#trial attorney anxiety

[remembertheplunge]

The Jury Is Out

"Do nothing because it is righteous or praiseworthy or noble to do so: do only that which you must do and which you cannot do in any other way."

Ursula K. Le Guin. Author

10/17/2006. 7:21am Tuesday

So, what if the jury decided Rogelio's case in the first 10 minutes. Guilty of Count One, First degree Murder? And, the rest of the time, they've been haggling out the the other co defendants and the others walk in some fashion? Will I shake like another defense lawyer I know did during the reading of the verdict in a recent trial? No.

Learn from the burn. Take the jabs you will get from other lawyers. Let it go. In all it's pain. In all it's not knowing anguish (the jury is out deliberating), it's a mere learning tool.

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a little after 3pm

Judge Lacy declares a mistrial. Both counts. My client said thank you to me and to the jury. The vote was 8 to 4 for guilty (8 guilty, 4 not guilty as to the Penal Code 245 Assault with a deadly weapon charge).

Around 12:40pm, Susan, a reporter, calls from the Modesto Bee "Why didn't the District Attorney settle this case?"

The jury never even got to the Penal Code 187 or I guess the gang issues.

excited exhaustion sets in.

No more work today.

Shut.

Sleepy easy.

End of this part of the entry

Note:

I represented a young man in a 4 co defendant First Degree gang Murder jury, trial. The trial ran from June 19, 2006 to October 17, 2006.

The jury was out deliberating for s 3 weeks before they announced that they could not reach a decision. The judge on the case,Judge Lacy, declared a mistrial.

The entries above describe the agonies and extasys the trial lawyer experiences before and after a jury either reaches a verdict of declares a mistrial.

In the 7:21am entry, I am preparing myself pre jury announcement of a mistrial of how I will handle a major defeat. The jury had been deliberating for weeks, but, we didn't know the reasons why.

The 3pm entry was written after the mistrial was declared. A huge relief set in. A mistrial in a criminal case is rare. About as rare as a not guilty verdict. So, it was considered by the legal community at the time to be a significant victory.

Eventually I plead my client out to a manslaughter for 14 years. he was young, so he would see the street again. Had he been convicted of First degree murder by the jury, under the laws at that time , 2006, he could have been sentenced to a minimum of 25 to life.

The 4 men were accused of being Surreno gang members who had kicked and hit a Norteno Gang member after he had been knocked to the ground. A 5th Surreno gang member had shot the Norteno to death while the other's kickrd him. The shooter then fled the country. He was not apprehended by the time that we went to trial in 2006.

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Made the mistake of thinking about the logistics of ace attorney but I came to the conclusion that like, ofcourse everyone is unhinged; you'd be unhinged too if your work expected you to solve murders and prevent people from being falsely imprisoned in the great, long timespan of 72 HOURS PER CASE.

[bioswear]

Also tell me why I had a sudden bout of extreme anxiety and paranoia around 9pm - 11pm last night 🫠 like I had the feeling of expecting someone or something to show up at my door

Like you know the scene in Prince of Egypt when the plague starts and the houses are all quiet and silent and there’s that wispy light of god that spreads through the streets - that’s what it felt like, if I had to pick a media analogy lol

Not to be some conspiracy theorist liberal hippie piece of shit but like… anyone else feeling like something is Off about the election tho

And before anyone who doesn’t have online media literacy goes “so yOu DoNt care that people JjuSt lost their rights” no I do bc I’m one of those people (proud triple minority), and I hate Trump and the American ChristoFascist plague that’s sweeping the nation and the deep rooted misogyny that American men hold for women and minorities. I very much care I’m also just coping lmao

But also something is wayyyyy too quiet about this election

[storiesofsvu]

Forced Hand

Casey Novak x reader warnings: language, regular SVU case details talked about/mentioned, anxiety attack. it's a hurt/comfort besties. A combination of requests that were relatively along the same lines so I put it together into one. Welcome back to the blog Ms Novak, we've missed you! If you don't want to miss a thing, sign up for the taglist here! If you like what you read, don't forget to reblog/comment and always feel free to send in your own requests! They're always open!

You worked homicide, you weren’t supposed to be in a courtroom like this, and you certainly weren’t supposed be on the losing side. Your squad had picked up a case that later appeared to be linked to a string of open cases over at SVU and your captains insisted on working together. A few extra sets of eyes were always a good thing, a fresh perspective on the situation, they said.

What they hadn’t been able to prep you for was the viciousness of the case, and the fact that three of the victims were still alive. The crime scenes had been brutal and you were honestly shocked that anyone had survived through it, you’d been rattled to your core to discover your victims were all girls under the age of twelve. Girls who you had to watch be treated for shock on top of their injuries before retraumatizing them all over again with questioning to get their full stories, children who you then had to spend hours prepping for the brutality of a trial like this.

You were typically good with kids; Casey knew that which was one of the reasons she’d chosen you along with Benson to help her prep everyone. She watched with pride as you were able to break things down from confusing legal terms to something the girls could understand, how soft you were with them, how cautious you were how well you worked with Olivia in reminding them how strong and brave they were for doing this, and that the bad guy couldn’t hurt them anymore.

She also watched how that strong, encouraging façade would drop the moment you stepped into your shared apartment, weariness and exhaustion taking over your features and you turned down dinner and attempted to wash the day away in a too hot shower. You’d eventually reappear a couple of hours later in a pair of sweats and her worn Harvard tee, silently cuddling up to her side on the couch and she’d pass off her glass of scotch for you to finish. She’d put her work away, wrapping it up neatly so you wouldn’t have to see any of the crime scene photos again, urging you to lean into her embrace, pressing soft kisses to your skin and the top of your head until your stomach would let out a growl you’d finally submit to ordering some take out. You never said a word about it, and Casey never once pried or poked around until you said something, she let you go about your day, happy when she would catch you smiling or laughing with someone and she would always make sure she was ready and available for extra cuddles and wordless encouragement. She knew you were struggling, but that you were also handling it, and doing so in your own way, the case was close enough to over that you’d be able to breathe freely again in a matter of days.

However things were looking bleaker and bleaker as the trial strung along. The girls were strong on the stand for Casey, answering properly, detailing what they needed to, not matter how hard it was. When Casey turned around to take her seat again she caught your eye in the gallery and felt her heart tug at the tears shimmering in your eyes and the pain written across your face. What she missed was that pain turning into absolute outrage as the defence attorney started their cross and tore into all three of the victims like he was the devil. He twisted things around, barked out questions too quickly, stepped too close to the witness box, doing everything he could to get at least one person on the jury to side with him. And every motion he made broke down those poor little girls and their families even more. And you right along with them.

Casey lost you at lunch, no clue where you had ran off to when you weren’t in her office when she got there. Still, she knew you’d be there for the verdict, so she grabbed an extra coffee on her way back, deciding to go in the side door to avoid the press. She jumped a puddle as she crossed the street, cursing that she’d left her umbrella in her office, thinking the rain was done for the day. Dodging rain drops she finally rounded the bend to the side door and found you leaning up against the wall, staring down at your feet until you heard her voice.

“It’s raining, you should be inside.” She commented.

“I’m fine.” You replied, and her eyes caught the movement of your hand, hiding it behind your back and she realized you’d snuck out for a smoke.

“Okay.” She stepped up to you, kissing your cheek softly, “don’t get too cold.” She passed off the coffee and you took it from her with a small smile.

“Thanks.”

Her finger curled under your chin so she could catch your eye, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mustered up a small smile, letting her kiss you softly before she disappeared inside.

Finishing your smoke, you stubbed it out with your toe and took a heavy breath, the last thing in the world you wanted to do right now was go back into that courtroom. You didn’t want to know the outcome, wanted to walk away from this forever and pretend it never happened. But you knew that those families were depending on you and your squads to help get them through it, to be the backbone when the verdict was read and help them figure out what their next steps were. There was a reason you preferred homicide.

The surefire grin on the perp’s face was the first tell, how casually he was talking with his lawyer, the nearly awkward, slightly guilty look on the faces of half the jury was the second, the way Casey’s hand tightened around her pen as she chewed on her lip, her jaw tightening was the last. You felt the burning in your stomach start to creep up your throat, your hands shoved into your pockets so no one would see them shaking as the verdict was read.

“Not guilty on all counts.”

Your ears were ringing, you couldn’t hear yourself think much less the commotion in the courtroom, the scared and confused questions coming from the girls as their parents scrambled to try and figure out any kind of an answer. Your vision was nearly blurring and this time it wasn’t from the tears, everything about this was wrong, it was more than wrong and it was disgusting. Someone grabbed your hand and it was as if you had been clapped on the ears and you could suddenly hear the cries of the girl beside you, the terror written across her tiny features as she looked up at you for an answer. You barely heard yourself when you spoke,

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Your chest was suddenly tight, squeezing all the air out of your lungs as pictures from the case began to invade your brain, memories collaborating with imagination, making everything even worse. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening but you knew you couldn’t let it happen in this courtroom.

When Casey heard the door heavily drop shut she instantly knew it was you leaving and her heart dropped into her stomach. A glance over her shoulder confirmed her theories, catching Liv’s gaze with an incredibly apologetic look in her eyes, the brunette nodded, her way of saying ‘I know you did everything you could’ before her head tilted in the direction of the door. ‘I’ve got this, go get your girl.’ Casey didn’t even bother to give the defence the privilege of a glance as she packed up her things and slipped from the courtroom. Unsure on whether you would still be in the building or not she headed toward the side exit, knowing there was a fairly unused bathroom over there that was still close enough to the part you’d been in. She heard the flush of the toilet through the door, the sound of the tap running as she pushed it open, catching you rinsing out your mouth, splashing cold water over your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

You barely even noticed someone else in the bathroom with you, your vision still tunnelling and filled with gruesome, bloody images and the faces of those poor girls while they told their horrible stories. Wiping the water off your face you took a heaving breath, it still felt like there was a cinder block resting on your chest and as much as throwing up had helped, there was stomach acid creeping up your throat, making it burn even worse. Your brain started to race, remembering all the things you’d said alongside Olivia to the girls, encouraging them that it would all be okay, that you’d caught the bad guy, now you were going to put him away. That their nightmares would eventually stop, they wouldn’t have to be scared anymore because he would be in prison, the promises you’d made them, every single one of them turning out to be empty.

“Oh god….” It came out as a half choked sob and you turned toward the window, bracing your hands on the sill as the heavy cries started to spill from deep within you, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

“Hey…” Casey’s soft voice didn’t manage to break through your conscious, but you felt the welcomed coolness of her hand between your shoulder blades and you shuddered, “it’s not your fault.” Her hand began to rub slow circles, “you worked your ass off and did everything you could.”

You tried to form even a single word but you couldn’t find your voice, another choked sob escaping your lips as you started to hyperventilate, completely unable to get enough air into your lungs, feeling even more like you were drowning.

“Whoa, whoa…” Casey’s arms cautiously wrapped around you, “c’mere.” She pulled you flush to her, frowning at the feeling of your heart pounding against your ribs and just how hot your skin was to her touch.

You didn’t struggle, but you protested a little bit, your hands pushing against her arms until she grabbed your wrists in one of her hands, restraining you as she leant forward, pushing open the window as far as she could. You let out a cry, not wanting to be forced to be still but the sudden woosh of cold air was a refuge to your burning lungs and your breath shuddered as you finally collapsed against Casey. Your eyes finally cracked open, tears continuing to trail over your cheeks as the cool breeze ghosted over your skin. You could feel Casey’s heart strumming against your back, slow and steady, a stark difference to yours pounding in your chest, her breath was cool on the side of your neck, breathing calm and even. Her chest rising and lowering slowly, and you were able to slowly match her breathing, calming yourself down and you felt like you could finally breathe again, sniffling as you relaxed in her arms.

“I’m sorry…” you finally whimpered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “you did your job.”

“I’m not strong enough.” You admitted with another soft cry, finally letting yourself turn around when Casey stepped away to grab a tissue. You took it from her but dropped against the wall, staring down at your shoes. “I can’t do this. I’m not good enough for it, I disappointed so many people today. I’m a complete failure.”

Casey’s hand found your cheek, wiping away your tears as she stepped back toward you, “you’ve been completely out of your comfort zone for almost a month, there’s nothing wrong with that, but you are not a failure.”

You dared a glance up at her, unsurprised at the complete empathetic expression on her face, “how do you do this every day?”

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve cried in my office.”

“Case…” Your voice softened as the tears finally came to a stop.

“I know how incredibly hard sex crimes is, I didn’t want to be bringing that home to you every day.” She leant in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “you see enough brutalization over at homicide, I don’t need you getting SVU’s baggage too.”

“I am never going to forget the look on that girl’s face….” You were almost talking to yourself, staring off into the distance and Casey’s thumb and forefinger curled around your chin, redirecting your gaze to her face.

