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Something else that haunts me at night from 5×04...👀👀

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Thank you, BD Wong, for always providing us with the cutest pictures of Stephanie.

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loved the alex hc!! i need more for her pleasee maybe about secret relationship but i would love anything tysmm!!

The Secret Of Us

| SVU & Headcanons

Sypnosis — What’s it like being in a relationship with Alexandra Cabot, when it’s only you and her that know?

Note — Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used)

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• — You met Alex when you were a replacement for the defense lawyer she was opposed to, who quit her case because it unjustified her moral.

• — Alexandra Cabot was widely known as the determined ADA who stays unyielding in each case she prosecutes. And you, an attorney she had never met before, comes waltzing to her tenacious self.

• — The arraignment started, and ended with you winning the case with a verdict ever-so positive.

• — Alex was furious, upset that she didn’t win a case she’s been working hardly for, yet her subtle expressionless face gives you a handshake.

• — And all at once, her heart was beating out of her chest as you flash her a genuine smile, feeling your soft hands linger against hers.

• — A year passed, and it’s all she’s ever held.

• — Both of you chose to keep your relationship a secret, or at least private. But it hasn’t stopped you from loving eachother deafeningly.

• — When you two meet at the precinct, it’s mostly playful banter between you two.

• — Occasionally glancing at her blue eyes as she talks to your client, as if you hadn’t left her apartment wearing her shirt in the morning.

• — She would totally be the type of girlfriend who leaves little sticky notes on your desk to remind you of your tasks, or to just write a compliment since she couldn’t talk to you during work hours.

• — And you would be the type to text her all the details about your day, even if you were going to tell her again at your rendezvous.

• — Alex would reach for your hands, holding them when no one is looking. Or placing her hand above your thigh, tracing circles.

• — Not to mention, the discreet meetings when the patience eventually ran out. (How’d you end up on top of the desk?)

• — But behind closed doors, all you’ve had was eachother. May the whole world never know how much clingy could the infamous Alexandra Cabot be, and how you were basically the cure to her insomnia.

• — It’s the subtle actions that make the hiding and pretending fun, you both liked the thrill anyway.

• — One time, you almost got caught.

• — In the café next to the precinct, you were talking about your agendas for the next pending case, when Munch walks in to order a coffee.

• — You notice, and widen your eyes. You assumed the detective preferred tea over coffee, you were wrong.

• — Meanwhile, upon the buzz of the brasserie, the blonde seemed unbothered. Not a single panicked tone in her face as she simply sips her drink.

• — "Well, well. What a surprise. You were this close to biting eachother’s faces off in court and now you two are having coffee?"

• — Alex laughs, "People change, Detective." Her hand gently stirs off yours under the table, taking her glasses off.

• — "Over coffee." You add with a sarcastic smile on your face, bumping knees with the taller.

• — John smirked, seeing the similarity of your highlighters that you used in your paperwork.

• — "Indeed, indeed they do." He chuckles, shaking his head before leaving the cafeteria.

• — Maybe it was best you stayed home.

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AMELIA & ARIZONA in Grey's Anatomy 20.04

AR: Dr Shepherd you need to- AS: Move fast.

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take a chance on me

Alexandra followed the redhead with her eyes, watching in amusement as Casey set her purse and folders down unceremoniously on her desk, settling to her chair with a loud sigh that resonated in their shared office.

"Rough morning?" Alex quipped from across the room as Casey leaned her head back with her eyes closed.

She groaned, "You know it is," she replied almost lazily, her eyes still closed, "The detectives called me in at like... 4 in the morning and I had the greatest time trying to convince Judge Wyler for a warrant at 5. I swear, that man can talk anyone's ear off whenever they have the misfortune of going in his office."

With her eyes still closed, the blonde took the opportunity to admire her colleague's profile: the slope of her nose, the sharpness of her cheekbones, the bow of her lips. She took a generous sip of her coffee and averted her gaze when her eyes started to drift lower, her mouth and throat suddenly dry. It's not a secret that Casey is a very attractive woman and, well, Alex's eyes can't help but appreciate the beauty that's before her.

She stood up and took the extra coffee cup that she bought, bringing it over to Casey's desk, "Here," she said as she set the cup down in front of her and was pleased to see the other woman's eyes lighting up, "I figure you'd need it after the morning you had."

