#pro bono lawyer baby

[dabigbird]

This comic is based on @ckret2’s 9 chapter fanfic. Please go read it, their characterization f the characters are so cannon accurate that I’m 90% convinced that they’re Alex Hirsh secretly writing gravity falls season 3.

[chaotic-orphan]

The judge

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It started out innocent enough.

Back in the judge’s practising days. A speeding ticket, some juvenile needed a defence attorney and The Judge was working pro bono that day in the 96th precinct, just inside the dregs where it was difficult to tell the police and offenders apart.

A kid with a freshly bruised eye and a tissue stuffed up one nostril of their bleeding nose was half shoved half thrown into the Judge’s room.

“Speeding ticket. Caught him red handed, Judge, said he wanted a defence lawyer anyways.”

The judge looked at the officer then at the kid who couldn’t be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen. Definitely not old enough to start driving, let alone be remanded for it.

“Did he say anything else?” Judge asked, knowing full well the boy didn’t get those bruises from being pulled over.

The officer smiled at Judge, then looked at the kid. “Nothing I could repeat back in court.”

“Nothing you couldn’t beat out of him, eh?” Judge asked with a smile and a chipper tone. The kid snorted while the officer laughed like he was the one in on the joke, and not the one the jab was directed to.

“You get me Judge. Let’s keep it on the DL, yeah?”

Judge saluted the officer and the officer nodded and closed the door. Then Judge settled their eyes on the kid.

“I’m your defence attorney today. This room isn’t recorded or anything so you can say or do anything and most of it will be under attorney-client privilege.”

“What’s privileged?” the boy asked, wide brown eyes staring back at Judge.

“Like, do you know what confidential means?”

“Do I look stupid to you?”

“Do you really wanna ask me that after provoking a police officer to violence?”

The kid stared at Judge now, wide eyes shielded behind this shutter of intelligence. Now he looked closer to one of Judge’s colleagues than an offender. All cold intellect and cut to the bone mentality.

“I’ve never had privilege before,” the boy said sitting back in his seat, tilting his head up and punching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nice. Is it okay if we just bask in the moment?”

“Your time is my time. Take all that you need.”

“Thanks Judge.”

“My name’s not Judge. That’s just what I’m known as.”

“Because you study law?”

“Because I work Pro Bono a lot. Do you know what pro bono means?”

“Yeah,” the kid said. “Yeah I know what that means. Doesn’t explain the name.”

Judge relaxed in their seat, and started spinning their tale. “When I was in college while everyone was off doing internships in law firms and networking I worked in the courthouse. I didn’t get paid or anything, and I think I annoyed the honourable Justice Gleason more than he cared to admit. He took me under his wing anyways and as I worked with him, he introduced me to the world of pro bono cases. People in need. Usually people from the dregs…”

“Here, here!” The kid said and Judge smiled.

“Exactly. I found pro bono work more satisfying than corporate law.”

“It’s because you’re poor too,” said the kid and Judge nearly froze. Emphasis on nearly. Judge had been at this gig for the past seven years. You learn how to not react, but that was the closest Judge had ever come to slipping their mask from their face.

Instead Judge just smiled their coy smile, and asked: “Why do you say that?”

The kid lowered his head and looked judge in the eye. A smile of his own on his face. “You got the brains or whatever. The goodwill. I got an ear for accents. Especially local accents. You’re not some hotshot who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, you’re from the Dregs. It’s the only thing that explains it. Plus you haven’t lost your entire accent, no matter how hard you try to cover it up with a posh city one.”

Judge smiled a genuine smile then, leaning forward, clasping their hands on the table in front of them.

“If you say so,” Judge watched as the kids confidence shattered a bit. The action so minuscule anyone else would have missed it. The hesitance for a fraction of a second. The kid had a good poker face. Judge’s was better. “Now onto your case. Clearly the arresting officer put his hands on you beyond reasonable force. Was this before or after he put the handcuffs on?”

“After,” the kid mumbled. “Waited until I couldn’t fight back.”

“Good. Then I can get your speeding ticket overlooked.”

The kid looked up. Eyebrows knitting together in question, “you don’t want to know if I did it?”

“I don’t care.”

“So you are from the dregs.”

Judge stood up from the table and rapped their knuckles against the door. Then they turned to look at the kid. “Stay out of trouble.”

Judge did get the speeding ticket overlooked and the officer suspended from working for two weeks.

The next time Judge met the kid it wasn’t as smooth sailing as the first time.

The kid was older. An adult now. Around nineteen with stubble lining his jaw and his hair grown out more. He was tall, too. Nearly taller than Judge, but this time it wasn’t a speeding ticket.

And this time he asked for Judge to defend him.

When Judge walked into the room and saw those intelligent eyes and confident smile he knew exactly who he was defending.

“Nice to see ya again, Judge.”

Judge sat down, ignoring the kid. Not looking at him until he was sat across from him. The kids hands were handcuffed to the table and Judge’s stare was anything but warm.

“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble.”

“You did. And I did. Then I got in with a bad crowd—“

“Yeah save the bullshit for a psychologist.”

The boy looked up surprised at Judge’s harsh words then he smiled and sat back into his seat, letting the façade slip from his face. Melting away to reveal the same cold expression Judge was giving him.

“Fine,” the boy said. “Have it your way. I need your help again.”

“I gave you my help. You spat in my face. Get someone else to defend you.”

“You don’t even know what I did.”

“And I don’t care. Nice seeing you again.”

Judge stood and went to the door when he was stopped in his tracks. “I’ve been reading about you in the papers. They say you’re some big hot shot now. Bet they’d love to know where you came from. Your roots. Real rags to riches story, ain’t it Judge?”

“Trying to blackmail me is pathetic. You act as if my colleagues don’t know my background,” Judge said looking over their shoulder and there it was again. The crack in the boys confidence. The same lost puppy look.

Instead of leaving though, Judge turned and leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “You really thought blackmail would make me help you?”

“It works in the movies.”

“Right. This is a movie. Those handcuffs are fake. I’m just an actor. Let’s get coffee while they reset the stage—“

“Ah come off it will ya?! I didn’t mean for anyone to die.”

“And yet someone did!” Judge almost shouted. The boy flinched back into his seat and went quiet. “I left my house today and I didn’t intend for anyone to die, and you know what?! No one did!”

“If you let me go down for this you’re just reinforcing the dregs stereotypes!”

“Look at you and look at me,” Judge said, voice deathly quiet. “You tell me who’s reinforcing stereotypes.”

Judge turned, hand on the handle of the door and the next words out of the boys mouth stunned him again.

“It was a set up,” the boy said quietly. “It was meant to be a clean in and out job, for some information for a bloke from the House of Commons… they didn’t say anything about a family being in the house. I didn’t kill them, Judge. You have to believe me. I wouldn’t. For fuck sakes there was a little girl there— it wasn’t my fault. I was set up, I promise. Judge I need your help, please.”

The tension left Judge’s shoulders.

“Again. From the top,” judge said going to sit down again. “Every detail.”

[akkivee]

asian dragons are usually described as vessels of wisdom like they’re creatures who tend to impart a lesson to humans, and that is what kuukou does lol, but greed is typical of western dragons, like they hoard gold and whatnot, so kuukou’s greed for friendships/bonds feels like a western dragon in that sense and it’s neat lol

[junkissed]

pro bono

member — lawyer!wonwoo x lawyer!reader genre — smut, fwb to ?? word count — 1.1k synopsis — you and your coworker jeon wonwoo have been working on this case for months. now that it's finally over, he shows you that "for the public good" doesn't mean that he can't be good for you, too. aka: lawyer wonwoo fucking coworker reader after winning a case smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, prone bone (the title is a pun hehe), creampie (shocker i know!), spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mirror sex, coworkers fwb!wonu, gratuitous descriptions of how wide wonu's shoulders are just because i can notes — requested by @junhuisms sorry this took so long bff </3 — lots of love to @onlymingyus for proofreading !! — probably some legal inaccuracies bc i know nothing about the law i'm just here to fuck the hot man so go easy on me pls. i really meant for this to be a longer fic but it's been in my docs for almost a year and i've been trying to not pressure myself to write a certain amount so i hope this is still able to live up to your expectations :) i know i've been pretty mia recently but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things so feedback is super super appreciated! hope you enjoy! note #2 — tumbly still hates me and is super finnicky about putting my posts in the tags so i haven't been able to use my regular divider image bc it bugs out :(( i've tried everything i'm sorry but pls lmk how you like this new one!