“You will.” She assured, “and it is because you are strong, and you are strong enough. Do you know how I know why?” You shook your head, “because I see the cases that you bring home, the trials you’ve sat through, the amount of times you’ve taken down a perp, dismantled a defence attorney during a cross. You’re not used to living victims, and that is completely okay. Days like today will absolutely rip you to shreds and make you think that you aren’t cut out for it, but you’re going to wipe these tears, keep that pretty little chin up and come out even stronger on the other side. Okay?”

You nodded meekly, trying to hold back any remaining tears as Casey wrapped her arms tightly around you, tucking you into the crook of her shoulder as you finally relaxed into the embrace. She held you for as long as you needed, leaving tender kisses on the top of your hair and your temple, hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re incredible baby, don’t even forget that.” She murmured, “you were forced to try your hand at a new thing and now we know it’s not for you. You’re still an incredible rockstar when it comes to homicide and come Monday that’s what you get to go back to doing. Promise me you won’t let this drag you down too long?”

She pulled away from the hug, her hand brushing a piece of your mussed up hair behind your ear before caressing down the side of your cheek and she left a kiss on the tip of your nose, waiting for a response. You took a breath, finally feeling calmed down enough to feel human again when you finally looked up at her.

“Only if you promise to not keep everything bottled up and to yourself anymore.” You offered and her brow furrowed, “I know you Casey, you wear your heart on your sleeve, someone like you, doing something like this every day? That can’t be easy, I don’t need to know all the details but I don’t want you doing it alone. You shouldn’t have to cry alone in your office when you can come home and cry over a pint of ice cream with some extra cuddles.”

“Okay.” Casey let out a tiny laugh, her lips curving up into a grin, a warmth soothing through her at the sight of smile finally on your cheeks. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Her arm wound around your shoulders, “now how about we get out of here? A pint of ice cream sounds pretty fucking good right now.”

“And pizza?” You asked, looking up at her with a pout and puppy dog eyes and she chuckled again, kissing the tip of your nose.

“The perfect combo. But that doesn’t answer what Disney movie we’re going to watch to forget about today.”

“Mmm…” you tugged your lip into your mouth as you thought, “Emperors New Groove?”

“That… sounds amazing.” She smiled at you, “you ready to go home?”

“Yeah.” You replied with a soft sigh, leaning into her side for a moment before her hand trailed down your arm, linking your fingers with her own and you were finally ready to leave the bathroom. “Casey?”

“Yeah baby?” She glanced back at you, nothing but adoration pouring from her eyes.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

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[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: I changed the name of Enhypen's pack to Enha instead of I-land...feel like it fits better :) sorry for any confusion :/

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: explicit language, fluff, SMUT 18+ MDNI, reader x skz (wonder who it will be), mentions of abuse/sexual assault, hint of Samsung phones (since skz supports? it and can't touch iPhones lol sorry apple users...I was you a few months ago), thigh riding, pet names, praise kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls!), oral, fingering, creampie, aftercare🫠😖

WC: 4681

Chapter 15

Chan managed to actually get some proper rest since he had been inside this cell. The letters of his loved ones and the delicious meal the lawyer provided gave some peace to his anxiety. He slept nearly eight hours before waking up. He was hungry of course, but the food on his plate was cold by now. Not that it looked edible anyways.

He got up, using the restroom as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a bit of a mess but the bags under his eyes weren’t as severe. He washed his hands, craving a shower. 

He took some water to his hair to fix it up as best he could. Then he stretched, ready to start his workout routine for the day. He did his routine of push ups and sit ups, as he’s done the whole time. He had extra nervous energy pent up today as he anticipated the next trial. 

It was a few more hours before a security guard finally arrived. He took Chan to a bathroom where Seojoon was waiting. 

“Good to see you. We have thirty minutes. I insisted you get a chance to freshen up before the trial. I also bought you a suit. So shower quickly.”

“Thank you!” Chan said, hurrying to shower. It had been days and he couldn’t wait to finally feel clean.

Thirty minutes later, Chan was dressed in a suit, ready to face the judges and jury. Seojoon escorted him, standing next to him at the desk. The judges entered, everyone standing. 

“You may be seated.” the main judge said, waving dismissively. ”Alright. We are here to discuss case number 2018325 with Defendant Christopher Bang.”

“You honor, Attorney Park Seojoon. If I may begin.” Seojoon spoke.

“Go ahead, Counsel. Lay a foundation.”

“My client is an exemplary citizen. What happened with his younger brother is a tragedy he’s had to carry his whole life. He’s been judged harshly, blamed for his death and forced to have to relive this day over and over again. It is not fair for him to have to spend his life with this burden, as opposed to grieving and moving on to a healing place. He has a pack of his own, people who are devoted to him and would vouch for his character. 

“No one is born a murderer. Of those who have killed, some of them have done it in dire circumstances. That circumstance usually being ‘it’s me or you’. And this is exactly what he had to face. In order to save himself he had to kill two fellow hybrids. These hybrids were, however, of poor character.”

“Objection! We aren’t here to discuss his victims' character.” It was Griffin Blake again.

“Overruled.” the judge to the right spoke. “Counsel…proceed.”

Griffin rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, your honor.” Seojoon bowed slightly. “Hayes and Milo Carver were part of the Nyko pack, under the rule of Alpha Lewis. They were brothers and, with Lewis’s permission, they abused, sexually assaulted, and neglected three omegas in their care. The omegas were falsely led to believe they were each Lewis’s soulmate and marked by him. They were kept in horrible conditions in the basement of his home with limited access to food and water. They spent their whole time down there, unless being used for the sexual pleasure of the pack or their guests.”

Indistinct chatter was heard from the jury as they processed this new information.

“I have pictures for evidence for the jury, if I may.” Seojoon added.

“Objection! These were not submitted beforehand.” Griffin stood abruptly.

“I’ll allow them.” the main judge said.

Seojoon motioned for the tech to display the photos on the project screen. Gasps were heard across the courtroom as the pictures were clicked through.

“This was what the cell the omegas were held in looked like. Mind you it smelled of piss and mildew down there. And this is the torture room, where they were abused or forced to participate in activities chosen by the alphas or betas.”

“Thank you.” the judge on the left said.

“Objection! Relevance?” Griffin said.

“Sustained. Counsel?” the judge on the left gestured to Seojoon.

“The relevance is that one of those omegas, on a night of being hunted by the two victims, was found unconscious on the Greenridge territory. Mr. Bang’s pack took her in, calling their doctor to come tend to her. It was then, Chan found her to be soulmates to his entire pack.”

“Objection! Everyone knows omegas have one soulmate. Only alphas can have multiple.”

“Overruled. There are rare cases of an omega having multiple. It’s not unheard of.” The judge on the right informed.

Griffin plopped down in his seat with a huff, running his fingers through his hair.

“Mr. Bang and his pack have found their soulmate, and tended to her. She was underweight, malnourished, and skittish. They earned her trust, and she eventually opened up, confessing what her scars hinted at.”

Chan was impressed. Seojoon was a natural with the jury. He was easily winning them over. Where did Minho find this guy?

“This man is not a cold-blooded killer. He’s a pack man. He takes pride and thrives off of caring and protecting others. He wouldn’t kill unless it was the last option. And even then he wouldn’t enjoy it. He is not the man to kill his own brother.”

The jury mumbled away with each other, the judges writing notes down. 

“Mr. Blake, do you have anything to add?”

“No, your honor.”

“Very well. We will take time to debrief. Let the jury come to a decision. Once that is done, we will be back.” the main judge announced.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin called from the living room. 

You were in your room, cozy in your reading corner when you heard him. You marked your page and hurried to the banister overlooking the living room.

“Hey, come down here. We have something for you.” Hyunjin smiled.

Excited, you hurry down the steps, coming into the living room and sitting on the couch. Everyone is sitting around, eagerly waiting for the reveal.

“So, me and Jisung went on a little errand today. And we got you something.” Hyunjin smirked.

“What is it?” you asked, impatient.

Hyunjin revealed his hand that was hiding behind his back. He held it out to you, holding a cell phone. Your eyes go wide.

“We thought it was probably best if you had a cell phone. In case we ever need to reach each other.” Minho explained. 

Very smart. You lost track of the amount of times you wished you could have called them the past week.

“Me and Felix have the same one.” Changbin smiled.

“Hopefully you like the case. We thought those SKZOO characters from that band were cute.”

“They are really cute.” you say, still stunned as you flipped the phone over and saw the adorable case.

“We can teach you how to use it, of course.” Changbin adds.

“And Channie hyung’s cards are on there so if you need to buy anything.” Jeongin says, giddy.

Minho hits him in the back of the head.

“Don’t go spending crazy.” Minho cautions you.

“I wouldn’t even know what to buy.” you say.

“All our numbers are in there so you can just tap it to call.” Felix informed, demonstrating with his name.

You spend the rest of the afternoon learning your phone with the help of the boys. You download some games, set up a password and facial recognition, and even find fun themes for your wallpaper and app icons. It was so exciting. You had seen the boys on theirs but never thought you would have one of your own. 

Minho was back in the kitchen for dinner, fixing food for everyone with the help of Felix. You had never been so excited for dinner, coming into the kitchen and watching eagerly. Minho smiled at you, finding you adorable. He wasn’t as cold with you, but he still kept his distance. Seeing you in the med bed downstairs and knowing he put you there still left him with an uneasy feeling.

When dinner was finally ready, everyone fixed their plates and sat down at the table. It felt almost…normal. You just wished Chan was here and all the drama was over.

“Minho, did you hear from the lawyer today?”

“Oh. I did. He’s hopeful he swayed the jury. He gave a story, pulling on the heart strings. Hopefully Chan will get sympathy votes and come home to us.” Minho announced.

“So we could have Chan back tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

Minho nodded with a shrug. “It looks like it.”

“We should go. Be there for the trial.” you suggested. 

“Yes. Can we go?” Felix asked.

“We just got back. Let’s wait and see if he is going to come home first.” Minho suggested.

“But if we aren’t there, he will have to wait six hours for us to get there.” Jisung pouted.

“Better than another day in solitary.” Minho noted. “Let’s get the trial results first.”

The rest of dinner was quiet, everyone worried for the results of the trial tomorrow. Once everyone finished, Jisung and Hyunjin emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it, cleaning up the kitchen before going to their rooms for the night.

Jisung and Felix were video gaming in Jisung’s room while Minho and Changbin were doing some work in Chan’s office. Hyunjin was sketching in his room, lofi music playing. Jeongin was getting in the shower before bed. And Seungmin was in his room, playing a game on his phone as he tried to convince himself to go for a shower.

“Hey Seungmin, can you help me with my phone?” you ask, knocking on his door.

“What do you need help with?” Seungmin asked, laying across his bed.

“I was wanting to save music and make a playlist on Spotify."

“Oh here let me show you.” Seungmin sat up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

 You sat next to him and he showed you how to do it. You added a few songs you had heard the boys playing around the house. Seungmin added a few others he thought you would like before handing you back your phone. Your fingertips brushed as you took the phone, his gaze lingering on your lips.

Before he could stop himself, he kissed you. It was purposeful, his mouth moving with yours perfectly. You melted into his touch, one of his hands coming to cup your face as he kissed you. You pushed more into the kiss, as if starved for it, and he responded by guiding you onto your back. His lips never left yours in the process, his body now hovering over yours.

“This okay?” he looked down at you.

You nodded, leaning up to reconnect your lips to his. Your hands trailed down his torso, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. He let you, helping remove it.

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“Just don’t go feral on me.” you chuckle.

“I’ll try not to.” he laughs.

He kisses you with more fervor, his body pressing into yours shamelessly. Your own body reacting to his touch, you could feel the heat centering at your core. 

Seungmin’s hand trailed down your side, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. He found your bra snap in the front and unhooked it. He pushed open your bra and began teasing your nipples. You back arched off the bed, a small moan escaping your mouth.

He smirked at how easily you reacted. “I barely touched you baby? I bet you're already wet for me.”

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing him.. “Shut up…” 

He grabbed your hands, pinning them by your head. He smirked at you, leaning into your neck and kissing you. You moan as he nipped at your skin, instinctively grinding your hips on his thigh. He moved to take off your shirt and bra, then slid your pants off. You were left laying there in just your panties as he looked down at you.

“I like these…” he tugged a little on the pale pink bikini bottoms you were wearing. 

You blushed, knowing he could see the wet spot on them.

He moved off the bed, ridding himself of his pants. Then he sat down on the bed, pulling you over to him. You climbed onto his lap, straddling one of his legs. His hands were on your hips as you kissed him, breasts flush with his chest.

You moved your hips slightly, a slight shiver going up your spine from the friction.

“That’s it…move those hips for me.” Seungmin whispered between kisses down your neck. 

His hands started to guide your hips, rocking you on his leg. It felt so good you began to moan in his ear. Your hips began to move at their own rhythm as you rode his thigh. He smirked at how sensitive you were, nipping at your collar bone before attaching his lips to your nipple. You threw your head back, hands holding onto his shoulders as you rocked back and forth.

