kai

[rosecabenson]

Casey 100% screams at the tv when the games on, like someones middle aged father. Alex WILL mess with her by saying the wrong terminology. "Was that a touchdown?" "IT'S A HOME RUN. HOME. RUN. STOP." "HELL YEAH A HOLE IN ONE!" "WHERE DO YOU SEE A FUCKING HOLE???"

[saurgaeee]

Cute 😭

[saurgaeee]

“…And autumn.

Alex’s favourite season.

Only because it resonates with her girlfriend. The orange and red hues of the leaves that resembles Casey’s red hair, the cool breeze of air that reminds Alex of her girlfriend’s husky voice that send chills down her spine. Fall season is beautiful—just like her Casey.”

—from “a love to live for.”

[specialvalentinesunit]

your english teacher and your gym teacher are getting married

[saurgaeee]

Idk lol this is so funny to me hELP? 😭

[saurgaeee]

Idek if there’s such a game existing where they’re at but not me imagining calex attending a birthday party and came the game where the host/magician/clown will play “bring me”, and when they said “bring me eye glasses”, Casey, being competitive in nature, would be quick to remove Alex’s eye glasses and will sprint towards the stage to claim her prize. Then there’s Alex, who has to squint her eyes (to see her girlfriend beaming at her) and is too stunned to speak.

[indiefrans]

I definitely see this ahahhaha competitive casey with horrible eyesight alex

[saurgaeee]

Girlie can do nothing but shake her head and sigh. (But she’s proud of her redhead deep inside)

[saurgaeee]

Idek if there’s such a game existing where they’re at but not me imagining calex attending a birthday party and came the game where the host/magician/clown will play “bring me”, and when they said “bring me eye glasses”, Casey, being competitive in nature, would be quick to remove Alex’s eye glasses and will sprint towards the stage to claim her prize. Then there’s Alex, who has to squint her eyes (to see her girlfriend beaming at her) and is too stunned to speak.

[novaksgirl]

casey novaks boobs. let’s talk about them.

[saurgaeee]

Yums 🫦🫦🫦

[saurgaeee]

Between Us

After getting shot, Alexandra Cabot got rid of the things that made her who she was. But when the situation calls for it, she had to stake her claim. (Somewhere in Between uncut.)

Alex pursed her lips, inhaling Casey’s scent, her breathing sharp. “Please, don’t be mad,” she murmured.

“What—“ Casey’s breathing became ragged, she closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side, giving more access as she felt Alex’s small kisses against her neck.

“Alexandra….” she mumbled, her nose flaring.

“I should stop.” Alex muttered, her movements contradicting her words. She didn’t know why, but she felt bold tonight. She wasn’t even sure that the redhead would consent to this; she should halt, really. She’s better than this.

Casey chuckled, running her fingers through blonde locks. “No,” she shook her head.

“Yeah, no,” the older woman agreed, gently nipping the redhead’s throat. “Sorry?” She pulled away a little, making the latter look down at her. She winced slightly, feeling ashamed.

Casey consented. She should keep going. She wanted to keep going, yet she stopped. She’s usually more confident than this.

She died once—well, kind of. She did take a bullet. She can handle this.

The younger woman raised a brow, asking “Sorry?”

Alex nodded, a small smile on her face. “I don’t want to stop.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“But do you want me to?” Alex asked; Casey shook her head

“No.”

Alexandra chuckled, pressing her forehead against Casey’s chest, then she settled, listening to the latter’s heartbeat. She heaved a sigh—it was content.

“What are you up to?” Casey asked, playing with strands of blonde hair.

“I don’t know. This is your fault,” the blonde looked up. “You’re making me like this.”

“Should I apologize to you as well?”

Alex shook her head, “Don’t.” She wetted her lips, pressing them into a thin, soft smile. “Never.”

Casey’s lips curved into a smile, her dimples showing. “Okay,” she nodded, leaning closer to plant a soft, swift kiss along Alex’s jawline.

“Casey,” the older woman gasped, leaning into the kiss.

“Hmm?” She hums, soft kisses trailing down Alex’s neck. “Should I stop?” She asks, her tip of tongue swirling around the older woman’s pulse point.