you’d been working on this case for months, and it had been one to make or break your career. weeks upon weeks of research, reviewing documents and studying laws to make sure your arguments were seamless.

the upside to all this work, however, was that you got to know your coworker wonwoo better, who you’d been assigned to work on the case with. and by “get to know him,” what you really meant was “get railed every night after work”.

and tonight, after the trial had wrapped up and the court’s final decision had ruled in your favor, you found yourself where you’d grown accustomed to spending all your nights: in his penthouse apartment, and more specifically, in his bed.

the floor-length mirror in his room was one of your favorite things, because no matter what position you were in or how you were angled, you could always see wonwoo. see his broad shoulders, see his muscles flexing, see his abs tensing right before he cums; and god, it drives you crazy.

but it drives him even more crazy as he fucks you into his mattress, watching in the mirror’s reflection how your eyes are squeezed shut and tears stream down your cheeks onto his pillowcase. 

it’s one of his favorite positions, as you’ve learned over the past few months, to have you lying flat on your stomach as he fucks you from behind. with your body at this angle, he can get so much deeper into you, you can practically feel it in your stomach, and with only just a handful of thrusts he can make you fall apart on his cock in a matter of seconds. 

tonight, however, it’s taken less than that to make you cum. the pride of winning the case has him on a high, and he barely even needed to get you stretched out first. but he did anyway, his face buried between your thighs for what felt like eternity until you were pushing his head away and begging him to stop teasing.

you yelp as he twists his hand in your hair, yanking your neck back so you can see your reflection in the mirror.

your eyelids droop heavily, jaw hanging open as wonwoo meets your eyes in the mirror. “you see how well i fuck you, baby?” he groans, squeezing your hip with his other hand. “taking it so fucking well… i’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t i?”

all you can manage is a moan as tears begin to form in your eyes from the pleasure. you whimper quietly, noises muffled by the pillow as you struggle to catch your breath in between thrusts. you can already feel the burn of another orgasm in the pit of your stomach, and wonwoo’s hands pushing down on your lower back are making it impossible to hold back.

“my good girl,” he coos and he lets go of his hand in your hair, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself as your head falls forward and back down onto the pillow. “don’t hold back those pretty sounds. let everybody hear how you like to celebrate your wins. you deserve it, baby.”

“just as much a win for you— as it is for me,” you manage to gasp out. you struggle to keep your eyes open but you force yourself to, determined to see the way his face contorts in the mirror. his eyebrows furrow as he adjusts the angle of his hips, staring down at your ass, back arching into him and forcing his cock deeper with every stroke.

he leans down over you, caging your body with his own, his mouth brushing against the back of your neck. “we both know you did most of the work. and this… this is your reward.”

“wonwoo—” you moan out brokenly as his hands knead your ass roughly, grabbing at your skin and spreading you apart so he can push into you with more force. you clench around him and he curses, his hips starting to stutter.

without warning he pulls out, rolling you over onto your back. you whine at the sudden loss and at the ache in your muscles, but wonwoo just leans forward over your body to kiss you and suddenly you forget everything you were thinking about. you’re so caught up in his mouth on yours and his hands sliding over your body that you barely even notice when he pushes his cock back into you, never breaking away from your lips as he starts out a steady rhythm, gradually building back up to his pace from earlier.

finally he pulls away, sitting up to put his hands on the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. your breath catches in your throat with each thrust, your mind reeling as you concentrate on the feeling of him so deep inside you, pressing against that sweet spot over and over again.

his broad chest is the only thing that fills your vision as you cum, and your brain barely registers the words that leave his mouth in that deep, gravelly voice you’ve become accustomed to hearing nearly every night. 

“taking every inch so fucking well,” he grunts, forehead glistening with sweat. “god, you look so good taking my cock.” his movements become more and more desperate as he starts to chase his high, his fingers digging into your skin so roughly to the point that you know you���ll find bruises there in the morning. 

still breathing heavily, you whine out his name one last time, sending him over the edge right behind you in a matter of seconds. he lets out a guttural groan, continuing to snap his hips frantically as your walls squeeze around his throbbing cock.

wonwoo chuckles, handing you your purse and helping you shrug your coat on as you attempt to wipe the smudged mascara from your cheeks with your thumbs.

“same time, monday night?” you ask as he walks you down the hall to the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.

he nods, not even making an attempt to hide the grin on his face. “you keep winning cases like you did today, and you might as well just move in. save you the trouble of calling a taxi every night.”

you laugh, knowing he’s not serious but your heart races at the thought anyway. “you keep fucking me like that, and i might take you up on that offer.”

he hums and raises his eyebrows, but you can tell he’s pleased. “i knew having that mirror installed was a good investment.”

you might not be getting paid for taking on pro bono cases, but just knowing that you’re helping people makes up for it. and of course, the compensation you get from your coworker is more than enough to keep you coming back for more. 

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[hellsburners]

thin walls

summary: this new york city apartment has terrible walls! pairing: matt murdock x gender neutral!reader word count: 934 warnings: 18+ warning, masturbation, perv!matt, eavesdropping, mutual masturbation kinda?, sex toy use, neighbor!matt a/n: was writing for a request but this prompt came to mind lol.

masterlist | more matt murdock

Matt Murdock let out a yawn listening to his screen reader, neck aching, lids half-hooded at this point. It was well beyond the night for this lawyer of Hell’s Kitchen. It was definitely nothing new, taking hours doing research for a case. The week has been busy for him, balancing pro-bono cases and bigger cases to pay for the bills, this didn’t even include his nightly duties to the Kitchen. 

Matt was in his dining area with his laptop and tons of paperwork, one earbud on as the robotic voice of the reader blurred in his tired brain. He pauses the audio and rests his face on his hands. The sounds of his neighborhood started to flood his senses, the dogs barking, the couples fighting, the crying babies, it was all making his head hurt. He tries to breathe his way into silencing the noises, purely focusing on blocking them all out when he hears a moan and buzzing sound from the unit next door. He knew who you were, you’ve exchanged greetings before, you even gave him packed food on Christmas day. It was a warm gesture, something that rarely happens in this neighborhood he loves to protect. 

With Matt tuning his senses to the sounds coming from your room he hears what you’re doing clearly. You were on your bed, he heard the way the bed creaks and the way the cotton sheets brush on your shirt, you were completely naked waist down, the vibrating toy in between your legs teases you sex. It was a gift from your friend, you told them it was embarrassing and that you would never use it anyway, but here you were holding the six-inch pink vibrator in your hands. 

On the other side of the wall Matt could hear you spread lube on the vibrating device. He furrowed his brows and removed the earbud to fully listen to what’s happening. Matt knew it was wrong, he purposely intended to only use his hightented abilities for good, not for eavesdropping on your neighbor masturbating. He loosens his tie from the heat starting to burn inside him, unbuttoning the first two buttons from his shirt. He hears your soft moans from you teasing your sex with the vibrator, you try to increase the intensity and you suddenly shudder from the shock of pleasure. At the same time, Matt could feel his own erection form. 

Your mind wandered to the hot neighbor you had, with his red glasses, unkempt stubble, and his soft lips. You wondered what it would feel to have those lips on your skin, the softness of his kisses with the roughness of his facial hair trailing down your body to your center. Your eyes closed as you dive deeper into your fantasy, moaning while your thighs move closer. You were reminded of that time you saw him take a package left on his doorstep with the name “Foggy” written on it. He was only clothed from the waist down with worn out sweatpants with the hems tucked into old cotton socks. You marveled at his toned body, his big arms, his broad chest and his abs. You couldn’t help but stare as he bent down and his muscles contracted into deeper lines making them more defined. 

“Fuck,” you said as you started to put the vibrator in your sex, feeling your muscles tense and give into the sensations. The lube added more ease to the thrusts you were doing to your center. You gripped the sheets as you moaned. In your head the pleasure wasn’t from a toy but from the man in the unit next door. 

Behind the thin wall Matt Murdock was also in the middle of pleasure. He had opened his trousers and was pumping his dick to the sounds from the other room. Your voice starts to pitch higher from the immense pleasure. You muffle your moans with your other hand as you continue to fuck yourself. In a twisted use of his abilities, Matt could single out the  moments the vibrator would go in and out of you. He used that chance to pump his dick in the same rhythm to yours. 

Come on, sweetheart, let me hear your moans, he whispers under his breath, his chest rising and falling. He spits into his cock to give him some lubrication so his thrusts could be faster. You were a whimpering mess, your hand leaves your mouth to play with your nipples. You wanted to call for his name. The name of the man next door. Matt was it? Your orgasm was close. Your body slightly convulsing, tears pooling in your eyes. You wanted him so badly, want to feel his cock as it thrusts inside you. You want to feel him lose himself in your arms. A carnal desire looms over the both of you.