“You gonna cum on my leg like a good girl?” Seungmin whispered.

“Yes..” you breathed out.

“How long have you been thinking about this, huh? I bet you’ve been dying for me to make you feel good.” Seungmin taunts. 

You bite your lip, blush creeping on your cheeks. His teasing was making your pussy wetter somehow and you weren’t used to it. You clenched around nothing, growing frustrated by the emptiness.

“Seungmin…” you whined.

“What baby?”

You whimpered in response, unable to say the words.

“Is my baby close?” Seungmin asks with a flex of his thigh, making it firmer between your legs. 

The delicious friction between his leg and your panties made you moan louder - made you rock your hips faster. You looked at him, a huge smirk plastered on his face as he watched you come undone. You made eye contact with him, feeling the coil inside about to snap.

“Cum on me. Make a mess on my thigh baby.” Seungmin coaxed, pinching one of your nipples.

“Ahhh..” you moan, gripping his shoulders tighter as you cum undone. Juices drip from your center as your orgasm washes over you. 

Seungmin kisses you, pulling your body flush with his. “Good Girl.”

You groan, hiding your face in his chest. He lifts you, putting you on your back and removing your soaked panties. He leans down, licking through your folds.

“Mmm…sweet…as I suspected.” Seungmin looks up at you from between your legs. It was so sinful, but you loved it.

You bite your lip, hiding your face.

Seungmin slips off his underwear before hovering over you. He moves your hands from your face and you lock eyes. 

“Let me see that pretty face,” Seungmin smiles, peppering your face with kisses. “I can’t wait to see you all fucked out after this…” 

You swat at his chest, whining and bucking your hips. “Seungmin…”

“So needy…” Seungmin smirks. “You’re like Jisung…”

Looking between your bodies, Seungmin lines himself up with your entrance. He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission. You nod and he pushes in slowly. His girth stretches you out and makes your eyes shut.

You moan as he bottoms out, holding onto his forearms. He slides out slowly, only to push back in. He does this teasingly slow move a few times before he can’t take it anymore. His tempo picks up and you chant his name.

“Y/n…you’re so tight.” his face scrunches as he thrusts into you.

“Seungmin…mmm you feel so good.” You lean up, connecting your lips.

You feel yourself on the verge of cumming once more, clenching around his length. He hisses as you do, slowing his movements.

“Please…don’t stop…”you moan.

Seungmin keeps his tempo, bringing you to climax. 

“Ahh,” you moan loudly.

Seungmin was quick to cover your mouth, chuckling. “You don’t want the boys hearing, do you? They might get jealous.” 

Your body trembled, mind barely understanding what he said. His hand caressed your cheek as he slowed. You came down from your high, catching your breath as you relaxed your grip on his arms.

Seungmin pulled out, laying down next to you. “Get on top.” 

You hesitate but do as he says. He tells you to face away from him, leaning on his legs for support.

“I want you to ride me, baby. You’re in control now.”

You never did this position before but you were curious. Your old pack never gave you controlling positions, they always dominated you instead. Not that you wanted control…or to be involved at all.

You straddled his hips, lining up his cock and sinking down on it. He felt deeper like this as you braced yourself on his legs. Slowly you began to rock back and forth, finding your momentum. Within a few seconds, you were moving faster.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was enjoying the view. He was always sneaking looks at your ass and now it was naked, on display right in front of him. He reached out, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks. As he fondled your ass, you began to do more of a bounce motion. He threw his head back, getting lost in the way you were riding him. It was too good and he didn’t know how much longer he would last.

You were close too, this angle hitting your sweet spot just right. Your grip on his legs tightened, your pussy clenching around his length. He could tell you were close too. He wanted to hold out, but the way you were clenching him was intoxicating.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” he rasped out.

You grinded down, rolling your hips on him. He gripped your hips tightly, trying to hold back as best he could. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on not cumming.

Your orgasm hit you hard, making your legs shake and squeeze Seungmin’s hips. Your body jerked a bit as you rode out your high, eyes rolled back. You pussy clenched impossibly tighter around Seungmin and he lost all resolve. His cock twitched, filling you with his cum. He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking.

As you came down, you both were moaning and panting as you tried to catch your breaths. Seungmin sat up, hugging you from behind and kissing your back. He then maneuvered you two so that you both were laying on your sides. He even managed to do so without slipping out.

As you laid there, he kissed up and down your shoulder and neck. You hummed in satisfaction, feeling yourself falling asleep. 

“That was amazing,” he whispered. 

You nodded, turning your head. He kissed your lips as he slowly slid out of your warmth. You whined at the loss but he peppered your face with kisses. Your body slowly laid back and Seungmin hovered over you. He kissed down your torso, teasing your nipples before moving down. He reached your core, licking at your sensitive folds. 

You squirmed, but he locked in your clit, sucking and teasing. Your legs tried to close but he pinned them open, leaving you to gasp at the euphoric feeling.

“Minnie…” you moan.

He doesn’t let up. He’s determined to make you cum at least once more. His expert tongue works magic on your clit, making you build to a climax in record time. It felt so good but you tried to hold back and enjoy the moment. That’s when he added a finger, curling it just right. How did he know your body so well? 

Your orgasm finally washed over you, making your toes curl, back arch, and legs shake. He pushed you, prolonging your high with his finger until you were squirming to get away. When he finally stopped, your whole body went lax. Your muscles ached and you could barely open your eyes. 

“Look at you…” Seungmin was pleased with himself. He had you looking just how he wanted - properly fucked out and on cloud nine.

“I’ll be right back.” With one final kiss to your forehead, Seungmin rose from the bed. 

You laid there, feeling a little wetness dripping out. Nearly asleep, you didn’t hear him return from his bathroom. Seungmin carefully took the washcloth and began cleaning you. You squirmed a little, sensitive from all the stimulation. He was careful and considerate, cleaning you up so gently.

Once he was done, he closed your legs and covered you with his comforter. Then he went to shower like he originally planned. He didn’t take long, relaxed after your time together and wanting to hurry back to you. 

When he was done, he climbed in bed behind you and kissed your temple. You snuggled into him despite being fast asleep. Tomorrow you would probably be sore, but it will be worth it. 

Morning came and you woke up to the slight snores of your soulmate sleeping next to you. Last night’s events came back to you in a rush, leaving you flushed and craving more. You rolled over to see him sprawled out on his side of the bed. You smile, amused. Carefully you slip out of the bed and find your clothes. Your legs were a little shaky as you moved about his room, slipping on your pants and shirt and grabbing your bra and panties. You quietly open the door and hurry out, closing it softly. Then you go across the hall to your room. You shut your door and strip, putting your clothes in the hamper. Then you go for a shower, the warm water soothing your aching muscles.

After your shower, you head downstairs, finding Felix and Jisung in the kitchen finishing up breakfast.

“Need help?” you ask.

“No. We’re almost done.” Felix smiles.

Jisung walks by you, puckering his lips at you casually. He leans in for a kiss so you lean towards him. He swerves away from you, leaving you stunned. He quickly approaches from the opposite side, pecking your cheek. You glare at him while Felix giggles. How long was he going to tease you for?

You were chatting at the island when everyone started to come into the kitchen. Breakfast was finally ready and you were starving. You loaded your plate, making everyone stare in shock. Seungmin smirked, knowing he probably worked up your appetite. Then you all sat down and began eating.

“Did last night’s escapades leave you hungry?” Changbin whispered, leaning over to you.

You were drinking juice at the time, and nearly choked on it. You coughed, trying to collect yourself from the sudden embarrassment. Your face was beet red as Seungmin gave you a knowing look.

“You okay?” Minho asked.

Everyone was looking at you.

“Yeah.” you clear your throat. “Just fine.”

“More than fine, I’m sure.” Jeongin commented. 

You stare at him with a furrowed brow.

“You think we didn’t hear you two last night?” Jeongin shakes his head.

You want to sink from the table and crawl up to your room. It was suddenly very hot in here and you were losing your appetite.

“Relax, we’re just messing with you.” Changbin nudged your arm.

“I know.” You knew. You were just caught off guard and embarrassed. 

You make yourself resume eating, quiet for the rest of breakfast. You offered to clean the kitchen, hurrying away from the table as soon as you had finished. As everyone else finished eating, they would give you their plates. Jisung offered to help, washing dishes with you.

Once it was just you two left in the room, Jisung spoke up.

“I’m glad you were enjoying yourself…”

You don’t say anything.

“Seungmin was worried about his turn. Hopefully now he can relax.”

“Worried?”

“He was afraid we would…outperform him.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “At least with you. But we’ve all been with each other so we knew he would be fine.”

“He was more than fine.” 

“He definitely is.” Jisung winked at you.

You smile. You had forgotten they were all mates. This eased your embarrassment, knowing they have probably heard each other one time or another. They were probably used to it by now.

The rest of the morning went by smoothly. You hung out with everyone and enjoyed being home once more. The guys decided to play movies to kill the time as they waited for the lawyer to call with an update. Minho was in Chan’s office, busying himself while he anxiously waited.

“Please rise for your panel of judges.” the officer spoke.

The audience, Chan, Seojoon, and Griffin all stood, waiting for the judges to take their seats. Once the judges sat, so did the audience and jury. 

“Good afternoon, we are now convening in the matter of case number 2018325. Please have the parties identify themselves for the record." the main judge announced.

“Defendant Christopher Bang.” Chan spoke.

“Thank you.”

“We are here to discuss the matter of your three homicide charges and whether or not they will be reduced.” The main judge stated for the record.

Chan shifted in his stance, hands behind his back as he stood confidently.

“Upon review of the security tape footage within your holding cell, as discussed last time, we found the footage to be tampered with.” the judge to the left said.

Chan looked over to his lawyer who gave him a subtle thumbs up.

“Because the footage was tampered with, we will be further investigating the incident.” the judge on the right speaks. “This, however, does not clear you from the charge as we have not ruled out your involvement in this incident.”

“You believe my client was involved in the tampering of evidence? Evidence that would clear him of a homicide charge?” Seojoon questioned.

“At ease counsel. We do not believe anything at this time. We must first prove that he was not involved in this matter. It’s procedure”

“With that being said, we will reconvene in two days' time. This will allow the techs to finish reviewing the footage and possibly restore what was tampered.” the judge on the left spoke.

“Meeting adjourned.” the main judge spoke.

The judges, jury and audience began exiting the courtroom. Chan turned to Seojoon, confused.

“Not here.” was all Seojoon said.

Seojoon and Chan went into the interrogation room to talk.

“What the fuck was that about?” Chan asked once they were alone.

“My guess is they think there is a possibility that footage was conveniently tampered with just enough to be noticeable. For example, you or someone you hired are tricking them. You tampered with it and made it obvious but didn’t actually hide anything because there was nothing to hide.”

“What would I gain from that?”

“They would see the tampering and believe you were telling the truth without looking into it. Then you are free of the charge even though there was no secret visitor.” Seojoon shook his head. “But because there actually was a visitor, they will uncover that and clear you.”

“This is ridiculous. It’s never ending. It will be Christmas before they make a decision at this point.” Chan threw his arms up, exasperated.

“Chan, calm down. This is exactly what they want. To drag you around so you’re restless and on edge. They want you to get angry so you make a mistake or act out and they charge you with something else.” Seojoon explained. “And it’s not going to take another three months. Stay positive.”

Chan sighed heavily. He knew Seojoon was right, he was just furious they were giving him the run-around.

“If I hear anything, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, rest up. I’ll see you in a couple days.” Seojoon gave Chan a look, making sure they were on the same page.

Chan nodded. Seojoon headed out and Chan was taken back to his cell. He looked around angrily. He wanted to punch the wall, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t show how much they were pissing him off.

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Reckoner: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Your world is turned upside down when you get in trouble for something you didn't even do. The entire team is in uproar over this but Hotch says he will take care of it. Can he? Or are you doomed to live out the rest of your days in misery?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Thankfully, the team has the current case to keep them occupied so they don't think about you, but Spencer doesn't have that outlet. He's stuck in Penelope's office forced to think about you, what you might be going through, how you must be feeling, and how he can't do anything about it. He's bouncing his leg up and down rapidly because his anxiety is spiking. He would bite his nails if they hadn't already been bitten down to the nub.

"Spence, why don't you take a walk? I'm sure it'll do good to clear your head," Penelope suggests.

"No, thanks."

She sighs and turns back to the computer screens before calling Rossi. She's been working hard on her end to try and figure out who The Planner is.

"What do you have?" Rossi answers.

"I've concentrated on the last three cases because they left the freshest e-prints. However, over a hundred thousand cases pass through the Long Island Court."

"Who had eyes on the files?"

"Literally hundreds of people."

"Change track. Focus on The Enforcer. Look at mob-related murder trials on Long Island over the last ten years. We're looking for a hitman."

Penelope types quickly and comes up with a shorter list, albeit still long.

"There are over ninety-three mob trials in the last ten years."

"Put aside any trials that resulted in a conviction. Weed out mistrials and arraignments."