Casey eagerly wrapped her hands around the still warm paper cup, green eyes bright with gratitude as she looked up at Alex, "You're a lifesaver, Cabot," she grinned as she removed the lid, "I owe you one."

The blonde smiled back, a mischievous idea forming in her mind, "You can make it up to me with dinner tonight."

The redhead hummed mid-sip, gently setting the cup down onto her desk once done, "Oh, are we doing take out again tonight?"

Alex rounded her desk and stood directly in front of Casey, her arms crossed as she looked down at the obviously startled redhead. Still smiling, she responded, "No, Casey. I meant a real dinner outside, in a nice restaurant, and a waiter to serve us our food."

Casey blinked owlishly for a few seconds and Alex can literally see the puzzle pieces falling into place in her mind, "Y-you... you meant like a... date?" She finally stuttered out, her hesitation obvious.

Alex nodded, "Yes, of course," she replied patiently.

"Like a date-date?"

"Yes, Novak, like a date-date."

"... a friendly type of date?"

"No, I'm kind of hoping for a romantic type of date with you."

The blonde resisted the urge to laugh when she saw the shifting reactions that Casey was trying so hard to stifle. There was surprise, doubt, glee, confusion.

It was comical and adorable.

It took Casey a few seconds to compose herself before she cleared her throat, effectively cutting through the tension that had occured between them, averting her gaze and her hand waving vaguely at the papers strewn haphazardly across her desk, "I still have a lot of paperwork to do," she replied, "Maybe we'll see before we leave work later?"

Alex shrugged, trying to hide her smirk, "Of course."

She now has a whole day to convince Casey to go out with her.

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With her motions hearing done, Casey finally got back to their office just before noon. With no proper breakfast, motions hearing that took far too long to finish, and two of her motions denied by the judge, she was understandably grumbly and in dire need of food.

Their office was empty when she arrived. It's obvious that Alex got held up in court too, and Casey's thankful that she didn't have to face her just yet. Alex's invitation for a date still stuck to her mind, like a broken record playing back over and over in her mind, leaving her flustered and a bit nervous to face the beautiful blonde alone.

She froze when she noticed a plastic cup of smoothie and a paper bag on her desk. With narrowed eyes, she looked closer at the foreign items left on her desk. Stuck to the paper bag was a yellow post-it, the words "Dinner with me?" written in Alex's elegant script.

She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up her throat. She's been working with Alex for almost a year now, sharing SVU cases between them and, if she's learned one thing about her, it's that she doesn't give up. She opened the paper bag and inside is a club sandwich from the deli a block from Hogan Place, the deli that they both liked. Taking a seat, she reached for the smoothie, and took a sip, a smile taking over her face. Strawberry smoothie, her favorite.

She leaned back on her chair, letting herself relax for the first time that day. Alex bought her go-to sandwich and her favorite smoothie, a fact that she never verbally shared with the blonde but, having seen Casey order these a bunch of times, must have taken notice. Another smile came to her lips as it occured to her that Alex paid attention to what she liked.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all.

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It was closer to 4 when Alex came back from court, a cup holder on one hand and her briefcase on another. Casey was still hunched over her paperwork when she arrived, barely looking up from her desk.

"Hey," she greeted Casey as she left a coffee cup on her desk before making her way over to hers, "How was motions hearing?"

The redhead sighed and put her pen down, pressing the palms to her already straining eyes, "Awful. Two of mine got denied. At least Petrovsky also denied Buchanan's motion to supress the evidence."

Alex scoffed as she pulled out documents from her case, "I'll never understand the nerve of that guy. His client clearly did it - all evidence points back to him."

Casey laughed and took the free coffee left at her desk, "I think he argues just so he could hear his own voice."

She frowned when something yellow caught her eye. Stuck on the side of the cup is another post-it. She plucked it off and read: "You, me, tonight at Da Claudio?"

Casey rolled her eyes, putting the cup down on her desk, "Why do you even want to go out with me?" She said with a sigh, exasperation creeping into her voice.

Alex looked up, startled that Casey was asking her about her invitation. And then she laughed, "What do you even mean? Of course I want to go out on a date with you."