“I want you so bad, Matt,” you moaned. Matt was shocked to hear you moan his name, and how you wanted him. Wanton lust pulses through Matt’s body as he cums. His senses focusing on your beautiful noises, his cum pools on his abdomen as he climaxes.

The tension inside you loosens as you give out your release. You give out one last moan before you fall back to the mattress. You turn off the device and take it out of you. You lay there in your bed, ashamed of what you’ve done. The same way Matt feels. Sin won tonight in Hell’s Kitchen, wherein you and the devil lost yourselves to lust. Matt wondered if it would happen again tomorrow night. 

He grins.

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[paleprincessturtle]

I saw your message about request for Harvey Specter. Can you one where Harvey is little nervous about Reader represents a case. Because she is shy and he thinks that she isn't ready. But she is Jessica's associate. And Jessica and Harvey having a bet about the case, Pro Bono cases. And Jessica suspect that there is a some kind of relationship between Reader and Harvey. You can decide what kind of relationship there is between them.

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the request and I'm so sorry for the delay. Was caught up in the hectic world of thesis. Hopefully, this can do your idea justice. Not gonna lie, I got a little carried away writing this.... Feel free to send me more requests! Enjoy!

Ready or Not

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female Reader

"You want to see me?" Harvey asked as he entered Jessica's room. "I got a case for you. This might interest you." Jessica handed him the familiar blue file. "A pro bono case will interest me?" Hervey closed the file within seconds of opening it. "I can't remember the last time you handled any pro bono case. Do it for the people in need." Harvey scoffed, "You mean for the image of this firm?" A glint of seriousness flashed across her eyes. "The last time I checked, this firm also has your name on the door." Harvey sighed as he leaned back on the sofa then straightened himself. "As much as I want to do it, I'm swamped with Cahill hot on our tail. And the last time I checked, what I'm doing is also for the good of this firm." Harvey looked pointedly at Jessica. He broke the contact and took the blue file once again in his hands and opened it. "This is a weak case, Jessica. I bet you we can only settle for what? $300,000 top. Sexual assault by a medical staff that happened almost 6 months ago?" Harvey closed the file and placed it back on the table. "Just $300,000?" Jessica questioned and Harvey nodded. "How if I can get a settlement more than that?"

Harvey raised his eyebrow. "That means you have to find someone better than me, which is I don't know, impossible?" Harvey smirked and Jessica offered her hand for him to shake. "I can get them to settle more than $300,000 and I get to pick 5 records from your collection." Harvey stared in disbelief. "2" "4" "3" "4"

Harvey sighed, "fine, 4 it is." Harvey took Jessica's hand, about to shake it but Jessica held her hand in place. "Any records I want, no exceptions. And don't hide anything, I'll know." Harvey nodded. "I want the Fabergé egg in your home office," Harvey smirked, only to earn a firm shake from Jessica.

Harvey's day went as busy as it could get. He never really wanted to go home until tonight. He stole a look at his watch. A little over 9. Just a little over 9. He sighed. He definitely has stayed way longer, way too many times. But it felt like 3 am already. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. Donna just went home around 30 minutes ago. He swirled his chair and stared at the cityscape below. He decided to call it a night.

Harvey entered his place with a very tasty smell of chicken and rosemary. He smiled as he heard a cheery hum from the kitchen. "Harvey!" she squealed and wiped her hand on her apron before approaching the visibly tired Harvey. "I've missed you," she said, wrapping her hands around him. "I've missed you more than you've missed me." Harvey looked down at her and smiled playfully. She smacked his chest and turned to walk back to the kitchen. Harvey took off his suit coat and tie. Unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and rolled both his sleeves. He sat across the kitchen island. She poured him a glass of red wine while Harvey looked at her adoringly. She's young, so many possibilities for her in the future. She'll make a good lawyer, he bet. But one thing, she lacks the confidence to be one. "Guess what?" Harvey hummed, encouraging him to continue. "Jessica, FINALLY, gave me my first ever case! The first hearing will be next Thursday." Harvey smiled widely, "Oh, congratulations baby! What case is it?" Harvey asked. "Well, it's a pro bono case. A woman was sexually assaulted by a medical staff. It's horrible." She said as she chopped down some veggies. On the other side of the island, Harvey choked on his wine. She's not ready for this. Not now. "Hey, be careful there." She quickly retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to Harvey. Harvey took a generous gulp before setting the bottle down. "You okay?" she gave him a concerned yet amused look. "Do you think you can handle the case?" Harvey asked. All traces of happiness and excitement were erased from her face. In an instant, Harvey felt the lump of guilt in his chest. "You're right, maybe I'm not ready for the case." she bit her lip, looking down while toying with her apron. "I can't barely piped up when we talked about cases in public. Remember that one time Louis asked about the associates' opinions on a case and he called my name and I just stood there frozen out of embarrassment? Oh Harvey, what would I do when I have to do it in court? With someone depending on me? Jesus, the whole firm depends on me. How will it sound if Pearson Specter lost a pro bono?" she rambled, out of breath. Her eyes were glassy and her brows knitted together. "Hey hey," Harvey stood up and quickly came to her side. "Don't say something like that" Harvey held her in his embrace. "Look at me," Harvey said softly. "I'm not saying you shouldn't represent this case, not at all. You lacked confidence, yes. But this is your time to fix that. Okay? I'll help you. Please, don't ever doubt yourself, and stop crying, sweet angel." Harvey moved his thumbs across her cheeks, quickly wiped newly tears she shed. She nodded as she hugged Harvey. Harvey offered to finish cooking dinner for her but she refused and both of them cooked dinner quietly that night.

"You picked your associate to handle the pro bono case?" Harvey asked as the partners poured out of the room after the usual morning meeting. Jessica was surprised at Harvey's knowledge of this. "I don't think you should let her go alone, representing a case like this. This is a sexual assault case that looked weak. She needs to be confident to convince everyone." Jessica crossed her legs, and Harvey had her full attention. "And how come you can judge my associate better than me?" she cocked her head to one side. "Heard from Donna she got too embarrassed in front of Louis and the other associates." Harvey shrugged, seemed nonchalant. "And I've mentored her ever since. Don't worry, I'll win the bet." Jessica winked as she stood up to leave the room. Harvey stayed in the room alone for some time. Worried shit about the girl he happened to date for the past 6 months. He needed to calm down. No one can find out about their relationship. He doesn't want people to think that she got the place here because she's sleeping with him. But the thought of her girl, panicking in front of the court, worried him more than he cared to admit. Screw the bet, Harvey thought. He needed to prep her for her first hearing to settle more than what he predicted.

A week passed like a blur and here came the first hearing. Harvey told Donna not to tell anyone about his whereabouts, unless it's a life-and-death situation, he doesn't want to hear it. They were in the back seat of Harvey's car. Her hands were all sweaty, her face clad with worry. "We've rehearsed every single night, you won't mess this up. When you feel like you can't talk, remember why you stand there, defending your client. Remember that. I'll be watching from the gallery." She looked up at Harvey and nodded slowly. Harvey smiled and kissed her. "Don't worry, you can do this."

Not long after, Harvey found himself sitting in the front row of the gallery. The judge just entered the room and he could see how tense she suddenly got. She looked back to find her man. Harvey smiled and nodded at her, sending her encouragement. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and it started.

"I come here to collect my present" Jessica came to Harvey's office, announcing her own arrival. "Go ahead, pick 4 records. Anything you like." Harvey gestured at his collection with his hand. "You don't seem defeated," Jessica said, walking to the rack of collection. "That's what a man with balls do when they lose a bet, he owned it," Harvey said, almost smiling. He could buy another hundred of records of what Jessica will take. But the look of his girl when she won the case, he could never buy that. Jessica just hummed, hand rummaging through the records. "Harvey, love, I jus…" Harvey stood up so fast at the sight of his girl entering the room, with Jessica in it. She stopped dead in her tracks, she looked at Harvey, pleading for help. Before Harvey could react, Jessica turned and looked at the young associate. She fidgeted in her place. "I should umm, I should go." She said quietly, ready to run away for dear life. "Harvey, won't you invite my associate in?" Jessica asked, gracefully sitting herself on Harvey's black leather sofa. Harvey motioned her to come in and Jessica gestured for her to sit on the sofa near her. Harvey stood at his place and leaned back a bit on his desk. The room was so quiet. None of them spoke. She looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "How long?' Jessica asked, eyeing the couple. "A little over 6 months," Harvey answered while Jessica nodded. "Jessica, I'm sorry.." she started before Jessica stopped her. "People will spread gossip if they know. I won't. You dating Harvey doesn't affect your performance," Jessica paused and pointed at Harvey. "And you dating my associate doesn't affect your performance either." Jessica leaned back on the sofa, crossing her arms in front of her. "If this works for the two of you, I would not interfere. Just don't get too carried away that could lead to gossip." Harvey breathed a sigh of relief and he looked at her and smiled. Jessica stood up and she quickly followed. Jessica offered her hand and she shook it. "Cheer up, you just won your first case. Congratulation." Jessica smiled genuinely at her and she too, smiled. "Thank you, Jessica." Jessica was about to leave Harvey's office when he called out for her. "Won't you take your records?" Jessica looked back, "I got what I wanted. Now go home, and take your girlfriend to dinner. It's her first win." Jessica strode away, her red soles clacking loudly across the empty hallway, as she smiled to herself thinking that Harvey thought he could hide such things from her.