"Nineteen."

"Were any of those on trial suspected of being hitmen or enforcers?"

"Three, but I got something else here. Tony Mecacci's case was judged a mistrial but check out his suspected victim."

She sends over the file immediately so they can look it over. His victims are the same as the team's current victims. All were shot in the same style as the ones on the file.

".22 caliber, right?"

"Bulls-eye."

"Cross-match our profile of The Planner against all those connected with this trial."

Penelope continues to type as she speaks.

"Let's see here. We have prosecuting lawyer Garret Daniels, Judge Boyd Schuller, criminal defense lawyer Paul--"

"Wait, did you say Judge Shuller?" Rossi cuts her off.

"Yeah, I'm sending over a photo."

Rossi waits for the photo to come through so he can confirm whether or not he knows this person. He does.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asks. "Do you know him?"

"No, but I knew his wife. Two years ago, she was driving home from work and was killed by a drunk driver."

"That could be the tragedy."

"She was the love of his life, that's for sure."

Penelope digs into the Judge's life to see what kind of dirty secrets he has.

"Twelve months ago, Judge Shuller took a leave of absence due to health issues. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He has six months to live. That's when the killings started."

"You don't seriously think Judge--"

"Judge Schuller is the planner. Yes, I do," Rossi cuts off the detective. "It fits the profile, and Tony Mecacci is most likely Bosola the Enforcer. What have you got on Bosola?"

"He went off the grid after his last trial," Penelope answers.

"JJ put out a statewide APB and release Mecacci's photo to the media," Hotch orders, and she leaves to do it.

"Judge Schuller's a highly-respected man. We can't just walk in there and accuse him of serial murder."

"Then I'll go to the attorney general and petition the Chief Justice if I have to."

Rossi looks behind Hotch to see Judge Schuller walk right into the police station as if he knew the team was talking about him.

"Maybe not."

"I believe you're looking for me," the Judge says.

Judge Schuller is taken to an interrogation room to be questioned by Rossi and Derek.

"You know we have to advise you of your rights," Derek says and sits across from him.

"I waive my constitutional rights against self-incrimination."

"When you walked in here, you said, 'I believe you're looking for me'."

"Yes."

"Your timing was impeccable, but how could you know that?"

"I knew it wouldn't take you long to find me. Not after what I've left behind."

"So, you don't deny any of this?" Derek asks.

"Why would I? What you see as a crime, I see as justice."

"Ray Finnegan was a friend of mine," Rossi glares.

"Ray Finnegan was a criminal. You should choose your friends more wisely."

"It must have really thrown you when Ray showed up at Emma's funeral."

This pisses Judge Schuller off, and he slams his hands angrily onto the table.

"How do you know about my wife?"

"You have absolutely no idea who I am, do you?"

Ray told Rossi that everyone only meets Bosola once. That means Judge Schuller had to have given Bosola a list of names. He would never have to meet him again, just to make final payments on proof of death which he can send electronically. If anyone can get into Schuller's personal files and financial record, it would be Penelope. She has to do it quickly before everything gets shut down.

Detective Gill made a call to Schuller's office a few hours ago and told them they had two suspects, which means he knows what the police know. Schuller knows the FBI is onto him, which means he didn't come here for a confession. He has a list, and there is more to come.

He came here to stall.

"Can we just get on with what I came here for?" Judge Schuller sighs.

"Why? So Bosola can go on and carry on whatever it is you asked him to do? No. You call him and you end this," Derek says.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't."

"She was born Emma Louise Taylor on the 4th of July, 1958," Rossi reminisces.

"You could get that from anywhere," Schuller glares at Rossi.

"When she was six, her dad bought her a black and white homeless kitten."

"No, if she knew you, she would have told me."

"She named it Oscar," Rossi continues, "after Oscar Wilde. Out of all of Oscar's work, she loved an ideal husband the most."

The judge is getting angrier by the minute the longer Rossi talks about his wife.

"I don't know how you know all of this about Emma or what you hope to achieve, but we're done. You know the charges. Charge me."

"Is that what started all this insanity? Emma's death?"

"What started all of this was the thirty-five years I had to sit and watch as the system I swore an oath to protect failed the very people our justice system was meant to protect!"

"I wonder what Emma would make of all this."

"Every single person on that list deserves justice, and it's justice they managed to evade," Schuller shouts.

"So, you do have a list?" Rossi smirks.

"I'm finished talking."

Rossi and Derek continue to work over Judge Schuller while Emily is in another room talking to Penelope over video chat. Spencer isn't in the room because she managed to convince him to take a lap or two around the building to clear his head or try to.

"Hey, where's Spence? How is he doing?" Emily asks when she notices the lack of Spencer's presence.

"He's not doing too good. He doesn't have the hands-on work like you guys have to keep him distracted. It's killing him knowing Y/N's in jail for something she didn't do."

"Yeah, I know. It's hard on us, too. We don't talk about it but I know we're all thinking about it. Hotch will fix it once we're back, I know it."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, what did you find out about Judge Schuller?"

"We've got loads of two-way traffic going on, which means someone is trying to bounce us out."

"Okay, Bosola doesn't come cheap, so Judge Schuller had to have made some pretty substantial transactions."

"I've got wire transfers to a Cayman Island bank, and that's where the trace ends."

"How many and how much?"

"In June, he debits numerations of nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine dollars every few days four separate times. Then, he takes a break for a few weeks until he makes his final transaction for the same magic number. Anything less than ten thousand dollars keeps the IRS off your trail."

"So, the final payment must be for proof of death. That makes fifty-thousand dollars the price of a kill."

"He did that three times over a period of twelve months, but two days ago, he raised his account for a hundred thousand dollars all in one hit. He also closed all his accounts and handed his entire estate over to a victim's support group." Penelope gasps in shock and groans in frustration. "Someone who isn't suffering from too many brainiacs in the high-tech kitchen just bounced us out."

"Good job," Emily praises and hangs up. She returns to Hotch to tell him her findings. "If our calculations are correct, there are two more names on that list."

"There are."

Hotch replays the footage from the interrogation from when Emily was on the phone with Penelope.

"Every single person on that list deserves justice," Judge Schuller says and looks at his watch yet again.

"He said deserves, not deserved. Look right there. He looks at his watch for the second time. Whatever he's waiting for is about to happen."

"I don't think you knew Emma at all," Rossi continues to antagonize him. "At least not the one I knew. I made an excuse for myself that I wouldn't be welcome at her funeral. The truth is, I couldn't face it."

"You knowing Emma changes nothing."

"Oh, but it does. Emma changed the lives of everyone she knew, but at least Ray and I saw her death for what it truly was--a tragic accident."

"Dan Patton was drunk. He murdered Emma as surely as if he put a gun to her head!" Judge Schuller yells.

"Is that why his photo's not here? You're saving the best for last? How many other people have you targeted? I want the truth."

"I have nothing more to say."

"I do. I ran into Emma a few years ago at a hotel in Manhattan. I was working on a case and so was she. I knew she was married, but I didn't care."

Judge Schuller knows what Rossi is implying and he refuses to accept that his wife was cheating on him.

"No, she wouldn't... Emma would not do that to me. You're lying."

"Am I?"

"I want the truth."

"You first."

The Judge sighs knowing he's cornered and decides to give it up.

"Dan Patton is the last one. There are no more. Now, tell me the truth."

"That night in Manhattan, she told me our connection was so strong that it could never happen only once, and I was fine with that."

Rossi leaves with a smirk on his face, and the judge is shocked. He shakes his head and looks at Derek who is still seated.

"At least you now know what kind of man you're working with."

"What kind of man are you?"

"I've had enough of seeing the guilty walk free of their sins."

"What about your sins?"

"I got cancer for mine."

Emily, Hotch, and Detective Gil went to Dan's apartment after checking the police department he works for. Turns out Bosola got to him before the FBI could. They found him with two bullet holes, one in the heart and one in the head, but also beaten to death. Bosola is nowhere to be found because he killed him and left immediately after like a professional hitman.

There's no way Bosola is getting off Long Island since the FBI has all ports, roads, and airports guarded to make sure he doesn't get away. Judge Schuller is being moved somewhere safer because he is a high-court judge, which makes this a federal case now. The FBI is taking over this one before more people get killed. If Dan is dead, then the judge's list is complete.

However, something isn't adding up.

The Judge gave away his entire estate and all his money, and he closed out his accounts and paid off his utility bills. He has cancer but he has six months left to live. Why would he pay off his bills now and give away everything he owns? Not to mention the one hundred thousand dollar payment for not one but two more kills. If Dan was killed, then there should be one more.

Usually, the judge waits for confirmation of death before sending the payment, but he knew he wasn't going to be around to see this last proof of death. He sent everything over because he was not making it ten feet out of the police station.

Bosola has one more kill to make before moving on to another client, and it's Judge Schuller himself. With a crowd of reporters and a bunch of bystanders, it's easy for him to blend into the crowd. He managed to shoot Schuller in the heart and escape without anyone seeing him.

Case closed. With that major distraction out of the way, everyone is now focused on you and your situation. No one has said a word or talked about it since Hotch arrived in Long Island, but he's been making calls since getting on the plane to figure out what he can do to help you out.

The first person to get back to him is the lawyer that your dad snagged for you. He got ahold of his contact information and asked nicely to be let into the loop since he is your boss.

"Steven? Did you hear anything?" Everyone knows what Hotch is talking about so they stop what they're doing and listen to his side of the conversation. Hotch looks visibly upset which isn't a good sign. "Are you sure? ... There's nothing you can do for her? ... What about bail? ... Is there anything I can do? ... Okay. I appreciate you calling me. Thanks."

"What did he say?" Derek is the first to ask.

Hotch looks down and tries to keep the anger and frustration off his face as much as he can. When he feels he's neutral, he looks up and addresses the team.

"Y/N is being transferred to Virginia Correctional Center for Women in Goochland awaiting trial and bail. He said they have everything they need to convict her, and it's not looking good. Whoever did this really wants her to suffer for it."

Everyone is sent into silence because no one can believe this.

"I have always found that mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice." - Abraham Lincoln

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The New Attorney

488 words, Attorney AU

The first time Mr. Poole and Mr. Becker met Ms. Riggsby (Anxiety) c:

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“...—Your Honor— s—sorry, motion to recess?” Stiffening, feeling the eyes of Mr. Becker, the jury, everyone suddenly on him, Mr. Poole stood up from the counsel table, smoothing his hands over his jacket. “The Defense would like a short break before we continue.”

“...Mr. Poole,” The judge said after a long pause, looking sternly at him over her glasses. “With all due respect, your partner is in the middle of a line of questioning.”

“Ah— yes, I know, Your Honor. But, uhm, the Plaintiff is… having difficulty, and I would like to give her the chance to collect herself before we proceed with the cross examination, if that’s alright.”

At that, across the room, frazzled, shaking, Ms. Riggsby shrunk down in her chair, her gaze darting to Poole, eyes vaguely shiny with unshed tears.

“Fred— what the Hell are you doing?” Poole heard Becker mutter to him under his breath and ignored him, glancing between Riggsby and the judge, who studied the agitated orange attorney for what felt like forever before sighing deeply, her frown falling into a look of resignation.

“Fine. We’ll resume in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Poole said almost distractedly, watching as Riggsby bolted through the courtroom doors at almost the precise instant the judge’s gavel struck the block.

It was a strangely familiar sight, stirring something in him that he couldn’t name as the room erupted into whispering and Becker approached him, his frustrated glare darting between the doors and his husband’s transfixed face.

“You wanna explain yourself?” The short attorney huffed, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I had the witness right where I wanted ‘em!”

“You need to cool down a little— you’re freaking her out.” Poole shot back after a little pause, turning to him with an unimpressed frown and crossing his arms. “She should have objected to you like six times.”

“I— what?” Becker barked, his eyes widening a fraction. “Why should I care if I’m freaking her out?”

“Because, Ira, this is obviously her first trial and I think you’re being excessively severe.” 

“Excessively severe? Jesus, Fred, last I checked, this was a courtroom, not a daycare.”

“Oh, knock it off.” Rolling his eyes, Poole glanced back to the courtroom doors, his frown softening a little. “I was like that once, too, you know. Try being compassionate for once.”

“It’s not our job to be compassionate.” Becker grumbled, following Poole’s gaze and nearly groaning aloud. “So what if our opposition is squirrelly and can’t handle being cross-examined? That just means our client is better at picking legal representation than hers is.”

“Okay— you’re being a real jerk, you know that?” Stepping past his husband with a huff, Poole found himself moving to leave without a second thought.

“Oh, come on, where are you going?” Becker called after him, raising his hands in an exasperated gesture when Poole’s reply came.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.”

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My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Summary— AU where Rita has an abusive husband, and one night, after he storms out, Rita calls Reader. Reader brings Rita to the person who helped her with her own haunted past, Elizabeth Donnelly. Alex, Barba, and Liv makes appearances. What does the night have in store for Rita and Reader…?

