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Pregame Rituals:

🌸You’re not allowed to sit on the left side of the couch. That’s her lucky spot. You learned that the hard way during your first Eagles game together, when you got a death glare so potent it made your blood run cold. Now, it’s a running joke—she’ll pat the cushion, smirk, and go, “Unless you want ‘em to lose, babe, I suggest you scoot.”

🌸There’s beer. Not fancy craft stuff. Melissa’s got a case of Yuengling ready to go in the fridge, and she’ll crack open the first one with you while still in her Eagles jersey—#62, Jason Kelce, obviously. She likes her game-day fit just shy of comfortable: jersey, black leggings, hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and eyeliner sharp enough to kill.

🌸She insists on putting out snacks, even if she claims she "don’t got time for hosting." Wings, soft pretzels, and something spicy—jalapeño poppers or buffalo dip. And you help her prep, mostly so she doesn’t burn down the kitchen while ranting about the NFC East.

During the Game:

🌸Melissa is loud. She’s the kind of fan who yells like the team can actually hear her through the TV. She’s up and pacing half the time, gripping a throw pillow like it personally insulted her. She throws her hands up when there’s a bad call and mutters “zebras need glasses” like it's a prayer.

🌸You get pulled into it—whether you care about football or not—because she’s magnetic like that. You find yourself shouting alongside her, repeating phrases she says like “run the damn ball!” or “hold the line, for crying out loud!”

🌸She’s also surprisingly affectionate during the game. She’ll yell at the screen one second, then lean over and kiss your cheek the next like it’s a victory blessing. If the Eagles get a touchdown, she high-fives you and then cups your face dramatically like you were somehow responsible.

🌸If they’re losing? She gets grumpy. The kind of grumpy where she folds her arms, mutters curses under her breath in that South Philly accent, and refuses to talk until they score again. But you always break the silence—usually with a dumb joke or her favourite snack, and her scowl fades into a smirk.

Postgame Vibes:

🌸If they win? She’s practically glowing. She’ll pull you in for a long kiss, spin you around the living room like it’s the Super Bowl parade, and make plans to rewatch the highlights three times. You indulge her, happy to see her so proud of her team— and so smug about it.

🌸If they lose? She sulks for about 15 minutes, then grabs another beer and slumps next to you with a resigned sigh. “Next week. We’ll get ‘em next week.” You let her rest her head on your shoulder, and she softens up—quiet and tired and warm in a way that makes your heart swell.

Little Things:

🌸She taught you the “Fly Eagles Fly” song, and now it’s your shared battle cry. You once sang it drunkenly on Broad Street after a win, arm-in-arm with her and two strangers in green wigs. She still brings it up with a proud grin.

🌸You surprised her with a vintage Eagles snapback once. She wore it for every game that season, claiming it brought luck. It’s still hanging by the front door, her go-to every Sunday.

🌸Every now and then, she’ll look over mid-game, eyes bright, and say, “I love that you do this with me, y’know?” like she doesn’t expect it. You just smile and kiss her, because of course you do.

“You eat yet?”

🌸She doesn’t say “I love you” first thing in the morning — she says, “You eat yet?” as she slides over a tinfoil-wrapped breakfast sandwich she picked up from “the good place, not that tourist crap.” 🌸You open it and find your favourite. No onions. Extra cheese. 🌸You smile. She shrugs. “I know what my girl likes.”

“Stay behind me.”

🌸You’re walking through a sketchy part of town after a late school event. A group of loud teenagers starts acting up, and Melissa subtly shifts to stand in front of you. 🌸“You stay behind me,” she mutters, eyes scanning the sidewalk like a hawk. 🌸You reach for her hand. She lets you hold it, even as her other one’s curled into a fist. 🌸Protectiveness is her love language.

“I told my sisters about you.”

🌸Melissa doesn’t bring just anyone around her family — blood or otherwise. So when she casually drops, “Yeah, I told my sisters about you,” while grading papers, your head snaps up. 🌸“You did?” 🌸“Course I did,” she says like it’s nothing, even though it very much isn’t. “They’ll love you. Or else.” 🌸That’s the closest thing to a marriage proposal coming from a Schemmenti.

“You’re not wearing that out, are you?”

🌸Sometimes she’s blunt — okay, always. But when she frowns at your outfit, it’s not judgment. It’s possessive affection. 🌸“I am wearing this.” 🌸“Not when you’re with me, you’re not,” she grumbles, but pulls you into a kiss anyway. “You’re gonna start a riot in South Philly lookin’ that good.”

“I made extra.”

🌸Melissa doesn’t “meal prep,” she cooks like she’s feeding the neighbourhood. But there’s always a specific Tupperware with your name on it in her fridge. 🌸Sometimes it’s baked ziti. Sometimes it’s meatballs. Sometimes it’s a sandwich from a deli where she knows the owner’s mom. 🌸Either way, she’ll hand it to you with a “Don’t you dare skip lunch, got it?”

“You make me soft, ya know that?”

🌸It comes out one night when you’re curled up together on her couch, half-watching a crime drama. 🌸She’s sipping wine, you’re tracing her hand. 🌸“You make me soft, ya know that?” she says, almost annoyed, like it’s your fault she feels this much. 🌸You just kiss her shoulder and say, “Good. Someone’s gotta.”

“Marone, I love you.”