Meanwhile, in Harvey's office, the both of them looked at each other and laughed. Laughed out of relief. Harvey was scared that she would be punished for being in a relationship. Jessica wasn't necessarily hyped about it but she's not against it either. Harvey took 2 long strides to get to her girl and leaned down to kiss her. "Come on, the boss told me to take you out for dinner." She giggled and Harvey found himself grinning. "I love you," Harvey said, voice just above whisper. His hands cupped her face. She gasped, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a gentle kiss, "I love you," she whispered against his lips.

MASTERLIST

[mariacallous]

Nighat Dad grew up in a conservative family in Jhang, in Pakistan’s Punjab province. The threat of early marriage hung over her childhood like a cloud. But despite their traditional values, Dad’s parents were determined that all their children get an education, and they moved the family to Karachi so she could complete her bachelor’s degree. “I never really thought I would work, because I was never taught that we could work and be independent,” she says. “We always needed permission to do anything.”

Dad thought a master’s in law might delay the inevitable betrothal, but soon after she completed the course, she found out her parents had arranged a marriage for her. She didn’t mind her new life of domestic chores in a household she describes as “lower-middle class”—that is, until the abuse started. “That’s when my legal education reminded me that this was wrong,” she says. “Our laws, our constitution, everything protects me, so why was I facing this? Why was I tolerating it?”

With her family’s backing, Dad left her husband and filed for divorce. But after years of domestic violence and abuse and with no experience of working, she struggled with a lack of confidence. “I had no idea that women who are divorced and have a child face such difficulties in a society like ours,” she says. When her ex-husband filed a custody case for their 2-month-old baby, Dad wasn’t sure how she would pay for a lawyer. That’s when her father reminded her that she was a lawyer too.

Dad used her degree to win custody of her only child. In the process, she realized how many women in Pakistan were facing years of violence and systemic injustice. But the thing that bothered her most was the digital divide.

Before her marriage, Dad’s family never allowed her access to her own cell phone, and when she finally did get one, her husband would use it as a surveillance tool—keeping track of who she called and who was texting her. She had an escape tool in her hand, but she couldn’t use it. “Going through that by myself made me realize how quickly technology is evolving, and how it’s creating virtual spaces for marginalized communities that might not have access to physical ones,” she says. “Facing those restrictions made me understand just how crucial it is to challenge societal norms and structures around women's access to technology and the internet, so they can use it as freely as men.”

In 2012, Dad established the Digital Rights Foundation, an NGO that aims to address the digital divide and fight online abuse of women and other gender minorities in Pakistan. She began by helping women who reached out to the organization, providing advice on digital safety and emotional and mental support. In 2016—the same year Pakistan finally passed legislation against online crimes—Dad and her team launched a cyber-harassment helpline. Since 2016, it has addressed more than 16,000 complaints from across the country. “Sometimes, the police would give our phone numbers to victims seeking reliable help,” she says.

The DRF’s in-house legal team offers pro bono advice and helps women file and follow-up complaints against their abusers. “In many cases, we were successful in actually getting the perpetrator arrested and taken to trial,” Dad says. In October 2021, the DRF’s legal team helped journalist Asma Shirazi win a landmark case in the Islamabad High Court against broadcaster ARY News, after she became the target of a coordinated troll campaign which was exacerbated by a false story aired on the channel.

“If an organization like the DRF had existed when I was facing my own issues, I would have felt so much more supported—knowing there was someone to guide me legally and help me navigate the complexities,” she says. “My abuse started with surveillance, and if I had someone to talk to back then, I might have avoided the deep depression that followed. I might not have ended up in such a miserable situation.”

Today, Dad and the DRF are helping to steer global conversations about tech policy reform. She recently joined the United Nations’ AI Advisory Board, and was a founder member of Meta’s Oversight Board, which acts as an independent platform for people to appeal decisions made by the social media giant. “The emerging tech space is mostly driven by big Western companies and governments, leaving out civil society NGOs from the Global South,” she says. “This puts us far behind in global AI governance, always playing catch-up in a fast-moving world. If we’re not part of the conversation, the gap just keeps widening. It’s about reminding the powerful that they can’t win this race alone—they have a responsibility to include the rest of the world, especially those without the same resources.”

[nyierys]

The official election counter is not over yet, that being said if you live in a red state and can not afford to move to a blue state or out of the country here’s what I recommend you to do.

If anyone asks your political party or sexual orientation and they are not someone you know and trust, LIE like your life depends on it.

Grow your own produce, get all your vaccines, and consider going plant based as the FDA regulations are going to change drastically.

Home school your children, get all the books that they’re going to ban and home school them babies.

Organize in your communities.

Plan B lasts for 5 years, stock up on it. Same with condoms, and Abortion pills that can be delivered to you discreetly to any state. No one has to know.

Start saving an emergency fund in the event that you have to head to a blue state for life saving care. On top of that make sure you have a form of transportation if you do not already.

If you or someone you know is trans or LGBTQ in a red state no they are not!

Get into contact with immigration lawyers, a lot of them do pro bono work. It is not illegal to be on stolen land. You have rights.

Wear your KN95, N95, or medical grade masks. I’m serious, there’s gonna be so much more than flus and Covid in the air. Use hand sanitizer, germ killing spray, and wash your hands.

Buy locally if you can, even better if you learn to grocery shop in bulk and cook especially if you’re on Foodstamps.

I know it’s heartbreaking to say but save money anyway you can and budget.

[shesthespinstersimmer]

Graduates (5)🎓

Abeba Girma

Valedictorian / President, Young Lawyers Association / Broussard Justice Recipient

Abeba has done it again - highest GPA, on the fast track to make Junior partner before she even moved into her desk at the law firm. Her parents, Ephrem and Mazaa are over the moon. 

She will be taking a position in international law to help refugees and people who cannot afford to pay with immigration issues. She also secured a grant so that she can offer her services pro bono. Now to find a home for her and her Fiancée Baldwin.

Baldwin Levesque

Computer Science Major / Young Innovators in Tech Award Recipient 🥇/ Valadictorian

Baldwin has hit the ground running - he’s already begun working for Meditech ™️ and is on the fast track to running his own team. He’ll be creating medical software that will play a role in medical surgery. Needless to say, his mother Xio is beyond pleased. His father Manu and his sister Zora are proud, but expected nothing less.

He and his fiancé Abeba just have one task aside from wedding plans – finding a home.

Micah Broussard

Journalism Major / Writer, Foxbury Insider

He made it, y’all. His parents, Bruce & Esther had their fingers crossed most of the time, but we’re here.

Although he originally wanted to be a sports journalist (if you’ve been following along, you know why… but let’s not bring her up right now), but thanks to his professor, he decided to go down the novelist path, while working for a digital paper in the meantime.

Now that he’s about to be a father, this suits him just fine. It will give him time to bring in a steady paycheck while working on his first book. Lucky for him, there are plenty of writers in the family to help guide him through the process. And Bubbe Ida and his sisters Shalom & Noa pie, of course.

Next up? Finish moving, baby shower, wedding. Possibly in that order. 

Alma Ramos

Journalism Major / Editor-In-Chief, Foxybury Insider / Latina Writer’s Guild / Foxbury

Granted, this is not how Alma saw her Uni experience ending. However, as all writers know, some of the best experiences are the plot twists. And maybe this is just a detour; plenty of young mothers manage to raise their children and have careers. She has a loving, committed partner in Micah, so anything is possible. Not to mention a strong family in her Abuelo Luis, her Tia Benni and her prima Yadira and Ya’s fiancée Ciara.

