#casey novak fanfiction

[jiggy-manda]

gf!casey novak headcanons [2]

part 1

sfw

she was the one to make the first move

she was so nervous to ask you out but a good pep talk from olivia and slight bullying session from alex finally pushed her to go through with it

overthinks a lot about her relationship with you because she thinks you deserve better

you always remind her she’s perfect for you but she’s just nervous sometimes 💔

she loves watching movies with you after a long or particularly stressful shift. she doesn’t enjoy the movies as much as she does clinging to you throughout them, though.

she always makes you choose the movie!! sometimes you can finally make her give in and choose one for once, but she’s just so determined to please you that she’ll end up picking one she knows you’ll enjoy

loves taking you out to fancy dinners

but also recognizes that it’s not completely your scene

she pays attention to you during these situations to see if you need to leave or take a break from the event <3

she lets you play your music in the car, even if it’s not the type she usually listens to or enjoys

she LOOOOVES showing you off!! she’s a bit protective at first ofc and kind of wanted to keep you her little secret but eventually she just couldn’t hide her obsession w you anymore

lots of non sexual intimacy like when you shower together and she cleans you <3

gets SUPER nervous any time something even seems slightly off with you because she needs to make sure you’re 100% okay all the time

defends you to the ends of the earth even if you’re wrong (she’ll let you know later and scold you when nobody else is around)

nsfw

tends to have a really high sex drive after closing a satisfying case

her sex drive plummets after a particularly hard or draining case tho

BUT sometimes after those hard and draining cases she’ll let you eat her out to calm her down and give her some relief <3

if you ever attend a court proceeding where she’s the prosecutor, she’ll make sure to show off during her close-ups

she loves ruffling your feathers when she knows you can’t do anything about it; when you’re at a restaurant, when you’re at the store, when you’re at the table next to her entire team…

everything she does is purposeful. even if it seems like she stuttered a bit during her “performance” or made a mistake, it’s always something she does to make you go insane or get more desperate— or just to make you impatient

MESSYYYYYYY when she eats you out. she loves basically destroying you with her tongue and getting as many orgasms out of you as possible. the sounds she makes when she’s eating you out >>>>>

she’s obsessed w the sounds your pussy makes when she’s eating you out; it’s part of why she’s so messy with it

she’ll take you out to nice events with super expensive outfits just so she can rip it off you later. she has the salary of an ADA; she can just buy you a new one :>

buys you expensive lingerie just to ruin it

again, she can just buy more

loves dressing you up in different pieces <3 you’re like her little sexy barbie doll

her hands are fucking insane we all know that… and she uses it to her advantage!!!! that little shit….

wears outfits that highlight her cleavage when you go out on expensive dates

teases you during the dates <3 especially when she leans forward to talk to you

loves taking care of you!!! sexually or just emotionally!!

always comes up with new things to try; she loves experimenting!! especially with you as her little test subject 🫣

could spend a whole day in bed with you, genuinely. the amount of times she’s almost ignored her work calls just to continue pleasing you is borderline truant.

loves being a service top <3 she doesn’t even need you to reciprocate because satisfying you gets her off

SOOO SWEET LIKE YEAH SHE CAN BE A HARD DOM SOMETIMES BUT DEEP DOWN SHE’S JUST A SOFT TEDDY BEAR WHO WANTS TO PLEASE YOU <333

AAAAAAH CASEY NOVAK JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

[snugglywugglysocialist]

Please could I request Casey x reader angst/fluff. Your writing is literally mesmerising. Like I can’t get enough! Could it include like a shower/bath scene. Something hot and needy. Thanks. I hope that makes sense

thank you sweetheart! i’m sorry that this took a millennia to follow up on.

You sit in vanquish—your body folded, and your head resting on your knees. The faint ticking of the clock perched on the otherwise barren wall of your kitchen can be heard, and so can the sounds of Casey’s pacing. The noise only serves to burgeon your anger, but you don’t have the energy to throw the clock off the wall or admonish the cowed redhead in the next room. You silently wager that your thoughts in this moment lay in alignment with Casey’s—disbelieving and maligned with scorn. Light footsteps near the door that shrouds your crumpled figure; you hope the older woman will just keep walking, but you know she won’t.

The hinges whine as Casey slowly opens the door, and you lift your head to look at her. Her expression is just as disappointed as you imagine your own to be, and her usually hubristic posture has been replaced by one marking defeat. You shoot her a tight-lipped grimace, and she nods before moving to sit next to you on the small couch. A suffocating tension looms overhead the two of you; Casey runs her pale hands through her cropped hair as a subconscious response to it. The strain this case had levied upon your relationship in the past two days seems inconsequential as you relive the trial in your head with rancor.

“We fucked up.” She says causticly, and you suck in a prolonged, sharp breath.

“I’m aware; we’re going to fix it.” You whisper, your tone condescending; she scoffs.

“There is no resolution. We put the wrong guy in jail and he’ll forever be traumatized.” She replies, turning her head to stare directly at the wall in front of her; you wince at your words.

“I knew this was a mistake.” She avows quietly, and you turn your head sharply towards her shadowed figure.

“What was a mistake?” You ask, and your suddenly defensive tone compels her body into rigidity.

“Working with you despite this relationship.” She says, clenching her jaw; you smile wordlessly at the absurdity of her statement.

“Are you serious?” You ask after a few moments, and you attempt to search her dazed hazel eyes for an answer.

“You cloud my judgement.” She says, and you drag your hands roughly across the surface of your face.

“This case had nothing to do with our relationship, and you know it. You were arrogant.” You say venomously, motioning your hands to punctuate your statement; Casey smiles bitterly.

“It’s not just about this case.” She breathes, her voice scraping; you shake your head in incredulity.

“What are you going to do, then?” You ask, boorishly cutting through the nauseating silence.

“I can’t threaten my reputation like this.” She says, and the faltering hesitation of her voice doesn’t go unheeded by you.

Quietness consumes the space between the both of you once more, and unease crackles through the room. Casey drops her head in rout against the situation she finds herself in, and you’ve never seen her this dejected. You knew the older woman was like this—logically obsessed and driven by pride, but for some naive reason, you never expected it to bite you in the ass. The ringing in your ears swells in volume the longer you sit next to the redhead, and the uncertainty of it all becomes unbearable. You stand in an attempt to maintain any semblance of composure, and as you walk forward, you can feel Casey staring through you.

“What are you going to do, Casey?” You repeat staring at the wall, trying to suppress your indignation at her dodging answer; she groans.

“I don’t know.” The redhead admits, stretching her hands in turmoil; you turn to look at her with an expression of both resentment.

“You never had any intention of entertaining us. You’ve been praying for a fuck-up you could blame on me.” You aver, perching your hands on your hips and laughing slightly.

“Right; like you haven’t?” Casey says flippantly, her voice louder and miles more incensed than before; you hear her stand.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You shout, slowly stepping closer to her towering body in a cloud of ire.

“Are we seriously pretending you’ve been some bleeding heart, open book around me. You’re more distant than I am, but I’m the problem?” She jeers loudly, and each word spilling from her lips infuriates you further.

“This is over. Fuck off.” You chide, attempting to end this exchange as quickly as possible; she looks at you indifferently.

“You’re not getting out of this by insulting me.” Casey says before curling her lips into a noxious smile that sends a pulse of arousal through your body.

You slide out of the bedroom without responding; she knew that statement would make you run, and you know that nothing you say could make her leave right now. Blood rushes to your head so violently that you feel intoxicated, and the thrill you get from arguing with the older woman terrifies you as much as the thought of her absence. You know this isn’t healthy, and you know something within you is fucked up for enjoying the instability between you two. You can hear Casey distantly following you; ducking into the bathroom, you close the door and peel off your clothes. You pray that the redhead will have left by the time you get done showering in hopes of avoiding this conversation until the next day.

Searingly hot water pummels the top of your head with such vigor that you can barely breathe. The spray of it relieves the tension in your muscles, but you’d failed to consider how such a menial task would embolden your rumination about the older woman. Flashes of Casey—begging and cumming beneath you—are the only thing occupying your thoughts; you can’t even be bothered to dwell on your argument for how distracted you currently are. Your engrossment disallows you to register the sound of the door opening, and the shadow now standing in the bathroom. You blink a few times to ensure that you’re not seeing things before wiping away steam from the glass; the redhead is leaning against the doorframe and looking directly at you.

“Do you need something?” You ask, trying to ignore the adrenaline surging through your body at the mere sight of her.

“Yeah—a shower.” Casey states curtly before pulling her shirt out from beneath her slacks, and unbuttoning it from the top.

“You’re unbelievable. Go shower at your own house.” You say after turning your head away from her to maintain a shaky, aloof facade.

You watch through the glass in absolute dismay as she finishes undressing, throwing her clothes towards the edge of the room. You know she’s pleased with this idea of hers as she glides her panties down her legs gradually, and holds them up for you to see before tossing them to join the rest of her clothes. You step to the back of the shower and convince yourself that your self-control won’t bend, but as she opens the door and steps in front of you, you know you’re fucked. She keeps her back to you as she wets her hair and makes a scene of bending over to grab a bottle of shampoo. You feel as if you’re going to pass out looking at her; you clench your thighs together in a futile bid to quell the aching between them.

Casey turns to face you—her eyes closed and her head angled back towards the shower head—and your ragged willpower shreds fully. You wait for her to straighten her body before pushing her into the tiled shower wall, looking at her wildly. Her hooded eyes fall to look into your crazed ones; she knows she has you at her behest. Casey grins arrogantly before roughly grabbing your face, and slamming her lips into yours. Her tongue traces every inch of your mouth by memory, and you groan as she bites your lower lip without mercy. The redhead releases her grip on your jaw crassly, opting to grope at your chest and hips instead. She eventually tires of her previous actions and slides her hands up to your chest, grabbing at you with fervor.