🌸She does say it sometimes — but it usually slips out when you’ve made her laugh so hard she snorts, or when you’ve stood up to someone for her. 🌸“Marone,” she mutters, hand on her heart like you’ve physically knocked the wind out of her. “I love you, you pain in my ass.” 🌸She acts like she didn’t mean to say it, but she doesn’t take it back.

“If anyone hurts you…”

🌸Once, someone made a comment that crossed a line. You brushed it off. Melissa did not. 🌸She cornered them after school, voice low and terrifying. 🌸You found out when Ava told you: “Yo, your girl went full mafia on that guy. It was hot.” 🌸When you confronted Melissa, she just said, “Nobody talks to you like that. Ever.”

“You’re mine, capisce?”

🌸It’s not a question. It never is with her. 🌸And when she says it, you feel safe. Wanted. Claimed in the best, most protective way. 🌸You grin. “I capisce.” 🌸“Good,” she murmurs, pulling you in, “Now come here and let me show you how much.”

The Lawyer’s Love: Through Protection

🌸When she loves you, she becomes your fiercest advocate — whether or not you asked her to be. 🌸You mention an issue at work over dinner and the next day she’s halfway through your HR policy manual, case precedents already brewing. 🌸“You don’t have to fight all my battles,” you tell her. 🌸“I know,” she says, her eyes softening. “But I will if someone thinks they can mess with what’s mine.” 🌸She kisses your forehead after. 🌸That’s her way of saying I love you — I will always stand between you and harm.

The Quiet Love: Through the Coffee Mug

🌸There’s a mug you love — chipped, faded, too sentimental to replace. 🌸One day it breaks. You’re ready to throw it out, resigned. 🌸The next morning, it’s back in the cabinet — seamlessly glued, with a small post-it on it: some things are worth fixing. 🌸She’s already gone to court, but you sit there holding the mug like it’s a love letter. 🌸She didn’t say the words, but she might as well have.

The Frustrated Love: Through Fights and Forgiveness

🌸Casey is sharp. Her anger burns quick, controlled — unless she’s scared. 🌸When you fight, she paces. Logic vs. emotion, and she’s terrible at letting her heart take the stand. 🌸But after, she always finds you. 🌸Never with grand apologies — just two arms around your waist from behind and a whispered: 🌸“I don’t want to be right. I just want you.” 🌸And that’s her love, vulnerable and raw, peeking through the cracks in her pride.

The Domestic Love: Through Ritual

🌸She always does the dishes after you cook, without being asked. 🌸She’ll run her thumb across your lower back while you brush your teeth. 🌸She folds your laundry just the way you like, even the annoying fitted sheets. 🌸You wake up to her slipping a travel mug into your hand with, “You’ll be late.” 🌸But her fingers linger on yours for one second too long. 🌸That’s her I love you — in every routine, every rhythm you share.

The Protective Love: In Public

🌸She rarely does PDA — not out of shame, just caution. Years in law have made her careful. 🌸But then there’s that one gala. Some colleague’s wife makes a snide comment about “roommates.” 🌸And Casey — calm, cold — just slides her hand into yours and says, “My girlfriend and I will be getting another drink.” 🌸She walks you away without a glance back, thumb brushing your knuckles. 🌸It’s the boldest I love you you’ve ever heard.

The Broken Love: When She’s at Her Worst

🌸After a brutal case — children, loss, too much pain — she comes home and doesn’t speak. 🌸Just takes off her blazer, undoes her necklace, and sits in the dark. 🌸You sit beside her. 🌸“I don’t know how to carry this,” she murmurs. 🌸“I’ll carry it with you,” you reply. 🌸And her fingers find yours in the silence. 🌸Her I love you isn’t about being okay. It’s about letting you see her not okay — and staying anyway.

The Midnight Love: When the World is Quiet

🌸Sometimes, at 2 a.m., she’ll roll over in bed and press her face into your shoulder. 🌸Sleep-heavy, half dreaming, she mumbles, “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” 🌸You hum an answer. 🌸And she adds, “I love you.” 🌸Like it’s a secret she’s been guarding all day but can only release into the dark. 🌸That’s when it feels the most real — bare, sleepy, unguarded.

The Real Love: When She Finally Says It Out Loud

🌸She says it one night when you least expect it — no crisis, no grand moment. 🌸Just the two of you on the couch, your feet tangled, a blanket thrown haphazardly over you both. 🌸“You’re it for me,” she says. 🌸You glance at her. 🌸And she repeats it: “I love you.” 🌸No defenses. No courtroom tactics. No retreat. 🌸Just Casey Novak — all in.

casey novak!

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY:

𖦹 ava coleman 𖦹 melissa schemmenti 𖦹 janine teagues

AGATHA ALL ALONG:

𖦹 agatha harkness 𖦹 lilia calderu 𖦹 rio vidal

CRIMINAL MINDS:

𖦹 aaron hotchner 𖦹 derek morgan 𖦹 spencer reid 𖦹 david rossi

𖦹 emily prentiss 𖦹 alex blake 𖦹 elle greenaway 𖦹 penelope garcia

LAW & ORDER (franchise):

𖦹 olivia benson 𖦹 alex cabot 𖦹 casey novak 𖦹 rita calhoun

𖦹 amanda rollins 𖦹 alex eames 𖦹 elizabeth donnelly

𖦹 bobby goren 𖦹 elliot stabler 𖦹 john munch 𖦹 rafael barba

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