Detective Stabler

indie rp blog for Elliot Stabler from Law and Order: SVU

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I’m not back im just Upset abt this:

@squadmcm

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ok so does anyone else wanna talk about how Pornstache attacked Olivia because hoo

[agcntstarbuckarchive-blog]

                  Oh. So this was the infamous Elliot Stabler. She’d heard a plethora of things about him, and now she finally had a face for the name in all of Olivia’s stories. While something about the man’s presence (perhaps it was the pangs of JEALOUSY deep in the pits of her stomach) that unsettled her, she stepped aside completely, nodding towards the inside of the apartment. ❝ Elliot, right. I’ve heard quite a bit about you. You can uh – you can come in and wait for her to get back if you’d like. I was going to start breakfast for us, but……it looks like you’ve got that covered. How thoughtful of you. ❞ So much for surprising Liv when she got home. ❝ I suppose this is an ODD WAY for us to finally meet. ❞

[elstabler-blog]

  The invitation isn’t exactly expected given the way his reception was less than warm or inviting for that matter, but he’s not really going to turn away. If not here, he’d wait outside in the squad car. But, he gives a nod, waits for the redhead to step back and let him past the threshold, and walks in to the familiar sight of his partner’s apartment. “Yeah, finally, huh?” He casts a look over his shoulder, turning around once inside the front hallway. “She never told me she was seeing someone.” Let alone a girlfriend, he thinks, but doesn’t voice. “You got a name, red?”

[xsergeant-archive-blog]

          only a half hour? she stifled a yawn … sure felt LONGER than that.  even so, the short nap provided her with a momentary surge of energy, causing heavy eyelids to become wide open and alert.  eyes shift, and a quick glance at the time on her computer reveals that 1AM is quickly approaching as late night turns to early morning.  ❛ so i guess we’re stuck here … ❜  shrugging, a light laugh slips from her lips; one laced with exhaustion rather than humor.  both her mind and body are screaming for her to go home and attempt to get a decent night of sleep, but her conscious is saying otherwise … she want’s to stay, and she wants to make a dent in this case that seemingly is headed NOWHERE.  ❛ i’m sure … don’t think i’d be able to fall asleep anyways, ❜  a sigh falls, gaze shifting from elliot to the open case file spread over her desk.  ❛ you should go home, see your kids         i don’t think we’re getting anywhere. ❜

[elstabler-blog]

  “Yeah, not the worst thing that’s happened to us,” Elliot jokes, his own laugh joining his partner’s, albeit rather brief. A moment of relief, a pause, a break, anything that helps keep their heads level will always help with a case. Their years of experience speaks to that. He leans back in his seat, legs stretched out now that there’s no one around to be tripped or walk into, and sighs beneath his breath, between sips. “Not like they’d be seeing me come in anyway. Not this time of night.” He adds with a shrug. “At least, they shouldn’t be up anyway.” His gaze meets Olivia’s, brows lifting ever the slightest amount; things have been rough lately anyway, and he’s in no mood to face that. “So, any word back about our witness? Something’s just not adding up about his story with the facts we’ve got.”

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                     A FORCED LAUGH was elicited from Dana as she nodded, eyebrows raised – her silent way of thanking him for stating the obvious. As if she needed some stranger to keep her up to date on the ins and outs of Liv’s time constraints.  ❝ I know my girlfriend’s schedule, but she’s still not here, ❞ she replied, a hint of an edge to her tone. Keeping the door closed just enough to signal that he wasn’t welcome inside, she stepped aside, arms crossing PROTECTIVELY over her chest. ❝ Maybe I can help you with…whatever it is you came here looking for. ❞

[elstabler-blog]

   His fingers hold to the bag a little tighter, trying to remember if he’s seen this woman before. She’s not a detective, at least, he doesn’t THINK so, but something about her seems vaguely familiar, yet unknown to Elliot entirely. However, the word girlfriend gets thick brows to raise. That’s something Liv hasn’t told him, and he begins to wonder WHY she’s never mentioned it. “I’m her partner. Elliot Stabler,” He says slowly, eyes flicking in a gesture to the take out. “And I was just bringing breakfast after a long shift.”

[xsergeant-archive-blog]

     she’s dozed off                 12-hour shifts are beginning to take their toll; exhaustion comes in waves as she’s seated at her desk and it’s not long before heavy eyelids come to a close. 5 minutes, she told herself, then she’d be back and refreshed and ready to return to work. when there’s a hand on her shoulder, the gentle weight of it shaking her out of the light slumber she’d fallen into, and it’s apparent that the 5 minutes she intended extended into MUCH longer. ❛ how long was i asleep? ❜ her voice, slightly hoarse as she comes out of her state of rest, is quiet as she speaks, hands reaching out to grab the cup of coffee like it’s a natural reflex. she hums a thanks before bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip.  ❛ no, no, i’m fine … a little tired is all, but i can handle it. did everyone else go home? ❜

[elstabler-blog]

   “Well,” Elliot quickly glances to his watch, a little bleary eyed himself but he pushes through, blinking when he realises it’s nearing one in the morning. “Probably half an hour by the time I left and came back.” It’s the truth, he won’t deny Olivia that, but he doesn’t chide or make a remark. They’re all tired, worn out by this case that just doesn’t seem to have any sort of leads for them to take on. He sips his own coffee, glad that such a thing exists even when it’s the middle of the night. Blue eyes flick upwards, a nod following. “Yeah, Captain told’em to. Gotta have someone fresh in the morning, he said.” A pause. “You sure? You look like you could use a night’s sleep in your own bed.”

