#alex casey x reader

[lilmoonbunny]

Just Alex; Alex Casey

When a case gone wrong leads to a confession, Casey is unsure how to act around her.

Warnings: hostage situation, stabbing, slight jealous!casey

This takes place before Alan Wake 2. Also, I'm only like half-way through, so he may be out-of-character.

Alex Casey loves coffee, anybody who knows him was aware of this. There was never a point in time when he was free and was seen without his beloved drink. Perhaps it was unhealthy – an addiction – but he couldn’t find him in it to care. With the stress of everything, coffee was the thing that made him feel better, well… one of the things.

Y/N was his co-worker, his partner in crime, if you will. She helped him feel better too, maybe even more than coffee did. Y/N was many things: kind, sweet, funny, and a coffee addict also; that was potentially a reason that the pair got along so well.

“Morning, Casey,” Y/N greeted the mentioned man with a smile the moment she spotted him entering the office, two cups in hand.

“I’ve told you before, Y/N, just Alex is fine,” he grumbled, passing her the coffee cup, a daily occurrence between them.

“I know, but then everyone looks at me weirdly, so…”

Because you’re the only person I let call me Alex, he thought to himself with an internal roll of the eyes.

Casey simply sighed and sipped his own coffee.

The case that they were working was tough. There were no leads and neither of the duo knew where to go with it next, which is why they brought in Graham.

Graham was around their age, a cop from the town that they were currently working in, and Casey did not like him one bit.

“Y/N, why don’t you come with me, and I’ll show you around?” Graham grinned as he pointed towards his car, completely ignoring her partner as he did so.

The woman, however, seemed oblivious to the flirtatious offer that the cop gave, smiling politely and looking towards Casey. “Me and Casey have got somewhere to be soon; a meeting with something very important.”

Casey shot her a look. They had nowhere else to be, nor any leads, so why was she saying this? She simply nodded at him.

“Oh, all right,” Graham said, clearly annoyed that Casey came first. “Maybe another time?”

“Absolutely!” She smiled, although it didn’t quite meet her eyes. “See you later.”

A relieved sigh left her lips the moment Graham was out of earshot.

“We have something to meet? Did you mean someone?” Casey asked bluntly, confusion filling his face when she laughed.

“Coffee, Casey. We have a meeting with coffee.” She grinned, this time it completely meeting her eyes and he couldn’t help the small smile that crawled onto his lips. “I couldn’t stand listening to him flirt any longer, it was awful.”

“You realised? You seemed oblivious,”

“Years of being around men will teach you to act that way, Casey.”

He grumbled. “Just Alex is fine.”

The case had gotten intense, and Y/N and Casey were currently hunting the killer. Back-up was on the way, but they had to chase the killer alone, or else they’d lose him for God knows how long.

Guns drawn, the pair rushed after the shadows of the suspect, muddy footsteps mixed with blood being their lead.

“FBI! Show yourself!” Y/N called into the wooded area, eyes darting around the scene, looking for the killer or anything that may reveal his location.

Casey was behind her, watching their backs just in case, but a gasp from his partner had him spinning around.

In front of him stood the killer, Y/N in his arms with a gun to her head. His body froze, yet his face remained neutral, his own gun raised towards the killer. He couldn’t get a clear shot of him, but hopefully it would deter him from doing something stupid.

“Drop your weapon,” Casey demanded, heart racing.

“Or what?” The killer taunted. “You’ll shoot? I’ll just shove your pretty little girlfriend here in front of me.”

Y/N remained silent, focusing on her breathing whilst planning how to get out of this mess. Her gun had been grabbed and tossed the moment he got a hold of her, so that was no use, but the knife on her thigh…

Casey was stumped for what to do. He was right, of course, shooting at him would just get Y/N in more danger, and that was the last thing that he wanted; he never wanted her in danger. Back-up was likely nowhere near and possibly had no idea where they were.

“Look,” He had to stall for time, “I know you’re scared, but hurting her will just give you less options.” Casey had no idea what he was saying and had to force himself to keep his gaze on the killer and not the woman he had grown fond of that was in danger. “I’m a witness, remember.”

The killer tensed at his words. “You know nothing about what I’m feeling.” He spat. “You’ve never known true fear.”

“I have, and I am right now.”

“Why!?”

The gun was on him now, perfect.

Y/N’s arm slowly inched towards the knife strapped to her thigh whilst she prayed Casey could keep him distracted.

“Because you’re holding her hostage,”

“And that matters why?”

Almost there, Y/N thought to herself, the conversation going on unheard by her as she focused.

“Because I love her.”

The moment she had hold of the knife, she swung it into the killer’s thigh, feeling his grip on her and the gun release as he stumbled backwards. Casey’s eyes widened, both at the confession that had just hit him and the fact that Y/N had stabbed him.

Y/N’s own eyes widened in shock at her actions as she let out a breath that she was unaware that she had been holding. “Oh my God,” she gasped, turning to face the killer who was lying on the floor. Without thinking, she rushed towards him, unsure of what to do; Casey did the same.

“Here,” Casey handed Y/N her usual coffee as she sat in the empty office.

“Thanks,” she muttered, curling into her soaked FBI jacket.

Casey took note of her shivering form and excused himself before coming back with his dry jacket, passing it to her. “Take this.” He spoke.

“Thank you,” she said, finally looking up at him from where she was sat.

The silence was comfortable, at least to her; Casey had no idea what to say to her, assuming she had heard his earlier confession.