“It’s always been you who’s ran. You think you can live without this?” She growls in the space between your neck and shoulder; you can’t even form the words to respond.

She has you pinned against the shower wall, panting and writhing under her lips. The older woman’s knee is planted right beneath your cunt as a silent challenge—pathetically get yourself off on her thigh, or endure her torturous endeavors. Casey pulls away from your skin entirely, watching you with a condescending grin as you struggle to keep your core from making contact with the flexed muscle of her thigh. The redhead delicately slides her fingertips across the inflamed skin of your hips, and watches you shutter with great enjoyment. Clearly unsatisfied with your unwillingness, she shoves her leg up into you, pulling a near scream from your throat; however, you stay unmoving, determined to win this vain exchange of will.

“I always run first because I know how easy it’d be for you to leave.” You manage to breathe out between whines, and Casey’s face contorts with surprise at your candor.

“I’ve never thought about leaving.” She says, lowly; you just look at her with desperation.

“What about now?” You pant, trying vehemently to keep from rocking your hips atop the older woman; she straightens her leg and you cry out.

Casey pulls you from the wall by your wrist, planting you in front of her under the battering water. She envelops her lips with yours with the same intensity as before, only this time it’s not fueled by anger. The older woman drags her calloused hands over your body with such care that you can almost ignore the painful throbbing between your legs. As if she could hear your thoughts, Casey drops her hand to graze over you lightly, toying with you still; you sway into her chest and groan. She slips inside you effortlessly, sliding in and out of you slowly as you grip at her waist; she moves her thumb lazily against your clit. You’re nearly silent now—slack jawed and unable to vocalize much more than quiet grunts. Casey entangles her free hand in your hair and pulls your head from her chest, looking at you intently.

“Did you mean what you said, about it being over?” She rasps, stilling her movements to give you a fighting chance at forming a response.

“No, Casey. Fuck.” You choke out, trying to force air into your burning lungs; she resumes her ministrations.

You both know it won’t take much more to send you tumbling over the edge of the precipice. Casey increases the speed of her pumping, and the burning in your lower stomach ignites fully. Your vision blurs and the older woman angles her body to keep your own from collapsing onto the ground. You’re clawing at her back without thought and you know you’re probably hurting her, but you don’t know what else to do. Casey’s repeating a mantra of ‘I know,’ and peppering kisses across your wet body as you cum. The scalding water and the vigor of the older woman’s effect on you strains your body to its threshold of failure. Your mind is nothing but static as Casey shuts off the water and practically drags you out of the shower, sitting you on top of the sink. She drapes your trembling body in a white towel and she’s smirking; you think it a fitting expression to wear after fucking every cogent thought out of someone’s head.

The redhead folds a towel over her own body; you watch as drops of water fall from her shorn hair to her chest, disappearing beneath the white cotton. She turns her attention back to your still heaving body, and helps you to stand on unstable legs. Casey lifts the towel from you and begins to absorb the water dripping from your heated skin; she frowns with determination—the same way she does when chasing a detail through the pages of a case file. She straightens her body out after drying you, and you pull her head down softly to meet her lips. You kiss her idly, and revel in the mindlessness of the action; she cups your jaw with her hands during the duration. She pulls away after landing a final nip to your bottom lip; she lays her hand under your head, forcing you to look at her.

“Stop running from me.” She whispers, running her thumb back and forth across the sensitive skin beneath your jawline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You say, covering her hand with your own to convey the seriousness of your words.

[borinxnovakxprentiss]

There’s not enough Casey x reader fics for me to read anymore and I’m devestated 😭

[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.”

[mollycabot]

Casey Novak X Reader Scary Novak

A/N when Casey’s girlfriend is being harassed by a fellow court officer Casey puts a quick stop to it

As Casey was tied up with court work and very busy she asked her girlfriend to pick them up some lunch and swing by her office.

Once Y/N got that text she made her way over to her and Casey’s favourite coffee shop and brought her and Casey’s usual and then made her way to the DA’s office.

“Good morning miss Y/N ” one of the passing officers said and Y/N waved, though she wasn’t an Ada herself she was still well know because of Casey.

“Why hello beautiful” other court officer said this caught Y/N off guard. “Please just call me Y/N”.

“Why your to much of a beauty to be a lesbian let me show you how women should be treated”. The officer said giving Y/N the creeps.

“I asked you to stop please I don’t like this and if Casey finds out she not going to be very pleased and and” Y/N said as the officer pushed her against the wall. Making Y/N. Became scared and began to try to fight him off but she was weaker than him.

Just before he was about to force a kiss he stopped when a voice behind him had a hint of anger.

“Get off her officer mat now” Casey demanded folding her arms. “Yes senior ads Novak” the officer said scared.

“Now giving that you have sexual harassed my girlfriend I’m going to report you because this behaviour is unacceptable” Casey said walking closers

“Is this the reason you been avoiding the office my love” Casey asked and Y/N nodded. “Well then I know exactly what my report is going to say I heard all about you mister” Casey said.

Casey then grabbed the guy by his collar and pushed him an against the wall.

“i swear im going to make your life a living hell for this now you are going to say sorry to Y/N and I don’t want to near her ever again you got it”.

The officer nodded and Casey let him go watch as he ran off like a scared little kid. “Love go wait in my office I’m to go see Liz” Casey said Y/N nodded.

Casey knocked on Liz’s door and once she got the ok to come in she made her way inside.

“Hey Casey what can I do for you today?” Liz said as Casey sat down. “You know Y/N” Liz nodded. “

“Well this past few months she hasn’t been stopping by my office and always tried to avoid it when she can and I found out just this week she been harassed by one of our court officers and today I just watch him almost force himself on her and I want him fired” Casey demanded.

“I’m guessing his name is officer mat?” Liz asked and Casey nodded

“this isn’t the first time he’s been reported for this short of stuff” Liz explained and me and a few other judges have talked about getting him fired and I think this is it because we given him second chances. So I will bring this up and I can say that he will most likely be suspended at least leave it with me” Casey nodded and walked back to her office.

“Hey love” casey said waking into her office. “Hey” Y/N said sitting quietly closing her book. “I spoke to Liz and she going to bring it up and he’s going to be told” Casey explained and Y/N nodded and gave Casey a hug.

“No one is allowed to harass my Y/N and I will make sure he suffers” Casey said hugging her back.

“What would I do without you Casey Love you so much” Y/N Said. Casey kiss Y/N on the forehead and said. “I love you more Y/N and I will always be here for you”. Casey said lovingly.

[wannabe-fic-reader]

Casey and Y/n going into the open house together?! Cutest shit ever! And lowkey couple goals. I want Casey so bad.

Also. . . was that Rita? It’s gotta be, right?

This chapter was just so sweet and comforting in a way. I dream of this kind of stuff so I’m here for it all. Can’t wait to read more, loving this series!❤️

Heavy Hearts Ch 6

Casey Novak x reader Warnings: language, that's about it. it's pure fluff. and an un-named guest star. If you're reading this, please let me know. even if it's on anon, because i feel like no one is...like im still gonna keep working on it,but like a girl could use some motivation lol

The next four months seemed to absolutely fly by, it felt like you and Casey had just returned from New York after Christmas yet you were already hunkered down studying for end of term exams. At the very least, you were thankful for the warming weather, able to spend more time outside, wandering across campus and through the city streets exploring more each day hand in hand. You also certainly weren’t complaining about getting to watch Casey play baseball once a week, happily cheering her on from the stands with your friends. Friends who were incredibly supportive and happy that the two of you had finally gotten together but would also constantly tease you over just how gross your love was (playfully and in good nature of course).

Studying sessions moved from your dorm or the library out to the quad, taking full advantage of the sunshine until it sank in the horizon. The longer days, the upcoming summer break had people in a lighter mood (even with exams coming up), laughter and smiles were prevalent everywhere, or at least it felt like it. Maybe it was just what you and Casey were feeling surrounded by your happy little cloud of love, one that grew larger and stronger with each day that passed. She was always so caring and soft with you, if you were struggling with an assignment or concept, she’d remind you to take a break, she knew just how overloaded your brain could get and knew just what to do to fix it. She would always bring treats to study sessions, making sure that she had your favourites for the extra hard days, and each weekend the two of you would celebrate with a nice dinner and lavish bottle of wine, cheers-ing to being one week closer to finishing the year.

When Casey was frustrated or getting stressed, you knew that you needed to get her to put the books down, change into some gym clothes and get her out of the dorm. You absolutely hated running, but you’d do it for her and had to admit, it did help clear your head. You’d sneak her into the batting cage, sitting in silence while you watched her, the bat cracking against the ball as she never missed a hit. If she refused either of those you simply shut her book, tugged her head into your lap and would turn on the tv, gently playing with her hair, scratching at her head until she was relaxed and calmed down. The two of you barely needed words to communicate at this point, it was more than easy enough to read each other and that just solidified everything even more.

Before you even knew it you were packing up your dorm rooms, setting stuff into storage and bringing what you needed over to New York.

*

You were so thankful and thrilled for the two weeks of exploring New York with Casey before you’d begun your internship. Summer in the city was a whole different ballgame than over Christmas. You spent as much time as possible outside, enjoying the warmth and sunshine, wandering through parks, walking along the river, getting as many snacks as possible from Little Eataly. Things were absolutely perfect and there was no doubting that both of you could very easily see this being your future.