Alex grunts—it’s soft, almost quiet. “Oh, no.”

Casey chuckles—it’s raspy—her breath tickles along Alex’s skin. The blonde exhaled sharply, tilting her head to the side, exposing more of her neck. Casey doesn’t waste any second; she bites on it gently, then she nips. She takes a piece of Alex’s skin between her lips, sucking on it.

“I’ll lend you my clothes so you can cover it.” Casey murmured, gently nipping Alex’s throat.

Alex lets out a throaty moan, she sighed. “Do I have to?”

“Alex!” Casey jokingly scold her, putting another hickey just down below the first one. “You need to,” the words firmly whispered against the blonde’s skin; humming was the only response the older woman could come up with— she was losing her mind.

Alex loved it— Casey Novak marking her. She bites her bottom lip, a suppressed moan escaping her mouth. Damn, she wishes for Casey to lose control.

Casey pulled away, she cupped Alex’s jaw with one hand, her lips finding the blonde’s, capturing them with a tender kiss, making the older woman moan against her mouth.

Alexandra would die over and over and over again just for this.

Both their lips are swollen when they parted, Alex’s pupils dilated, Casey’s eyes crinkling, the two have a soft smile plastered on their faces.

“That was amazing,” Alex muttered, cheeks flustered.

Casey chuckled softly, nodding her head; she reached out to fix the blonde’s eyeglasses. “Yeah, you’re amazing.”

“Hmm,” Alex hummed, leaning closer. Casey pressed a kiss on her forehead—it’s soft, lingering.

Alex sighed, feeling her body relax for the umpteenth time; wondering how she survived in life without this, and how will she after relishing the warmth and the taste of Casey’s mouth.

[saurgaeee]

Somewhere in Between

Alexandra Cabot came back from witness protection to testify against the man who tried to kill her. Upon learning who’s going to try her case, god, was she so glad she did.

“And if the world would opt to be against us, I’d let the fate decide. I would run as fast as I could just to get a hold of you. And I will never let go. Just for a moment, I’d take one second, even— for the possibility of us two.”

 

 

Seeing Casey and knowing that she took over; she replaced her, it sparked something inside of Alex. It wasn’t jealousy, no. She’ll never be jealous of Casey. It’s pleasant. Something alarming, yet warm, and stupid—mostly stupid. It was unexplainable but it was not unwelcome.

 

It was silly, her crush on the woman. Frustrating, not knowing what she should do to get noticed by her. And, right now, Alex is alone with her.

 

“You know, we’ve gone over all my questions, I think you’re ready.”

 

“Are you?” Alex asked, almost arrogant; It was concern disguised with venom. At this moment, all the younger woman’s attention was focused on her, and she doesn’t need to do anything; and she’s screwing it up. She didn’t mean to, she was nervous. But she shouldn’t let it out on Casey, it was not fair. She winced, “Casey, I’m sorry. That was… out of line,” she muttered.

 

Alexandra Cabot takes pride being the receiving end of an apology, but she’s never one to ask for it. With Casey, though, it was easy.

 

Casey nodded; she really did not take offence. “It’s gotta be hard to be on that side of the desk,” she husked, her voice more of empathizing than of pity.

 

Alex nods her head, sighing “yeah.” Casey felt a twitch in her heart. The blonde looked like a lot has going on inside her mind, far from the always cool and collected Ice Queen she’d always heard about before, or she’s lucky enough to be breathing the same air with inside an elevator, twice.

 

“If Antonio doesn’t testify, we’re screwed.”

 

“I know,” Alex acquiesced. Both women sigh in chorus, the occurrence making them chortle a laugh.

 

The laughter died down; Alex maintained eye contact with the woman in front of her. “I wanted you to know that I trust you.”

 

Casey’s brows furrowed a little, “what?”

 

Alex wetted her lips. “There’s no one I’d rather prosecute my case than you.”

 

“Hmm,” Casey hummed, nodding her head. “Really?”

 

“You don’t believe me?” Alex feigned offence.

 

Casey huffed a chuckle. “I mean, I just thought you’d want Abigail Carmichael.”

 

“If.. our roles were reversed, you would want Abigail Carmichael to prosecute your case and not me?”

