noah’s naive, narrow view of the world and other people’s emotions within it develops into a much more mature perspective. it’s an unspoken thing, really, and he only brings it up off-handedly in rare moments that you collect over years of being with him. he’s seen and dealt with things he’d never dreamed of when he was younger and the effects of those situations are obvious in the way he treats you; especially if you knew him before and can see a direct contrast to his previously blind optimism. 

instead of trying to “fix” your bad mood, noah just lets you embrace it. he knows that sometimes there isn’t much to do but ride out the wave of emotions until it subsides. of course, he’ll do whatever he can to make your day even a little easier, but he won’t let you feel guilty for wallowing in it either. sure, he can show some tough love, but he’s a real softie for you! he'll only lash out if your negativity is targeted toward him specifically, otherwise, he sees no reason to add to your already lousy day. when he is the problem, well, the sight of your tears is enough for him to drop his grudge (eventually.)

“we spendin’ all day in bed?” noah asks, the mattress sinking slightly as he sits beside your curled-up form. “'s beautiful outside.” when you peer over the comforter to look at him, you find his gaze already fixated on the view from your bedroom window, a hint of a smile hiding beneath his untamed beard. the normally cheerful tune of the birds' morning call only serves to remind you of your own lingering sadness, and you let out a heavy sigh.

“right, well…” noah shifts, and you close your eyes, waiting for the sound of the door closing behind him as he goes to start his day. “c’mon, darling, scooch over.” instead, his rough palm pats your hip, determination clear in his steady tone.

you sit up a little, brows furrowing. “aren’t you gonna go out?”

he shakes his head, crawling under the various quilts and blankets thrown across your bed the second you give him enough space. “and leave you here to mope all by yourself?” his fingers dig into your sides, urging you closer until he can press a ticklish kiss to your bare shoulder. “nah…” the gentle touch of his lips lingers and he only continues once you’ve settled against him. “i think i can stay a while longer.”

+ noah is, underneath all the bluntness, surprisingly rational. if your bad mood is the result of a less-than-ideal situation, he’s a great man to have talk you through it. he’ll take you out for a drive, boat ride, or even just a walk, letting you rant about whatever is bothering you before offering his own advice. as long as you take it with a grain of salt, and execute the delivery with a bit more decorum, his suggestions can be a lot of help!

gosling sleepover sunday (no longer taking requests!)

[ao3feed-barisi]

Merry Christmas my love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZNppBx

by MollyKillers

Original Prompt- Barisi celebrates Christmas together with their newly-adopted baby/child and others

What it turned out to be- Sonny, Rafael, and their daughter adopt a dog for Christmas

Words: 4622, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Law & Order: SVU

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Original Child Character(s), Mike Dodds, Olivia Benson, Rita Calhoun, Carmen (L&O: SVU), Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Noah Porter Benson, Jesse Rollins, Billie Rollins

Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr.

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Presents, Fluff, So Married, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Adoption, Pet Adoption, Cuteness overload, Family Feels, Cute Animals, Barisi being parents, Barisi Gift Exchange 2019

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZNppBx

[fireflyinks]

vi’s official masterlist

Here is my official masterlist for my fics

i am open for requests <3

hamzahthefantastic

“oh you got vibrator simulator 500?”

fluff

hamzah having a crush on content creator!reader headcannons

boyfriend!hamzah headcannons

girlfriend reveal (hamzah edition)

dream blunt rotation

soft!hamzah headcannons

smut

nsfw headcannons

special guest

24 hour stream

need your attention

harry styles

“maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you”

fluff

happy tears

heart shaped sunglasses

niall horan

“if the whole world was watching, i’d still dance with you”

smut

dainty

peeta mellark

“if it weren’t for the baby”

fluff

gentle love

flour fight

smut

good boy

ryan gosling

“i want all of you, forever. you and me.. every day."

noah calhoun :

smut

first time

colt seavers series :

part one - karaoke and cowboy hats

[butihavejoy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Olivia Benson, Noah Porter Benson, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr.'s Family, Rita Calhoun Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Feels Summary:

Sequel to Count Your Blessings.

Five times Rafael and Sonny tried to propose to each other, and one time — well, you know the rest.