Alex walked over to her desk and stood in front of Casey, mirroring her posture from that morning, "As to the why, well, the list is extensive as to why I want to date you. But, I'll try to summarize it for you: you're kind, smart, and an overall wonderful person. Casey, I admire your tenacity and passion to help the victims, working hard to get them the justice that they deserve, and you're probably the best prosecutor in this building. Also, you're very beautiful and I want the chance to get to know more about you."

Casey blinked, feeling a blush rising to her cheeks, unable to look away from Alex's piercing blue eyes. Her smile was soft and inviting, so different from the ones that she'd give out to other people.

"I'm not the best prosecutor in this building. You are," Casey mumbled, just to deflect.

The blonde's smile widened into a grin, "Then maybe, we should aim to be the best prosecutor couple in this building."

Casey smirked and stood up, stepping close to Alex's space that she can smell her perfume, "Well," she whispered as she leaned close to the blonde's ear, "You'll have to take me to dinner first."

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Did i listen to ABBA on loop while writing this? Of course. Did i proofread this? Absolutely not 😌🙂‍↕️

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Fake Scenarios In My Head #30

The precinct hummed quietly, the soft rustle of papers and the distant ringing of phones creating a steady background as Alex sat across from Olivia, both absorbed in their work. Hours had passed, the day blurring into evening, but neither of them paid much attention to the time. The case had them stumped, and they were determined to find a new lead, reviewing old notes and statements with fresh eyes.

“Look at this,” Alex said, leaning over the desk as she slid a report toward Olivia. Her finger traced a line in the document, pointing to something she’d just noticed. In doing so, the sleeve of her blazer shifted up, exposing her wrist. Olivia’s eyes caught on the pale skin, her gaze freezing as she noticed something unusual. A bruise, faint but undeniable — and worse, it wasn’t just a smudge of color. It looked like the distinct imprint of fingers.

Olivia blinked, unsure if she’d seen right. But as Alex moved her hand again, the light caught it perfectly — an unmistakable mark of someone’s grip around her wrist. Olivia felt a rush of concern bloom in her chest. Who had grabbed Alex like that? Had someone hurt her?

“Alex,” Olivia said quietly, careful not to alarm her, “what happened to your wrist?”

Alex froze, her train of thought cut off. She blinked in confusion, her gaze following Olivia’s to her exposed wrist. For a split second, she didn’t seem to understand. Then her eyes widened slightly, realizing what Olivia was seeing. She tugged her sleeve down, a small flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.

“Oh,” she said, her voice a little awkward, her reaction clearly showing she hadn’t meant to reveal that. She looked away briefly, biting her lip. “That… um, I forgot about it.”

Olivia didn’t miss the way Alex’s cheeks colored. It wasn’t like Alex to be this flustered. A woman so in control, so measured, she rarely let things slip. But this was different. Olivia’s heart pounded with concern, her mind already leaping to the worst scenarios. “Alex, those are finger marks.”

Alex swallowed, shifting in her seat, clearly not eager to talk about it. But seeing the genuine worry etched on Olivia’s face, she seemed to realize she couldn’t just brush it off. She glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot, then leaned back slightly, her voice softer.

“Look, it’s not what you think,” Alex began, still a bit hesitant. She wasn’t someone who shared the details of her personal life, much less her sex life, but in this case, she knew she had to say something to put Olivia at ease. “It’s from Casey.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “Casey?” She felt a jolt of shock, trying to wrap her head around it. Casey Novak? The idea of Casey hurting Alex, leaving those marks, twisted something in her gut. She had no idea what to make of this. It just didn`t made sense.

Seeing the immediate concern on Olivia’s face, Alex quickly added, “No, no — it’s not like that. It’s consensual, Olivia.”

Olivia stared at her, still trying to process. “Consensual?” Her voice was filled with disbelief, and her eyes darted again to Alex’s wrist.

Alex sighed, a bit reluctantly, knowing she had to explain more than she normally would if she wanted Olivia to understand. She glanced away for a moment, clearly trying to figure out how to put it into words. “Casey and I… we’re together.” A pause, her cheeks flushing a little deeper. “And sometimes things get… rough.”

Olivia blinked, the information hitting her all at once. “You and Casey…?” She trailed off, struggling to make sense of this new revelation. Her gaze dropped to the bruise again, and the shape of fingers around Alex’s wrist seemed to take on a whole new meaning.