“Casey,” Y/N broke the silence, “are you all right? You look uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line, and I shouldn’t have said it.” He rushed.

“What did you say? Have I missed something?” She asked, cuddling into his jacket.

It smells like him, she noted.

“In the forest, before you…” He trailed off.

“I’ll be honest, Alex, I wasn’t listening.”

The use of his name had his cheeks flushing red. “You finally said it,”

“Well, yeah. You kind of saved my life, I think I owe you.”

“Saved your life? How?”

Y/N smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“You kept him distracted long enough for me to grab my knife, idiot. Now, what were you on about?”

Alex sighed quietly, taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s nothing.”

Y/N glanced at him, his awkwardness something she wasn’t used to seeing on him. Something was up, and she wanted to know what.

"Did you say you loved me or something?” She joked, eyes widening as he pulled his hand away from her own and tensed. “Oh, you did.”

She watched as he quickly stood to his feet. “Forget about it,” he muttered, turning to leave.

“Alex, c’mon.” You can’t just rush off when I find out you feel the same.”

Her words had him freezing in place, slowly turning to face her.

“The same?”

“That is what I said, yes.”

He smiled. “You mean that?”

“Obviously, you idiot,”

The pair smiled at each other as he took a seat opposite her once again. Y/N’s hand found his again, the warmth shooting through their bodies the moment their skin touched.

Sure, it might have been a life-or-death situation that got them to admit their feelings, but at least they got there.

“It took you years to call me Alex, I will never forget that.”

“We were having a moment…”

[tumfullofblue]

Stormy night in office with agent Casey (suggestive!)

I have a very, VERY HOT ask in my ibox and I will get to that I promise! Nonnie gonna turn this blog into Casey's shrine and I SHALL BE IT'S PRIESTESS!

I am so glad I remembered this idea, it's been in the back of my head for awhile! It's short and sweet and just the right amount of sexy I think. Let's go~ ᵔᴥᵔ

"Think you can reach that, kid?" you heard a chuckle on a far side of a room. Huffing, you turned your head to glare at Casey who was sitting at his desk, a lamp casting uneven shadows on his face, turning his half-smile in a full on smirk.

"Why don't they chairs in this office that are strong enough to stand on?" you grumbled, reaching up as hard as you could to grab what you were looking for. Thunder rumbled outside the window. A flash of lightning illuminated your sanctuary for the night. It had been raining for God knows how long. You and Casey were the only ones left in the office. You could probably make a run to your car, get soaked to death just to reach the motel, yet the pile of paperwork kept you back. It was probably not the best solution to stay for the whole night in a dark office while the cult , but you didn't have many options.

Besides, you were in each other's company. Not the worst choice. You could feel the gaze of the old agent on your back and a little bit lower down. As Casey watched you shivering even under a warm overcoat, he muttered to himself that a colleague kept a supply of strong Scotch in the cupboard for days like this.

You volunteered to go and get it, much to the delight of Alex, who just sat back and enjoyed watching. The cabinet was huge, old and stuffed to the rafters with files and folders, and even with your precariously perched chair it was hard to reach the top shelf. Soon you were tired of trying, and cursing, and you wanted to jump down, but you felt two big, warm hands on your stomach.

"You've given up? That's what I thought," his voice was so close it gave you goosebumps. "You're so small. Are you even old enough to drink?"

You once again turned your head to look down at a grinning bastard. He was clearly enjoying the position you ended up in, pressed against the shelf with his hands holding you tight against his chest.

"Hmph. You wanna see my ID or somethin'?" you japped back. Of course you were old enough to drink and he knew that perfectly well. What kind of game was Casey playing?..

"Mm, I'm still not sure, honey," the agent hummed, one hand trailing to the side of your stomach and down on your hip. You tried your hardest not to react, but a slight shiver told Casey everything he wanted to know.

"I just might need to see that ID. Where is it, hmm?"

You sighed, pressed a forehead to cabinet's shelf. Tried to keep your breathing steady, but he was getting to you. He always knew how. In desperation, you slowly moved your hips from side to side, trying to gain an upper hand in… whatever was going on.

"It's in back pocket, agent Casey," you drawled in a sweetest voice you could manage. You heard him almost growling in response - so this little brat got some nerve, huh?

"I can't quite reach it from here, can you help?"

There was a silence. Another lightning across the inky black sky and another thunder and still a silence. You almost began to think that you overstep the line, when suddenly ---

"Can't reach, huh? Poor you," he breathed, heavy and his other hand slided to your hip too. Fingers pressing on softness on it, a humm of satisfaction - like he was pleased with the size of them. You clutched at a shelf, trying your hardest not to arch your back and make them move towards him.

"You're a teasing lil' thing, hm? One second you are oh so obedient and getting a bottle for us and the next second flaunting yourself like that, actin' so innocent," the old man knew what his rumbling voice did to you. Especially with his hands sliding now to curves of your rump, thumbs spreading on pockets. No ID there.

"Sorry, honey, I don't see your card there, must be somewhere else… You wanna be a good girl and tell me where it's really is or do I need to pat you up and down?"

Your eyes widened. Even with your lip caught between your teeth you couldn't contain an embarrassed whimper escaping your mouth. You completely forgot about damn Scotch, your body feeling not just warm - it was on fire. And Casey probably felt it, too.

"I could give you my card, agent Casey," your voice turned slightly husky. "If you help me get down, that is."