 

“Uhm, yeah?” Casey shrugged.

 

“Hey!”

 

“Or Serena.”

 

“Southerlyn?” Alex asked, frowning.

 

Casey nodded, “yeah.”

 

The blonde winced, “ouch.”

 

Casey giggled. “Of course, it would be you. I was kidding.”

 

Alex hummed, shaking her head. “I deserved that. For questioning your.. ability.”

 

“Alex.”

 

“It was offensive. What I said.”

 

“It was. Though, I wasn’t affected.”

 

“You’re not offended?” Alex asked, surprised.

 

“Not in the least,” Casey replied, a soft smile on her face.

 

Casey holds Alexandra’s hands with hers. She felt embarrassed when the older woman looked up, as if sensing what she’s about to say, the redhead lets out a soft chuckle, a shy smile on her face.

 

“It’s sweaty, I’m sorry.”

 

Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “They’re warm.” Comforting, she wanted to add.

 

“You have cold hands,” Casey uttered, squeezing the blonde’s hands gently.

 

“Then let go.”

 

“And if I don’t want to?”

 

The older woman shrugged. “I have no objection to that.”

 

“Then I’d keep holding you.” Casey smiled—it was stupid, cocky— yet Alex was so fond of it.

 

Alexandra nodded her head, eyes drifting to her hands clasped by Casey’s.

 

For a moment, what’s about to happen did not matter. All her worries washed away, replacing by a feeling of warmth, a sense of certainty, though it’s blurry, it was there. She felt grounded, by just a simple hold, a single touch. It’s funny; baffling; surprising— it’s everything.

 

The redhead’s hands, although sweaty, are to hold Alex—for times like this, or just because— they are to keep her warm, safe… home.

 

Casey shifted, her right hand letting go of Alex’s, wrapping it around her body. The redhead lets out a soft sigh when she felt the blonde’s sharp breath against her neck, her body letting all the tension go, relaxing against Casey. The older woman has never felt this contented; so vulnerable.

 

Being held by Casey feels like nothing holds any significance; the world doesn’t exist— at all. The fear of tomorrow’s vagueness, the rage towards the man who attempted to put an end to her life, the consistent urge to keep thinking as a prosecutor; regrets of missing important events on her friends’ lives, her guilt of her mother’s passing thinking she’s actually dead, that kept haunting her; the agony— all gone.

 

With Casey—her arm protectively wrapped around her, and the other holding her hands ever so gentle yet firm— she feels so free. She wasn’t the infamous ice queen whom her colleagues feared, nor the Alex Cabot who’s not scared of going after big cartels, neither Emily from Tulsa. She simply is Alexandra Cabot, what she was once before everything else, who she still is, just suppressed, terrified that version of her that holds her truest form will get eaten alive by the world she chose to step her foot into. She’s not afraid anymore, at least not right now, not with the younger woman. Alex doesn’t feel like she’s a victim.

 

In Casey’s eyes, she’s not a victim, and Alex has never felt so seen, heard, validated— she felt human.

 

Emanated by Casey’s solitude, Alexandra Cabot felt fearless.

 

Alex wanted more of this, of the redhead, she wanted more than this. With the blonde in her arms, Casey doesn’t want anything else. If fate’s on their side, that is.

 

Maybe some other time, in another life.

 

———

 

Somewhere in Casper, Wyoming, a woman woke up from her sleep, she was panting, beads of sweat around her forehead. Her heart beating fast, she feels uneasy, but she doesn’t know why. Something is wrong but she couldn’t figure out what. She clutched on her chest, shutting her eyes tight.

 

Something doesn’t feel right. It was as if an instinct. Like there’s an unknown connection linking her to what was about to happen, what’s happening, what has happened. Alex takes a deep breath, stabling the rate of her pulse. Her mind travelling back to that certain night she shared with the redhead.

 

In 1-6 precinct of Manhattan, New York, on the bullpen, sat Casey, Detective Elliot Stabler beside her, inspecting her. She just got her whole life flashed right before her eyes for seconds when she was held at gunpoint. It was terrifying, but above all, the redhead finds it amusing because her flashbacks contained the night she spent with a certain blonde attorney, and most seconds she spent imprinting it.