Casey had taken you out for ice cream at one of her favourite spots, a mom and pop place tucked into a residential corner of the Upper West Side. It’d been raining the previous couple of days so you chose to explore the streets while eating rather than stay inside any longer. You had your arm linked with Casey’s, once your ice cream was finished you tossed it into a trashcan, your hand slipping into hers and she let out a happy hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You wandered up and down a couple of streets lined with brownstones and happy family homes complete with large yards, open windows with laughter flowing from them, everything seeming very welcoming and open.

“I wanna live here.” You murmured, eyes lingering on one of the houses and Casey chuckled.

“You sure you don’t want a penthouse on the upper east side?”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, prodding her in the ribs and she winced away from you, “yeah I’m sure.” You laughed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek, “sure, they’re gorgeous but they’re like, too pristine, they don’t feel lived in. I feel like I’d constantly be cold in one. But these…” you gestured to the houses as the two of you continued to walk, “they feel more like home.”

“Well…” Casey stalled in her steps, turning you toward one of the brownstones, “this one’s an open house today.” She raised a brow in your direction and you giggled.

“Why? I mean, we’ve still got another two years before we’re done school.”

“So?” She shrugged, “doesn’t hurt to look.”

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed once again, following her up the sidewalk.

You were greeted by a real estate agent in the entry way who gave you the rundown, a brochure and a business card before you made your way deeper into the house. The entry way lead directly into a hallway with a large staircase heading upstairs on the right hand side. An office or sitting room sat off to the right and through a large archway on the left was the living room, more than enough space for a family to play games, have movie nights or finish up work. The dining room was semi connected, a large table, China cabinet and bar cart currently taking up the space, through a smaller archway was the kitchen. Spacious, new appliances and clearly renovated.

“Look at that yard.” You muttered and Casey wrapped around your back, pressing a kiss to the crook of you neck.

“You thinking dogs or kids?” She asked and your head tilted as you turned back to her.

“I… not sure.” You laughed softly, pausing to steal a kiss, “I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Kids I mean, because obviously yes to at least one dog.”

“Good.” She laughed, “you… don’t want to be a mom?”

“Considering the relationship with my own mother I guess I figured I’d suck at it.” You shrugged, “a dog is good enough for me, especially with the careers we both want. It’s not a deal breaker or anything but I’m leaning towards no.”

“For what it’s worth I think you’d make an exceptional mother.” Casey’s hand caressed at your cheek softly before she leant in to kiss you and your cheeks flushed.

“Well if we have a yard like this you’re the one teaching them baseball.”

“Them!?” She exclaimed, a teasing grin on her lips, “now there’s multiples?!”

“The dog needs to learn too.” You replied with a laugh, a glimmer in your eyes as you playfully shoved at her arm, “relax Case, it’s not like you can accidentally knock me up. Jobs, house,” you ticked them off on your fingers as you went, “then we re-route back to this when we’re settled and established bad asses.”

“Sounds perfect.” She kissed the tip of your nose, “but my leading question is; is there a limit on how many dogs?” She asked with a laugh, pulling another one from you.

**

Two weeks later and you were deep into your internship at a defence firm in Manhattan. You didn’t know much about anyone, just that the boss knew your dad, and you were trying to avoid everyone knowing that, keeping your head down and doing you work. So far it was running for coffee, lunch, or menial paperwork and honestly? You didn’t mind it at all. You had just enough time to slowly finish what you were doing while also keeping your ears and eyes open to see just how the legal world actually worked, able to pick up on what kind of things would help you through your next two years at school and in the real world once you’d passed the bar. You were always the willing one to take subpoenas, motions or suppressions over to the courthouse or DA’s office, knowing the field trip would likely give you more of an insight into an actual courtroom. And you were always thankful for the afternoons one of the higher ups would let you off a bit early, wanting a third set of eyes in the courtroom to take notes, watch their arguments and the like. It gave you the tiniest bit of leg up to know what kind of things to prepare for in a courtroom in the future, both on the exciting side and the reality of how boring it could get some days.

It was getting a little later in the day, you had been wrapping up a couple of lose ends on one of the attorney’s paperwork at your desk when you heard the sound of heels on the linoleum.

“Oh thank god one of you is still here.” The woman’s voice broke through the silence and you glanced up with a small smile. You couldn’t quite remember her name, you just remembered someone mentioning she was one of the newer attorneys with the firm, though just by the way she dressed and carried herself you knew she had the confidence and competency to run circles around some of the older ones.

“What can I help with?”

“Can you run these over to the Brooklyn DA? Office two eighty seven.” She pulled out a couple of files, gently dropping them down onto your desk.

“Brooklyn? Oh…” you trailed off, shaking your mouse to wake up your computer screen and the older woman chuckled.

“Darling, I know it may seem like you’ll burst into flames if you step out of Manhattan, but I assure you, you won’t.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “no, I just��� I’m not from the city, I’m just here for summer. I’ll just have to search the subway route.”

“Oh sweetheart.” She chuckled, “fuck the subway. Give me five minutes, I’ve got a service. I’ll have a car waiting for you and let them know to take you home afterwards.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” She practically smirked, her eyes flicking down your body quickly, “I recognize designer when I see it, can’t have Manolo’s slumming it on the subway now, can we?”

She shot you a wink and a grin before swiftly vanishing from the office and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. At least you fashion sense wasn’t getting wasted this summer, she definitely had good taste that was for sure. Since the firm was basically empty you checked in with the head to confirm that this would be your last task of the day and were relieved when it was, collecting your stuff and finding the car waiting on the curb.

The trip over to Brooklyn turned out to be relatively uneventful, the DA’s building over there nearly as organized as Manhattan’s. You chatted with the lawyer’s assistant for a bit, a combination of gossip and getting to know as many people in the city as possible before you finally dropped off the documents for him and jumped back into the car, spieling off Casey’s address to the driver.

*

Casey was coming back from a last minute bodega trip, about halfway up the sidewalk when the town car pulled up to the curb. She paused, glancing back to it and somehow was a little unsurprised when you stepped out of it, moving toward her.

“Well look at you embracing the rich defence attorney life style.” She teased.

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smacking her arm when you got close enough to reach her. Her laugh still echoing on her lips she leant in, kissing you gently in greeting.

“I’m sure you’ll be invited to all the summer yacht parties in no time.”

“Stop.” You said in half seriousness, halfway up the steps before you stalled, turning back to her, “actually, I’m pretty sure I have heard something about her having a yacht.”

“Her?” Casey raised a brow, saying a quick thank you when you grabbed the shopping out of her hands so she could unlock the front door, letting both of you into the house.

“Can’t remember her name.” You replied with a huff, kicking off your shoes and tugging at your blazer, dropping your bag on the table in the entry, “clearly rich, she’s not that much older than us, like, less than ten years probably?”

“What does she practice?”

“Criminal defense. She’s the newest at the firm but according to the rumour circuit she transferred from prosecution.”

“And now she’s offering you rides home? Should I be jealous?” She said with a grin, clearing teasing and you rolled your eyes again, following her into the kitchen.

“No.” You scoffed, “she sent me out to Brooklyn for something and when I said I hadn’t left Manhattan yet she offered the car to make sure I didn’t get lost.”

Casey barked out a huge laugh at that, the corners of her eyes crinkling and you shot her a playful scowl. She simply leant in, kissing your cheek gently,

“I’m glad you’ve found your people then. And we’ll take you on a little subway tour this weekend to make sure you know your way around. That way I won’t need to play tour guide all next summer if you don’t keep up with your fancy new defence friends.”

“I lowkey hate you right now.” You let out a sigh, “dinner here or did you have plans?”

“Dad wanted to barbeque.” She nodded toward the kitchen facing the backyard and you could see that her parents were set up out there already, she picked up the bodega bag “just sent me out for reinforcements.”

“Sounds delicious. I’m gonna go change.” You kissed her quickly before jogging up the stairs to strip out of your skirt suit, opting for some much more comfortable and more summer appropriate.

Returning back downstairs you swiped a couple of ciders from the fridge, not bothering with shoes as you wandered down the back steps into the yard, greeting the Novak’s with a bright smile. Casey stole one of the ciders from you, cracking it while you dropped down onto the patio furniture beside her, her hand instantly finding its home on the bare skin of your thigh under the table.  

“Heard you had a nice little tour of Brooklyn.” Grace greeted with a smile and you rolled your eyes, swatting in Casey’s direction.

“Yup.”

“Thoughts?”

“Looked nice.”

“We can explore more this weekend.” Casey assured you with a soft squeeze to your thigh, “hit up the hot spots.”

“Y/N, what kind of cheese do you want on yours?” Benjamin asked from the grill, “we’ve got American, marble or Swiss.”

“Marble please.”

After adding the preferred burger toppings he shut the grill momentarily to help the cheese melt and Grace pulled the tinfoil off the tops of other plates and bowls. Revealing a fresh garden salad, grilled corn on the cob, and jacket potatoes with a plethora of toppings and dressings to go with it. The go ahead was heard to start plating things up and a moment later Ben was placing the appropriate burgers down onto the appropriate buns.

“You are enjoying the internship though, right?” He asked as he took his seat and you nodded.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s experience in the field I’m going to be working in so no matter what it’s a benefit, right?”

“Do you think you’ll do it again next summer? Or go back to DC?” Grace asked and you did your best not to snort.

“I might do it again, a few of the lawyers are really good and decently nice and there’s no way I’m going back to DC unless I absolutely have to.”

“Well you’ll always have a place to stay when you’re in the city.” She said with a soft smile.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude…”

“Are you kidding?” Casey asked with a laugh, “I’ve basically already told them you’re coming for Christmas again next year, the list of things to do is already started.”