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@elstabler didn’t ask for anything, but here we are……

                    The knock at the door startled the redhead, nearly causing her to DROP the dish she’d been in the process of scrubbing clean. As far as she knew, Olivia hadn’t been expecting any company, especially not while she was at work. After drying her hands, Dana cautiously made her way to the door, leaning up on the tips of her toes to eye the unexpected visitor – a man who she vaguely recognized ( perhaps from a photo or two she’d glossed over at some point in time ). Finally, she cracked the door open and peered at the stranger, brows knit tightly together. ❝ If you’re looking for Olivia, she isn’t home. Can I help you with something? ❞

[elstabler-blog]

    It had nearly become routine to stop by, check in on Liv on his way home when she had needed time off. Whether it was a drink or food, or whatever, he didn’t mind. They had each other’s backs, and knew what was often needed when work became too much. Still, Elliot almost expected to just be invited in off the bat, bag of breakfast take out still warm in his hand, but stopped short with eyes widening at the unexpected woman who answered the door instead. “It’s her day off,” He said plainly, thick brows knitting together. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else here, either.”

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So to state the obvious, I’m ship exclusive to @xsergeant as my only Olivia to write bensler with, and while there aren’t many who write it, @warpvth is the only Alex that I write a ship with. (because who else loves our trash children so much? :) )

[warpvth]

              “never.” the subtle humor in his voice draws her ire and alex tightens her grip along elliot’s throat. it’s a futile act of denial, refusal to place herself on his level while knowing it’s where she really belongs. she’s just as guilty of baiting him into this dance, challenging him at every turn just because she could, because she enjoyed watching the fire flash in his eyes as he restrained himself from stepping too far out of bounds. elliot was nothing if not easy to push and she was shameless for taking advantage.

             sense memory aches for insistent fingers to draw higher but knows they wont. they never do. it’s a frustrating hunger, but the bunk adjacent to the squad room did not lend much in the way of privacy. not when a handful of officers had watched her follow him in, bickering and bitching all the way. inevitably, someone would stick a curious ear to the door and she was in no mood to explain herself to an ethics committee. i tripped and detective stabler caught me. i’m so clumsy, he’s a true gentleman. no, i can’t explain the marks on his neck, perhaps you should ask his wife.

              alex brings their lips together in another kiss, lingering only long enough to tempt elliot before pushing him away entirely. “if this is your idea of foreplay, i’m over it.” it’s a lie, only so far as to gain a modicum of self-control that would be lost on him if she weren’t careful. blue eyes stay locked with his as she evens out wrinkles in her skirt, daring him to move, to question her. “i might not be so nice the next time you raise your voice to me in front of your captain.”

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  The draw, the allure of it all keeps Elliot coming back, time and time again, even if it’s a short lived escapade with the threat of being walked in on looming over them. The thrill - if he can even call it that - keeps him where he is, eyes drawn entirely upon Alex Cabot. She’s an icy fire, knowing when to strike, and when to tempt and back down, and she gets him in, hook, line and sinker.

   His grip tightens on her thighs, tempting, teasing, if only to mark and leave fingerprint shaped bruises that serve as a reminder - one of this moment, another that he’ll be back to do more than just tease. He’s a man of his word, after all.

  Elliot’s eyes come to a close briefly, letting himself feel rather than just see, but it ends far too quickly for his liking, a brief flicker of warmth in his gut that dissipates as quickly as Alex pulls away, nearly causing him to groan in frustration -- but that would be letting her WIN this round, and he won’t let her. Not yet. Not when he’s this in control. “You’re still here, Cabot.” He mutters beneath his breath, hot and angry, but more so impassioned with the thought of taking her here and now, but he won’t. He likes playing with fire, but he won’t let himself be seen getting burnt. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

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@xsergeant

      “Hey,” A gentle hand comes to Olivia’s shoulder where she’s nodded off at her desk, and Elliot stays close in case she startles, sliding a cup of coffee in front of her when she’s aware that he’s there. It’s been a long night, just the two of them, but he’s more determined than EVER to get through this case, even if it means sacrificing his own sleep - even to go and get coffee to keep them both going while Liv had nodded off. “I got us a pick me up.” His other hand slowly moves from her shoulder before he plunks down in the chair beside his partner’s. “How you holdin’ up? I got this if you wanna go home.”

[elstabler-blog]

hi this is a reminder i love @xsergeant & @warpvth bc w/o them i wouldn’t have made this blog... we are a Squad.... an elite squad, if u will. ♥

[warpvth]

CALL OUT POST FOR @elstabler

1. miss u 2. luv u 3. @xsergeant and i need u please come back

[xsergeant-archive-blog]

     i just want to take a moment to say how much i love @warpvth & @elstabler !!      they are both little balls of sunshine who keep me coming to this blog and i am      forever grateful for their beautiful hearts. ilu <3

[warpvth]

This is so gross I love you.

[elstabler-blog]

i cannot believe this affection.

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disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[elstabler-blog]

                               #SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT                                                     SQUAD

[thesvublog]

[xsergeant-archive-blog]

            ❝ i trust my INSTINCTS. if i don’t have that, i shouldn’t be here. ❞

                                      ind. olivia benson of law & order: svu                                   private & highly selective  //  written by: olivia