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Rita Calhoun Masterlist

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key: smut, fluff, angst, other, ao3 only

x f reader: Contagious Unforgettable they both take you home (feat. Rafael Barba)

x Casey Novak: Unwelcome Guests (feat. Cabenson) Night Nurse Something Special 36 Questions - Chapter 1 Gentle An Alternate Night Target? Getaway Great Minds As If By Magic The Prettiest View (feat. Rafael Barba) The Pact Red, White and Blue So Obsessed (feat. Alex Cabot) You're My Babygirl [WIP]

You've Got Time Margarita Decides To Die Sounds of Suburbia Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum Never After Sapphire Drive Me Mad Passing Through Happy Birthday, Love (feat. Cabenson) Twenty-Six Acts Just a Bad Dream Softly

x Rafael Barba: Who's Your Daddy? Can't Quit You

x Olivia Benson: Stay With Me - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Your Voice Goddess Frozen Seen That Same Look in Your Mother's Eyes

misc. pairings: Ray of Sunshine (x Amanda Rollins) Show Me The Ropes (x Amelia Chase)

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Valentinesfrog Pride Fics

some of my fics that are Particularly gay. in honor of pride month <3

Good Luck, Babe - this is literally the song. It’s bensler, but not the straight one. the other one <3

HOT-TO-GO - quite literally takes place at a Pride concert. baby gay Jet adopted by Mama Liv <3

Pistachio - Barisi Coffee Shop AU

Baby, I’m Yours - Cabenson. Olivia is very whipped for her tipsy girlfriend

Sway Me Like the Sea - Omegaverse Bratty Alex wants Olivia’s attention

Wine, Red - Liv and Rita sleep together and yell at Barba

The Sweet Escape - Casey picks up a MILF in a bar (I’ll update this one soon I swear!!!)

First Base - Softball. need I say more

Magenta - Cabenson. Trains are particularly gay we all know that.

Weekend Bliss - The only Smut Fic I’ve ever written lol. Cabenson

Misirlou - For the gays who feel like murdering somebody right about now. We’ve all been there.

Sunshine - Femslash February one shots featuring all sorts of pairings and throuples <3 casey/alex/olivia combos

Future Lover - We don’t talk about this one actually

My Ko-fi Link :)

[storiesofsvu]

Manhattan Mornings

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun warnings: language, minor mentions of smut. Just a fluffy little drabble to start the day off with!

A gust of morning air blew through the open window, curtain billowing as it moved through the room causing Rita’s skin to break out in goosebumps. She shivered involuntarily, slowly rolling onto her side as she wrapped the top sheet back around her bare body. A warmth bloomed through her at the feeling of Casey’s hand now next to hers and she linked their pinkies together, letting out a happy sigh. That warmth continued as sun beams broke through the cloudy sky, bathing Rita’s bedroom with a golden glow. It was the perfect morning to sleep in with the woman she loved but the birds on the windowsill had another idea, chattering amongst themselves to the point that Rita’s busy brain refused to go back to sleep.

Her eyes cracked open, nearly wincing, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the morning light and she couldn’t hold back a small yawn. She didn’t want to move her hand from Casey’s, nor jostle the bed and end up accidentally waking her, so she stretched out her body the best she could without really moving. When she nuzzled back into her pillow her gaze landed on Casey, who was still asleep on her back, ginger hair splayed across her pillow, her face turned towards Rita. The sun cascaded across her porcelain skin, sparkling in her hair, catching the sapphire gems of her earrings and bouncing the light throughout the room. Rita couldn’t help but smile, resisting the urge to reach out and trace the outline of her features while she slept.