The second you told that his hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you up from the chair and placing you on a solid ground without so much as a gruff. His head nested against the nape of your neck, warm breath hitting exposed skin. All you had to do was just tilt your head back and feel his lips press lingering kisses up and up to your ear, teeth nibbling on it slightly. You moaned and called his name, Casey, Casey, Casey, bucking your ass back to feel growing hardness poking you.

This night would turned out not as boring as you initially thought.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 19: Build a snowman

Fandom: Alan Wake 2

Character: Alex Casey

Naughty or Nice

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Alex loved you, he honestly did not know how he landed someone like you. Someone so wonderful, so sweet, someone that took all his pain and nightmares away. He could not have been happier that you said yes to him to be his wife.

Then you made him a father.

He cried the day is little girl was born, cried the day you found out you were pregnant with your second child. He finally had his big happy family, he did what ever he could do for his two children and you.

And since it was getting close to Christmas he was going to do whatever he could do to make them enjoy this winter. Grinning, the man watched his little one's play in the snow. "Ah let me help you Alan."

Rushing to his son, he knelt by the little boy as he started to roll a small amount of snow in a ball to create a snow man. His little girl cheering, little giggle's escaping her lips.

"Go! Daddy! Go."

Huffing, Alex peered over his shoulder grinning for a moment.

"Ya, ya...go daddy." Letting out a grunt, he lifted the ball of snow to finish the snow man. Lifting up his son he let the little boy wrap the scarf around the neck along with placing the hat on its head.

Turning to face his daughter he then let her create the face.

"Now that's a perfect snowman." He looked down at his two kids as they beamed up at him.

Snorting, you tugged the jacket closer to your body as you rested your head on his shoulder. "It's missing its arms."

"Huh?!"

[cathrrrine]

how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

[theartofcollapse]

World’s Worst Detectives - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you reveal your relationship with Casey to the SVU squad after 5 years. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warning: none word count: 880

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The morning started like any other, Elliot sipping his too hot coffee, Fin scrolling through his phone, Olivia looking over case files, and Munch complaining about the copy machine. Business as usual, until Y/N walked into the precinct wearing a diamond ring the size of a small planet.

"Nice rock,” Fin said casually, before doing a double take. “Wait... damn, Y/N! What’s that about?”

“Yeah,” Olivia chimed in, narrowing her eyes. “What aren’t you telling us?”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the nearest desk. “What? This old thing?” she said, holding up her hand for dramatic effect.

“Holy crap, are you engaged?” Munch asked, adjusting his glasses like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yep,” Y/N said breezily.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Elliot cut in, setting his coffee down. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

“Since, like, five years ago,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

The room collectively froze. It was like Y/N had dropped a bomb in the middle of the squad.

“Five years?” Olivia echoed, her voice a mix of shock and betrayal. “You’ve been dating someone for five years and didn’t say a word?”

“We’re just private and don’t bring our personal lives to work,” Y/N replied with a shrug, clearly enjoying their stunned reactions.

“Private?!” Elliot gawked. “You’ve been in a five-year relationship and didn’t think to mention it?”

“Who’s the lucky mystery person?” Fin asked, leaning forward.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Casey.”

“Novak?!”

The room practically erupted at the revelation. And, as if summoned by their collective disbelief, Casey Novak herself walked into the precinct carrying a stack of files. She paused when she saw everyone staring at her like she’d just confessed to a major crime.

“What?” Casey asked, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” Munch said, smirking. “We’re just learning that you and Y/N have been secretly dating for five years and are now engaged.”

Casey sighed, glancing at Y/N. “You told them?”

“They noticed the ring,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Kind of hard to miss.”

“Wait,” Olivia cut in, pointing between them. “How did you guys even get together? Like… how did this start?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a playful grin. “She flirted with me during my deposition prep. Very professional.”

“I did not flirt,” Casey said, rolling her eyes. “I advised you. Thoroughly.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “And that ‘thorough advice’ turned into drinks after work, then dinner, then…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Elliot groaned.

“You live together?” Olivia asked, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

“For years,” Y/N replied, looking far too pleased with herself.

“For years?” Fin exclaimed. “How the hell did we miss this?”

“You’re the detectives,” Y/N said, dripping with sarcasm. “How did you not find out?”

Elliot threw up his hands. “I don’t know! You two never acted like… you know… a couple.”

Casey let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious? We’ve been dropping hints for years. You just didn’t notice.”

“What hints?” Olivia challenged, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “The time Y/N brought me lunch to court every single day during that Riker’s assault trial?”

“Or,” Y/N added, “the time we came to the precinct’s Christmas party in matching sweaters and you thought it was a ‘cute coincidence.’”

“Oh my God,” Fin muttered. “The ugly snowman sweaters. How did I miss that?”

“And don’t forget, that time Casey stayed over at my apartment during that snowstorm. Elliot, you called me to ask if she made it home safe, and I said, ‘Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making pancakes.’”

Elliot slapped his forehead. “I thought you were just being a good host!”

Munch adjusted his glasses, a suspicious look crossing his face. “What about that time we caught you two sharing a cab after that fundraiser?”

“We went home together,” Casey said bluntly.

Munch’s jaw dropped. “And I just thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Clearly, not much,” Y/N teased.

Fin leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Man, we really are slippin’. I can’t believe we didn’t piece this together.”

“Hold up,” Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at Casey. “So, when you storm out of here after Y/N gets assigned to some dangerous op, that’s not just you being a concerned ADA, is it?”

“Nope,” Casey said with a sly smile.