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Warnings: angst, a little fluff, dead dove: do not eat, implied abuse, implied sexual assault, implied abusive husband, comforting, crying, alcohol consumption, anxiety attacks, a little self destructive behavior, mentions to prostitution, SVU things, Elizabeth Donnelly, Alex Cabot, Rafael Barba, Olivia Benson, Liz and Alex are a bit of a power couple, gray ending, etc.

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You didn’t know Rita Calhoun well. At least not originally. From the moment you did meet, you both couldn’t deny the connection between the two of you. You had always lived in coinciding worlds, she was a New York defense attorney, and you were an investigator for 1PP, occasionally lended out to SVU.

Originally, she was the lawyer whom you had hired for your idiot of a brother when he had been caught and charged with soliciting a prostitute. You had met with the high class woman on a couple of occasions, to discuss your brothers bail, probation, trial, payment, and anything else pertaining to his case.

You saw yourself intrigued by her elegant manner, high end fashion, and confidence. Soon you saw yourself get hooked to the tiny smiles and chuckles you managed to pull from her when in private. You found yourself fighting to make the woman laugh as much as you could, her laugh always seemed to make your day. And during the trial, your eyes were on her the entire time. You lived off those days outfits that Rita would strut into court in.

So when you checked your phone late Friday night, the last thing you expected to see what a very many handfuls of missed calls from Rita Calhoun. You saw that she had left a voicemail in the last call, so you pressed play.

“Heyyyy Y/N… S-sorry to be bothering you so I know it’s^^late… I… I just… I don’t know what to do, call me back k bye”

It was Rita alright, but something was very wrong. She had been stammering and hiccuping throughout the entire voicemail, and had broken into sobs by the end. She sounded like she’d been crying and drinking for far too long… Her sounds triggered memories of your own life, memories that you had gone to great lengths to bury.

You immediately called the woman back. The dial rang for a couple tones, then it shut off. You hit call again. The second time, she picked up. You heard a sniffle and then a choke sob.

“H-hey…” she practically whispered.

“Rita, Hi, is everything alright?”

“I…” She stammered, before the call went silent.

“Rita?” You asked, your concern growing.

“N-no” She whispered, then letting out another choked sob.

You took a deep breath and your instincts kicked in once more. You got Rita to give you her address and told her that you would be over as soon as possible. That night you broke the made the most traffic violations in your entire life.

You entered the house, the front door having been unlocked which was mildly concerning to you. You walked through the lavish, lofty apartment, until you found Rita curled up facing away from you in the living room on the floor with a full bottle of wine in her hand. Your heart sank and a lump came into your throat. You hated how normal and used to this sight you were. Because not too long ago, this had been you…

You dropped to the floor, immediately going to comfort the woman. You carefully removed the alcohol, setting it aside. Rita let out a choke sob, immediately curling up into your lap. As she turned to face you, you saw the massive black eye that she had. Your eyes scanned her entire body, finding more red, raw skin marks along her arms and some blue bruising on her neck. Your heart nearly broke as Rita sobbed into your lap.

“I—im s-sorry… I didn’t-didn’t know who t-to call…! It’s it’s stupid, nothing really—” Rita choked out, muffled as she cried into your chest.

You knew this behavior. You knew it all too well.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. I’m here Rita… It’s all going to be okay. Can I touch you, honey…? Would that be alright…?” You very gently asked the woman, coming a little closer to her, trying to show that you were no threat.

Rita nodded as her cries were muffled by her face being in the crook of your neck. She clung onto you like her life depended on it.

“Ok, good… you are doing so good for me, Rita. Take some deep breaths for me? Can you try to do that?” You comforted the woman, bringing your hands around to hold the woman in your lap.

You could hear Rita trying to take some deep breaths as she nodded, although her hiccups made it more difficult.

“Good, very good, Rita.” You praised, then bringing your hands to cup the woman’s cheeks and direct her scattered gaze to you.

“Now Rita this is important… I need you to come back to me and think, okay?”

A slow nod.

“Is he going to come back anytime soon…?” You softly asked.

Rita’s eyes widened and she began to panic at your question. Your hold on the woman only tightened and you insisted on her answer.

“I know you don’t want to think about it, but I need to know if you’re safe staying here Rita.” You explained firmly yet lovingly.

Rita took some more deep breaths before stammering,

“I… he he’s gone out… drinking…” she gulped, “Be back late…”

Her eyes were red and glossy, and they only panicked more at the idea of her husband returning. You rubbed her back and caressed her check in comfort.

“Ok. We need to get you to a hospital, Rita…” you gently said, knowing the possible outlast that your words might cause.

Rita practically jumped out of your lap and was quick to stand up and start pacing in the living room. Her fingers were red and raw and fidgeting. Her gaze scattered everywhere. You slowly stood up and tried to corner the woman into your embrace.

“No no no hospitals… hospitals means cops and that means court and no no—” Rita rambled, her thoughts spiraling more and more.

You grabbed the woman’s hands, clasping them in your own to ground the woman. Her sobbing gaze finally met yours once more.

“Okay. That’s okay. Rita, listen to me, is there anywhere you can go to stay for the time being…?” You softly asked.

Rita’s lip began to tremble and her knees buckled, her body falling into yours. Luckily, you managed to gently catch and carry the weight of the woman while she regained partial strength.

“N-not RAF—Rafael… he can’t know, no no no one…” Rita choked out in gasps.

When she wasn’t able to come up with any other options, your mind went to the person who had helped you.

“Okay okay, that’s okay, Rita. How about Elizabeth? You know Judge Donnelly? She’s a close friend and I know she can help…” you spoke with understanding and reassurance.

Rita looked up to you from collapsing in your arms and nodded slowly. But her eyes told you that she had sunken too far into her thoughts, that you would have to start making the decisions in her best interest until she came back to you.

You gently placed Rita back on the couch, quickly going to the kitchen to grab her a water, while you then ran around the place, trying to pack her a weekend back. After about 15 minutes, you had the bag in hand and you were leading the woman out of the house and into a cab. The entire cab ride, Rita was snuffling and silently sobbing in your shoulder.

Once you reached Liz’s brownstone, you violently knocked on the door, Rita protected being you and holding your hand. The door flew open but it wasn’t Liz, it was a blonde. Your eyes went wide and you gulped, suddenly regretting not having double checked with Liz beforehand.

“You’re Y/N, right…? I’m Alex.” The tall blonde spoke slowly yet confidently.

“Yes, um is Liz home?” You said, quickly getting to the point while trying to hide Rita behind you to the best of your ability.

But Liz had told you about Alex, she was sharp, didn’t miss a thing.

“Yea, she’s in the kitchen… Is that Calhoun…?” Alex hummed, leaning against the doorway.

You took a deep breath and brought Rita to stand next to you. Alex’s jaw dropped and she took a step back in shock.

“I just… we needed a safe place to go for the night and Liz always said her door was always open and I’m sorry if we intruded, I just can’t handle this, I mean I know Liz can handle it, and so I thought—” you rambled.

Before you could say another word, the blonde was pulling you and Rita into the brownstone, closing the door behind her and marching straight up to Liz in the kitchen.

“Is that our take-out, bunny…?” Liz hummed, while sipping some wine before her gaze met yours and then Rita’s disheveled state.

“Oh my god.” Liz immediately put her glass doing and rushed over to Rita, her hands wandering all over the woman, her gaze scouring the woman’s injuries, “Rita, Darling, what happened…??”

Rita’s lip trembled before more violent sobs came out. No coherent words were possible for the woman at this point, all she could do was embrace Liz and sob into her chest. Liz happily consoled the poor woman before her gaze meet yours along with the go bag.

“I’m sorry…” you mouthed, referring to breaking up her and Alex’s obvious night together.

“Hush now, you did the right thing, take Rita’s things to the first bedroom on the second floor.” Liz told you, waving off your unneeded apology.

You immediately nodded and went to go up the stairs. Then Luz turned to Alex.

“Go run a bath, warm not too hot.” Liz spoke firmly.

Alex was off to the master bathroom after a quick nod. When you both returned, you found Rita clung around Liz like a Koala, clinging on for dear life and continuing to sob in her chest. The sight brought flashbacks of the night you had stumbled up on Liz’s doorstep, in an eerily same condition as Rita…

Liz soothed Rita while guiding her to the master bathroom. The older blonde sent you a comforting gaze with a nod, telling you that she had it. You placed a hand on your heart and took a shattered breath, nodding slowly.

It was then that you noticed Alex coming up beside you. You turned your head to her slightly.

“I… I just didn’t know where else to go… I’m sorry if I ruined your night…” you breathed out.

Alex brought a hand to your shoulder and reassuringly squeezed your skin lightly. Her eyes twinkled with sympathy and care.

“Hey, it’s okay. You made the right call. And hey, I’m glad to finally meet you.” Alex sighed, “Can I get you anything…?”

You nodded and then sighed yourself.

“Tea maybe…? Or fuck some scotch now that I think about it…”

A deep chuckle reverberated throughout Alex’s chest as she nodded in agreement, going to the kitchen and pulling a bottle out of the liquor cabinet. She poured two glasses and handed you one of them.

“Thanks” you muttered.

Alex hummed an of course in response, before going to sit down in the classy living room. You sat across from her, sipping your scotch lightly. The blonde looked you dead in the eye, as she sighed.

“Liz told me a bit about you and that night.”

You gulped and struggled to maintain the intense eye contact. You knew that Liz and Alex were close, really close, however it still was hard to reconcile another person knowing something so vulnerable about you. But if Liz trusted Alex with it, so did you.

“Yea… I was and am still so grateful to Lizzie for all that she did for me…” you confessed.

“Lizzie…?” Alex chuckled dryly with a cock of an eyebrow.

“Yea…” you breathily chuckled, “Her and my dad worked together…”

Alex smiled lightly in understanding, nodding along, waving her hand in the air and prompting you to continue, knowing from what Liz had said that that wasn’t the whole story.

“Yeah they were colleagues, and so I saw Lizzie at events and she’d been at my childhood home a couple times… I’d always been pretty independent, both my parents working all the time, and me being the oldest led to me getting used to being on my own. And then my parents divorced, and I got even more alone…” you sighed.

Another wave of sympathy washed over Alex’s face, as she sipped her scotch and listened intently.

“I’m sorry. I definitely know the pains of divorced parents…” Alex sighed.

You smiled lightly and nodded, before continuing you tawdry tale,

“Anyways, Lizzie was one of the only people who reached out to me, to y’know check on me and stuff. She’s always been in my corner, and she’s practically filled the role of a mother ever since the divorce…” you spoke out softly.

You could tell that Alex knew most of this, and that she was waiting for the part about how this all connected to Rita, so you cut to the chase.

“Anyways, about two years ago, I meet and started to see this guy… Looking back, he was a lot like my father, and I should have recognized the warning signs earlier… But I didn’t. And I let it go on for an entire year… Until…” you sucked in a breath, “I wound up on Lizzie’s doorstep, heart broken and bruised…”

You saw Alex’s audible gulp at your last sentence. You saw how her hand tightly clutched her glass, her knuckles almost white. With a deep breath, she nodded and prompted you to continue with her hand once more.

“Anywho, Lizzie helped me get my shit together and throw him out of my place and my life. I’d taken his abuse for a whole year, and I’m still recovering to this day from the number he did on me…” You concluded your story.

Alex then stood up and came to sit next to you on the couch you inhabited. Her hand came to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of that…” Alex sighed, “I hear you, recovery takes time.”

You took a breathy, deep breath with a shaky nod, all the memories of your past coming up as you talked about it all. But her touch was soothing. It was then that Liz emerged from the hallway and came into the living room with a sigh. The older woman sat down next to you, a hand running up and down your thigh in reassurance.

“She’s okay, Rita is going to be fine.” Liz hummed, before stealing your glass of scotch and sipping away at it.

You didn’t mind the cheeky gesture, lord knows she needed the relaxation, merely humming and nodding in response.

“She’s in the bath, and she’s asking for you…” Liz spoke once more.

You sucked in a breath and nodded, starting to stand up. As you went to leave and find Rita in the master bath, you turned back towards Liz and Alex, who were now snuggling lovingly on the couch.

“Thank you Lizzie… Really, thank you.” You breathed out shakily.

Liz met your gaze, her eyes filled with love and care, and the older woman nodded.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

You nodded lightly with a small smile, before turning around and making your way to find Rita. By the time you reached the bath, you found Rita passed out in the warm water, snoring lightly and peacefully. You noted how graceful and content Rita looked asleep. Coming up to the tub, you sat down next to the rim, and proceeded to tuck a stray hair behind Rita’s ear.

She must be exhausted… you thought. And your suspicions were confirmed as the woman continued to sleep until the water in the tub threatened to go cold. It was then that you gently nudged the brunette out from her slumber. She snorted lightly as her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze still looked shattered and sad, and her lip was still lightly trembling.

“Fuck I’m mm sorry, I must have fallen asleep—” Rita rambled in a quiet mumble.