Previous / Next / Beginning

[fandomnerd9602]

Wolf Spider pt. 3

Sam Carpenter x Spider-Man!Reader

Telling your amazing girlfriend that another masked serial killer was on the loose in New York was not exactly a walk in the park.

“We’re leaving!!” She grabs her luggage bags as Mindy and Chad try to calm her down.

“Baby I don’t know if leaving New York will help” you try to convince Sam.

“As opposed to staying still?” She nearly thunders back. “Sorry honey. I just can’t let anything happen to Tara”

“What about me?” Chad asks, “I nearly became a knife rack last time!”

“But did you die?“ Mindy responds as Anika joins her side.

Tara huffs, “look I’m gonna go get some supplies and then we’re out of here.”

Sam and Tara head out of the apartment as you head for yours. You quickly find your old spider society wrist watch and make a call to your mentor, Miguel.

“sorry kid,“ Miguel sighs, “ this is a part of your canon event and we cannot interfere.”

“then send me my emergency box” you practically order him.

A small cylinder arrives through a portal two seconds later. Inside you can see the swirling black mass as it beats against the container you promised yourself you never go back to this but desperate times call for desperate measures. The symbiote was your best bet.

You begrudgingly open the container and the black as night alien goo latches onto you. It lurches its way up encasing you completely in a solid black suit with a white spider logo but at its center was a skull.

Why? It hisses.

“The family I love is in danger”

Don’t hold me back.

“I won’t.”

How you wished you had gone with Sam and Tara. Ghostface chased them to the bodega and was shooting up the place with a shotgun.

You swung thru the window and fire a tendril shard at the slasher. It cuts through the only black robe but it wasn’t a direct hit. Ghostface fled as Sam and Tara took to their feet. You look down to see that the fiend left behind their mask.

“Are you okay?” You try to ask the girls as the fury of the symbiote rages inside of you.

Chase the killer down!

You make your way trying to help any potential survivors. There was only Sam and Tara left alive.

Detective Bailey and a few officers arrived shortly. “Wolf” the gruff detective shakes your hand, “nice threads”

“Special suit. Violatile” you explain, what you didn't notice was how your suit was reacting around Bailey. It was as if the symbiote was finding itself drawn to the gruff older man.

Bailey and the police officers took Sam and Tara down to the station. While you weren't allowed into the station, you were able to call in an old friend to act as their lawyer, pro bono. What can you say? Your pal Matt Murdock owed you a favor.

Mindy assembled the Core Four plus Ethan, Anika and Quinn at the campus.

"Okay we're now in the sequel, guys, which means new rules" Mindy explains.

"Please don't try to put it in movie terms right now" you groan.

"Sorry but since you weren't with us first time," Mindy smirks, "you're on the list of suspects."

"Don't do that to Y/N, babe," Anika says before hugging you, "I know you're one of the good ones"

Sam rolls her eyes, "Y/N's mine, Anika, remember?"

You give Sam a kiss on the forehead to ease her false sense of jealousy. "All yours Carpenter" you whisper in her ear.

"How do we know that its even anyone in this circle?" Ethan asks, "with the rise of the internet, anyone can have a grudge without much reason. Also I don't wanna die a virgin"

"Can't help you there, Chambers" you joke, earning a chuckle from Chad.

"What if its someone from the last time?" Quinn asks "like someone who went nuts"

"Possible" you explain, "but it'd be a terrible reveal and tank the franchise"

"So Chad's not off the table?" Tara jokes.

"Only for you, Carpenter" Chad tries to flirt only for you to throw some popcorn at him for his terrible flirting attempt.

You had a little dinner over at the Carpenter sisters' apartment. Sam was practically shaking as she held onto your hand. You tried to venture out, she grabs you.

Why are you still here? The symbiote hissed in your ear. Find them, kill them.

You walk out of the apartment and quickly the symbiote forms over you. Sam sneaks out and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Please don't leave" Sam begs.

"That killer is out there" you reasoned. "I gotta nab them before they find you"

You swung out on your own personal hunt. You should've stayed. During a swing, your police scanner picked up reports of screaming being heard in your apartment complex. You swung back to the location only to find everyone minus Quinn, trying to cross between buildings on a ladder. You could see Anika had been stabbed and was severely bleeding out.

Ghostface rocked the ladder and Anika fell. You dived after her and caught her at the last second. Mindy screamed after you as you swung off into the night.

You set Anika down on the nearby rooftop, her breathing slowing down. You put your hand over her bleeding stomach, trying to stop it by any means. "You'll be okay" you try to reassure her.

"Take off your mask" Anika weakly says, "I wanna see your face...Y/N"

"Y/N" you try to speak through your forming tears, "w-who's Y/N?"

"I know it's you"

You hesitate but you remove your mask and offer her a weak smile. Anika weakly smiles back, "I knew it. I knew you were one of the good ones"

Her body goes limp and her eyes shut. "Anika? Anika?!"

You swing her down to the hospital. The EMTs shuttle her body off to away from you as you try to keep up with her.

"It's alright, Wolf" one of the EMTs tries to reassure you, "you did your part."

You could only look on in horror as Anika is hauled off, unsure if you were too late to save her. "Get her to the OR stat" one doctor yelled out as the doors shut on you.

You understood that no one was safe. This Ghostface wasn't playing by the rules. This franchise has changed.

To Be Continued...

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @sonicqaulan @jacelion @jadenyukiyusakufujikiyutoduelist

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Step Out (Face The Sunshine)

by MayQueen517 Single parent Alex has everything going for him - he's got a good job with the Okonjo House Shelter in New York. His son Frankie has just started school. And he has enough free time to take on some pro-bono cases with Luna & Westbrook. Henry, single and not quite ready to mingle (thank you very much), crushes from afar until a baby is left with the Okonjo House Shelter. More precisely: with Henry. Who doesn't know much about babies, to be fair. Lucky for him, he knows a pretty competent single dad. Navigating parenthood, self-discovery, and self-worth, can Alex and Henry find the same orbit? === Alex’s mornings start the same way now. Once, in law school, it would have been: wake up, consume enough caffeine to fund a small country, get in a last minute cram, and maybe kiss his then-girlfriend goodbye to get in extra time in the library. Priorities are different now. ---- Infants, Henry knows, have cries designed to make sure they are noticed because they need other humans to help the person who’s given birth. This is a thing that Henry knows, it’s something the shelter learned in getting qualified for him and Pez to qualify as a Safe Haven in New York. Words: 2621, Chapters: 1/18, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Original Alex Claremont-Diaz Child(ren), Original Child Character(s), Amy Chen | Amy Gupta, Cash (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Single Dad AU, Foster Parent, Slow Burn, no really very slow burn, Alex is a single dad, Henry becomes a single dad, Self-Worth Issues, Found Family, Introducing Frankie, neurodivergent as hell and supported as hell, special interest is dinosaurs, and Henry adores him, Autistic Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, New York Shelter, Lawyer Alex Claremont-Diaz, POV Alternating via https://ift.tt/TczwerM

[coochiequeens]

This is why the west is seeing a backlash against the TQ+.

By Amy Hamm November 10, 2024

Trans activists in British Columbia, Canada, are demanding that a law which prevents dangerous convicted criminals from changing their legal names be repealed immediately.

Social justice legal group West Coast LEAF issued a press release, signed by numerous trans activist groups and organizations, demanding the change on November 7. In their letter, the groups claim that the province’s legislation “harms those most in need of legal name changes, including transgender people, Indigenous people, and survivors of gender-based violence.”

They also state that the “name change ban interferes with the human rights of transgender people to use their chosen names.” In addition to repealing the name-change ban, the groups are also demanding greater access to name change services, and “dignity” for the transgender community.

The legislation at issue is the province’s Name Act, which was amended earlier this year in response to public outcry over child-killer Allan Schoenborn being permitted to change his legal name, followed by a failed campaign to keep his new name hidden from the public.

Schoenborn murdered his three children, aged five, eight, and 10, in 2008. While he was found guilty of first-degree, pre-meditated murder, a judge ruled he was not criminally responsible due to mental illness. Schoenborn is currently eligible for 28-day leaves from the forensics hospital where he is serving his sentence, and may eventually be released into transitional housing in the community. Schoenborn does not identify as transgender.

The 2024 amendment to the BC Name Act ensures that all persons convicted of serious violent offences, or offences against children—even if they are found not criminally responsible—cannot obtain legal name changes. The legislation was proposed by the now-defunct BC United Party, which was the official opposition to the ruling New Democratic Party, under premier David Eby.