 

The moment they once shared together, now becomes a treasured memory for the both of them. Unbeknownst to both women, if one is patient enough to wait, and the other so hopeful, a destiny of shared thousand laughter and millions of special occasions and milestones will be written; two souls, two hearts sharing as one. They could make a history.

 

Right now, they will bask in the reminder of the night of their encounter; both sighing in content (although apart), thankful they have something to remember.

[victoriously-wicked]

While I’m on the topic of Barba, i forgot to mention 19x11 when I watched it the other day.

The way he went after the whole fucking airline company was SENDING ME because it was giving Casey "let's sue the full-on US military for using a dangerous drug on the soldiers" Novak and Alexandra “I don’t care about the hit they put on me, I’m gonna prosecute the cartel anyway” Cabot.

Fucking iconic, all three of them.

[saurgaeee]

The holy trinity, I fear

[simps-4-russian-assassains]

Ok rewatching Season 6 episode 18 “Pure” of SVU, and I just realized… Alex Cabot’s method of getting warrants is by favors…. Casey Novak’s? Annoying the judges so much that they don’t look too closely to get her to go away. The judges poker night she walks in on. And then in this episode she gets a warrant cause she tracked down a judge with a drinking problem, bugged him at his go to place, and proceeded to get the warrant 😂

[saurgaeee]

A girl’s gotta work with what she’s got 🤣

[pmilkshake]

bleh

[saurgaeee]

😖😖😖

[serenasoutherlyns]

all that you want (and more)

calex, ao3, 1.9k words.

Casey heard her own name clear through the bubbling noise of the lounge. She wasn’t expecting company, save that of the paperback in her purse and the mezcal paloma in front of her. Years later, she would still be able to recall the scent of citrus and the smile that met her when she turned towards the noise.

“Alex, hey,” Casey said. Alex’s hair was longer than it had been the last time she’d seen her. It had been years. Casey hadn’t known if Alex was even in the city anymore, and she had hardly heard her name spoken around the office, a sharp contrast to her early years in Sex Crimes. Alex was dressed more casually than some of the patrons, in well-fitting jeans and a blue long sleeved tee shirt that hugged her frame. She looked good, but a little pale, thin. If Casey had known her better she might’ve asked if she felt alright. She settled on, “long evening?”

“Something like that,” Alex said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Casey could tell something was on her mind, and found herself curious as to what it was. Alex Cabot had always been a bit of a mystery, a myth. By the time Casey had crawled out of Alex’s shadow, she was suspended. There was an odd kind of intimacy in the air when Casey motioned for Alex to sit in the empty seat beside her. Casey chalked it up to the candles lighting the space, or to the preoccupied concern evident in Alex’s features. Alex sat. She got the bartender’s attention and ordered a gin and tonic. “Here all by yourself?” She asked, setting the menu down, turning to Casey.

Casey held up her book. “I had a hot date.”

“A mystery,” Alex said, taking it. “Interesting choice.”

“I like when they’re solved. What brings you out tonight?”

“Work I’m doing,” Alex turned her head to the side. Her brow furrowed further.

“And that is?”

“Can’t really discuss it,” Alex said. Casey allowed herself an act of prying, lifting an eyebrow. Alex acquiesced: “Advocacy.”

“I see,” said Casey. She had considered doing what she thought Alex likely was while she was suspended. Cabot had some guts, Casey had been too scared of getting arrested. “Long hours, right?”

“Yes, hence the gin and tonic.” Casey raised her glass. She thought she saw Alex glance at her lips when she sipped her drink. “Business as usual for you? I heard you’re assistant chief now.”

“You heard right,” Casey sighed. Alex raised her glass. “Business is never usual.” It was quiet in their corner of the bar for a moment, and Alex appeared deep in thought.

“I never got to thank you. For the Connors trial.”

“Just doing my job.”

“You do it well,” Alex said. “It’s nice to run into you, Casey. I’ll leave you to your reading.” She drained her drink and stood.

“Good to see you too,” Casey said. “You can stay for another drink, if you’d like.”

“No time,” said Alex with an apologetic half-smile. “Not really.” She touched Casey’s shoulder as she turned to go. Casey pulled out the book and read half a chapter.