Alex could tell Olivia was still reeling. Her voice softened, her tone reassuring. “I like it, Liv. The pain. The Control. It’s something I want.” She swallowed, knowing this was probably a lot for Olivia to process, but she needed her friend to understand. “Casey didn’t hurt me in a way I didn’t want. It’s just... sometimes things get a little intense. We didn’t mean for it to leave a mark so visual but... well we probably got carrie away a bit.”

Olivia sat back in her chair, her mind whirling. The idea of Alex, someone she’d always seen as composed and buttoned-up, enjoying this kind of dynamic — and with Casey, of all people — was difficult to wrap her head around. But the way Alex spoke, the calmness in her voice, made it clear that this was not something she needed to worry about. It was something that Alex had chosen, something she was comfortable with, something she liked.

“Okay,” Olivia said slowly, her voice softening as she finally started to understand. “As long as you’re sure… and it’s what you want.”

Alex gave her a small, genuine smile, her blush fading as she saw that Olivia was starting to relax. “It is. Trust me.”

Olivia fell silent for a moment, letting it all sink in. She was relieved, but still, it was a lot to process. Finally, a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “So... You and Casey, huh?”

Alex laughed, rolling her eyes as she straightened the papers in front of her. “Don’t start, Benson.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Olivia teased, her grin widening. “This is big news.”

Alex shook her head, but there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Just don’t make it weird, okay?”

Olivia chuckled. “No promises.”

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“Alexandra, have you eaten?”

| SVU & Headcanons

Sypnosis — How would Alexandra Cabot react if you scold her for not eating.

Notes — Not the topic, but I take requests!

(Female doctor centered, pronouns used.)

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• — This was the question she was afraid of.

• — Alex was aware that she hadn’t, but she wasn’t sure how you knew she didn’t. You were possibly more of a detective than Olivia when it came to Alex’s health.

• — "Technically, I have drank water—"

• — "Alexandra!"

• — Everytime you scold her, you always used her full name instead of the usual petnames.

• — And everytime you do, she just pouts and avoids eye contact.

• — Alex knew she had to take care of herself, despite the heavy workload and her overtime at the office. But amidst the job, she often forgets.

• — Fortunately, you were always there to remind her the importance of doing so.

• — "Sweetheart, you’ve skipped breakfast, you can’t skip lunch as well."

• — You shake your head, your eyes with less disappointment and more concern.

• — The blonde remains silent, but exhaustion was written all over her face with her sulky moping.

• — You feel bad for nagging, you just simply care. Though in Alex’s point of view, she appreciates you for being attentive.

• — "I’m sorry, I lost track of time."

• — She will do anything to get her tasks done in a day, avoiding to bring her work with her to your home.

• — You sigh, searching for something in your pocket, taking out a scapel by accident.

• — Alex let out a subtle laugh, biting her bottom lip to hide her amusement.

• — "You’re such a doctor, should I eat an apple to keep you away?"

• — You glare at her, clearly not in the mood. Yet you bite back a smile, you were such a doctor.

• — "Maybe you should."

• — "I was joking," she said, "I swear I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me."

• — You ran your hands through your hair, clearly exasperated.

• — "Do you know how many patients I’ve dealt with Polyphagia? Most of them had eating disorders, and most of them just didn’t eat."

• — "Poly— what?"

• — "Hunger. My point is, I don’t want that to happen to you. You can’t live off coffee."

• — Alex pouts playfully, standing up before walking over to you. Her footsteps as delicate as the way she arms hugged your waist.

• — "Forgive me? I swear I’ll eat. In fact, let’s eat out right now."

• — The attorney whispers, and you can’t resist (the way her hands wrap around your body) her apologetic tone.

• — "Fine, just please."

• — She kisses your forehead, and slowly, your features soften at the affection.

• — Alex almost never display affection in public especially in her workplace, you both agreed to that. But when she does, you know it’s genuine.

• — You were savoring the moment, not until she says:

• — "But water does count, though. Dehydration kills faster than starvation."

• — "Are you legit serious."

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Olivias reaction when Casey first shows up will never not be funny to me. She was really about to throw hands with this baby gay ada because she wasn’t Alex

They should’ve just fucked that tension away