Eby held a sizable majority government at the time, but now holds the slimmest possible majority with a strong Conservative Party opposition.

Despite the obvious safety risk posed to the public by enabling men like Schoenborn to hide behind new aliases, BC’s trans activists believe that it is more important for transgender persons with violent criminal histories to have their gender identities affirmed. 

If these activists have their way, criminals like Adam Laboucan, also known as Tara Desousa, would be able to hide their past by making quick and easy legal name changes. Laboucan, a trans-identified male and baby rapist, was the youngest criminal in Canadian history to be designated a “dangerous offender.” His crimes, which also include murdering a toddler, have been documented extensively by Reduxx. Laboucan currently resides in a female prison, with a mother-baby program, in British Columbia. Had his transfer to female prison gone unreported, it is plausible that Laboucan—if ever released from prison—would be able to enjoy anonymity and hide his violent, depraved criminal past from unsuspecting future victims. 

Adrienne Smith, a female lawyer who uses they/them pronouns, also signed on to West Coast LEAF’s demands to reverse changes to the Name Act. In a statement included in their press release, Smith wrote that, for trans-identified persons, “[o]ur chosen names are human rights… This change [to the Name Act] hurts people standing farthest from justice, because it essentially sentences trans people to permanent deadnaming. That is unlawful, and it is wrong. Everyone should be entitled to the basic dignity of a name.” 

Smith is the litigation director at CWHWC Trans Legal Clinic, a business that provides pro-bono legal services to “Two-Spirit, transgender and gender non-conforming people.” In addition to helping trans-identified persons obtain legal name changes, they also offer free hormone and surgery readiness assessments. 

Another signatory, Didi Dufresne, a female who uses he/they/she pronouns, is the director of legal services for the non-profit QMUNITY. Dufresne asserted that the amendments to the Name Act are a throwback to laws that once criminalized homosexuality. “The criminal offenses listed include charges historically used to criminalize queer sex (like gross indecent, incident acts, exposure); charges related to sex work which are constitutionally suspect, and a number of non-violent offenses like breaking and entering or trespassing at night,” Dufresne wrote.

Other signatories include the Canadian Bar Association (BC Branch), PACE Society (which receives federal and provincial government funding), the Society for Advocacy for Gender-Affirming Healthcare, and the Union of BC Indian Chiefs.

In 2019, West Coast LEAF member Devyn Cousineau presided over the BC Human Rights Tribunal Jessica Yaniv hearings, in which trans-identified Yaniv sued female estheticians for refusing to wax his testicles. Cousineau referred to the waxing of trans-identified male testicles as “critical gender affirming care.” 

Premier David Eby has not issued a public response to the demand letter

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brothers Andy and Frank with reader. Reader has a baby. Both are furiously devoted to reader and child as soon as they see her looking lost in a new town. They will do ANYTHING it takes to protect them from her ex. Thank you 💗

It wasn’t the first time he had seen you around town nevertheless it was the first time he had seen you in his office, sitting across his desk. There had been a few times he’d watched you in the cute little cafe & bookstore, pushing your baby in a secondhand stroller looking exhausted and stressed.

Now Andy knew why.

It wasn’t a leisurely visit to his office, it wasn’t anything beyond a simple consultation to see if he could even help you. Though it hadn’t taken long for Andy to assess your situation with your ex, his intuition and skills as a seasoned lawyer to determine how dire your case was.

It wasn’t his astute instincts that led him to believe you were in trouble, it was Frank’s as well. The two brothers, Andy a year and a half older, had been acutely aware of your recent arrival in this small town and both had become invested in your story.

Even if you hadn’t known it yet.

“Pro Bono,” Andy had slid the document across the desk after listening to your story, coming upon a decision to wave any fees, “I’ll take your case for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, I can’t-” cut off by your baby’s crying, you directed your attention to your child whilst Andy signed his name on the document.

You tended to your baby, grabbing their soother and rocking them gently in the stroller. You have them your all, devoting everything you had to them, and that had steeled Andy’s continuing adoration for you.

“Y/N, we want to help you.” Andy had reassured you, the statement releasing some of the tension in your shoulders. “Take the offer, take the help.”

Your relief was quick, it was embraced and short lived before your shoulders sank again and your hands clutched the handle of your child’s stroller.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who can do some house repairs for cheap?” You appeared to be on the verge of tears, nearing the state of a breakdown.

“My brother, Frank, he’s good with his hands. He can come by your place and see what has to be done.” Andy had offered another reassurance, another extension of hope that settled you.

“Thank you,” your exhale was wavering, your shoulders still afflicted with stress and anxiety, though it has lessened, “Mr. Barber-”

“Andy, sweetheart.” He let it slip, crooning as he had. “Just call me Andy. And Frank…we’re going to help you anyway we can.”

It wasn’t just a statement, it was a vow. Andy and Frank, the two of them together, they were going to keep you and your child safe from every possible thing they could.

[apollabarnes]

Oh I'll be happy to ask for more leverage! 💰💰💰💰💰. I can't imagine our team being happy about Athena's rough handling and am intrigued to see their reaction to that. After all the onlynones who rough handle Elliot's friends is Elliot himself🤭🤭🤭

listen, tommy and eliot have known each other for 23 years and the others have known him for 14 years — so they actually think that it's hilarious. also because athena didn't actually do anything to tommy (she's not that kind of woman). he's going to get razzed about it for the next few years for sure!

as for more leverage, here's a snippet of buck spiralling over tommy's lawyer (you really want to see this photo)

💰- we provide... emergencies (meet tommy's bff eliot spencer)

"He studied at Harvard and he does pro bono work for fun. He won something stupid like twenty million dollars for his firm last year." Buck huffed, falling back against Hen's couch. "How did Tommy even meet him?" He asked the ceiling. "What's so cool about him?" "Buck, you gotta stop stalking your ex's lawyer on the internet. They might not even be dating." "He said he was a close, personal friend and that he'd heard all about me," Buck whined, patting at Hen's shoulder. "If Karen's lawyer said that to you, what would you think it meant?" "That something had gone very wrong," Hen said dryly, blinking at him. "What did 'Thena say?" "That the Army was running some kind of drill and forgot to loop the LAPD in." That came direct with the skeptical air quotes and raised eyebrow Athena had said it with. Buck got the feeling the Army didn't tell people things for fun. "I didn't even know he was still working with the Army! Didn't he get discharged before he started at the academy?" "Chim had already been there for five years before I started, and Tommy was there for a year before him." Hen shrugged. "He didn't say anything about it when we were hanging out." Buck frowned. "Why don't I know what he's up to?" "Because he broke up with you?" Hen asked, dropping her head onto his shoulder. "Why do you want to know what he's up to? Isn't he persona non grata in your life?" "You know what he's up to, don't you? I mean, you guys have been friends since you all worked together." Hen laughed. "Buck, listen, yeah, we're friends, but we don't talk about that kind of stuff. I'm still mad at him about it." "Hey, hey, no, don't be mad at him. Tommy's so — he's so cool." "I'll tell you what I told Chim. You can forgive your ex, but I'm your friend and I get to hold a grudge until I die if I want to." "But you're Tommy's friend too! Does that mean you're holding a grudge against me?" "No, baby, of course not. Karen got dibs on that grudge." "Don't ask and I won't tell," Karen said, coming back into the dining room with two cups of coffee and putting them down in front of Hen and Buck. "Drink up you two, we still have dinner with Chim tonight and you're not allowed to pregame your way out of it." "Karen, Karen," Buck grabbed her arm, holding out his phone. "What would you think if this guy told you he was close, personal friends with Hen?" "That she'd forgotten she was into girls?" Karen asked, taking the phone. "Oh, damn. Babe, did you look at this photo? I'm not even into men." "See!" Buck pointed at Hen accusingly. "See, I told you it meant something!" "Karen, I just talked him down." Hen dropped her head into her hands. "Fine, Buck, he's hot—" "blindingly! supernova hot!" "—but that still doesn't mean that Tommy is dating him."

[shiorimakibawrites]

Rooftop Dining (Part 7 of Alley Cat)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! Reader

Word Count:  2286

Summary:  One day you are going to meet Daredevil somewhere besides the roof. Today is not that day.

Warning(s): Mentions of ableism, mild swearing, sickeningly sweet fluff

Series Masterlist

Rooftop Dining

by Shiori_Makiba

You decided to make an appointment with Nelson & Murdock the next day. First because you had no idea when the detectives would want to question you again and therefore wanted to get your lawyer lined up as soon as possible. Second because you weren't going to present this firm as a viable alternative to the pro bono clients of Lee, Everett, & Kirby without actually meeting them.