“Really?” You looked toward her with widened eyes, watching the way hers sparkled in the sun as she grinned back at you.

“You seriously think I wouldn’t want to spend another holiday with you?” She asked and you blushed, ducking your gaze as she squeezed at your arm.

“That internship isn’t going to collide with the Hampton’s trip is it?” Benjamin asked and you shook you head.

“I double checked the dates Casey gave me before I accepted, made sure to get some wiggle room in there, plus I wanted a couple of weeks between it and going back to school, give my brain a break.”

“Do your parents expect to see you before the semester starts?” Grace asked.

“I mean they’d like me to make an appearance but everything I need is either with me here or in storage in Cambridge so there’s no need. They’re generally okay with me having the freedom.” You shrugged, “as long as I’m behaving, they don’t really care.”

“Well their loss is our gain.” Ben smiled across the table at you and you genuinely felt your heart warm.

Whether you had been romantically involved with Casey or not, you knew that the Novak’s would have gratefully accepted you into their home. It didn’t matter if that was for the week over Christmas, the three months over summer or whenever you needed a friendly, safe space to stay, their door would always be open. As you glanced around the table that evening, the sun finally starting to dip toward the horizon, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, and you couldn’t wait for what your future with Casey held. You gave her hand a slightly tighter squeeze on the table top and she looked to you with nothing but pure love and adoration in her eyes, knowing exactly what you were saying without having to actually say it.

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[luizd3ad]

So I started watching SVU and all I have to say is.. John Munch 😮‍💨 I got an idea for a soulmate au for him and I just ah I needed to share

[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.

[lillmirey]

„Partners in Justice“

summary:Under the pressure of a difficult case, Casey snaps at her closest ally, Detective Y/N threatening their growing bond. As the case reaches a turning point, they must reconcile their feelings and find their way back to each other.

Pairing: Casey Novak x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of assault (case-related, no graphic details), Emotional conflict and stress, Brief argument and hurtful words

Word Count: ~3000

Authors Note: This may not reach many people but idc. i love Casey Novak

The squad room was alive with its usual frenetic energy, a hum of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and tense conversations. Detective Y/N Y/L/N stood at the whiteboard, drawing a timeline of events for the latest case—a brutal assault that had rocked the community.

Her phone buzzed on her desk, the name Casey Novak flashing on the screen. Casey, the ADA assigned to the case, had been under immense pressure to prepare for the upcoming trial. They’d been working closely for weeks, but lately, Casey had seemed… distant.

Y/N opened the text:

“Come to my office ASAP. We need to talk.”

Frowning, Y/N grabbed her coat and headed upstairs.

Casey’s office was a mess. Papers and folders were strewn across the desk, and a half-empty coffee cup balanced precariously on a stack of files. Casey herself looked just as frazzled, her hair slightly out of place and her normally confident demeanor marred by a furrowed brow.

“Detective,” Casey greeted curtly without looking up from the document she was reviewing.

“Casey,” Y/N said, stepping into the room. “What’s going on?”

Casey finally looked up, her green eyes sharp. “The defense just filed a motion to suppress the victim’s testimony. If the judge grants it, we lose the case. Everything we’ve been working on falls apart.”

“Okay,” Y/N said calmly. “Then we fight it. What’s our angle?”

Casey slammed the file down on the desk. “That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one who has to stand in front of a jury and salvage this disaster!”

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Casey, I’m trying to help you.”

“Are you? Because it feels like I’m the only one who actually cares about winning this case!”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, hurt flashing across her face. “I don’t deserve that, Casey.”

Casey’s expression softened briefly, but the tension didn’t leave her shoulders. “Just… go, Y/N. I need to focus.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, the sting of Casey’s words making her chest ache. Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

Back in the squad room, Y/N buried herself in work, the sting of Casey’s outburst lingering. Olivia Benson noticed the tension and approached her desk.

“You alright?” Olivia asked.

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The hours dragged on, and eventually, the squad room emptied. Y/N stayed late, combing through witness statements and evidence, anything to keep her mind off Casey.

But she couldn’t stop replaying the argument in her head. Casey’s frustration wasn’t new, but this time, it felt personal. And that hurt more than Y/N wanted to admit.

Two days later, the trial began. Y/N didn’t see Casey before she entered the courtroom, but when the ADA strode in, she was back in her element—composed, confident, and razor-sharp.

Y/N sat in the back of the courtroom, watching as Casey dismantled the defense’s motion with precision. Her arguments were airtight, her delivery flawless. By the end of the hearing, the judge ruled in their favor: the victim’s testimony would stand.

When Casey turned to leave the courtroom, her eyes briefly met Y/N’s. There was relief there, but also something unspoken.

That evening, Y/N was back in the squad room, finishing up paperwork, when Casey walked in.

“Detective,” Casey said softly, standing near the edge of Y/N’s desk.

Y/N looked up, her expression guarded. “Casey.”

Casey shifted awkwardly, holding a manila folder in her hands. “We won the motion.”

“I know,” Y/N said. “I was there.”

Casey nodded, setting the folder down. “I wanted to say thank you. For all the work you’ve done on this case.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “No. I wanted to say I’m sorry. For snapping at you the other day. I was stressed, but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.”

Y/N studied her for a moment, then softened. “I get it. This job can mess with your head. But, Casey, I’m on your side. Always. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I know that now. And I’ll try to remember it next time.”

“Good,” Y/N said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Casey spoke again. “Are you hungry? I owe you dinner. As an apology.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Apologizing with food? I might have to take you up on that.”

Casey chuckled, the tension between them finally dissipating. “Come on. I know a great place down the street.”

Over dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Casey told stories from her law school days, and Y/N shared some of the more ridiculous moments from her time as a rookie.

As they walked back to the precinct, the city lights casting a warm glow, Casey hesitated. “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier. About not being alone. You’ve been my rock through all of this, and I don’t think I’ve told you how much that means to me.”

Y/N stopped, turning to face her. “You don’t have to say it, Casey. I already know.”

Casey smiled softly, her eyes shining with something unspoken. “Still. I wanted to.”

They stood there for a moment, the bustling city fading into the background. Then, Casey reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s.

“Thank you,” Casey said.

“For what?”

“For being you,” Casey whispered, her voice barely audible over the city’s hum.

Y/N smiled, intertwining their fingers. “Always.”

They didn’t need to say anything else. Whatever label they put on their relationship could wait. For now, they had each other—and that was enough.

[iwoulddieforher]

Casey cannot speak Latin | Casey Novak/Alex Cabot

Summary: Alex and Casey have been making out for the last couple weeks, this time they encounter a slight hiccup and Alex for some reason decides the issue is best addressed in Latin. Essentially just 2k words of kissing. and emotions. but mostly kissing.

Slight trigger warning for mentions of Alex's shooting & topless women but they're not fucking (rn anyway)

Casey's lithe fingers traced idle patterns on the lower portion of her ribcage, the copper headed attorney too distracted by Alex's mouth eagerly on her's to pay attention enough to do anything else.

What felt like minutes later, they finally broke apart to breathe, panting, Casey's face flushed from breathlessness in a way that made Alex laugh softly and land another soft kiss on the bridge of her nose. The copper headed attorney slid her fingers along the edge of Alex's shirt- a real shirt today, not a blouse as usual. It was a nice shirt, sure, but Casey thought to herself it would look much better on the floor.

"Can this come off?"

Alex hesitated, hard, as Casey toyed with the hem of her shirt. She never let anyone see her bare-chested- not in the past years, anyway- even with the men she fucked on occasion, she just undid the top buttons of her blouse, and they were normally satisfied with that degree of cleavage.

And she wasn't fucking Casey, no. After difficult cases they simply needed a little reassurance and they'd lock themselves either one of their offices, Casey would yank the blinds while she turned off the lights, and they'd tangle arms and lips and occasionally tongues and find some sort of solace in despite depravity of the world they were constantly reminded of. It was hard to wallow in misery and pity with a woman as ethereal as Casey pressing a line of kisses down the curve of her neck, hard to think of anything at all when the redhead's hands were cradling the base of her skull in desperation to kiss her deeper. She assumed Casey felt the same, lest be confused why she allowed this to keep happening. It was always Alex who pulled her in first, pushed her gently up against a wall or a couch or a chair or a desk, and although Casey sometimes made to switch the position so she could feel the blonde arching against a wall, Alex was always somewhat the reason it had started and was continuing. It gave her some degree of control that Casey apparently did not mind indulging her in. Evidently Alex was the needier of the two, and Casey resigned herself to serve.

Casey had never requested anything similar before- actually, Alex was unsure if she had ever asked anything of her at all. Alex felt mildly guilty- she had stripped the younger of her dress shirt before so that she could run her fingers along the muscles of her back and her arms and lavish her body in gentle attention, and she wasn't sure she had even asked or if she had went for it and Casey complied automatically as a natural progression, but now Alex was shifting in her seat and not in the good way at her request.

She had never thought twice about what Casey had previously been doing- running her fingers along the costal cartilage of her lower ribs, tracing the patterns of the anatomy beneath Alex's skin, and she did immensely enjoy the feeling, so there was no need to. Casey had done it before, too, and it was a staple in their interactions now.

"Qui prodest?" She questioned weakly, without thinking, hearing her own voice raspy, "Hoccine quid opus est?"

Casey's hands dropped immediately, before raising just enough to tug Alex's shirt back down where it had been ridden up on her hips, smoothing out the fabric delicately. God, Alex missed the feeling of her fingertips the second she felt them leave.

Who benefits, Alex had just asked her, before following it up with a murmur in Latin that translated roughly to 'is this what is needed'. Casey's head reeled slightly, a crease appearing between her brows as she grew slightly concerned.