---

“Good morning, Alex,” Casey said after waving and slowing to a jog then a halt, greeting the woman on the bench. She’d dyed her hair and cut it, brunette and shoulder length. Alex was not immediately recognizable, and Casey imagined she had a good reason for that. She pulled out an earbud and stretched her legs. It occurred to her a moment too late that Alex may not be interested in speaking to her in the daylight. Alex gave her a wave and nod in return, though, and spoke.

“Lovely Saturday, and I’m actually free. I thought I’d have my coffee in the park.” She held up the travel mug in her hand.

“It’s good to run outside the gym,” Casey said.

“Long loop?” Alex asked. She had a solemn air about her.

“Not too much, six-ish miles. Then the farmer’s market”

“Sounds nice,” Alex said.

“Yeah, should get back to it.”

“Have fun, Casey.”

“Nice to see you.” Casey put her earbud back in and set off again.

---

“Following me, Cabot?” Casey said. She certainly didn’t mind running into Alex, but it was surprising to see her three times in one month, especially the shortest one. Casey wouldn’t have believed Alex Cabot owned any hoodies, but she wore a crimson one and a black beanie appropriate for the cool weather.

“Great minds just think alike,” said Alex. Casey noted the bar of nice dark chocolate in Alex’s basket-- she was holding the same one. Alex’s was joined by a bottle of ginger kombucha and some green grapes.

“Movie night,” said Casey.

“No popcorn?” Alex questioned.

“My friend is bringing some.”

“Ah,” said Alex, “A boyfriend?” Casey couldn’t fault Alex looking for a little gossip.

“She’s a friend,” said Casey, “at least for now.” Alex smirked.

“Lucky lady,” she said. Casey exhaled a laugh.

“I’m not too much of a catch.”

“You’re wrong about that,” Alex said with a palpable seriousness in her voice but a lighthearted smile on her lips. The man in front of her grabbed his bags.

“Find everything okay?” The cashier said.

“I did,” Alex said. She paid, and on her way out said, “see you, Casey.”

Casey wondered if she would.

---

Casey didn’t see Alex again in March, but the woman crossed her mind, and she had thought a couple brunette bobs were her. Seeing her so many times in such a short period was the strange thing, she guessed.

But, Hello, this is Alex, said the unknown number text Casey woke up to on April second. She sat up, unplugged her phone and took a sip from her water bottle. It was beautifully sunny, and she heard birds even through her closed windows. The cat on the other side of the bed stretched her paws, shook her head, and settled back into sleep.

Hi Alex, she replied. To what do I owe this text?

Would you like to get a coffee with me?

Casey considered it for a moment. Was Alex Cabot asking her out on a date? She didn’t want to assume. Maybe she needed help with something, ADA help.

If movie night hasn’t turned into monogamy, that is. A date then. Casey appreciated the casualness of the offer. Why not? She thought. Movie night hadn’t even turned into sex.

Sure, when were you thinking? Casey typed.

I’m free this afternoon.

4 okay? Casey sent a link to the bakery on the corner of her block.

See you, Alex replied.

---

“How did you have my number,” Casey said as they sat down. The day had turned to April gloom as the hours went by, and it was pouring now. People wiped their boots at the door and their glasses in line. Casey took a sip of her cappuccino. Alex seemed tired still, even vulnerable. It did not diminish her beauty, which Casey took a moment to admire. Years later, Casey would remember her bleeding mascara.

“You gave it to me in 2005.” Alex took a claw clip out of her purse and pulled her hair back with it. Casey looked at the silver necklace Alex wore, a simple chain with a square pendant in the middle. She left behind a carmine stain on the lid of her cup.

“I lost my contacts list in the great phone shattering of 2008,” Casey said, by way of explanation. “How’s business?”

“As it is,” Alex said, shrugging. Casey looked out the window for a moment. People’s umbrellas were turning inside out. A woman pushing a stroller rushed to unlock a door across the street.

“And how are you?” Casey dared asking. There was a far away look in Alex’s eyes for a fleeting moment before she took a breath in.

“I’m okay,” Alex said. Casey must’ve given her a disbelieving look, because she continued, “really, I am. I just don’t get much sleep.”