“And the way you glare at anyone who so much as flirts with her?” Fin added.

“Yeah, that’s me marking my territory,” Casey said dryly.

“I feel so betrayed,” Elliot muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N said, laughing. “You didn’t really need to know all this. It’s not like it affects your jobs.”

“We’re detectives,” Olivia said, throwing her hands up. “We’re supposed to notice things like this!”

“Maybe you should take a refresher course,” Casey quipped, earning a round of laughter from everyone except Elliot, who still looked like his world had been turned upside down.

“Well,” Munch said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Congratulations, I guess. But if you two start making out in the precinct, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a wink. “We save that for home.”

“Stop,” Elliot groaned, covering his ears.

Casey smirked, pulling Y/N toward the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave them to process.”

As the two of them left, hand in hand, Olivia let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe we missed this.”

“Maybe next time,” Fin said, still laughing, “we should start paying attention to what’s right under our noses.”

Munch shook his head. “Or maybe we should all just retire while we still have some dignity.”

[aubvrns]

"Longer Than A Fortnight"

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — Their love languages towards you, and the kind they want to receive.

Note — Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak

(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)

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!!

Olivia Benson

• — Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.

• — She is the kind of lover that will tie your shoelaces, even if she’s running late.

• — WILL AND I MEAN WILL, do the simplest tasks for you just because she can!

• — "What you do mean you went out to get groceries? Without me?"

• — Her way of saying "I love you." is to comb your hair after you finished showering, and she asks you to sit on her lap as she does. (biting my fists rn)

• — Though, she craves for words of affirmation.

• — She didn’t grow up in a home where she felt appreciated, nor did she ever felt the comfort of her parents.

• — But she knew she loved you when you told her the sweetest sentence ever.

• — "I love you so much that you make me get out of bed to get groceries."

• — Seconds later, you felt arms behind you. Not long enough before your shoulder dampens.

Elliot Stabler

• — This man is so quality time.

• — He knows he has a dangerous job that occupies his time, hours and hours in the precinct.

• — But any chance he gets, he will come home to you.

• — "Pack your bags, we’re going to Italy!"

• — He’s afraid of losing you, or letting you go to the plane’s bathroom because you’re comfortable in his arms.

• — Amidst the turbulence, he enjoys your physical touch.

• — From all the abuse and torment he witnessed, it’s rare for him to feel safe nowadays.

• — That’s why he isn’t afraid to admit that he loves the way you kiss his forehead, trace patterns on his gentle calloused hands, or spooning him when he gets nightmares.

• — "Italy won’t run away, let’s just stay 5 more minutes in bed."

• — More so, your vanilla scented hair was his view of a vacation.

Alexandra Cabot

• — Shoot me when I say this blonde’s love language isn’t giving gifts.

• — Being a lawyer with an amazing conviction rate also means having money, money, money!

• — She enjoys spoiling you, giving you everything you need and want just because she can. She refuses to let you reach for your wallet, at all.

• — "I bought the necklace you stared at earlier!"

• — Besides your lips, Ms. Cabot also tracks your eyes. (i would like to have you for christmas)

• — Staring at you, she never noticed how much she longed for acts of service.

• — Her parents were always away, and she was left alone. Her parents’ money were their way of saying they’re sorry they couldn’t come to her graduation.

• — She was surprised when you called in sick, even though she was the one coughing like there’s no tomorrow.

• — "What do you mean I could’ve bought myself medicine instead of your necklace?"

• — You can’t help but smile as you sat beside her laying body, wiping her warm face with a wet cloth as she explains how much your necklace reminds her of your eyes.

Casey Novak

• — This redheaded loser in a hot body cannot go on a day without physical touch.

• — She was raised as an affectionate child, expressing her love greatly as her parents did.

• — Her auburn hair is as warm as her as you lay between her arms, her face on the crook of your neck as she sleeps soundly.

• — "If only court saw how soft and adorable you are when you sleep, you wouldn’t seem so intimidating." You say, playing with her hair.

• — Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.

• — Aside from her comfort, she adores your words of affirmation.

• — She was the kid who would wait in her teachers’ approval, hoping that she did good enough for their expectations.

• — Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait anymore.

• — "You think I look soft and adorable when I sleep? I think I want to kiss you right now."

• — And she did, like the soft and adorable loser she is.

!!

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

[calex-in-subtext]

Olivia: Im obsessed with your top, alex.

*Alex pulling casey to her side protectively*

Alex: She has a name you know!

[chestnutninny]

Three Way Love

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader (Smut)

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Your chest heaved as you landed on the bed, scuffling to the top to lean your body against the headboard. You watched as the two women in front of you made out with each other, their hands groping at each others’ bodies. Casey’s fingers worked rapidly at the buttons on Alex’s shirt, sliding it down her long arms after she finally undid the stubborn buttons on her crisp shirt. Alex moaned into Casey’s mouth as Casey’s hands found their way to her chest, squeezing Alex’s boobs in her strong grasp. Both women separated as they took notice of your ragged breathing, your pupils blown in lust and anticipation.

“Come here.” Casey growled, ushering you towards her outstretched hands.

Her hands played with the hem of your t-shirt, her eyes silently asking for your permission to take it off. You nodded and she slid the garment over your head,  gawking at your already exposed chest. You smiled innocently at her as she reached her hands out to touch your chest, instantly feeling the way your nipples hardened under her touch. You gasped at the sensation, seeing Casey’s eyes turning even darker by the second, her breathing fast and shallow. You could see the excitement that  glistened in her eyes, then you watched as a smirk contorted her face as she realised the effect that she already has on your body.