Casey had absolutely no idea why the elder had said that in Latin- maybe the shame and the panic she could see in the curves next to Alex's eyes and between her eyebrows felt less real if she spoke in a language that no longer really existed. Maybe she just wanted Casey to understand how stressed she felt. Maybe she was using the language of scholars to emphasize the importance she felt this had. Regardless, Casey's heart ached to console her.

"No," Casey said slowly, wishing she had paid a bit more attention to her highschool English teachers, "non opus- not at all, Alex. Not needed." She bit her lip hesitantly. In the back of her mind she hoped Alex would not continue speaking in Latin because if she was honest she didn't really understand that much of it, let alone be able to formulate intelligent responses in the dead language.

"Nisi quia," Casey started, 'unless because', hesitantly, noting how Alex wasn't meeting her eyes and momentarily panicked she wasn't saying the right thing, "voluntas tua." 'It is your will.'

Alex didn't respond, but her eyebrows softened after hearing Casey's low hum, so Casey tried to continue. "Your pleasure is my priority, Alex." She breathed, in English, because very honestly she had no clue how to translate that, "I don't want to do anything that would be only for my benefit. I only feel good when and because you do-"

The blonde attorney cut her off by pulling her into an embrace, her arms lacing around Casey's shoulders to bring her head to her collar. She made a small strangled sound that was entirely unlike her usual demeanour, and Casey felt like this was probably as close as Alex would come to crying in front of her.

Casey immediately returned the motion, her hands interlocking with each other behind Alex's body while she left the other woman's hands balling the fabric of Casey's shirt in her fists. Alex's head rested on top of Casey's shoulder, Casey's forehead in the crook of Alex's neck, intentional because Alex did not want to feel Casey's eyes on her but lord she needed her close.

"Casey, I'm-"

"I hope you're not about to say you're sorry, because you shouldn't be, there's no reason to be. You never have to feel sorry with me." Casey soothes, lifting her head to kiss the side of Alex's face softly. "You're okay."

"It's just-"

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want too-"

"Hush," Alex interjected, overriding her notion to cut her off again, and Casey obediently relaxed with an apologetic exhale against her neck, letting her continue with a "volo te scire hoc."

I want you to know this, she meant, so Casey stayed unmoving against her, although she did suck her bottom lip into her mouth to toy with it.

"I haven't let anyone other than my doctors see the bullet mark," Alex breathed simply, burying her head in Casey's hair. "Previous partners unbutton the top of a button-up enough if they want to see my breast. You can do that. But I know you don't want something as shallow as that. You want skin, and to explore me, and mine is- mine is broken."

Her words end in a loose sigh and she pulled Casey impossibly tighter, and Casey returned the pressure, now, much more gently in comparison to the desperation in Alex but tight enough to comfort her.

Alex held her tightly for a long moment, before she relaxed slightly, still in the embrace, for a longer moment, eventually leaning backwards with a sigh, allowing Casey to let go of her.

"Where is it, Alex?" Casey hummed, eyes flickering down to her clothes torso. Alex grimaced, hesitating, but Casey shook her head.

"You don't have to show me it. Just show me where."

Alex then understood what she meant, so with another flicker of anxiety she reached with one hand up, slowly placing her index finger on the fabric of her shirt, clenching her jaw as her mind wandered back to the trauma the place she indicated was lasting evidence of.

Casey caught her before her mind traveled too far, though, catching Alex's wrist to interlace her fingers with Alex's, Casey's other hand coming up to cradle Alex's cheek in a way she knew she liked to press her lips against the blonde's. Alex relaxed, returning the kiss, the hand not held by Casey traveling to rest on the crook of the copper headed woman's waist. Casey permitted Alex into her mouth, which the blonde reveled in, feeling a bit of power return to her blood at the small movements the redhead was making to accommodate her when she pushed forward just slightly.

Casey broke the kiss, a small strand of saliva connecting her lips with Alex's for a fraction of a second, before tilting her head to the side and connecting her lips to the edge of Alex's jaw, then again a few centimeters below, and then again in a pattern. Alex, caught slightly off guard, sighed a half-amused laugh.

"Perfectus es in oculus meis," Casey breathed, very proud of herself for remembering that one, in between peppering the column of Alex's throat in little kisses as the older attorney squirmed just slightly beneath the attention. It meant, and she echoed the translation in English regardless, "you are perfect in my eyes."

She paused, before realizing she didn't know enough Latin to really formulate anything else, so she just said, "You are not broken, Alex," and continued with her line of kisses down, reaching Alex's pulse point, which she kissed a bit firmer to feel the thrum of life under Alex's skin. "You are not broken." She echoed, her hand slipping down to the base of Alex's spine, encouraging her to arch her torso upwards so Casey wouldn't have to move away to continue the path she was running over, over and over again, in her mind, because she knew even thought she could take as long as she wanted (to a reasonable degree, the realistic part of her brain chimed) when she was done she wouldn't have had enough of her.

Alex paused her when Casey began kissing above the fabric, writhing slightly in a way that pushed Casey slightly off, and with shaky fingers fumbled for the hem of her shirt. Casey tried to shoot her a look that conveyed the fact she was not asking for that, she didn't need it, and if Alex only was providing her with what she thought she wanted she really didn't want that, but Alex shook her head.

"Plus quam dolor sit fiducia," Alex breathed, and at Casey's momentarily blank expression, she tilted her head back and laughed. "Trust is- it's- I trust you, and that's worth more than pain. Please. I want you to do this."

Casey did not need to be asked twice, although she refrained from helping Alex with her shirt so that if the blonde at any second decided she was done with this interaction she could hesitate, or pause, or stop, but in one fluid motion Alex tugged her shirt over her head and let it fall off the edge of the couch, leaving her panting in a modest bra. Casey nearly swooned, yes at the sight of the expanse of skin, but more so the triumphant and almost breathless look on Alex's face, the way her eyes lit up as if she was immensely proud of herself, and Casey broke her previously unbroken path of kisses to claim Alex's mouth once more because she couldn't help it, although kissing while smiling so much was rather hard for both of them. Alex felt nearly giddy.

The copper headed woman's fingers found Alex's ribs again and it was as if the previous tension had never happened in the first place, Alex leaning forward and up, pushing herself further into Casey's light touches and using her hands to cradle Casey's skull.

"Angelus," Alex sighed when Casey broke the kiss again to return to the original task, kissing briefly and impatiently along the length of Alex's collarbone before becoming immensely soft, tender kisses along the small scar that had almost claimed Alex's life.

"Okay, I know that one- thank you-" Casey paused, looking up at Alex with a teasing expression, "but please, I really don't know Latin. Why do you know so much Latin? Don't answer that, actually, I'm busy kissing you."

She was rewarded for the lighthearted jest with a small cascade of giggles from Alex's mouth, as much as an attorney as esteemed as her was capable of giggling, smiling into Alex's skin as she kissed a bit more firmly. Alex's hands never left Casey's head, encouraging, rewarding her for her service by tangling in her curls gently in a way she knew Casey was fond of.

Her brain was fixated on Casey- she didn't have the space to share her mind with self-consciousness, or occupation-based misery, or the trauma of being shot and being in witness protection or any of the other things wrong with her life or her past or the world. She was in being kissed in the DA's office like a giddy rebellious teen, and it was warm, and she was shirtless, and Casey was so impossibly attentive with her kisses. Casey...

"Oh, wait, Casey-" Alex stopped, being hurled out of her bliss by a sudden realization, her voice immensely serious, and Casey startled, immediately shooting backwards. "Yes?"

Alex moved her hands out of Casey's hair, her fingers finding the buttons of the younger woman's blouse, and gave her a pointed look, although playful lights shone behind her eyes.

"Can *this* come off?"

[zycalex]

okay but what if casey never left white collar and alex stayed in svu and they only really truly get to interact during the god awful DA christmas parties?

then their annual flirting game suddenly took a more competitive edge when the year's party was held out of town...

in a secluded mountain

at a cozy ski resort

AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[jiggy-manda]

i just think they should kiss <3

[snugglywugglysocialist]

hello!! could I request a story with casey where she had a tough case and had been threatened and all and she figures out that she’s wasting her life by locking herself up from reader and that she actually loves her and it’s not just a hook up so she goes finds her and tells her that? could be smut or not hehe thank uuuuuu

slight cw for themes of violence and general toxicity

"Casey." You say, looking tiredly at the redhead stood at the head of your bed, now scrambling to get dressed.

"For fucks sake." She growls, pulling her hair out from beneath her jacket and moving to bolt out of your bedroom door.

You'd been grilling Casey about what happened at work since she'd showed up at your apartment in a haze of aggression. You’ve seen her emotions range from angry to disillusioned, but not anything like this, nothing ever spurring her to treat you the way she had tonight. The redhead had managed to silence you with her lips and tongue for the past couple of hours, but—much to her dismay—your prying continued once you could breathe again. Casey’s refusal to explain what was going on with her was maddening, and for the first time since you'd known her, you were contemptuous toward her.

You’re refusing to let her leave without an explanation for her behavior, though you know it’s going to be exhausting trying to shatter her stoicism, even just for a few moments. You exhale sharply after getting up from the bed, and noting the swelling on your thighs and arms from Casey’s grip on them earlier. Moving your hand over the area beneath your shirt, you can still feel the indentations of her bite marks; the crudeness in which she’d used you tonight mounts your anger as you storm out of the room. You fling open the door to find her standing in your living room, gathering her belongings.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You ask, your tone venomous; she scoffs and you can feel yourself becoming enraged.

“I can’t deal with you right now.” The redhead pivots, insolently looking downward to avoid your scolding eyes.

