*alex And Casey Talking During Their Lunch Break*

Fake Scenarios In My Head #37

Cozy and wrapped up in warm blankets, surrounded by the darkness of the city that never slept, Casey and Alex lay in bed, sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, Alex woke up and sat up abruptly. It took her a second to get her bearings and understand what had woken her. Tthen another wave of nausea rolled through her body, and she felt her stomach clench. Hastily, she freed herself from the blankets and stumbled into the bathroom, just in time to reach the toilet.

Half-awake, Casey groaned as she emerged from under one of the pillows, cracking one eye open and blindly reaching out for her girlfriend. “…’Lex…?” she mumbled sleepily, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, unmistakable sounds from the bathroom cut through the haze of sleep. “’Lex… you okay?” she called into the room, even though she knew Alex probably couldn’t hear her. But before she could decide what to do, Alex was already coming back into the bedroom.

Slowly, one hand still pressed against her stomach, Alex made it to the bed and sank down onto it. Casey propped herself up on one elbow, leaning in a little closer. With her free hand, she gently rubbed Alex’s back. “You okay?” Her voice was still rough from sleep. “Don’t know.” Alex gave a weak shrug. “I just suddenly felt sick.” “Mmh.” Casey scooted a little closer, wanting to comfort her. “S´thing you ate?” Her brain wasn’t awake enough for full sentences yet. Alex just shook her head. “I don’t know what it could’ve been…” Casey rubbed her eyes, and suddenly, a thought formed in her head. Before she could think better of it, the question just tumbled out of her: “Are you pregnant?”

The words had an immediate effect. Alex turned to her, half-amused, half-bewildered . She stared at Cher girlfriend for a few seconds, speechless, studying her face. “What?” Her tone was suddenly much sharper. Casey blinked, confused. “What?” She sat up properly now, torn between worrying about Alex and the overwhelming urge to sink back into the pillows. “Pregnant, Casey?” Alex’s eyes flashed. “Are you joking right now? Because this is not the time.”

“Uh… no!” Casey ran a hand over Alex’s arm. “I’m just worried.” “Casey, do you seriously think I’m cheating on you?” Alex raised an eyebrow. Something else flickered in her gaze. Was that… hurt? It took a few seconds for Casey to even register the question. “What? No! I just… my sister… when she was pregnant… mornings…” She trailed off. Suddenly, her eyes widened as her thoughts clicked into place, and sleep was yanked right out of her system. “Oh!” She sat up straight, and as she realized what she had just implied, her face flushed red.

“Casey, calm down, please. It’s okay.” Alex took her hands, laughing quietly. After a moment, Casey joined in, though a little uncertainly, still blushing. Had she really just said that…? “Lex… I…” Alex lifted Casey’s chin with a finger, making her look into her eyes. “Sweetheart,” she said with mock seriousness, “I’m not pregnant.” They both laughed. And despite the rough start to this early morning, they suddenly felt lighter.

Casey pulled Alex into her arms, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “What can I do? Do you feel any better?” Alex sighed, snuggling closer. “A little. My stomach’s still a bit off. I’ll just try to sleep a little more.” “That’s a good idea,” Casey murmured, already ready to burrow back into the warm blankets—until Alex stopped her. “You’re getting up and making me tea. Chamomile, please. And maybe some toast.”

Casey groaned dramatically. “But that means I have to get up…” Alex leaned back just enough to give her a sly smile. “As the father, it’s your duty to take care of the mother-to-be.” Casey narrowed her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, so that’s how you wanna play this?” Alex grinned. “You better believe it.”

Sighing, Casey kissed her hair once more before finally peeling herself out of the embrace and getting out of bed. “Chamomile and toast, Mommy?” Alex, already burrowed back into the blankets, nodded with an exaggerated pout. “Yes, Daddy!” Casey stared at her for a moment, then shook her head and trudged toward the kitchen. “…Unfair…” she muttered as she left the room.

“more!” the crowd shouts.

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.

BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWD🙂‍↕️

I saw this post and thought of Alex

casey texting twice makes sense

i just know her dms are crazyyy

“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.

pouty season 13 olivia

amelia is obviously so sassy and alex turned her on in every way possible

Amelia’s face ahsbxbshshshhhah

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