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the fact we’ve only ever seen alex take sandwiches for lunch at work because that’s probably the only thing she can cook is so funny to me

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Season 13- so like... are Alex and Casey sharing the ADA role now?

I mean hey, I'm totally all for it, I fucking love my girls, but I'm just wondering why at any one time, there's only one or the other present in an episode.

They would be SO POWERFUL as a prosecuting duo, I wanna see them interact in the same episode (because omg 6x16 did not do them justiceee).

I just need more Calex to feed my delusions, okay?!

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CASEY FUCKING NOVAK?!?!?!?!

GIRLIE, HOW'S SUSPENSION BEEN?!?!?

I MISSED YOUUUUUU!!!!!

I'm on 12x21 and omggggg I'm so fucking happyyyy

I FUCKING MISSED YOU SO MUCH, I CAN'T BREATHEEEEE

I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S BACKKKKK

MY BABYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

My face hurts because I'm smiling so much, Caseyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

ARGH, I FUCKING LOVE EVERYTHINGGG

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“i’m strong” i say as i tear up watching edits to casey and alex being each other’s counterpart. two ambitious lawyers who pushed themselves too far off the edge that they (almost) lost the one thing they love doing.

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Currently watching 12x17.

WHAT?!?! Not Sonya?!?!?!??! My babessssss, noooooo!!!

I didn't think I'd be THIS sad about her, wtf 😭

RIP to this legend. I'll miss how you always put Elliot in his place and how you read the entire squad TO FILTH with no hesitation every single time🕊.

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EVERY PART OF YOU. calex one shot.

summary: In which Casey struggles with insecurities about her appearance due to a new neighbor's attention on her girlfriend Alex.

It started with the new neighbor.

She moved into the building a few weeks ago—someone young, effortlessly gorgeous, and very comfortable with attention. Casey had noticed her immediately, but more importantly, she had noticed how the woman noticed Alex.

Tall, blonde, striking in the kind of way that made heads turn, Alex had always stood out. It was something Casey had accepted, even loved. Alex commanded a room without even trying. She was poised, elegant, untouchable.

And now, she had an admirer.

The woman—Jessica? Jenna?—was anything but subtle.

She seemed to appear whenever Alex was around, all lingering glances and flirtatious smiles.

And the worst part?

Alex hadn’t noticed at all.

She was oblivious to the way the neighbor leaned just a little too close in the elevator, how she touched Alex’s arm when they passed in the hallway, how she laughed a little too loudly at things Alex said.

But Casey?

She noticed everything.

And with every encounter, an unsettling feeling curled in Casey’s chest—a quiet, creeping insecurity she hadn’t felt in a long time.

It started small, though.

A glance in the mirror.

A fleeting thought.

Then another.

And another.

She had gained weight. Not much, just enough to notice. Enough that her jeans fit a little tighter, enough that her usual blouses didn’t fall quite the same way.

It wasn’t that she thought she was unattractive—or at least, she hadn’t before.

But then there was her.

The neighbor.

Slim. Beautiful. Confident.

The kind of woman who probably never worried about things like this.

And suddenly, Casey found herself comparing.

Did Alex notice?

Had she noticed and just not said anything?

The thought made something in her chest ache.

So she did what she always did when she felt something too deeply.

She distanced herself.

At first, Alex didn’t think much of it.

Casey had been busy, that was all.

Late nights at the office. Skipping their usual morning coffee together. A quick kiss on the cheek instead of their normal, lingering ones before bed.

But by the end of the week, Alex knew something was wrong.

She walked into the kitchen one morning to find Casey standing by the counter, staring at her untouched coffee.

"You're up early," Alex said, pouring herself a cup.

Casey barely looked up. "Yeah."

Alex frowned. Something was off.

She leaned against the counter, studying Casey closely. "Everything okay?"

Casey nodded—too quickly.

"Just tired," she added, offering a small smile.

It wasn’t a lie exactly.

But it wasn’t the truth, either.

And Alex knew Casey too well to miss that.

That night, Alex walked into the bedroom to find Casey standing in front of the mirror.

She was wearing just a pair of shorts and a tank top, fingers tracing the soft curve of her stomach, her brows furrowed.

She looked sad.

And that—more than anything—made Alex’s heart clench.

"Case?"

Casey jumped, eyes flicking to Alex through the mirror.

Alex tilted her head, stepping closer. "What’s going on?"

"Nothing," Casey said too quickly, grabbing a sweater from the bed and pulling it over her head.

Alex’s stomach dropped.

She had seen Casey bare, vulnerable, unguarded in every way possible. They had spent years learning every inch of each other, every scar, every freckle.

And now?

Now Casey was hiding from her.

Alex’s voice softened. "Casey, talk to me."

Casey sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "It's stupid."

Alex didn’t budge. "Try me."

A long pause.

Then, finally, in a small, broken voice—

"I just… I don’t look the same."

Alex stilled.

Casey let out a weak laugh, but there was no humor in it. "I've gained weight, Alex. And I know it’s not a big deal, but—”

"But what?" Alex stepped closer. "What made you think I’d care about that?"