You cut off her path as she makes a move for the door, and position your body between her and the exit. She stares at you with a look of aversion you’ve never seen from her before, and you feel physically ill. You cross your arms defiantly in a silent challenge to the older woman; she begins to chuckle wryly at your stance. Your face stays unmoving as you watch Casey laugh manically, her head thrown back and her voice raw. She eventually contains her disbelief into just a mere smirk, and fixes her gaze downward upon you once more, stepping closer and pinning your body.

“Move.” She mutters, the calmness of her demand forging a pit in your stomach.

“Or what—you gonna call your cop friends?” You ask dismissively, pressing your back further into the wood in attempt to create distance between your tense bodies.

Casey’s face drops and a sheet of blackness seems to overlie her sharp features; you click your tongue in indifference. The anger swelling within your chest, and the dull ache radiating from your ragged muscles quashes your usual pull towards disarmament. The standoff between you and the older woman lasts for what feels like minutes; neither of you dare to speak or move from your places. The redhead looks away—her eyes crazed and her nostrils flared in white-hot rage—and you let out a quiet breath of relief. However, just when you let your guard slip, her calloused hands bracket on your upper arms, and sling you into the left wall.

Without thinking, your arms rise to level with your chest and throw her off. As she stumbles into the back of your couch, it seems you can hear the rush of adrenaline in your ears as much as you can feel it pummel the walls of your veins. This no-strings agreement the two of you had made within the first month of meeting went out the window long ago; it’s replacement a weekly cycle of virulently taking out the frustrations of the day on one another. You know it needs to end, but neither you nor Casey seem to possess the willpower to cut it off. Casey shoots you a dumbfounded stare as you purse your lips and rest your hands on your bruised hips.

“Get out.” You hiss, throwing open the door for her, and walking into the kitchen; she obliges wordlessly.

You brace yourself against the granite surface of your kitchen island, and try to quell the trembling of your limbs. The faint thrum of Casey’s heels against the tiled floor of your building can still be heard through the open door; you straighten your posture and move to slam it shut. You lean your head back and cover your face with your eyes, hoping that you’ll open them to see Casey asleep next to you, and realize this was just a nightmare. No such comfort comes, and you groan as you see the angled couch serving as mocking evidence of you and the redhead’s fight.

Hours melt into one another as you pace around your living room, your brain swirling about the events that transpired between you and the older woman. Despite the immeasurable amount of time you’d spent with Casey—tangled in her toned arms and enamored by her words—you feel as if what you experienced tonight is the real her. The small glimpses of her humanity that you’d grasped at to justify this relationship twist into indiscernible memories the longer you think of her. You smile drolly at the absurdity of your choices, and dwell on the hours you’d wasted in her company.

The shrill sound of your ringtone echoes throughout your flat and shakes you from thought. You realize your phone somehow ended up on your desk, and you walk quickly towards it on the off chance someone at work is calling you at 2 o’clock in the morning. You nearly lose your balance when you see the name illuminated across your screen—Casey. You blink a few times and just stare in disbelief at the white letters plastered on your phone; however, curiosity overtakes you, and soon you’re pressing the green button and holding it up to your ear. You can faintly hear her release a breath, and the call is silent until Casey decides to speak.

“I didn’t go home.” She murmurs, and you believe the faltering of her tone is a figment of your imagination.

“Where are you?” You ask, clearing your throat nervously and walking towards the kitchen window.

“I need to see you.” Casey says, her voice so defeated you almost can’t believe it’s her on the line.

“This has to end.” You sigh out, your eyes fluttering closed; Casey chuckles hollowly in response.

“Consider it closure.” The older woman states, and you hum in hesitant approval before she hangs up.

Minutes later, she’s walking in wordlessly and peeling the coat from her shoulders; you’re already sitting in preparation for whatever convoluted interaction is to come. Casey sits at the island across from you, and places her hands meekly in front of her; you fidget softly under the counter. The older woman brings her head up slowly to look at you, her eyes wrought with guilt and shame. You try to maintain an apathetic gaze, but you can feel your brows knitting in clemency at her despondent presence. She interlocks her hands behind her neck as she inhales, and prepares to speak.

“The short version is that I had a rough case; not any worse than the others, but some friends of the defendant cornered me at the courthouse after arraignment.” Casey avows quietly, and you nod slowly at her words.

“You could’ve told me earlier.” You croak, and she sucks in a breath through her teeth.

“It wouldn’t have changed anything, it still doesn’t.” She says, her eyes fixed to the floor.

“You threw me into a fucking wall, Casey.” You choke out, your tone imploring her for a compelling explanation, though you know there isn’t one.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, her breathing labored as if there were a mass upon her chest; you stand and turn your back to her in order to keep your composure.

“I still don’t want it to end.” You confess derisively, and you can hear Casey shuffle to stand and approach you.

“It doesn’t, not for tonight at least.” Casey scrapes, and you can feel tears prick at your eyes as her arm encircles your waist.

A warm sensation spills into your chest to replace your anger as Casey turns you in her grip, and lightly drags her hands over your exposed arms. The frown she wears resembles that of an apology itself, and the tears you’d tried to stifle spill over across your cheeks as you try to escape her forlorn gaze. You should do nothing but shove her away from you just as you did a few hours ago, but you can’t, and you don’t want to. Every moment with the older woman traps you in the same alluring stalemate of weakness and desire; escape is unthinkable. As Casey’s lips burn soft kisses into the skin she’d blackened earlier, you feel a sense of understanding—of her, yourself, and the fucked up situation you each find yourself in.

Her lips envelop yours with a soft adoration, moving as if it were her first time doing so. Casey pulls back and glides her thumbs over your face, trying to wipe the tears from your flushed skin. She settles on kissing them away instead, repeating a hushed apology each time she plants one. Her hands rest on the small of your back, gently adhering your waist into her upper thighs; your head drops into the dip of her shoulder. She’s mumbling something into your hair and guiding you towards the bedroom, but her words are muffled by the fog occupying your mind. She has you encased in her arms as she lies with you, and you can feel sobs crack through your lips.

Casey’s mantra of apologies ends once your ragged breathing steadies to sync with hers. The older woman runs her lithe hands through your hair lightly, and you try to suppress the feeling of comfort looming over your being. You can think coherently now, yet you can’t find anything to say, only counting down the hours until you watch her leave for good. You tilt your head upwards to lay a kiss across her jawline, and the smile playing on her lips doesn’t evade you. You move to straddle her hips as you realize how close to morning it is, and your expression is as determined as it is plaintive. Casey has no reaction to your movements, her hands still cupping your face and her eyes fixed on yours.

“I don’t want that.” She says, looking at your expecting body and sliding her thumb over your swollen lips.

“For closure, right?” You chide, grinding your hips into hers softly—once again, no reaction from the redhead.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Casey admits lowly; your body goes rigidly still atop her.

“Fuck.” You say, closing your eyes and huffing in sheer impiety at her words.

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What Have I Done… ~Broken!Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader

Summary— Occurs at the end of season 9/beginning of season 10. When Casey gets in trouble with Liz for committing a Brady violation, she goes home after a long day to Reader. Reader comforts Casey.

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: angst, fluff, crying, implied exhaustion, light alcohol consumption, unhappy endings, etc.

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Liz had given you a call earlier today and given you a heads up of what had gone down today.

You were anxious, biting your lip and nails, and fidgeting like crazy as you waited for Casey to come home. Finally, the door to your shared apartment opened. It creaked open, Casey entered the hallway, and then it creaked shut.

You were in the kitchen, already lightly nursing a glass of wine, standing behind the kitchen island, resting on the island for stability.

Hell, after what Liz has told you, you were sure you would both need the alcohol tonight…

Casey finally came into the kitchen, blazer and shoes still on and case in hand. He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, froze right on spot.

“Hey Baby…” you gently spoke, as you came around the island, placing the glass down, and coming up to the redhead.

You placed your hands on her side and cheek, while Casey stood frozen still.

“H-hi…” she breathed out.

You looked into her eyes, they were filled with pain and agony. It broke your heart. You pulled your forehead against hers. Casey sighed a little in relief at your direct touch

“Case…” you whispered, “Liz called”

At your words, Casey pulled her head up and stepped back lightly. Suddenly, her briefcase slipped from her fingers and the contents scattered on the ground.

Her eyes began to a swell and her lips began to tremble.

“W-what…?” Casey choked out.

Your heart was being ripped to shreds now. You hated seeing the love of your life in this much pain.

“I talked to Liz. She told me… what happened, about you and the bar…” you softly spoke.

You saw the lump in her throat as Casey swallowed, and as she tried to suppress her tears.

“I’m— I’m a failure” Casey choked out, before she began uncontrollably sobbing.

You were quick to pull her into your embrace, cradling her form with all the love you could muster. Casey immediately melted into your touch, wrapping her hands around you. She instinctively buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“No no no, baby… you’re not a failure.” You whispered, comforting the woman.

“Y-yes I am…!” Casey croaked, in between sobs.

Tears were streaming down the redheads face and onto your shoulder and neck. But you didn’t mind.

“No Case…” you sighed, “You made a mistake… everyone does… and the committee will see that.” You whispered.

You got more uncontrollable sobs in response. You rubbed and caressed Casey in every place you could reach, and you could feel Casey starting to slowly calm, as you let her get it out.

“That’s it. good girl. Get it all out…” you comforted her gently, “How about a bath, hmmm baby…?”

Casey sniffled and nodded slowly into your shoulder. You smiled lightly and nodded, slowly and gently leading Case to your shared bathroom.

You turned the water on.