“Fuck baby.” Alex gasped as she resided on the bed next you, half naked with only her underwear present on her body.

Casey nodded in understanding at Alex’s statement, her hands going to the belt of her trousers, slackening it enough for her to slide down her trousers., watching as they pooled at her feet. You sat up and leaned your face up towards Alex’s, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss, showing your need for each other. Alex ran her hands down your body, finally settling them on your waist, pulling you closer and flush against her own body. You reached around her back and unclasped her bra, watching as it fell down her arms, revealing her perky breasts. You rolled her nipples between your thumb and pointer finger, watching as her head fell back, exposing her neck, which Casey took full advantage of.

You watched as Casey took her place behind Alex, kissing and nipping her way up her neck up to her jawline. Casey was completely naked at this point, her fair skin on show and her toned body entrancing you. Your lips locked with Alex’s, her moans falling into your mouth as Casey continued her assault on her neck. Casey pulled Alex up by her hair, guiding her onto her knees by the bed. That’s when you noticed the large strap on that was wrapped around Casey’s waist.

Casey guided her large appendage towards Alex's face, her plump lips wrapping around the tip of it. You watched in awe as Alex took the dildo in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as more and more of the toy disappeared down her throat, coming back dripping with her spit.

As Casey decided that she was satisfied with Alex’s performance, she pulled her up from her knees and sat her on the bed beside you. Akex leaned towards you, her rich fragrance swarming your senses, making you feel dizzy with anticipation. Her lips brushed against your own and your lips parted, allowing her tongue to dance with your as a soft moan kept its way up your throat. Casey pushed you back so that your back was flush with the mattress on the bed, and she straddled your hips as her mouth kissed its way down your neck and to your chest, as her hands palmed at your breasts.

Casey shimmied further down your body until she was situated between your thighs. She aligned her strap on with your dripping pussy, smirking as you glistened underneath her. She carefully pushed her hips into yours, a gasp leaving your mouth as her strap-on stretched you out. You could see sweat starting to surface on her smooth porcelain skin, beads of it running down her body as her muscles tensed, whilst she pounded her hips into you, setting an unforgiving pace. 

You looked over to the side, making eye contact with Alex, her eyes glazed and her pupils dilated. You raked your eyes down her body, widening as you saw the rapid movements of her wrist, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit. You ushered her over to you, positioning her to sit on your face. Your tongue darted out towards her pussy, groaning the sweet taste of her. She sat on your face backwards so that she was facing towards Casey, their lips joining together in a kiss of dominance.

As you focussed your tongue on Alex, you felt Casey hips stutter into you, a groan leaving her mouth as a blush covered her neck and chest. You knew she was close so you pushed down to meet her hips and watched as her orgasm burst through her. After Casey came down from her high, you felt her pull out of you, and felt her shift, her tongue lapping at your entrance. 

A loud moan ripped through your throat, vibrating to Alex’s core, making her legs tremble.

“Fuck, Y/N. Please…d-don’t stop!” Her chest heaved as her words came out in stutters, and her moans echoed throughout the bedroom.

Your eyes rolled back as Casey’s tongue brought you to the brink of your orgasm, and feeling Alex’s walls clench around your tongue. You both reached your peaks at the same time, your thighs shaking as you came down from your orgasm.

“Fuck. That was so hot.” Casey blushed as she smiled at both you and Alex.

Alex shuffled down to lie her head on your chest, whereas Casey wrapped you both up in her long arms, her fingers tracing patterns across your skin. You felt your eyes grow heavy as her fingers rose to your scalp, playing with the soft strands, braiding them between her slender fingers.

You all fell asleep in the king sized bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, hoping that this wouldn't be the first and final time that this happens.

[jiggy-manda]

casey x alex x reader headcanons

alex is “in charge” in the sense that she’s the most responsible & reasonable

casey is more easygoing and down to break the rules every once in awhile

it makes for a perfect match for the three of you because you balance out the both of them

they both love doting on you and taking care of you. alex might be the one who’s mainly the “leader” but she and casey both smother you with love affection and care

CASEY GOES ALL OUT ON VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! obviously everyone gets gifts for each other and plans things but casey just takes it to an extreme

alex likes to dress you up for fancy events!!! she grew up going to all these galas and benefits so she knows what’s expected and she also likes to see you getting dressed

contrarily though, she trusts casey to get herself ready because she’s been used to these events since the start of her law career

casey gets jealous suuuuper easily

she also shows it heavily because she has no problem showing everyone how she feels

alex definitely gets jealous as well but she’s better at keeping her emotions in check and will wait to express it until a more productive time

alex is definitely the type to give the silent treatment if she’s mad, but if you or casey gave her the silent treatment she’d think you’re being immature

nsfw

casey is more goofy during sex

alex is more serious

alex likes to be in control

sometimes she takes control by telling casey what to do to you and just watches

it turns her on to see both of her girlfriends getting off, even if she’s not the one doing it

even better if she gets to join in later

alex looooves to get multiple orgasms out of you. she’s the type to keep you up all night until you can barely feel your legs

casey is usually the one to bring up new things to try out or experiment with

you have a collection of toys to use together but you don’t use them that often

casey uses the toys on you more than alex

they like to blindfold you

you have a safe word, but it’s rarely used— if ever. alex and casey love having power over you, but i don’t think they’re as dominance obsessed as people usually say they are. like yes u get kinky but sometimes u all just like to have intimate vanilla sex

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requests are always open 🫶

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: hospital times, fluffity fluff, mentions of sex, poly representation so if you're not on board with that byeeeeee, some explicit language Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You wake up in the hospital, groggy from the anesthesia, to two of the most beautiful women you've ever seen doting on you. Imagine your surprise when it turns out you're dating. Both of them.