Casey hesitated. Then, quietly—

“The new neighbor.”

Alex blinked. "What about her?"

Casey exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "She’s beautiful, Alex. And she flirts with you constantly. And you—”

Alex’s heart broke.

She reached for Casey, hands sliding gently up her arms. "Sweetheart."

Casey didn’t move away, but she wouldn’t meet Alex’s eyes either.

"You really think I’d want her?" Alex’s voice was softer now, full of something raw. "That I’d look at anyone else when I have you?"

Casey swallowed. "I just... I don’t look the way I used to."

Alex let out a breath, then—without hesitation—dropped to her knees.

Casey’s eyes widened. "Alex, what are you—?"

Alex pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Casey’s stomach.

Then another.

Then another.

Every soft curve, every place Casey had doubted, Alex kissed.

"You think I don't want you?" Alex murmured against her skin. "Baby, I have never wanted anything more in my life."

Casey’s breath hitched.

Alex’s hands skimmed lower, fingers pressing lightly into Casey’s hips.

"Every inch of you is mine," Alex whispered, reverent. "Every single inch, Casey."

Casey shivered, hands instinctively tangling in Alex’s hair.

"You don’t need to change," Alex said, pressing another kiss to her hip. "Not for me. Not for anyone."

Casey let out a shaky exhale.

"Alex..."

Alex looked up, eyes fierce. "You are perfect, Casey. You always have been. Let me show you, my love. Let me show you how much I love you"

And finally, finally, Casey let herself believe it.

Later, as they lay tangled in bed, Alex traced lazy patterns on Casey’s back.

"Just to be clear," Alex murmured, voice heavy with love, "the neighbor could throw herself at me naked, and I still wouldn’t look twice."

Casey laughed softly, nestling closer. "Promise?"

Alex tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze.

She kissed her slowly, deeply, like a vow.

"Promise."

And with that, Casey finally let go of every doubt she had ever held.

Because in Alex’s arms, she was home.

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no, no, no, no, no, don't do this to me 😭

“Vivian! Vivian, you did this! You talked to David, you’re the one who’s shipping him off to Vermont.” Hurt accusation lingered in Olivia Benson’s voice.

“I’m doing it because it’s the best thing for him,” Vivian Arliss shot back. “And I'm his mom.”

“It was always temporary,” Elliot whispered into her ear, not loosening his grip, the only thing preventing her from lunging at Vivian.

“Come on, son,” coaxed the social worker, pulling Calvin away.

“No! I don’t wanna go anywhere!” Calvin cried, launching himself out of the man’s grasp and into Olivia’s arms. She pulled him close, closing her eyes. “Olivia, don’t let them take me! I’ll do anything, please!”

“It’s okay,” Olivia whispered, her voice faltering as she rested her chin on the child’s head. It wasn’t okay. It was far from okay. It was anything but okay.

“We gotta go,” Vivian interrupted, grabbing Calvin’s shoulder.

“No,” he whimpered, clinging to Olivia even tighter.

“Let him go!” Vivian yelled, yanking her son out of Olivia’s arms. “Let him go!”

“Olivia!” he cried.

“It’s okay, Calvin,” Olivia whispered, feeling hot tears spring to her eyes.

“Olivia! Olivia! Please don’t let them take me! Olivia!” Calvin’s screams rang out as he was dragged away from her.

Her vision blurred, eclipsed by her field of tears. How could this have happened? She had let herself get too close again. All she had ever wanted was a child, and as soon as she had one, he was stolen from her. She had merely known him for a short time, but she loved him.

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"OLIVIA BENSON AND HER SON CALVIN BENSON ARE CURRENTLY LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER!! NO SOCIAL WORKER EVER COMES TO TAKE CALVIN AWAY WHILST HE AND LIV ARE BOTH CLUTCHING ONTO EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE!!"

... I scream as they sedate me.

*uncontrollable sobbing*

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THE GREAT BAKE-OFF DEBACLE. calex one shot.

pairing: Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

summary: In which Alex and Casey engage in a hilariously competitive bake-off, dragging the SVU team into their chaotic quest for dessert supremacy.

The courtroom was no stranger to tension, but today’s atmosphere was different. It wasn’t a high-stakes trial or a contentious deposition—it was something far more serious.

A bake-off.

Alex Cabot adjusted her glasses, glancing over the rim at Casey Novak, who stood on the other side of the SVU precinct’s communal kitchen. Casey was armed with a whisk in one hand and a determined gleam in her eye, looking as though she was preparing for a closing argument instead of baking a cake.

“You know, Casey,” Alex began, her tone light but edged with competitive energy, “you didn’t have to challenge me to this. I could have just let you bask in the delusion that you’re the better cook.”

Casey smirked, flicking a strand of auburn hair out of her face. “Oh, I’m not delusional, Alex. I just know I’m better. The team deserves to see you finally admit defeat.”

Behind them, the SVU squad—Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Fin Tutuola, and John Munch—sat at the long table, munching on donuts and enjoying the rare entertainment.

“This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” Fin whispered to Olivia, who nodded, trying to suppress a grin.

“Better than karaoke night,” Munch added. “Though I still maintain my rendition of ‘My Way’ was unparalleled.”