Then you slowly got her undressed, as well as yourself. Casey wasn’t sobbing uncontrollably anymore, but tears were still rolling off her cheeks and she was still sniffling. You lent her a hand to get into the half-filled tub, joining her promptly after.

Casey was quick to snuggle up to your naked frame, starting to cry again into your chest this time. You played with her hair lightly, gently reassuring her that it was going to be okay and that she was doing good.

Eventually, Casey’s sounds had faded and she started pawing at you.

“Hmmmm Case, what’s up…? Use your words for me, sweet girl…” you coaxed the redhead.

Casey blushed a little.

“Mm hungry…” she murmured.

“Makes sense. Good thing I made lasagna.” You hummed and nodded.

At this, Casey perked up. For a moment, her eyes weren’t dismal, they were hope-filled. But they soon returned to their saddened state.

You then helped Case out of the tub, and handed her a towel to dry off. You both got dressed in your pjs, before heading to the kitchen. You both sat down and you served the food.

Afterwards, you carried a now tired and cried out Casey to your shared bedroom. She immediately snuggled up as the little spoon in bed with you.

“Get some sleep, Case, that’s it… It’s all gonna be okay… we’ll fight this together… but not today. Tomorrow…” you softly spoke.

“Mhmmm… thank you, baby…” Casey murmured, “Don’t know how I got so lucky to be with you…”

“You? I’m the one who’s lucky… luckiest wife alive.” You chuckled.