Casey brought a sense of calm to her life that she’d never once had before, one that made her actually slow down and smell the flowers, enjoy her surroundings and breathe in the small moments rather than racing through life. Normally once she woke up in the morning that was it, no hitting snooze, no rolling over or closing the drapes to be engulfed in darkness, it was shower, dressed and coffee time. It was the first time in years that Rita felt adequately rested. She relished the nights Casey stayed over, encouraged to bed at a reasonable time, lulled to sleep by the strum of the other woman’s heartbeat with her sturdy arm wrapped around her waist. The smell of her shampoo embedded into Rita’s pillowcases so even when she wasn’t there, the reminder still was and Rita was drawn to staying in bed longer than she normally would. It was as if Casey had brought an entire new light into her life, one she hadn’t even realized she had been missing out on until she’d become involved with the younger woman and a day wouldn’t pass that she wasn’t eternally grateful for all of it, though she was most grateful for Casey herself.

Rita caught herself falling early, Casey’s playful energy making her laugh harder than she had in years, the way the other woman wore her heart of her sleeve was so drastically different to Rita and she was amazed by it with each day that went passed. Casey was strong, brave, incredibly empathetic and had the perfect amount of stubbornness, knowing exactly when to stand up for herself or her people and Rita admired that beyond all belief. Then there were the sly smiles, the lingering glances with a sparkle in her eye that made Rita’s heart race, the husk of her voice or the way her lower lip would pout just the slightest and she had Rita completely wrapped around her finger. She was down bad from the start and now she was totally in love and wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

“You’re staring again…” Casey’s voice, thick with sleep, broke through Rita’s stream of memories and the older woman chuckled softly, her hand finally reaching out to smooth back a few pieces of her hair.

“You’re breathtaking… I could stare at you forever.”

“Creep.” Casey teased, her eyes finally fluttering open as she smiled across at Rita. She found their pinkies still linked together and brought Rita’s hand up to her lips, leaving a tender kiss on the back of it that made the brunette’s heart swell. “How long have you been awake?” She asked, rolling onto her side as she adjusted the blanket, shifting closer to her girlfriend.

“Not long.” Rita replied with a small yawn, stretching out the remainder of her body.

“And you figured you’d just watch me sleep?” She raised an eyebrow with a playful grin and Rita scoffed.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Her hand caressed her cheek gently before she pressed a kiss to her lips, “you looked so peaceful.”

“Mmm.” Casey nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend’s, “I do always sleep better when I’m here.”

“Could be the thread count.” Rita teased, earning a playful scoff.

“Nope.” She smiled, gazing across at her, “sleep pretty good when you’re at my place too.” She yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, “though… your bed is far comfier than mine.”

“I think it has much more to do with the company than the environment.” Rita offered up, her thumb soothing across Casey’s cheek, who smiled in return, turning her face to press a kiss to the other woman’s palm.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled, “I adore waking up with you.”

“You’re such a sap.” Casey teased, kissing the tip of her nose, “no one would ever believe me if I told them.”

“Well that might just be because I’m not totally head over heels in love with anyone but you.” Rita’s fingers tickled down her cheek, pulling her to her for another kiss, lips brushed against each other as they curved up into grins.

“I love you too.” The redhead murmured back, unable to contain the smile on her face or the love in her eyes, “waking up with you is extremely easier.” She watched for a moment as Rita’s smile reached her eyes, then she suddenly ducked her gaze before looking back up at her with a near hesitant look on her face, “what?”

“Move in with me?” The older woman asked quietly and the hand Casey had twirling in her hair stalled slightly before her fingers trailed down Rita’s cheek, tilting her chin up to catch her gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes.” She half laughed, “I love it when you’re here so much that I’ve come to hate it when you’re not.”

“But you live for your alone time.”

“I know.” Rita sighed happily, “but I’d rather have you. You’re this burst of energy, sunshine and love that I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for and I don’t want to waste another minute by myself.”

Casey’s hands came up to cup her cheeks, a bright smile on her own as she leant in to kiss her, “you sure you’re ready to share your home office?” She half teased and Rita huffed.

“We can talk about shared custody.”

“Sounds like a deal to me.” Grinning, she stole another kiss, one that Rita pulled back from after only a minute.

“Really?”

“Of course!” A bright smile overtook the redhead’s face as she cupped her face, “any day I spend with you is far superior to one that I don’t, so why wouldn’t I want to get to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night?” She laughed softly as Rita peppered her face with kisses, “besides, think about what you’ll save on take out bills. Wait.. your stove does actually work, right?”