It wasn't because you didn't trust Daredevil's recommendation. You did. But those clients were often quite desperate and you felt you owed them the due diligence of verifying the information.

So far it was looking promising. Their website didn't give specific payment information, only stated that retainer fee or contingency percentage was determined on a case-by-case basis. However many the reviews you found by previous clients mentioned how reasonable retainer or contingency fees were, found the firm upfront about they are charging and why. Assuming they were charged at all. There were many pro bono clients in both criminal and civil cases.

If these reviews were accurate, Nelson and Murdock weren't in this for the money.

And they easily could have been, if they wanted to. People who graduated at the top of their classes at Columbia Law School would have no shortage of offers from big law firms. Well, Nelson would have no shortage of offers. You knew big law well enough to know that several firms wouldn't have extended to an offer to Murdock because they would have considered making accommodations for his disability too much of a hassle. They would have pretended otherwise if asked but that would be the reason.

But not all of them. Murdock still would have plenty of offers to choose from. The point was that if they had wanted to, they could easily have gotten jobs at a big law firm with a good salary and started working their way up to partner and the big money. Evidently neither of them wanted that since they opened their own firm very shortly after law school. There had apparently been some hiccups in the first few years with the firm even closing briefly.

You weren't too surprised by this. Law school doesn't actually teach you how to be a trial attorney and with no more experienced mentor, they would have been learning those skills via trial and error. Mostly error if your experience with baby attorneys was any indication. That they tried tackling cases as large as the Castle trial . . . and rumor painted Castle as a rather unruly client . . . rumors further speculated that Murdock had something personal distracting him . . . it would be more surprising if they hadn't experienced some kind of serious strain.

Whatever issues had plagued them in their early years, they seemed to have resolved them. The firm and its partners were gaining a pretty solid reputation.

Satisfied with your online research, you dialed the number on the card. The phone rang twice before it was picked up and you were greeted by a cheerful, female voice saying, “Thank you for calling Nelson & Murdock. This is Karen speaking, how I can help you?”

You introduced yourself and then said, “I need an appointment.”

“Let me pull up our schedule,” Karen said. “What day were you thinking?”

“Friday,” you said. It was not ideal since this was Tuesday but that was your next day off. You couldn't travel to Hell's Kitchen and back to the Upper East Side on your lunch break. Not unless you wanted to rush through the meeting, only skim the retainer agreement before signing it and eat lunch while you traveled. None of which sounded appealing.

And you'd probably wind up with mustard on your shirt.

Karen gave a little hum of acknowledgment before asking, “Do you have a preference?”

“Preference?”

“Would you rather have Nelson or Murdock?”

“Oh,” you said. “Not really. Whichever one is available first on Friday is fine.”

“Gotcha,” Karen said. “They collaborated so much that it doesn't especially matter but some of our clients prefer to deal primarily with Nelson or Murdock . . . . I have an appointment slot for Nelson free at two o'clock.”

“Two o'clock is perfect,” you said. It gave you time to run your errands in the morning.

“Two it is,” Karen said and you could hear the faint sound of typing. “Is this a criminal defense matter or a civil matter?”

“Criminal.”

More typing. “Can I have phone number?”

You gave it. More typing and then Karen asked, “Will you need any accommodations? For example, your paperwork printed in braille or large format?”

“No, I'm good,” you said.

“Okay . . . you're all set. Do you have our address?”

“Yes,” you said and read out the address.

“That's us,” Karen confirmed. “We're on the second floor. If you run into trouble before your appointment or need to reschedule, please don't hesitate to call.”

You nodded and said, “Thank you for your help.”

“You're welcome. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” you said and hung up the phone.

Their receptionist seemed nice. Granted, receptionist were seldom anything but friendly toward clients or potential clients. Even when those clients were being downright rude and would deserve getting told off.

The cops hadn't come to question you yet. You didn't think they had given up. Just that they were too busy. The exact details were still unclear but it appeared that the Sinister Six, along with some freelance nutcases, had tried to take advantage of the absence of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, to wreck havoc across Manhattan. Spider-Man, with help from the other street-level heroes, had apparently managed to thwart their plans.

But it still left quite the mess for the police to sort out. Compounding that was, according to the news, some non-super-villain criminals were hoping the cops and vigilantes were too busy to keep them in line and started creating havoc of their own. The trouble had erupted in the early afternoon, not long after your phone call to Nelson & Murdock, and only now at midnight had you stopped hearing the wail of sirens piercing the air.

You worried about your vigilante. One of the news crews had captured footage of one of the nutcases, who was identified as Bullseye, nailing Daredevil in the side with a thrown knife. Luke Cage had knocked out Bullseye before he could take advantage. Then Cage had grabbed Daredevil and both of them disappeared from the battlefield.

You would like to think that Daredevil had gotten treated for his injuries and decided to let someone else handle Hell's Kitchen for the night. But if his stubbornness about his ankle was any measure of his general stubbornness, you didn't have much hope of him being that sensible. Which was why you were on your roof scanning nearby roofs for any sign of him.

“What are you doing?”

You yelped and spun around. There he was, standing behind you. Tired, hurt, and with you actively looking for him, he still managed to sneak up on you.

“Looking for you,” you answered.

He frowned, “Why?”

“I was worried,” you said. “Saw you get stabbed on the news.”

“I'm fine.”

“You fine or normal fine?” you challenged.

His lips twitched into a smirk, “Oh, I've got fine written all over me, sweetheart. I thought we established that.”

Seriously? Was he really doing this right now? You glared at him but it had absolutely zero effect. “Answer the question, Mr. Smartass.”

This only made his smirk grow wider. Part of you was still worried about him but increasing large part of you also wanted to strangle him. All of you found him beautiful even when he was exhausted and bloody and being annoying. It was completely unfair.

“Daredevil–” you started before he held up a hand.

“I'm fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked. The knife missed anything important. And the suit prevented it from sinking in as deep as it could have. All I needed was a few stitches.”

“A few stitches,” you repeated and wondered if his definition of a few was anything like his definition of fine. “And you decided to fight like that?”

He shrugged. “I've fought with stitches before. I usually avoid pulling them.”

“And when you don't?”

“The Night Nurse redoes them.”

“They must love that, redoing their work.”

“It's not her favorite thing,” he admitted and then managed to look a little sheepish. “Especially if I wake her up after a long shift at the hospital.”

I bet, you thought. Whoever the Night Nurse was, she deserved a medal. “She ever suggest that you let your wounds heal before getting into any more fisticuffs?”

His lips twitched, “All the time but she has grudgingly accepted that I'm a terrible patient who will ignore her medical advice if means saving someone.”

That sounded about right. And hard to argue. You had the feeling you won't make anymore headway on that topic than the Night Nurse had so let it go. Time to switch to another subject.

“Did you eat?” you asked.

“What?” he asked. Apparently he wasn't expecting that particular question.

“Did you eat? In between the fisticuffs and getting stitches, have you had anything to eat?”

“Why” he answered.

“Was lunch the last meal you had?” you answered his question with a question.

“Why?” he repeated.

“I have sandwiches, cookies,” you said and held up the shopping bag you have prepared earlier. “And apple juice.”

“Apple juice, how fancy.”

“Very fancy,” you said. “I sprang for the good stuff. The local organic one that doesn't have twenty different preservatives and dyes on its ingredients list. Just apple juice and water.”

“Why that one?”

You looked at him with confusion. “Because you said you had supersenses? And I imagine those chemicals make the apple juice taste weird?”

“They do,” he said, surprised. “You bought that with my senses in my mind?”

His voice had gone soft, the words almost vulnerable. It was a sharp contrast to his usual brash confidence. But it pleased you that he was willing to show that hint of vulnerability with you. It showed a degree of trust that made your heart flutter with joy.

“Yes,” you said. You held out the shopping bag and only a little hesitation, he took it.

“You can eat it at home if you'd rather head back. Just be careful with the parkour, the juice bottles are glass. And don't throw them away when you finish – the store will sell you more juice at reduced price if you return the bottles.”

“Anything else?” he asked as he inspected the rest of the contents.

“Yeah,” you said. “Don't forget to bring me back my Tupperware.”

“Yes, ma'am,” he said with a cheeky grin.

He lifted the corner of the Tupperware and sniffed, humming thoughtfully. “Chocolate chip . . . they don't smell like store cookies.”

“That's because they aren't,” you said. “I made them. From scratch.”

“You didn't have to do that.”