And before you knew it, she was dozing off, with those little snores you always found so adorable…

~~~

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[theartofcollapse]

Swipe Right for Sarcasm - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: Olivia convinces Casey to download Tinder and start dating. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.9K

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Casey Novak wasn’t entirely sure why she had downloaded Tinder but she fully blamed Olivia Benson for it. “You need to get out there, Casey,” Olivia had said while sipping wine and looking entirely too smug about her stable relationship with a certain medical examiner.

So here Casey was. Scrolling through profiles of men holding fish. Swiping left on women with bios like “Live, Laugh, Love” and “Here for a good time, not a long time.” Just when she was about to delete the app entirely, she stopped on one profile.

Y/N, 30. Bio: I’m here for three things: sarcasm, snacks, and possibly to steal your dog. Let’s see how this goes.

Casey couldn’t stop herself. She swiped right.

A moment later, a notification popped up on her screen: It’s a match!

Casey: Well, this is awkward. Y/N: Is this where we start pretending we didn’t spend hours carefully choosing our photos? Casey: I don’t have that kind of time. Mine were picked in five minutes, maximum effort. Y/N: That explains the photo of you staring at your coffee cup like it betrayed you. Casey: That’s just my face. Y/N: Sure it is. But really, what did the coffee do to you? Casey: It was burnt. A betrayal of the highest order. Y/N: Tragic. Should I unmatch now, or wait until you commit a food-related crime in real life? Casey: Bold of you to assume I’d share food on the first date. Y/N: Oh, you’re one of those. Let me guess, you won’t share fries either? Casey: Correct. Fries are sacred. Y/N: This might not work out. I’m a fry thief. Casey: Noted. I’ll bring decoy fries. Y/N: You’re already planning ahead. I’m impressed. Casey: I’m a lawyer. I must anticipate the worst-case scenario. Y/N: Worst case? Me stealing fries? Casey: Worst case is you stealing fries and not being funny. Y/N: Good thing I’m hilarious, then. Casey: That remains to be seen. Y/N: Oh, you’re a “prove it” kind of person? Casey: Guilty. Y/N: A lawyer joke already? Bold. Casey: If you’re not bold, you won’t survive Tinder. Y/N: True. Speaking of bold, how many boring icebreakers did you survive before we matched? Casey: Three. I had a guy ask me if I “come here often.” Y/N: What is this, a 2003 rom-com? Casey: Exactly. I also had someone tell me I look like I “read a lot.” Y/N: Do you not? Casey: That’s not the point. Y/N: Sure it isn’t, bookworm. Casey: You’re really toeing the line here. Y/N: Oh, is there a line? I didn’t see it. Casey: Keep this up, and you’ll be crossing it. Y/N: Would that be such a bad thing? Casey: No comment. Y/N: Interesting. Casey: You’re trouble, aren’t you? Y/N: Absolutely. Casey: And yet I haven’t unmatched you yet. Curious. Y/N: Face it, Casey. You like me already. Casey: Shut up. Y/N: I’ll take that as a yes.

Casey stared at her screen for a moment, lips twitching despite herself. She hated how smug this Y/N was. But also? She kind of liked it. Swiping right might not have been such a bad idea after all.

Over the next week, their messages became a daily occurrence. Casey found herself checking her phone during breaks at work, a slight smile tugging at her lips whenever she saw Y/N’s name pop up. It was infuriating. And kind of addictive.

Y/N: So, Counselor Novak, tell me, how does a hotshot lawyer like you end up on Tinder? Casey: I could ask you the same question, fry thief. Y/N: I asked first. Casey: Fine. Peer pressure. Y/N: Oh no, did someone force you to download a dating app? Tragic. Who do I sue? Casey: You can take it up with my friend Detective Olivia Benson. Y/N: Detective Olivia Benson, huh? Should I be worried about competition? Casey: She’s very happily in a relationship. But she does like to meddle. Y/N: Sounds like a good friend. Casey: Debatable. Y/N: Okay, my turn. I joined Tinder because my best friend told me my “sarcasm doesn’t count as a personality.” Casey: They’re wrong. Y/N: Oh, I know. But now I have to prove it does count. Casey: To them? Y/N: To everyone. Especially you. Casey: Consider me unconvinced. Y/N: Wow. Brutal. Casey: You’ll live. Y/N: Careful, Casey. You’re starting to sound like me. Casey: Don’t flatter yourself. Y/N: Too late.

Casey groaned softly, dropping her phone onto her desk. She wasn’t used to this. Someone who could match her wit, her sarcasm, and still leave her wanting more. It was unnerving.

She picked up her phone again, typing quickly.

Casey: So, when do you plan to prove this sarcasm-is-a-personality theory of yours? Y/N: I don’t know. Are you asking me out, Novak? Casey: I was thinking more along the lines of letting you try to impress me in person. Y/N: Sounds like a date to me. Casey: Technically, it’s an interview. Y/N: Oh, right, because I’m auditioning to steal your fries. Casey: You’re not stealing anything. Y/N: Not with that attitude. Casey: You’re impossible. Y/N: And yet, here you are, texting me back. Casey: Don’t remind me. Y/N: So, what’s your availability, Counselor? Or should I call your assistant to book something? Casey: I don’t need an assistant. Y/N: Fancy. Do you schedule your own dates, too? Casey: I schedule everything. Efficiency is important. Y/N: I’m swooning over your time management skills. Casey: Try to contain yourself.

By the time they settled on a date (Friday night, 7 p.m., some hole-in-the-wall pizza place Casey pretended not to secretly love), Casey felt equal parts excited and annoyed. Y/N was under her skin in a way no one had been in years.

She wasn’t sure what to expect when she walked into the restaurant. But when she spotted Y/N, leaning casually against the counter, a mischievous smirk already plastered across her face, Casey couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips.

“You’re late,” Y/N said as Casey approached.

“I’m not late,” the ADA replied. “You’re just early.”

“Sure, Novak. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Casey rolled her eyes. “Are you always this infuriating?”

“Only when I like someone.”

That shut her up for about two seconds. “Cute. Don’t push your luck.”

Y/N just grinned. 

The pizza place was small, with dim lighting and mismatched chairs that somehow added to its charm. Casey chose a table near the window, and Y/N followed, sliding into the seat across from her with that same maddening grin.

“You’re awfully smug for someone who’s about to lose an argument,” Casey said, picking up the menu.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Lose? I didn’t realize we were already arguing.”

“We will be. I take my pizza choices very seriously.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Let me guess, classic cheese, no toppings, and a side of self-righteousness?”

Casey’s lips twitched. “Wrong. I’m a Margherita girl. But nice try.”

“Margherita,” Y/N repeated, mock solemn. “How… traditional.”

“Oh, and you’re going to tell me you order something ridiculous like pineapple, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t dare. Pineapple on pizza is a crime against humanity.”

Casey pretended to study her closely. “Huh. I was worried I’d have to call Olivia to arrest you tonight, but it seems you have some standards.”

Y/N grinned. “I’m a woman of mystery. You’ll learn that in time.”

“Bold assumption, considering we haven’t even ordered yet.”

“Speaking of which,” Y/N said, leaning forward slightly, “what’s your go-to pizza place lawyer pickup line? Because I’m still waiting for you to impress me.”

Casey arched a brow. “You’re the one who agreed to this. Shouldn’t you be impressing me?”

Y/N shrugged. “That depends. Are you the type who’s impressed by bad jokes?”

“No.”

“Great, because I’m about to tell one anyway. Why did the tomato turn red?”

Casey sighed, already regretting this. “Why?”

“Because it saw the salad dressing.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Casey blinked, leaning back in her chair with a slow shake of her head.

“Absolutely not,” she said, though she couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at her lips.

Y/N looked triumphant. “You smiled.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You’re literally smiling right now, Casey.”

Casey schooled her features into a look of mock disdain. “I think we need to establish some ground rules for this… whatever this is.”

“Oh, I love rules,” Y/N said, leaning her chin on her hand. “Go on.”

“First rule: no more bad jokes.”

“Bold of you to assume that’s possible.”

“Second rule,” Casey continued, ignoring her, “you don’t get to steal my fries or my pizza. We order separate portions like civilized people.”

Y/N gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Separate? Casey, I thought we were building something real here.”

“Rule three,” Casey added sharply, “no sarcasm while I’m eating.”

“Now, that’s just cruel. What am I supposed to do? Compliment you sincerely?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Fine.” Y/N leaned forward, meeting Casey’s eyes with mock seriousness. “Your time management skills are impeccable. And your taste in pizza? Absolutely average, but I can work with it.”

Casey burst out laughing before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth, glaring at Y/N, who looked far too pleased with herself.

By the time the pizza arrived, they’d gone through two rounds of drinks and an unspoken competition to see who could come up with the most ridiculous lawyer joke. (Y/N’s submission—Why don’t sharks attack lawyers? Professional courtesy. —had earned an eye-roll so dramatic Casey almost got whiplash.)

“You know,” Y/N said as they both reached for their slices, “I had a backup plan in case this date went horribly wrong.”

“Backup plan?”

“Yep. I was going to fake a phone call and claim my cat was on fire or something.”

Casey paused mid-bite, giving her a skeptical look. “Your cat? On fire?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“And yet, here you are,” Casey said, mimicking her words from earlier.

Y/N smiled, pointing at her. “Touché, Counselor. Looks like you’re starting to keep up.”

“Starting to?”

Y/N shrugged. “You’re almost at my level.”

Casey let out a low laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know how anyone puts up with you.”

“They don’t,” Y/N said cheerfully. “But I’m glad you’re willing to try.”

For a moment, Casey just looked at her, her expression softening despite herself. There was something disarming about Y/N’s confidence, her relentless humor, the way she didn’t back down no matter how many sarcastic comments Casey threw her way. It was kind of wonderful.

After splitting the check (over Y/N’s loud protest of, “Let me pay, Novak, or I’ll tell the waiter you’re a fry thief!”), they stepped outside into the crisp night air.

“So,” Y/N said, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. “Did I pass your interview, or should I expect a rejection email in the morning?”

Casey smirked. “I’ll have to review my notes, but you might be safe for now.”

Y/N tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eye. “Safe enough for a second date?”

Casey considered her for a long moment. “We’ll see,” she said lightly, though the corner of her mouth twitched in a way that betrayed her amusement.

Y/N grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Of course you will.”

They lingered for a moment, the playful banter fading into something softer as their eyes met.

“Well,” Y/N said finally, her voice quieter, “I guess this is where I let you get back to your very busy, lawyer-y life.”

Casey hesitated for just a second before stepping closer, her lips curving into a small, genuine smile. “Text me when you get home.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “Whatever you say, Counselor.”

And as Casey turned to walk away, she realized she was already looking forward to seeing that smirk again.

[mollycabot]

Casey x sister reader

Messed with the wrong person

Y/N= your name Y/N/N= your nickname

A/N the Svu team deals with a lot of sexual assault case daily but what happens when a case they deal with that involves the victim in question is Ada Casey Novak younger sister. First law and order fan fiction hope you guys enjoy it. (Mentions of sexual assault and talks about being rape) and tiny mentioned of self harm not in great detail

It was just a other day on the job and Olivia and Elliot and the team where helping victims of sex crimes however a report came in of a breaking and entry into an apartment that is housed college students.

Olivia and Elliot went to the scene and was greeted with a girl covered in bruises and blood and naked leaning against the wall as the others where gathering evidence, Olivia went to talk to the girl Elliot gave her his jacket and Olivia warped her in a blanket as well to cover her up and to keep her warm.

“Hun can you please tell us your name and what happened?” Olivia asked the girl was in shock and confusion. “I don’t want to talk about and I don’t want my sister to find out.” The girl said scared.

Olivia then asked “who your sister sweetheart and this wasn’t your fault we going to find this guys and make sure he’s locked up for good” said Olivia.

The girl just sat there and said nothing Liv then went to carry the girl to the ambulance she looked to be no older then 20 at least feeling sorry for the girl she got int he ambulance and rode with her.

Once at the hospital the doctors checked her out and sent the rape kit off to the labs as Liv was taking her statement. “Hunny you need to tell me your name as this will make it easier for everyone.” Olivia said kindly and gently. The girl looked away from the detective. “My name is Y/N”. Said the girl and Olivia asked about her last name the girl took a breath and said, “it’s Y/N Novak.” Olivia stood shocked and look at the girl. Olivia then had to ask, “is your sister Ada Casey Novak?” Olivia asked the girl nodded and with that Olivia stepped outside the hospital room.

Olivia called Elliot who was back at the station.

“Hello Liv” Elliot said, “listen Elliot I got the girls name and last name and she Casey Novak younger sister and I know full well that Casey is going to go crazy we both know how much she loves her younger sister and wants to protect her at all costs and that this guy will be lucky if Casey hasn’t killed him.” Olivia said not knowing that Elliot phone was on speaker as he was busy writing up his report and not realising that Casey had heard the whole conversation the look of anger was an under statement.

“What the hell is this!” Casey shouted and Elliot look a taken back “what hospital” and what this guys name I want him getting the mix sentence he can get”. Casey shouted as she got her coat and head her way to the hospital.

Elliot phone Liv to let her know about the red head is on her way and is ready to kill someone,

As Olivia was stood outside the girls room Casey walked up and pushed Olivia against the wall. “Why the fuck did you not call me as soon as got the case!”casey demanded. “She didn’t want to give us her name at first and she was so badly beaten and shocked that she wasn’t in any frame of mine Casey you know how victims can be and I want to find this guy as much as you do but being angry isn’t going to help anyone.” Olivia said and with that Casey let go of the detective and walked into the room where she found her sister lying on the bed crying. Casey took a seat next to the bed and took her sister hand in hers.

“Y/N it’s ok your sister here and I’m going to make sure that no one hurts you ever again.” Casey said. The younger girl pulled herself up and try to give her sister a hug but hiss at the pain of her broken ribs Casey placed a gentle hand on her chest and gently pushed her down on the bed so she wouldn’t hurt herself more. “It’s ok Y/N I’m not leaving your side and can you tell who did this to you?” She ask.

Olivia came in with three cups of coffee Casey helped her sister sit up as Olivia handed everyone their cords and sat down.

“I don’t know there names but there where a group of boys who are in there final year of college the also very popular and went my ex and I broke off she went to tell them I was a lesbian and a piece of shit who is nothing but a worthless pile of trash and that I’m nothing compared to my sister and that I’m not a woman and that they will show me I’m a woman and then when I got home later in the evening I started working on my painting when I heard my door got broken and these two guys walked in and started trashing my place and destroyed my art works that I been working on and when I asked them to stop and leave the start to beat me up and one of them said well my lady it’s time to show you how an women is really use for and they started to rip my clothes off and I was fighting them so hard and shouting stop please stop they didn’t and then one of them stood over me with my lamp and bashed it over my head then I can’t remember anything after that”. Y/N said drink her coffee.

Olivia was shocked and Casey looked pissed and once the results of the kit came back it was positive for rape and that the where traces of semen but pregnancy and sexual transmitted diseases where negative. Which was a good thing meaning they have the evidence and that Y/N was going to be ok well as ok as she could be. Once Y/N was discharged from the hospital they all went back to the office and they started the case for this and Olivia and Elliot went to the college to start looking for the guys who did it.

While they where out Y/N was sat in Casey office with Casey. “Case can I borrow your clothes if you got some going spare and can I go take a shower?” Ask Y/N. “Sure Casey said want me to come with you and stand outside?” Casey said Y/N nodded and they headed straight for the showers. Casey was leaning against the sinks as Y/N was in the shower. “Y/N/N it’s been a while, I know this is hard and you might not feel clean but trust me all the dirt and stuff is long gone.” Casey said in a gentle tone knowing how the victims tend to be after an event like this. As Casey got no response she had a growing concern and she walked up to see her sister sat on the floor of the shower water pouring over her, her skin turning red from the hot water and her curled into herself with blood coming from her arms. Casey turned the shower off and warped her sister in a towel and picked her up and sat her on the sink given that Casey sister always struggled with mental health issues well before this event as her parents always saw her on the lower level and that she was a let down in not going down the same road as Casey.

But Y/N passion was for art and loved everything about art and Casey was always supportive. Once Y/N clam down Casey handed her the clothes and she jumped off the sink and went to the changing blocks and put the clothes on, once back in Casey office Casey took out the first aid kit and started to treat her sister arms.

After Elliot and Olivia caught the guys thank to Y/N’s roommate who installed CTV cameras in the living room of the apartment they where able to find the guys and got the attack on video with More then enough evidence of this they had definitely got the case In the bag.

At trial

Once in the courtroom everyone took there seats and Olivia and Y/N sat behind Y/N attackers and Casey after Casey showing all evidence and after Y/N give her statements the people decided the result of the trial and Y/N attackers where found guilty on all counts and where sentence to 20+ years in jail with out bail and Casey couldn’t be more happy to have got justice for her sister as the attackers where escorted out Casey turned and said you mess with the wrong person pal no one hurts my sister and gets away with it. Casey said angry at the men once court was over she meet up with Olivia and her sister.

Y/N ran and gave Casey a hug, “thank you so much case your are awesome at what you do and I appreciate everything you done for me right form when we where kids I love sister” Y/N said with genuine happiness Casey hugged back and said that she thankful for her sister and that she always here to protect her as she the light of Casey life. And her and Olivia and Y/N decided to got and get some food to celebrate the trail and that those attackers are away for a long time and will never hurt anyone again.

After that event Casey help her sister unroll herself form the course and help move her into her own apartment block not to far from Olivia and helped her move all her things and Y/N decided to carry on with her art life and Casey couldn’t be more proud of her and knowing she was close by and will never be far again Casey decided to stay over at her sisters for tonight as it had been an eventful day and eventful past couple of weeks.