Your ears and nose woke up before the rest of you. The beeping of various monitors, that sickly-clean alcohol smell. You knew before you’d opened your eyes that you were in a hospital. You’d spent too much time in hospitals with your brother not to know. You blinked against the fluorescent lights, wincing at a sudden, sharp pain in your leg.

Your head still felt fuzzy, and you didn’t remember why you were here. But your confused thoughts were interrupted as one of the most stunning  women you’d ever seen in your life rushed at you, kissing your face, cupping your cheeks, and grasping your fingers in hers.

“Honey, she’s awake!” Alex called to Casey, her glasses slipping down her nose as she smiled softly at you, worried hands fluttering over your face, your arms, your body.

Casey quickly occupied the space next to Alex, leaning down and holding the palm of your hand to her flushed face. “I swear to god, Y/N, if you ever scare us like that again…”

You were dreaming. You had to be dreaming. Because a hot woman fawning over you in a hospital bed was unbelievable enough. Two hot women?  That was the stuff of dreams, not reality. You had no idea who they were.

The doctors had told Casey and Alex to expect some temporary memory loss and confusion after the general anesthesia. They’d told you, too, but of course you didn’t remember.

Your words felt heavy as they fell out of your mouth, jumbled like marbles. “What’s going on?”

“You broke your ankle, sweetheart, remember?” Alex responded, scooting her chair closer to the bed so she could sit next to you and hold your hand. “But it went septic. You were very sick.”

“Yes, and you scared the hell out of me,” Casey finished, grasping your face and planting a firm kiss on your forehead before sitting down, too. She leaned over the bed railing to rest her head on your thigh, looking up at you.

You’d never felt so flustered and confused in your life. Two women. Two women holding your hand!? Touching you!?  But as confused as you were, all the questions in your brain were drowned out by one, single, all-consuming thought: so, so beautiful. You felt like you’d been hit head-on by a dump truck of hormones and emotions.

“You two…” you started, words slurring like you were drunk, “...are so pretty. Like, wow.”

They shared a confused glance as you continued to ramble.

“Please tell me you’re single?” you asked, trying to wink and blinking instead. “At least one of you?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Alex’s mouth, and Casey was barely holding in her laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, holding up a hand and gesticulating wildly. “Let me try something. I’ve been working on this.”

Casey’s shoulders had started to shake with laughter, and Alex’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

You hit them with your very best finger guns. “Hey, girl. Are you a savings account? Because I’m accruing interest in you.”

At this, Alex and Casey burst out laughing, falling into one another, equal parts delighted by your post-surgery high and relieved that you were really and truly going to be okay.

“Wait! I’ve got more!” You waggled your eyebrows at Alex, and the way she looked at you, you knew–even in your doped-up, memory-loss state–that there was no need for pick-up lines here. She was already yours. Hook, line, and sinker. But since you had it prepped: “Hey, girl. It’s just you and me in the sheets tonight. The spreadsheets! Let’s budget, baby!”

Casey was laughing so hard she was snorting, and Alex was gingerly wiping tears from under eyes, trying to smudge her mascara. You felt like you were on cloud nine. If you could do nothing else in your life except make these two women laugh, you’d die happy.

“Come on,” you needled, smiling ear to ear. “Look at me, I’m adorable. I’m charming. You know you want to give me a chance.”

Alex coughed, trying to pull herself together, and Casey leaned down again, placing her chin on your leg and staring up at you lovingly.

“Y/N, you know we’re dating, right?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you stared at her. Her auburn hair that looked soft as the surface of water. Her eyes. Her body. “Me and you!? Are dating!?”

“No, we’re all dating,” Casey explained, gesturing between the three of you. “Me and you and Alex.”

You glanced at Alex to confirm and she nodded, smiling cheekily.

Your jaw dropped as you took in this new information. You put a hand on your head as if this was all just too much for you. And, in your current state, it kind of was.

“Me!?” you asked, glancing between them. “You’re… both of you!?”

They nodded, grinning and trying not to laugh.

“Holy shit,” you said, spurring another fit of laughter from the chairs next to your bed. “This is crazy!”

You sat and thought for a few minutes, mouth gaping.

“You alright, love?” Alex asked, running her thumb back and forth across your wrist.

You leaned toward them, as if to share a secret, then gasped sharply at the pain.

“Ow!”

“Jesus, Y/N! Lay back!” Casey complained, trying to sound stern but really just sounding worried. She stood and gently shoved your body back down into the pillows. “I think we broke her brain, Alex.”

“Psst!” you hissed at them, your impaired brain feeling inexplicably salty about being left out of their conversation.

“What, you dork!?” Casey exclaimed.

You squinted conspiratorially at them. “Do we… you know?...”

Casey and Alex swiveled their heads to look at each other, then collectively burst out laughing again.

“Oh, yeah,” Casey assured you.

“We sure do,” Alex added.

“All three!?”

They nodded at you, still chuckling.

“Wow. Jesus fucking Christ. Am I dreaming right now!?”

“Believe it or not, no,” Casey said, watching as your eyes fluttered between open and shut. You needed to sleep. She could tell.