Rita scoffed, swatting at Casey’s chest as she shot a glare in her direction before both of them burst into a fit of giggles, interrupted by kisses, each one a little bit longer than the last.

“I love you.” Rita murmured, her breath catching in her throat as Casey suddenly rolled her onto her back, straddling her hips.

“I love you too.” She replied, a wicked grin on her face as her eyes darkened, “and now I’m gonna show you what you have to look forward to every Sunday morning from now on.”

Rita’s head fell back into the plush pillows as Casey’s lips began leaving a trail down her neck, her hands ghosting over her body and a sheer sense of happiness and love washed around both of them. There was no doubt that this was exactly where they wanted and needed to be, and that yes, this certainly was the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning with the person they loved the most.

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Would anyone be interested in a Rita Calhoun character study playlist I made (idk if i wanna make it public rn so lmk if you want the link!) 👀

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Fic taglist for @mickey-gomez

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Rita wouldn’t normally be caught dead at a recreational softball game midway into Spring. It’s too warm for her tastes, her pants are too expensive for these dirty bleachers, and everyone is crowded too close together. But, like a lot of things nowadays, she makes an exception for Casey. Tart lemonade explodes across her tongue as her girlfriend’s fingers shift on the shiny metal bat in hand. The only disruption to the thick air is the occasional breeze which washes over them all, kicking up the dust coating everything and giving Rita a lovely whiff of the man sitting next to her who definitely neglected to put on deodorant. Or shower. Or brush his teeth. She swallows back her manners to cover her mouth and nose until the wave of fresh air dies down.

She’ll be the first to admit that she doesn’t know anything about any sport, let alone one that doesn’t really have a professional televised league, but she knows enough to recognize that Casey is good. Everyone cheers for her, and she moves around a lot, and she hits the ball farther than most everyone.  And her team usually wins, which means Rita wins too, if she would ever phrase it so crass. Casey’s insatiable at the worst of times, let alone when she’s high on victory and adrenaline, and knows how much her girlfriend loves the sight of her in her dirty softball uniform.

The ball cracks against Casey’s bat and soars over the field, too small and fast for Rita to look at even if she wanted to. Her eyes, however, track Casey running as fast as she can manage. Sweat must be breaking out across her face, if it hadn’t already. Dripping down her cheeks, her back. But her hands have chalk on them so her grip on the bat doesn’t slip, and Casey has a habit of wiping them on her pants when they start to sweat. They’ll be warm, but dry, cupping Rita’s face afterwards.

People cheer as Casey keeps running, longer than most people, so Rita cheers too. She even stands up. Chanting her girl’s name, watching other players come back to the front of the  diamond, slam their feet against the little rubber makeshift base, and then return to the dugout with huge grins on their faces, But last of all is Casey, who manages to make the full circle and jump into her teammates’ arms, excited, happy. Free. In these moments, her smile is blinding, and she is the sun itself. And although Rita is usually not so narcissistic, she would consider herself the complimentary moon.

After that, things are pretty boring. The next batter for Casey’s team gets an out, and the other team spends the last ten minutes of the game failing to score. When their final out comes, and the game is over, there’s a wave of fresh cheering around her. People trickle from the stands, taking their time and effectively trapping Rita in place for a few minutes because she won’t put herself through the indignity of squeezing past everyone just because she’s impatient. So she stands and waits for the people in her way to clear out as Casey and her teammates get water, talk about getting drinks. From time to time, Casey goes out with them, but mostly- especially when Rita comes- they go straight home. Or just to the nearest restroom with a locking door, if they’re impatient, which Casey often is.

By the time Rita reaches her girlfriend, Casey’s duffle is already on her shoulder and she’s ready to go home. As always, she’s beautiful. Even with dust covering her clothes and face, with sweat all over her, with her lips chapped in spite of applying a thick layer of chapstick before the game and drinking plenty of water.

“Win it for me again, baby?”

“You and you only.”

Casey loops one arm around Rita’s neck to pull her in for a kiss.