“Focus, people,” Olivia said, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “We’re here to judge fairly. No playing favorites.”

Elliot leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m just here for the food.”

The kitchen itself was a chaotic battlefield. Flour dusted the countertops, and the air was thick with the smell of vanilla, chocolate, and a faint hint of burnt sugar—courtesy of Casey’s first attempt at caramelizing something.

“Is that supposed to look like that?” Alex asked, peering at Casey’s mixing bowl with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s called creativity,” Casey shot back, though she subtly adjusted the mixer speed. “Something you wouldn’t understand, Miss By-The-Book.”

Alex laughed, a melodic sound that made Fin nudge Elliot. “You owe me twenty bucks if they end up together after this.”

“They’re already together,” Elliot replied, rolling his eyes. “This is just foreplay.”

Olivia coughed loudly. “Focus!”

Alex, oblivious to the commentary, was meticulously measuring out ingredients for her signature lemon tart. Every movement was precise, every step deliberate. She exuded an aura of control that only slightly faltered when Casey accidentally bumped her elbow, sending a puff of powdered sugar into the air.

“Casey!” Alex exclaimed, stepping back and glaring at the white streak on her black blouse.

“Oh, lighten up,” Casey teased, though her cheeks flushed. “You look festive.”

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“What are you going to do? Sue me?”

Alex’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “No. I’m going to win.”

The tension in the room escalated as the timer ticked down. Alex’s tart was cooling on a wire rack, its golden crust and glossy lemon filling gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Casey, meanwhile, was furiously decorating a three-layer chocolate cake with an uneven swirl of frosting.

“Five minutes!” Olivia called, enjoying her role as the impartial timekeeper.

“Plenty of time,” Alex said, carefully arranging candied lemon slices on her tart.

“Not enough time,” Casey muttered, smearing frosting on the side of the cake and trying to make it look intentional.

“You’re sweating,” Alex observed, her tone almost sympathetic. “Are you nervous?”

“Not at all,” Casey replied, though she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “Just focused.”

“Uh-huh.”

Finally, the timer buzzed, and Olivia clapped her hands. “Time’s up! Step away from the desserts.”

Alex and Casey both set down their tools, stepping back to admire their creations. Alex’s tart was pristine, a picture of elegance and sophistication. Casey’s cake, though slightly lopsided, had a charming, homemade appeal.

“Okay, judges,” Olivia said, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

The squad took their roles seriously, sampling each dessert with exaggerated deliberation. Munch insisted on taking detailed notes, though no one could decipher his handwriting. Fin declared himself the “official frosting inspector,” while Elliot focused on the texture of the tart crust.

“This is incredible,” Olivia said, savoring a bite of Alex’s tart. “It’s tangy, sweet, and the crust is perfect.”

“Of course it is,” Alex said, folding her arms and smirking at Casey. “I told you.”

Casey rolled her eyes but grinned. “Try the cake, Benson. You’ll change your tune.”

Olivia obliged, cutting into the cake and taking a bite. Her eyes widened. “Wow. This is—”

“Delicious,” Fin finished, reaching for another slice. “You might be onto something, Novak.”

Alex frowned, leaning closer to inspect the cake. “What did you put in the frosting?”

“Secret ingredient,” Casey said smugly. “You’ll never guess.”

“It’s bourbon,” Munch said, sniffing the frosting. “Good choice.”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “You spiked your frosting?”

“It’s called innovation,” Casey replied, her tone innocent.

The debate raged on for nearly half an hour, with the squad divided over which dessert deserved the title of “Best Bake.” In the end, Olivia called for a tie, much to Alex and Casey’s mutual dismay.

“This isn’t over,” Alex said as they cleaned up the kitchen.

“Agreed,” Casey replied, nudging Alex with her shoulder. “But admit it—you had fun.”

Alex sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe a little.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

As the squad filed out, leaving the two attorneys alone in the kitchen, Alex turned to Casey with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Next time, we’re doing something I’m guaranteed to win.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Trivia.”

Casey groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

Casey laughed, leaning in to kiss Alex on the cheek. “Yeah, I do.”

From the hallway, Fin’s voice echoed back. “Pay up, Stabler!”

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HE SIGNED IT "Calvin Benson"?!?!?!?

I'm going feral, I actually can't- 😭😭😭😭😭

Calvinnnnn... you sweet little bean, you are too good for this world 🥺

Also, this is confirmation to me of Boy Mom Olivia Benson, and I LOVE IT

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Not to be dramatic but honey, baby, sweetie, Dana Lewis, how I love you.

Just watched 12x08 and God, i just feel SO bad for herrrr. On the flip side, I am OBSESSED with the running gag that every time Dana is in an episode, Elliot ends up getting hurt, because yeah... why is it so true? 😂

Liv, Elliot, and Dana even joke about it in-universe, lol. I think that's the closest to breaking the fourth wall that this show has ever gotten so far.

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Random gifs of Emma Swan 263/∞

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Liv getting high is one of the funniest fucking things I've ever seen. "I'm not the one who stabbed the captain with a pickle!" 😂😂