She ran her thumb across your eyebrows and down the bridge of your nose, back and forth, back and forth. A surefire way to put you to sleep. Alex and Casey knew all your tricks.

You exhaled deeply, trying so hard to keep your eyes open.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Casey whispered lovingly. “When you wake up you’ll remember.”

You mumbled as you drifted between sleeping and waking. “I’m not tired. I can’t be tired, I have two girlfriends to take care of.”

Alex and Casey smiled at one another. Alex stood and wrapped her arms around Casey’s waist, planting a kiss on her cheek as they watched you fall asleep.

“Two girlfriends,” you continued, your words losing volume and speed. “The nicest, smartest, prettiest girlfriends. So pretty. So many boobs.”

“God, I wish we’d recorded this,” Casey whispered, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning back in her chair.

Alex dropped her phone onto Casey’s lap, the screen showing an active voice recording.

Casey fist-pumped silently, pulling Alex down by the collar for a quick kiss.

“I love you,” Casey said, unlocking Alex’s phone to send herself the recording.

“I love you, too,” Alex chuckled. She foraged in her bag by the door before pulling her chair close to you, propping up a book with one hand and holding yours with the other. “I love our girl, Case.”

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Casey observed, smiling softly and shaking her head at your drugged, sleeping form. “How’d we get so lucky?”

“Pure, dumb luck,” Alex decided, flipping a page and absentmindedly rubbing the back of your hand.

Casey stood and stretched, then slumped onto the sorry excuse for a couch in the corner of the room, kicking off her shoes.

“I’m exhausted,” she groaned, pulling off one sock and then the other. “It’s a good thing we weren’t both out of town this weekend. I was up all night with her before she finally agreed to go to the hospital. Stubborn asshole.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Shut up, Alex,” Casey protested, grinning, before throwing a sock at her.

“Why don’t you sleep?” Alex suggested, ignoring the sock on the floor next to her. “Get some rest, honey. I’ll wake you when she’s up again.”

Casey nodded and folded her arms over her chest, letting herself drift off, snoring softly as she always did and always swore she didn’t.

Alex set down her book and looked at her two sleepy girls, knowing there wasn’t a thing in the world she wouldn’t do for you and Casey.

“So fucking lucky,” she whispered, drawing your hand to her lips to kiss your knuckles.

[claires-audience]

Guys we really need to start paying more attention to law and order OC as well because its Elliot’s show and it allows us to see his side of the story so there are a few instances where Olivia makes an appearance and he asked her once “what is this” and replied “a friendship”. Another time he asks her about her relationship while he was gone and she replies “ seriously?!”. In OC he takes his chances to ask her around whenever he can but in SVU thats not so much the case because it’s Olivia’s show and we wont know how she feels unless she voices it out.

[tumfullofblue]

How about a little imagine?

It's natural to assume that Alex Casey is easy to read as a book. That he is closed off agent who just wants to get a job done. More straightforward than a fast lane. Hell, he probably don't give a shit about his partner's pleasure, if he had one. At least, that's what you thought.

But not with you. Not when you are so perfect, and just for him alone. In every letter that makes up your name is an arrow that shoots an old man straight into his heart. Makes him feel young, like a lover boy, makes him hope you might pay attention to him. Your laugh, your voice, the way your hair move with every bouncy step and how you behave yourself around him. One day he will have enough. And you will find yourself pressed against the wall, hand curled around your throat. With half-closed eyes, he will almost hiss of how much he hates you. How you, little thing, is nothing but trouble for him. How much you distract him from the case. How dare you even look at him with that sultry look in your eyes?.. You don't understand. You are almost afraid because the man in front of you looks half-crazy. You blink and in that sweet, sweet voice of yours you say that you are sorry. And that makes him loose all control.

It almost hurts when he kisses you, takes you by suprise, his mouth hot and demanding and you barely keep up. When the kiss ends, leaving you two breathless, you tease him about the restraint he must have endured all those days you were together. "I'll show you restraint, kid," he almost growls in your ear. "I'll show you exactly what it means to mess with me."

[delayed-affection]

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Lhughes_06 happy bday sorry we couldn’t celebrate together this year see you soon ❤️

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Y/n.Hughes Spent my first day being 20 with some of my best friends 🥳

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[cathrrrine]

another addition to the svu worm post with other characters! as requested by @saurgaeee <3 (sorry i couldn’t add kat! i thought i wouldn’t be able to get her character right since i haven’t watched her seasons yet.)

how the svu characters would react to “would you still love me if i was a worm?” text (part 2)

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Brian Cassidy

John Munch

Melinda Warner

Dr Huang

Capt. Cragen

[theartofcollapse]

Hi! Is okay to request a fic for female reader x Casey in which reader and Casey have been flirting on and off for weeks now, but every time it seems it’s going to get serious, Casey backs off (because she’s secretly scared of ruining whatever friendship reader and her have going on), but when the squad gathers for drinks after work and a woman in a deep plunging neckline flirts with reader by the bar and reader seems to enjoy the attention, Casey realizes that maybe she’s been acting like a jerk the whole time?

Second Thoughts - Casey Novak

a/n: i hope it turned out the way you wanted :) my dms are open, feel free to request anything you would like to read. summary: read above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.1K

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It wasn’t unusual for the squad to gather at O’Malley’s after a particularly gruelling week of cases. Tonight, the bar was buzzing with energy, the kind that came with the first night off in a while. You sat at the end of the squad’s usual booth, having a drink and half listening to Fin’s retelling of an old case, but your attention kept drifting to Casey Novak.