“Hush, none of that. It’s completely alright…” you comforted the woman, raising your hand for her to stop.

Rita shut her mouth and blushed a little, then shivering in the now cold bath water.

“Thanks…” she whispered.

“Of course. Now let’s get you out and into something warm…” you hummed, grabbing a fluffy towel from the bathroom cabinet and then reaching your hand out towards Rita.

Rita happily took your hand, then climbing out of the tub, then you proceeded to wrap the woman up in the warm towel.

“M-my clothes…” Rita murmured, looking to the ground as fear lurched in the pit of her stomache at the idea of having to wear her bloodied clothing.

You gently rubbed her towel wrapped shoulders with a light smile.

“I grabbed some things before we left your place, the bag is on the toilet. It will have to do for now, until we figure out what to do…” you cooed caringly.

Rita blushed lightly and muttered a thank you. You told her it’s was the least that you could do, before giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her in the bathroom to go through the bag and change.

As you exited the room and walked back into the living room, you found Liz and Alex right where you had left them, with Alex curled up in Liz’s arms. Liz’s head popped up from her gaze on Alex back to you as you came into the living room and took a seat on an opposing couch, with a pondering look on your face.

“I know that look…” Liz hummed cheekily, taking another sip of your scotch, “What’s on your mind, kiddo?”

You bit your lip, pulling out your phone, before looking over to Liz.

“I was thinking about maybe calling Barba…” you mused aloud, your mind questioning on what to do next.

At this, Alex perked up to. Liz’s eyes widened and her expression was a knowing one, one that quickly understood your line of thought.

“I see… What did Rita say?” Liz hummed, placing the scotch back on the table and much to Alex’s delight starting to massage the young blonde’s shoulders.

You looked away from Liz at her words, and back to your phone.

“When I asked where she could go, she said not Rafael… I know that their friends, she’s mentioned him before… But he could help…” you sighed, inwardly conflicted.

Liz sighed at your admission. And she seemed to be in deep thought for a moment before she spoke,

“When you came to me, did I call anyone…?” The older woman asked you.

You bit your lip and sighed.

“No…”

“Exactly. Even though I wanted to… Probably would have called Liv, but I didn’t. Because you didn’t want me to.” Liz spoke,

You once again looked to the ground instead of meeting the older woman’s gaze.

“I’m not saying that Barba is a bad idea…” she slowly explained, “I think that it would be best if we ask Rita first.”

“Ask me what?” Rita’s timid voice echoed through the expansive living room and kitchen.

All three of your heads swiveled with extreme speed to the end of the hallway where the brunette stood. She padded her way through part of the kitchen and then into the living room. You immediately scooted over and lightly waved her over to come and sit. Rita did exactly that before repeating her question, more vocal this time.

“What did you want to ask me first?” The woman spoke.

Liz and Alex immediately eyed you, quirking their eyebrows and very clearly telling you that since this was your idea, you were the one who was going to say something. You gulped, turning your body more towards the group. Your gaze met Rita’s and you reached your hands out to grasp her left available hand and reassuringly squeeze it.

“I… We were talking about maybe calling Liv… or Barba…” you shakily breathed out, squeezing her hand lovingly while speaking to comfort the woman.

The same panic from earlier this night came rushing back to the woman’s gaze. But she was a little more collected now, and she seemed to handle the surge of emotions better this time around.

“I…” Rita stammered, “I don’t know…”

She slumped forward a bit and closed her eyes, a singular tear escaping her eyes. You immediately extended your arm and brought the brunette into your soft embrace.

“That’s okay. We can deal with all that later… How are you feeling…?” You gently spoke.

“Exhausted…” Rita choked out, “and stupid… like it’s all my fault…!”

The broken defense lawyer turned completely towards you, clinging to your frame as she began to cry into your shoulder. You gently caressed her back and shoulders reassuringly.

“That’s it, it’s going to be ok, Rita… It’s all going to be okay…” you soothed the woman.

“B-but how do you know that…?”

You sighed.

“Because… I’ve been through something eerily similar…”

At this, Rita pulled back and looked at you with eyes full of empathy.

“I’m so sorry…” she uttered, fully processing the words you had just spoken.

You smiled lightly and cupped Rita’s face.

“It’s okay… I’m past that now. Now I’m here for you… Now how about bed…?” You hummed caringly.

Rita nodded and hummed a soft thank you, before you guided the woman up and to one of Liz’s many guest bedrooms. You stayed with her until she was asleep, which didn’t take too long, but you stayed nonetheless, before then turning in for the night yourself in another guest room, which Liz had so kindly offered you.

~~

Rita spent the rest of the weekend at Liz’s. Liz and Alex were more than happy to host, and they graciously let you stay as well to keep an eye on the broken brunette.

Then come Monday morning, you were walking into the SVU squad room with Rita anxiously by your side. You grabbed her shaky hand and squeezed it reassuringly, as your other hand rapped on Captain Liv Benson’s office door. Neither of you expected Barba to swing the door open, and he sure as hell didn’t expect to see Rita.

Liv ushered you in, and Rafael could immediately sense something was wrong. Rafael simply closed the door behind you, not bothering to leave.

“Rita, Y/N, how can I help you?” Liv spoke.

Rita shuffled her feet and looked to the ground. You squeezed her hand again and whispered that it was going to be okay.

“Wait what is going on…?” Rafael cut in.

Liv sent Barba a warning glance for him to be quiet to let you or Rita speak. You gently looked towards the brunette, whose lip was now trembling.