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - How you met each other (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +800

Alex Cabot

- Anyone who looks at the ice queen so comfortable in New York urbanism can't imagine the ADA's origins. Anyone would picture her as a library rat as a child, wearing a pearl necklace and sitting at the table with tough-talking adults, which is partially right, but no one could imagine Alexandra Marie Cabot wearing denim overalls shooting cans with a slingshot, swimming naked in the lake, and creating a fort in the tree house. Enjoying what Texas provided for a child. You grew up with this version of her, spending summer vacation afternoons together on the Cabot farm, until she returned for good to New York at age fifteen and never came back.

Casey Novak

- You knew her before she knew you, Casey's fame in softball extended to several departments, especially yours, narcotics, where you worked for months. The narcotics team hated her, she single-handedly took down their best players and you admire her for it, was beautiful to watch the redhead play, mesmerizing. At the end of the year SVU and Narcotics qualified for the finals, you used to just watch the games until Vizzini retired and left a gap in the team, filled by you, your co-workers pushed you until they convinced you to try even though had never played before. When the day came, you couldn't stand on the field for 10 minutes, Casey's determined eyes made you more nervous than you already were. The last thing you saw before passing out was the ADA bouncing a ball in your direction. And the first thing you see when wake up is Novak sitting in the armchair next to the hospital bed, a guilty expression on her face.

Liz Donnelly

- Being an ADA is a great responsibility and burden, made even greater by being the half-sister of the brilliant and perfect Alex Cabot, your mother was married three times, she was born from the first marriage and nine years later you were born from a second union. Despite this, the two of you were raised close and she became your inspiration, which led you to study law and follow in your sister's footsteps by becoming an ADA, one of the youngest in SVU. And so you ended up in Liz Donnelly's office, formally introducing yourself after getting the competitive position, with your high grades, extracurricular activities and a recommendation from Alex. "I'm curious to work with Cabot's ward. Welcome, Y/L/N!"

Olivia Benson

- Being a single mother is hard but Evelyn is a sweet and behaved child, making the process easier. You didn't expect that one drunken night would give you a little brown-eyed angel, the beginning was painful and in time you have adjusted well to a quiet life. And it is because you know how hard and difficult it is to be a single mother that you understand the life of Noah, Eve's best friend at school, and often gave the Bensons a little help, even though you didn't know the boy's mother personally. You were surprised the day Noah got into your car with Evelyn after class claiming that his mother had let him come to your house to study for the test, which you found out was a lie when you found an angry brunette at your door accusing you of kidnapping her son. Needless to say, Evelyn and Noah were grounded for weeks.

Rita Calhoun

- Paying for college is hard when you are young and new to a metropolis like New York, but you are determined to fulfill your dreams and get a degree at NYU, so you have gotten a night job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant and at events on the weekend. Sometimes the weekday work can be exhausting because of the hours, but it pays a decent wage and the customers tip well, especially the brunette in the suit who shows up almost every Tuesday, usually alone, and on other occasions accompanied by men in suits, as if they were in a meeting. She always orders the same wine and the chef's dish. Another Tuesday came and you were having a terrible day, it all started with a test that was annulled by a small detail, then you got rained on way from the dorm to restaurant and the icing on the cake is a new manager harassing you from the moment you arrived. Rita realized what was happening as soon as you attended to her and seemed extremely nervous about his lewd glances across the room, minutes after you left the table the man was there, having an apparently serious conversation with the woman. When you returned to pour the usual wine she seemed satisfied, which made you apprehensive thinking you did something wrong. "Is there a problem, Miss Calhoun?" you asked, standing rigidly beside her. "No, Y/N. But the manager will be soon if he keep acting like this." she smiled and winked at you before dismissing the service with a nod. "And you can call me Rita."

[fireflyinks]

requests

I am open for requests! Please feel free to anonymously send anything you want me to write. Please list these following things in your request.

character’s name. I write for the following fandoms/celebrities;

- draco malfoy

- colt seavers

- noah calhoun

- james potter

- mike schmidt

- niall horan

- harry styles

- peeta mellark

- coriolanus snow

- hamzahthefantastic

- michael clifford

genre of imagine; smut, fluff, angst, lemon

for smut ; any kinks you would like. I will not write for the following ; piss, scat, feet, anything involving minors

an overall idea for the fic. You don’t have to be super specific, just maybe a small prompt. Examples : friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, age gap (obviously no minors), etc

i love anons sm please don’t be shy! I love suggestions and bringing them to life through writing <3