She was sitting across from you, her fiery red hair catching the dim lights of the bar, her green eyes scanning the room like she was deliberately avoiding meeting yours. Every so often, her gaze flickered to you, and when your eyes met, a faint blush crept up her cheeks before she quickly turned away.

It had been weeks of this. Weeks of subtle, teasing flirtation that danced just on the edge of something more. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started. Maybe it was the time you’d brought her coffee during a late night prep session in her office, and she’d smiled, saying something like, “You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. I might actually owe you my soul after this.”

“Maybe just dinner,” you’d teased, grinning at her.

“I don’t agree to dinner with just anyone,” she’d quipped back, her tone light but her eyes lingering on yours just a second too long.

Or maybe it was the time you’d sparred over a case in front of the squad, the tension building with each exchange. You’d walked out together afterward, still debating, and she’d nudged your shoulder playfully.

“You always like making my job harder, don’t you?” she’d said, her smirk softening into something more vulnerable.

“Only because you make it so much fun to watch you argue,” you’d replied.

Moments like those kept piling up. Every time she smiled at you across the courtroom or laughed at one of your jokes, it felt like you were getting closer to something real. But then, like clockwork, she’d pull away, an excuse, a nervous laugh, a hasty retreat. It was maddening.

You weren’t stupid, you knew fear when you saw it. But how long could this back and forth last before you gave up entirely? 

Tonight wasn’t much different. Casey seemed tight, barely touching her drink as she occasionally glanced in your direction. Her lips pressed into a thin line whenever someone else at the table made you laugh, but she didn’t say a word about it.

“Another round, Y/N?” Olivia’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“Sure,” you said, standing. “I’ll go, grab it.”

A few murmurs of appreciation followed as you offered to grab refills for the rest of the table as well.

You made your way to the bar, weaving through the clusters of people until you found a spot. As you waited for the bartender, a woman slid into the space next to you.

“Long day?” she asked, her voice low and smooth.

You glanced at her, taking in her dark eyes and the plunging neckline of her dress. She was stunning, and the way she looked at you made her intentions very, very clear.

“Something like that,” you replied, smiling politely.

She leaned closer, her hand lightly brushing yours on the counter. “You look like you could use a distraction.”

You chuckled softly, unsure but not entirely opposed to the attention. “Maybe.”

From the corner of the room, Casey watched the exchange unfold. Her drink sat untouched in front of her, the ice slowly melting as her grip tightened around the glass. She watched the woman lean into you, her laugh spilling effortlessly into the space between you. Casey’s heart twisted painfully. She couldn’t hear the words being exchanged, but she didn’t need to. It was all in the way you smiled back, the way you didn’t pull away.

A sharp pang of jealousy stabbed through her chest. What was she even doing? For weeks now, she had convinced herself that keeping things platonic was the right call. You were too important to her. What if she ruined everything? But standing there, watching someone else flirt with you, Casey realized she wasn’t protecting your friendship. She was sabotaging something that could have been so much more. She’d been a coward. Worse than that, she’d been selfish, keeping you close, but never letting you in.

“Everything okay, Casey?” Olivia’s voice startled her.

Casey blinked, realizing Olivia had been watching her.

“I’m fine,” Casey said, but the words felt hollow. She set her drink down and stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.

“Casey…” Olivia started, but Casey didn’t hear the rest. She was already weaving through the crowd, heading straight for the bar, her heels clicking against the floor.

When she reached you, the woman beside you shot her a curious glance, but Casey ignored her completely.

“Y/N,” Casey said, her tone firm.

You turned, startled. “Casey?”

“We need to talk,” she said, her green eyes boring into yours.

The woman beside you raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Friend of yours?”

Casey didn’t even spare her a glance. “More than that,” she said simply. 

Your breath hitched, her words settling over you.

“Casey, what…”

“Not here,” she interrupted, her voice softening. “Please.”

You hesitated, glancing at the woman beside you, who shrugged and stepped back with a roll of her eyes.

“Okay,” you said finally, following Casey as she led you to a quieter corner near the back of the bar.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Casey’s hands fidgeted at her sides, and you could see the struggle on her face as she tried to find the right words.

“I’ve been an idiot,” she said finally, her voice low.

“Casey…”

“No, let me finish,” she interrupted, her green eyes locking onto yours. “I’ve been scared. Scared of losing you, scared of screwing this up. But tonight, seeing you with her…” She trailed off, her jaw tightening. “I realized I’ve been acting like a jerk. I’ve been keeping you at arm’s length because I was afraid, but I can’t do that anymore. I can’t lose you, Y/N. Not as a friend, and definitely not to someone else.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, her words sinking in.

You stepped closer. “Casey, I’ve been waiting for you to say something,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been waiting because I feel the same way. But… are you sure you’re serious about this? About us?”

Relief washed over her face, and for the first time in weeks, she smiled, really smiled. “More serious than I’ve ever been about anything.”

Your lips formed into a small smirk, stepping a bit closer to Casey again. “Then you should prove it.”

Casey didn’t hesitate. She laughed a little, then stepped forward, cupping your face with trembling hands as she closed the distance between you and kissed you. Soft at first, testing the waters, then deeper as you kissed her back.

When she pulled away, her forehead resting against yours, she whispered, “Dinner. Tomorrow night. Just us.”

You grinned. “I’ll be there.”

And this time, there was no backing down.