“I… I was raped…” Rita shakily breathed out, as a small tear rolled down her left cheek.

~~~

Part 2 with a happy ending…? Or maybe something more angsty…? 😏

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Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Casey Novak is a star pupil and aims to assist one of her favorite professors. Fortunately, Professor Cabot wants to assist her as well.

A/N: I hope ya'll like angst. (Don't worry, it leads to some great smut) Lots of longing and yearning. Mutual yet unprofessed love, of course.

Casey Novak is on her way to becoming top of her class at the University of Oregon School of Law, as is apparent by her grades, her final internship, and her connections. To top it all off, her friends finally convinced her to interview to be a fellow. The interview took place at the end of her second year, and she breezed through it with confidence and grace. Over the summer though, she found herself feeling nervous about the results, though she couldn’t place whether it was anxiety or excitement. She learned that, as a fellow, she would be assigned to a specific professor and one of that professor’s courses. From there, she would assist younger students by guiding them through topics and the professor’s preferences, and she would also help the professor by grading some assignments. Outwardly, she pretended to not care about what professor she was assigned to, but internally, she knew exactly which professor she longed for. 

Her favorite professor used to work for the District Attorney’s office in Portland, where Casey took the opportunity to intern during her last summer before completing law school. The entire time, she found herself hoping to see Professor Cabot around every corner. Most of her superiors in the office remembered her fondly, often reminiscing about her time there and wishing she hadn’t left. This gave Casey all the hope she needed to keep daydreaming about seeing her while assisting with casework. 

The spring of her first year, Casey was fortunate enough to take Alex Cabot’s Criminal Law course. Every concept seemed to click for her, despite her being minutely distracted by the professor’s beauty. Then, in the fall of her second year, she was able to take her Evidence with Professor Cabot. Again, she received the top grade, but not without help. Of course she had the fellows for the courses, but she also started to make a point to meet with the professor to discuss the more complex topics. During these meetings, she felt as though she’d formed a genuine connection with the professor. Her sensible mind knew that their meetings were always strictly professional, but the yearning part of her had hoped that the tension she felt around the professor was mutual. 

Now, a week before her final year begins, Casey takes her time prepping her bag before her pre-semester class. While packing, her computer pings. She pauses and turns to look at the screen, only to find it’s an email with the results of her interview. Everything in her hands landed on her bed as she flung herself at her computer, clicking the email with precision. 

Her eyes scanned the words before her and she rolled her eyes. Leaning back in her desk chair, she rested her forearms on her forehead in frustration. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she whispered into the quiet air of her bedroom. The results were simultaneously relieving and sickening. She was, in fact, chosen to be a fellow for Criminal Law and Evidence courses, but the email did not inform her what professor. Disappointed and antsy, she closed out of her email and went back to preparing for her class that evening. Despite her disappointment in not knowing, she knew that she wouldn’t be without her favorite professor. 

She decided to take this pre-semester class last minute when she found out that Professor Cabot was the one teaching it. In the back of her mind, Casey already knew that she was going to make a point to meet with the professor as often as she could manage. Even if their interactions were strictly professional, Casey knew that Alex Cabot would be a great connection to have. During her internship, Casey had learned that Alex (she still feels sinful for calling the professor by her first name, even if only in her mind) has family in New York City. Her family is involved in the legal system and politics there and could make for a beneficial web of connections outside of Oregon, as Casey had always dreamed of moving East. 

Casey’s walk to class was filled with thoughts of her professor. She tries (and fails) to withhold the excitement she feels about telling her professor about her time at the District Attorney’s office, how she was planning on applying to the Manhattan DA’s office, how she was going to be a fellow… As Casey approaches the door to the classroom, she takes a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn’t realized it, but her heart had started to race and her core felt warm. Normally a nice feeling, her nervous nature made her stomach ache. Taking these few moments to relax, she couldn’t help the daydreams that came to her rescue. 

As she stood at the large windows along the hall, allowing her to stare at the city below, she pictured the blonde woman standing next to her. As she quietly stood, she would rub her hand down Casey’s back and reassure her about her upcoming courses. Casey closed her eyes for a moment in thought, focusing on her breathing. In doing so, she realized that her daydream was becoming quite realistic as she felt faint pressure on her lower back. No, she thought, this is real. Who the fuck? 

Casey turned around and when she saw the figure beside her, she nearly lept out of the window. 

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, exhaling the stabling breaths she’d been taking. She immediately regretted her choice of words. 

The blonde before her smiled, “Sorry,” she chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

The professor smiled and slowly removed her hand. Keeping her gaze focused on Casey's features, she couldn’t help but admire them. “It’s fine,” the student muttered with a smile. 

Casey caught Alex’s eyes and held them for a moment, tension-filled silence shared between them. Alex finally diverted her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat, “I also wanted to see if we could talk after class today?” 

Casey, unaware that Alex’s cheeks turned a light pink upon asking, felt a shiver down her spine and her mouth dry up. She blinked, glancing out of the window and then back to the classroom door, anxiously shifting on her feet. “Yes, absolutely.” 

Alex grinned again, appreciating Casey’s nervousness. While she secretly hoped that Casey was nervous because she liked her, she realized it was likely because she thought she was in trouble. Quickly, Alex elected to reassure her, “it’s nothing bad, I promise.” She paused, trying her damnedest not to stare into the redhead’s green eyes, “it’s about your fellowship.” 

Casey’s knuckles were white as they gripped the railing in front of the window. She nodded, trying to act cool but noticing every bead of sweat on her body as it escaped. “Oh, okay. Yeah,” she was starting to stutter, “that sounds good.” 

To diffuse the tension, Alex checked the watch on her wrist and tilted her head towards the classroom. “Lead the way,” she directed. Her star pupil took direction well and as she passed in front of her, Alex couldn’t help but put her hand on her back again. As they crossed the threshold, she removed her hand and went straight to the podium. While setting up the lecture, she silently hoped that no other students saw where her hand had been. At the forefront of her mind, she constantly berated herself for being so infatuated with a student and for letting it happen. The demon on her shoulder, though, reassured her that Casey is a full-blown adult and could make her own decisions. Furthermore, the demon continued, the advances are not manipulative and the interactions are mutual. Casey had made many attempts to meet with Alex, supposedly under the guise of discussing academics, but their conversations often ventured into personal matters. 

The angel on her other shoulder, sorely disliked by Alex most of the time, advocated for the ethical dilemma of becoming involved with a student, regardless of age. For some time, the angel had been winning the argument, pleading with Alex to not jeopardize not only her job, but also her career as a whole. This summer, however, Alex couldn’t help the fantasies that passed through her mind. Not all of them were sexual, of course, some were mere yearning for company. Now, having found out shortly before class time that her request had gone through, she couldn’t help but daydream about experiencing Casey’s playful banter, her genuine conversation and concern, and her presence on a consistent basis for the academic year to come. 

The lecture seemed to get longer each time Casey glanced at the clock on the wall, just above her professor. Fortunately, the content was intriguing and Casey was glad to be learning it. However, it could not hold her attention for long in comparison to the sight before her and the nervous thoughts at the front of her mind. Had the interview actually gone poorly and the other faculty sent Cabot to deliver the news? Was Cabot going to inform her that the professor she’d be fellowing for was not herself? Or, was she fellowing for Cabot but the professor felt that Casey would need extra guidance? 

While the anxious bot in her brain droned on, the deviant in the back of her bran ran rampant. Each time she caught herself staring at the professor’s jaw line, or her fingers, or her skirt, she would force herself to look down at her notes and copy every word on the slide before her. While doing so muddled her actual notes about the content, it kept her eyes from wandering and potentially making the professor uncomfortable. Her brain wrote the words without intention so that it could create visions in Casey’s mind’s eye; she envisioned her meeting with the professor afterwards, waiting for everyone to leave the room and then placing her hands on her hips and professing her attraction. 

The speaking finally stopped and all anyone could hear was pens on paper, the clacking of computer keys, and the turning of pages. Casey glanced up from her notebook to find the professor scanning the room and looking down. “I think it’s time for dinner,” Alex stated and the attention of her pupils was promptly redirected. She glanced at the clock behind her and turned around, “the readings for the week are in your syllabus, be sure to have your case outlines prepared for tomorrow. We’ll be discussing the facts and developing potential resolutions.” She gave a curt nod to the rows in front of her, “see you tomorrow, thank you.” Turning her back on the class, a chorus of papers and zippers began.

She, too, gathered her things and turned back to search the crowd of students for her favorite one. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the redhead reach the landing and walk towards her, eyes glimmering as she smiled. Alex was oblivious to it, but Casey was painfully aware of how her hands tremor as she approached. 

“You ready?” Alex asked her plainly, her thin red lips smiling sweetly at Casey. 

If Casey had no self-control she would have swooned. “Yes,” she answered. She anticipated that Alex would just talk to her there, but instead, Alex started to lead them out of the room. Casey’s heart beat faster somehow as they made their way down the hall and to the elevator in silence. 

When they reach the elevator, Alex presses the button for them and then glances over her shoulder to look at the younger woman beside her. Casey, fighting the tension, kept her eyes straight ahead. Alex did the same, her inner monologue trying to gaslight her into believing she wasn’t that attracted to her. The elevator didn’t take long, both of them silently thanking the universe, and dinged at her floor. Alex exited first and went straight to her office, unlocking it and waving Casey inside. 

“You can close it,” she instructed Casey as she set down her belongings. The office was one of the few tidy ones, as most professors didn’t have time to organize their files upon returning to the office, electing to set them on their desk instead. 

Casey, whose cheeks were now bright red and burning, making her almost nauseous, slowly shut the door, clicking it closed. She took slow steps towards the chair in front of Alex’s desk, waiting for further instruction. 

Alex looked up, her eyes moving up and down as she observed Casey’s nerves. She chuffed, “You can sit,” she nodded at the chair. Casey took her seat as instructed and watched as Alex moved around her office, simultaneously putting things away and getting things out. “I’m sorry,” she stated, startling Casey from her observation. 

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as Alex set down a collection of files. Alex took a stance, sitting on top of the desk, her legs loosely crossed. Against her self-control, Casey’s eyes traveled down the professor’s body, lingering on her bare legs. 

Alex grinned, noting the subtle action and saving it for later in the back of her mind. “For making you nervous. It really isn’t anything bad,” she tried to reassure, looking down on the woman before her. 

Casey leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over top of the other, trying her best to appear nonchalant. “Well,” she let her eyes search the floor, “what is it?” 

Her eyes returned to her professor’s expression, who smiled, a sweet glint in her eye. She clicked her tongue as she opened her mouth to speak, “you’re going to be my fellow. I asked if I could tell you myself.” 

Casey tried but couldn’t hide the way her face lit up. “That’s awesome,” she said awkwardly, her hand running through her hair. “I had hoped I would be your fellow.” 

Alex took her bottom lip between her teeth for a second, trying to push down the giddiness that rose in response to Casey’s comment. “When I found out that you interviewed, I requested you.” 

Casey felt her stomach flip excitedly. She knows her cheeks are giving away her feelings. “Really?” 

Alex nodded, happily, her hands wandering to the stack of files. “I also wanted to talk to you because I wanted to get a feel for where you’re at with the topics. I know you took the courses a while ago.”

Casey raised her head, starting to nod, and suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I think I feel pretty good about them. I think I feel ready,” she told her professor, hoping for quick reassurance. 

“Are you?” Alex asked, intending for it to sound like pride. The subtle ways Casey’s face fell indicated that it was not received that way. “You did really well in both courses, so I have no doubts you understand the content.” She tried desperately to build Casey back up as the girl’s green eyes wandered around the room. “But, I pulled these files together to help refresh your memory on some things and to give you some tips for guiding them.” 

Alex’s cheeks reddened and her chest tightened. She hadn’t intended to hurt Casey’s feelings, but she couldn’t take it back now. She handed Casey the stack of files, which she took graciously and started flipping through them. As Casey studied them, her strawberry blonde hair fell around her face, making her push the strands behind her ear mindfully. Alex felt the impulse rise in her chest and fought to ignore it. 

Her fighting was for nothing, “I was wondering if you’d like to discuss it over drinks?” In her mind’s eye she smacked herself, shook her head, and vomited. 

Casey’s lips turned up into a smile, one of disbelief. She wasn’t sure she’d heard what she thought she did. “What?” She asked, her shoulders tensing as she closed the files and watched Alex closely. 

Alex swallowed the lump in her throat and held her composure as much as possible. She removed herself from the desk and walked around to sit behind it. Now, across from Casey and at eye level, she noticed Casey’s cheeks slowly return back to their sweet ivory, peppered with freckles. “I mean, after you go over the files of course. We could get coffee, alcohol…” her breath caught in her throat as she thought, “other drinks.” A nervous laugh made its way out of her throat. 

Casey’s tongue darted over her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth, the smile pulling to her cheeks. Her mind screamed as she realized that ‘professional matters only’ was becoming a thing of the past. Now, the genuine connection she’d thought they had was coming to light as reality. “I would love to. Coffee is always a great option,” she answers, her chest fluttering. 

Alex released the breath she’d been holding, “great.” A deep replacement breath while her eyes were trained on Casey’s lips. “Tomorrow morning?” 

Casey nodded, “that sounds perfect, Professor.” In that moment, uttering the word ‘professor’ felt almost like a tease. Her mind swam with fantasies, as it had done earlier, but now they felt possible. She stood and gathered her things, taking the files in her arm. She started to leave, but turned with a question, “what time?” 

Her tone was almost sheepish but it got Alex’s attention. Alex stood and made her way to her student, a sticky note in hand. She shrugged, her confidence in her role returning. “How about ten?” Casey nodded, her eyes staring at the sticky note in her professor’s hands. “Here,” she stuck it on the top of the files. “My number, you’ll need it for questions about the class you’re helping. Text me and I’ll send you the address for coffee tomorrow.” 

Casey felt overwhelmed, unable to process the gravity of the gift. She nodded, “Okay, will do. Thank you,” she looked her professor in the eyes, her gaze only lingering on her lips for a moment. 

“No, thank you. I know I’ll appreciate your help this year.” 

“Of course,” Casey responded sheepishly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Alex felt a ping of sadness as Casey opened the door to her office, “see you tomorrow, Novak.” 

[barokvanziekscumeater69]

My final considerations on the duology

The game should be played and considered as one. They are more woven than JFA is to AA or AAI2 is to AAI1. You can play these isolated, but doing this with TGAA will seriously hamper your experience

The music is phenomenal, I don’t mind the occasional violin

Barok is the best prosecutor in the franchise, unrivaled. Has similar motifs as Edgeworth, but he doesn’t mop around like he does because he fucking fights with swords. His logic is perfect, and you actually need to work the logic in your brain to try countering his arguments. It also hurts how much he is suffering for the sake is others, and this isn’t clearly brought up. His unjust reputation as the reaper made a permanent target on his back and on the people he cares about. He is scared to get close to people because he knows they’re getting hurt one way or another. Unlike Natsume, his existence is truly cursed.

The pacing is a delicate topic with those games. The consensus is that Adventures is slow with bloated dialogue, while the second game has great pacing. For me, in the first game, the only cases with pacing problems are the first and the fifth. The first being way of a wild goose chase until we get to the point of the steak plates and the fifth has an unnecessarily bloated investigation that could’ve been easily cut in half. The trial portion could’ve seen less of the brother’s testimony. As for the second game, the first two cases could have been more joined with the whole professor case. Take the first case for example, we could have another more interesting culprit that could be working for the Reaper organization or plant some evidence in Brett’s belongings that could point out that she is no mere student and is more involved with the murders than she lets on. In the second case, we could have a little Selden flashback scene telling about the Baskerville family or about the dog, and we could piece this stuff together afterwards. For me the first game is ok with the 4th case not being that much of a filler, but the second one is just about the third case onwards (together with the fact that the last two are just one big case split into two further support my theory)

I like all the characters and for once we have very great culprits (except for the photographer and the ballerina maybe). Destroying the classic ace attorney image of a dumb and gullible judge with Jigoku was the perfect thing for me. Green was surprisingly cunning for a wealthy girl, and Shamspeare is just about money and deception. Destroying his reputation by telling the jury he actually steals gas is one of the best moments in ace attorney for me

Ryu is my favorite protagonist. Great motives and internal monologue, has actual development over the course of the cases, and we see him grow past his anxiety into someone bold.

Susato also breaks the mold by not being the stupid female sidekick we always have. She outsmarts Ryu and saves his case more than twice.