“I like to cook,” you said. “And bake. It relaxes me. And I prefer the taste of my own bread and cookies over anything in the store.”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he withdrew a cookie from the Tupperware container. You watched him bite into the cookie without no small amount of nerves. You were a good cook, a good baker, but you never made food for someone with superhuman senses. Nerves that only grew as he silently chewed.

“Are they . . . bad?” you asked, unable to take the silence.

“Bad?” he repeated, surprised. “Sweetheart, this is one of the best cookies I've ever tried.”

You felt your face flush, both from the unexpected praise and the petname. “It is?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile as gentle as his voice. “Feel free to feed me cookies anytime.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said. “Through maybe not up here.”

“Huh? Why?” you asked, confused.

“Well,” he said with a wicked grin. “I was informed that pigeons poop up here. Everywhere. All the time.”

Your face now flushed for a different reason, you swapped him on the shoulder. A response that only made him grin wider. You wondered if he was this snarky all the time or was just a Daredevil thing.

“Anyone ever tell you that you have a smart mouth?”

“Occasionally,” he said.

Which, judging by that unrepentant smirk, probably meant often. Why were you not surprised?

You felt a yawn coming and tried to suppress it but it had been a long day and you were getting tired so it escaped.

“I should go,” Daredevil said.

“You don't have to.”

“You're tired.”

“So are you,” you said mulishly.

“Let's make a deal. You say goodnight, head down to your apartment, pet Houdini and go to bed and in exchange, I promise to head home without looking to get into anymore fisticuffs, eat some of this lovely food, and go to bed.”

You considered his proposal. It was fair and benefited both parties . . . you nodded in agreement and said, “Deal.”

“Excellent,” he said.

“Verbal Contract. Make sure you uphold your end of the bargain,” you said. “Don't make me have to get it in writing.”

For some reason this made him smile, “Of course. I wouldn't do that to you. Now say goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight sweetheart” you said. He laughed and then did something totally unexpected. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. And before you could react, he had turned and disappeared into the night.

You stood there for several minutes in stunned surprise. His lips had been as soft as you imagined. Your cheek tingled where he had kissed you. Eventually, you turned and head back for your apartment, one hand pressed against your cheek.

Maybe this ridiculous crush wasn't so hopeless after all.

End Notes

In no particular order . . .

Point 1: Matt took both me and Reader by surprise with that ending. I was not expecting that at all.

Point 2: I know some of those Marvel characters mentioned have yet to appear in the MCU but one advantage of fan fiction is that I'm not bound by corporate agreements that says you can't use X character because Sony (or whatever) has the film rights to them . . .

And fair warning that I have strained relationship with canon. Mostly because I have firm policy about ignoring it when I think it's being dumb – to paraphrase Nick Fury, “I realize that canon has made it's decision but since it was a stupid decision, I have elected to ignore it.”

I also tend to freely mix canons if I like what the comic / cartoon / tv show / movie did better. I also accept fanon or headcanon in areas where canon is silent or undeveloped or it has violated the being too dumb rule and its other forms of canon have not presented me with a suitable substitute for the dumb thing.

My attitude in this regard is not restricted to Marvel. I feel that way about all my fandoms. Probably why I find fix-it fic so appealing.

Point 3: I have no idea if any such apple juice exists anywhere. I made it and the store it comes up. UPDATE - According to a reader on A03, such stores with juice and the reusing of glass bottles do actually exist through they sell more orange and carrot juice with apple only being available in the fall.

Point 4: I have never called a law office or worked in one so I don't know what information the receptionist collects to set the appointment. Nor could I find anything specific. So I based it on my own experience working as a receptionist in a non-law office. If any lawyer is reading this story and would like offer a correction, please do so.

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End of Year Fic Recs!

I got tagged by @camille-lachenille for this, and boy I havent had time to read fic in a hot minute but this was literally the perfect opportunity to go through my ao3 and tumblr bookmarks again! Also I feel really bad that I couldnt get 5 for the first 3 categories, so pls dont take it personal if I forgot. My tagging system is a mess and idk if it works but if you want more tumblr writing recs go into the "writing that has me foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog" tag I have at the top of my account.! There's so many good drabbles and ficlets i couldnt possibly name them all! Also i likely could have tagged other author's tumblr accs but i didn't feel like looking bc I'm exhausted. I love these all sm

Also I cheated with the self rec bc one is from 2022 but I didnt want to rec only my OC lol

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Beneath a Boundless Sky by @runawaymun — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal.

I am always frothing at the mouth at OCs and world building and this work *and the prev work/part 1 of the series* is SO good

dare you see a soul at the white heat? by millyfaraway — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Lómion is reembodied, but struggles to cope. His uncles try to help.

BABY BOY GETS FAMILY THERAPY ABBY BOY SLOWLY GETS CONFIDENCE AND PUPPY LOVE SOBBIG ITS WHAT HE DESERVES anyway go read

The Last Heir of Fëanor - Part Two by Astrance — 87k — Rating (T)

Summary: This is the second part of the tale of the surviving child of Celebrimbor of Eregion and how she fared through the Ages of the world. From the Fall of Ost-in-Edhil to Imladris and the vastness of Second Age Eriador, the fight against Sauron seems never ending. Plans have been set in motion across the Misty Mountains, but, in Lindon, many tasks await.

Have I mentioned how much I love OCs? This is literally one of the best OCs I've read, flaws and all, and the way the whole thing is written is chefs kiss. Cant decide if I'm sweating from the amount of sobbing I've done with this work *and the previous/first part* or because of the delicious angst.

and rain will make the flowers grow by @swanmaids — 800 — Rating (G)

Summary: Glorfindel and Idril; on the Helcaraxë, in Nevrast, in Gondolin.

THEM. THEM. THEM. That's all I have to say. bUT THEM!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu — 1.7k — Rating (G)

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

Frothing. Gnawing. I love the writing. The angst. Fucking mourning. Gimme all and then hurt me some more.

Babysitting #01 by @lordgrimwing — more chaps likely, atm oneshot

Excerpt: "She brought her children."

"Who did?”

"That Elwing woman, the pro bono case Celegorm talked me into."

Modern!scenario fix with Exhausted!lawyer!maedhros. He's tired and that's very sexy of him. Maglor is secy. They all are. Idiots. But very sexy. Elrond and Elros best boys. No argument.

Dreams of Doom by @camille-lachenille — 3.8k — Rating (M)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

THE ANGST THE LOVE THE TENDERNES THE FORESHADOWING I AM BITING THIS BC I CANT FIND GLASS TO CHEW.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Those Peaceful Hours by SpaceWall — 3.9k — Rating (T)

Summary: At the end of the Third Age, faced with her impending return to the home she left before the sun, Galadriel seeks out the one person who will understand her fears and grief.

It's so well written and the premise as a whole is so great!. Compelling and Galadriel characterisation is just so very sexy to me.

Their oath will drive them, and yet betray them by musing_and_writing — 2.2k — Rating (G)

Summary: Elrond had hours to spare, and if Maglor wished to spend the short time they had together reminiscing, he would not blame him for it. As Maglor began singing, Elrond settled himself across the clearing in his own bed of autumn flowers. Maglor’s voice resounded in the clearing, clear and powerful, just as it had upon his fortress’s ramparts as he pushed back Morgoth’s forces with a Song, just as Elrond assumed it must have echoed before the poisoning of the Trees in his family’s halls as Feanor crafted his cursed jewels.

Hehehehehe cryptid mf with a heart I love it the angst the tenderness it's just so *holds gently* while also *bodychecks maglor*

Double The Baggins, Twice The Took by fogisbeautiful — 138.5k — Rating (T)

Summary: The Baggins twins, Briallen and Bilbo, have spent their whole lives taking care of each other. So when the world outside makes an (uninvited) appearance, only one thing is certain. Not for wizard or king or mountain or dragon will the two of them part. Not if they have one word to say about it.

And besides, as Gandalf points out: It never hurts to have a spare burglar on hand.

I'm a sucker for Thorin x hobbit, and you give me a fic with bilbo's sister who's so lovely characterized? I'll kiss you sloppy style

The One With All The Birds by clothonono — 46.5k — Rating (G)

Summary: Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?

Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

I think swanmaids recc'd this to me once upon the time when it hadn't been finished and I want to kiss their forehead for it. It's so good! Go read bc I lick my screen every time I re-read it.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Bitter end — 6.4k — Rating (T)

Summary: Maglor has one brother left.

Both have one more fight in them.

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

She escapes.

(Series) Old Maggie Took — 7 works — 402k — all Rating (G)

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.