“I understand,” said Casey, and hoped Alex knew she was being genuine. She changed the subject. “This is my favorite coffee in the city.”

“It’s pleasant,” Alex said. “Very cozy.” She tore off a piece of croissant and put it in her mouth. Casey liked seeing her eating, she realized.

“Alex,” said Casey, “I must admit, I’m surprised you asked me out on a date.”

Alex cocked her head to the side. “Good, surprised, I hope.”

“Quite,” Casey said, feeling her ears warm slightly. “You’re very beautiful.” Casey’s fingertips tingled at the sight of Alex blushing.

“I always had a bit of a crush on you,” Alex admitted. “Even back in law school. I thought running into each other so many times was… I thought I should go for it.” Casey had never noticed. She didn’t think of herself as someone people had crushes on. She bit her lip.

“I’m glad you did,” said Casey.

“Me too,” said Alex, and took a sip of her latte.

---

Casey probably wouldn’t have invited Alex to her place if they hadn’t been getting dirty looks from the baristas as they started to close around them. She probably wouldn’t’ve invited her to her place if the rain had let up for more than a couple minutes at a time.

Yet, there they were. Alex Cabot was sitting on her couch with her feet tucked under her. A bottle of wine and a teapot, each halfway empty, sat on the coffee table. Casey flicked the floor and side table lamps on, replacing the darkening evening light. Years later, she would still be able to hear the rain falling on her windowsills.

Alex watched her as she sat down, and suddenly, Casey saw every version of her she had met, yet hadn’t gotten to know over the years. The young student, the brave victim, the sharp prosecutor, and now the woman in front of her; who Casey saw was strong, principled, and dedicated-- not to mention, more alluring by the minute.

“What?” Alex said.

“I would really like to kiss you,” Casey said. Alex nodded.

“Good,” she said, and leaned forward.

---

Casey woke up before sunrise, as she sometimes did. She hated to stay in bed awake, and though she felt a bit bad for leaving Alex alone in her bed (well, the cat was there), she quietly went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. She read on the couch for a little while, and thought of how quickly and deeply Alex had fell asleep beside her, and how much she’d liked it. Alex walked in, bleary eyed, wrapped in a sheet.

“I would have pegged you for a morning person,” she said, “But this is a little excessive.”

“Hi,” said Casey, “good morning. Sorry if I woke you up.”

“That’s okay,” Alex said. She rubbed her eyes and sniffled. Casey must’ve looked worried, because she said, “I’m allergic to cats.”

“You should’ve said something, I would’ve kicked her out.”

“No,” Alex shook her head, “she’s precious.”

“I have Benadryl,” Casey said, though she wasn’t one hundred percent certain where it was.

“I’d sleep all day,” Alex said. “I’ll be okay.” She took Casey’s hand. Casey thought she might benefit from a whole day of sleep, but kept that to herself. She beckoned to the couch beside her. The day began to come in, striped through the blinds. The coffee was done and Casey poured two mugs.

---

It was April again, and they had unpacked the last box last night. Casey listened to Alex hum in the shower. Her bangs stuck to her forehead when she came to the kitchen in her robe. Casey brushed them away from her eyes, held her waist, and kissed her.

[saurgaeee]

CUTEEEE 😖😖😖 Alex Cabot never beating her being downbad to Casey allegations

[indiefrans]

See people saying that casey novak is overrated and i get so upset. What do you mean ‘overrated’ she’s underrated as hell

[saurgaeee]

‼️‼️‼️ I’m gonna fight tooth and nail for this girl

[indiefrans]

literally what were they thinking. Our girly is so underrated

[saurgaeee]

She deserves so much more!

[indiefrans]

See people saying that casey novak is overrated and i get so upset. What do you mean ‘overrated’ she’s underrated as hell

[saurgaeee]

‼️‼️‼️ I’m gonna fight tooth and nail for this girl

[iwoulddieforher]

i prefer... calex fics

hurt/comfort

hurt no comfort

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Voting ended onApr 1, 2025

[saurgaeee]

We deserve fluff calex 🥹

[pmilkshake]

draw these two idiots before i go to bed

[saurgaeee]

😫😫😫 they’re so cute, your honor