Gregson is quite the figure. He has his own agenda considering his work under the Reaper organization, and actually took the matter of training Gina seriously. Must hurt to be always on the lookout for backstabbing from Stronghart, and it's a shame he isn’t talked about much like the other characters

Gina is phenomenal. Had amazing moments everytime she was onscreen. Not going to over repeat myself, but great person and amazing development. Just wish we had more moments of her interactions with Gregson and a little more insight into her backstory.

Graphics and art style are phenomenal, they put their contemporary 3d AA games behind with its more fluid animations and great use of the 3d environments.

I recommend you play this entry last so you can be surprised on how this duology plays into the classic ace attorney tropes.

One of the best games I’ve played. 10/10 and has a noticeable quality when compared to the modern ace attorney games. The Japanese fandom sure loves to nitpick, and I’m surprised that this game had a bad reception the first time around when launched for the 3ds. Sure the plot may not be for everyone but how can you say SoJ his beter than this?

Kazuma is considered a rival character, but is the second worst besides Nahyuta. Don’t like his design and motivation, and don’t care for his sassy personality either.

[ai-the-broccoli]

Luka is actually kind of like Klavier Gavin, I think

(messy informal comparative analysis)

this might feel like a little bit of a jarring comparison to some, because Luka is kinda remembered by many fans for his fucked up-ness (largely because he takes on an antagonistic role in alnst and is involved in the death and/or harming of major characters that many fans have emotional investment in), while Klavier is often known/remembered as the nicest rival prosecutor in AA.

so. now I get where that impression regarding Klavier comes from, and in fact I think it IS kinda true afaik, but you know what I gotta say something. Klavier very well might be the nicest prosecutor indeed, but imo this really isn't necessarily because he is actually extremely really nice all the time, but rather because the other prosecutors are really fucking mean on average lmao. the majority of them routinely physically assault the defense attorney in court so like. yeah! technically, Klavier is much nicer! in that he doesn't physically attack others in court, doesn't hold a strong personal grudge against the defense (even when he technically could've found a reason for it) unlike several other prosecutors, and cares about finding the truth more than various others prosecutors and is willing to work together with the defense toward that goal.

all of that however doesn't mean he's actually super super nice. I do not say this out of dislike for Klavier; he is one of my favourite characters in AA, and this is part of what I like him for. he definitely acts significantly "chiller" than the other prosecutors, but in terms of niceness or the lack thereof, he has his moments too. most notably, the time when he was very callous about Wocky's presumed upcoming death, as well as Klavier's behaviour during some trials in Turnabout Serenade. in general he can be callous and/or even slightly sadistic at times, and often, the more stress he is under, the more the latter tends to show. on a related note, Klavier is also fairly manipulative* imo, as in he is quite capable of stringing the scenario in the courtroom along to his will.

* reminder that this is a morally neutral thing btw. in a general/wide sense, "manipulativeness/manipulation" isn't actually this really rare sinister evil thing that is only done by malicious parties. actually, a hell lot of things that nearly everyfuckingbody does (consciously or unconsciously) on a regular basis are acts of manipulation, technically, in social and interpersonal settings.

anyway back to the point. what's relevant here is that typically, people are more likely to develop a tendency to manipulate to a degree that is above average and/or otherwise different from the typical/socially accepted forms of manipulation, if there has been a need and/or a desire for it. this goes for, for example, some children who grow up in hostile, controlling, neglectful, and/or otherwise toxic environments, where they learned to manipulate as a survival skill and/or defense mechanism.

... which I do think is the likely case for both Luka and Klavier. when you look at it, both of them kind of have like. covert control freak tendencies? this is despite the fact that they always act totally Chill and Charming as long as they can

for Klavier, his chill-dazzling-and-charming persona very visibly slips at various points starting in Turnabout Serenade, not only when he's away from the courtroom (when he more actively acts out) but also sometimes when he's in the courtroom too -- like, he visibly shows a moment of stress/anxiety every time he learns of information he has not been able to obtain/expect before, and stuff.

for Luka, there's also the moment in Round 7 where Till gets distracted when he finally sees Mizi in the crowd, and the stage thus stops playing out the way Luka has expected, and Luka is shown to be annoyed by that.

when you look at it, both of them very much kind of are control freaks. they're Performers in every sense of the word, and like. the ways they act on their respective "stages" (for Luka, the literal stage; for Klavier, both the literal stage, and the courtroom, which is a different stage of his. and kind of in life in general if you view him that way, but to a lesser extent. here I'm talking about his court cases and stage performances.)? They both meticulously pre-plan their "performances" -- that's why they're able to pull it off so calmly, coolly and seemingly effortlessly -- and they really do not like it when something completely unexpected disrupts their plans.

see Luka's interview for instance:

7. How do you calm your nerves on stage? I think ahead about how I would handle a possible problem situation. You never know what will happen on stage, so it’s important to have a solution in mind. That’s how you keep your heart rate under control – again, I have my father’s training to thank for this. (laugh) 8. “Luka is unlike any other ALNST winner” – this seems to be the popular opinion. What do you think sets you apart? ALNST is a survival competition, but what’s more important is the performance itself. Focusing solely on the performance and putting on the perfect stage is what every participant should have in mind.

Luka is annoyed to see Mizi suddenly appearing to distract Till because he probably has not prepared for a way to counter such an incident, and now his perfect stage is ruined.

also. earlier I mentioned the (mild?) sadism exhibited by Klavier at certain times (especially when he's stressed out) and this is also seen in Luka's behavior and. again. this is also kinda about control, because when you mess with people like that, you are reinforcing a feeling of control over the situation and the other people, which is exactly why Klavier mostly kinda does it when he feels like everything is out of wack and his life is messed up and slipping out of his control.

e.g. in Turnabout Serenade (aka Klavier's Terrible Horrible Very Bad No Good Night + its aftermath) he deliberately manipulates the conversation so that Apollo accidentally does the work for him, of proving something that makes the defendant seem more guilty/suspicious rather than less, and Klavier delights in doing so.

compare Luka who likes to mess with his opponents' mind during the performance, and laughs at Till when Till begins to have traumatic flashbacks due to Luka's manipulation

in Klavier's case, it makes sense from a psychological perspective that he will have such control issues if we consider Kristoph's influence on him; Kristoph is shown to be very controlling and manipulative in general as well as to Klavier (incredibly strong red flags during their onscreen interaction). in that case, while I think it's likely/possible that Klavier's control thing is multisourced, it's safe to assume that his background with Kristoph, where he was placed in a situation where he had a distinct lack of anatomy / where someone else had an unhealthy amount of control over Klavier's life, is a key reason to it.

In a similar vein, nearly every single aspect of Luka's life is highly controlled by his alien guardian Heperu, except for Luka's performances. this does make it natural that he would opt for total control of everything to have power over what he can, on the stage where he is performing, the only place where he has a sense of anatomy.

...and yeah that's all I think. this isn't a very comprehensive analysis or anything, I just had a thought and decided I should write it down lol

[sammywolfgirl]

Idk when I’ll draw this but I’ve been having Poppy Fulbright thoughts and imma inflict them on y’all

And uh Simon Blackquill investigation arc because I guess that’s now a thing in whatever au ace attorney thing this is. Oh my god I’m going to have to name it aaaaaa anyways

So friend is playing through SOJ (I am too but I’m being less consistent about it because anxiety is mean for dumb reasons and also I got stuff to do) and I’m thinking about the case Poppy definitely camios in, Storyteller.

So she’s about 13 since according to the timeline SOJ is a year after DD and I’m leaning towards the Simon investigations are being after SOJ (though stuff is still going on in thr background but it’s like setup)

Anyways best way to simplify it is in DD poppy comes off as more shy and antisocial, but in SOJ poppy is at the dawn of her gremlin arc.

Is it because she’s gaining more social confidence to become a more true version of herself (a menace to society)? Or is she processing her emotions she’s getting actual therapy to properly understand (thanks athena) and processing Grief over, you know *gestures to DD* all that and it’s manifesting in her being a little shit.

Both? Might be a mix of both. But nahyuta gets to be on the receiving end of a 13 year olds passive aggressive wrath because “he was mean to Ms Sunflower and prosecutor Birdsnest” and told them they’d go to hell which is hitting a little close to home for poppy In a bad way.

Aunt Bee is a bitch and poppy doesn’t like her, this mean prosecutor saying similar things to people she loves means she also doesn’t like him.

So imagine, you’re the prosecutor, and not only does this other prosecutor cocouncil for the defense, but this child who follows him abound Also jumps behind the bench, and keeps glaring at you in what looks like her best attempt to imitate him, and just frowns at you with the heat of a thousand suns behind her eyes.

And then after the trial she goes up to you and calls you stinky in your native tongue and that was apparently a surprise to the defense team too because the panda is laughing and the lawyer is sputtering and wondering when she learned to say that.

Nahyuta gets bullied by a 13 year old and it’s fucking hilarious I don’t think he’d know how to handle that. I’ll probably get a more solid vibe once I replay that case but uhhhhh yeah.

I also need to check if that case has a recess because if not poppy will just step out and come back. Because turns out she actually called mister the phantom (who’s in jail but do to reasons I’m ironing out poppy is allowed to have monitored calls with for reasons) and asked them to teach her to say that. And they did, because why not.

Anyways add that to the comic practice idea thing.

But uh… anyways yeah poppy hitting Nahyuta with the “I don’t like you, you’re mean and a bully, you’re not invited to my birthday party” and throwing off his groove thank you for coming to my Ted talk

Now for the investigations arc. Uhhhh plot wise all I got is this vague “Simon and the phantom work to take down the spy organization ring whatever they were employed by” and about halfway in poppy joins them because she’s very stubborn about getting to know the only other person she’s ever met that’s like her.

Everyone is processing shit, and also none of these bitches know how to handle an emotion, athena please save them, athena please!

It’s uh, still very wip, I wanna play through the investigations to get a feel fro it, frankly I’m leaning onto this ‘game’ having like 6 ‘cases’ but it’s espionage right? So would that even be structured the same? Do I have to limit myself to that? I don’t know I’m screaming into the void I just got what character points I want to hit because we get character arcs here. Everyone is going through it, phantom included, you are not safe.

This is very unorganized. Uhhh I’ve also been thinking who could camio in this, like both realistically in an espionage plot wise thing and also in a “my house my rules bring in the blorbo” or just fun character interactions. Like Kay Faraday, I just think she could have a fun dynamic with the gang even if she’s just here for one case. Or agent lang. or hell Franziska! Idk I guess it’ll be more clear the more I develop the plot and realize who could fit where and stuff. Like I got a solid idea for Kay being there as like an escort when poppy joins the group. Because she’s 14 at most by this point but still shouldn’t be like unsupervised especially when she’s being brought in on an interpol case thing even if it’s just to hang around.

Also Kay could bring Taka and Taka is a game mechanic babyyyyy send the bird to get evidence or check stuff out! Send the bird to attacka! Is it really a playable Simon game if we don’t get to send Taka out to do shit?

I uhh… don’t have much else to add here. Feel free to ask about stuff in the ask box god I wanna develop this idea. Or just talk about stuff.

[caseycabotsvu]

Casey Novak x (Student Intern) Reader x Alex Cabot (Are you coping?)

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Reader is a student law intern at the district attorney's office; her mentors are Casey and Alex. Reader struggles with her past after an abusive home life. When school should have been her safe place, instead she was assaulted. After leaving home and beginning law school she won an internship at the firm. Life starts looking up, but will y/n be able to cope with the pressure of her internship? (Reader struggles with Anxiety and Depression. TW: SH) - 2305 Words

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As usual, my day starts with my alarm blaring as I turn over switching it off, dragging myself out of bed, across the hallway into the bathroom. I undress getting into the shower letting the water trickle over my body waking me up for the day. Sometimes I miss the days when I would get in the shower and my arms would sting with the sensations caused the day previous, it was a bad way of coping and I knew that but it's the only way I knew. Pulling myself out of the shower, I repeated as always how proud I was of myself for being clean and finding other ways to cope, but with the pressure I had been under recently I was craving the release that my blade once brought me.

I loved the internship, and I knew I had earned it. Casey and Alex where my bosses and they treated me well, I knew they had high standards, and I was so scared to let them down or allow the powerful women to see any form of weakness in me. Pulling on my dress and heels I headed for the kitchen grabbing my coffee and bag before heading out the door. Today was a huge step, it was my first day in court, under the guidance of my mentors. Casey and Alex had been prepping me for weeks, going over the process and indulging my every anxiety in hopes of keeping me calm on the day. They had once been in my shoes and knew how stressful the first trial could be so they wanted me to be as prepared as possible, so I could start off on the right foot.

Stepping out into the street, the bustling of people sucked me in as I walked for my metro to work. I scanned my card at the gates striding onto the busy rush hour platform. Pushing onto the metro as it arrived I seated myself, looking up at those around me, catching a glimpse of someone I had not seen in a very long time. Feeling panic wash over me in a hot flush I fumbled around my bag trying to appear calm, my abuser, the guy from my school was sat on the same metro as me. I knew he could not hurt me, but I was still pulled back into the times he did, feeling dirty all over again. Whilst fumbling around my bag I came across my old purse, something I used to carry with me for relief in the moments I couldn't cope with my emotions. I felt so guilty knowing it was there but facing the world today was going to be hard, so I had it as a back up in case I needed it.

Getting to my stop the subway halted and I ran off the carriage as fast as I could hoping to make it straight to work without being near the guy. I never looked back as I dashed up the stairs and through into the foyer, towards my shared office with Casey and Alex, shoving the door open frantically I wasn't expecting Alex or Casey to be here already so when they looked over concerned I turned red, needing a second to compose myself. I could not let them see me breakdown.

Casey: "Good morning y/n. How are you, you look stressed?" She shot you a sympathetic smile, presuming you were worried about court. You didn't answer instead just looked at both women in shock.

Alex: "Earth to y/n? Are you okay?" Alex questioned, believing the same as Casey.

Y/n: "Yeah umm sorry I...yeah your right I'm just a bit nervous for today that's all, nothing else." I forced out a laugh trying to remain calm as they both gave you a reassuring look.

Casey: "Okay come sit and we can prepare the notes together before we go in. You can take control in this trial but if you need someone to take over at anytime we will."

Alex: "We aren't expecting you to be perfect sweetie, your only young and you have years ahead of you, all we ask is you try your best and take all the experience that comes okay." Alex reassured, trying to remove some pressure.

Y/n: "Thank you both, really I just want it to be over." You laughed composing yourself and trying to lighten the mood.

Casey: "You're going to be great sweetie trust me. We've seen what your capable of, your smart and collected and you're going to be such an amazing attorney."

With that you all sat and discussed the case and planned questions for the defendant. You began to calm down forgetting of your earlier panic, as work took over. All three of you headed for court, the corridor felt so long, as your anxiety ramped up. Walking into court there wasn't too many people which made it easier, but you were still on edge. Stepping to the stand you began the trial as instructed, cross examining the defendant. Getting into your flow, you began to feel less anxious, until the defendant's attorney decided to begin questioning you, his aggression showing. As he approaches, you backed away feeling intimidated as his eyes fixed on you.

I could feel my heart begin pounding as if I were a scared kid again waiting for him to hit me just as I was used to at home. The judge, stopped him before he got to close and reprimanded him for trying to psych out the new intern, accusing him of threatening behaviour. A small break was granted, allowing us to reconvene in 10 minutes. Alex waved me towards her and Casey, congratulating me on how well I had been doing, calling the man a pig for his disgusting behaviour towards a young woman. I smiled along, all whilst cursing myself internally, believing I wasn't good enough and would never be. They were just being nice, it's their job. But that wasn't true.

Alex decided to take over the trial as the evidence was already shaky, you believed this to be your fault, but it wasn't. There had been no forensics from the start so nothing scientific to back up the prosecution, a hard case to start with. As court ended we lost the case, unsurprising due to the insufficient evidence, but I couldn't help thinking it was my fault, I was the liability as always.

Rushing out of court I grabbed my bag running towards the toilets. I slammed the stall door grabbing my only coping mechanism from my bag. The blade I had been free from for years was back and I needed to feel the pain. Grabbing my blazer sleeve and rolling it up, seeing the faint scars left behind, I dug the blade into my arm feeling the wave of pain wash over me, I felt relieved, but guilty. I dragged to blade repeatedly over my skin creating long lines watching the blood bubble to the surface and run down my wrist. Realising I was now covered and how long I had been I quickly cleaned my arm up pulling my blazer sleeve back over them making sure they were hidden. I shoved the blade back into my bag and grabbing some tissues to dry my eyes. Looking in the mirror I could see my eyes bloodshot from crying and my hair messy. I fixed my hair and reapplied some makeup in attempt to cover up my upset. Walking back to the office, trying to appear as composed as I could, praying Alex and Casey had left for lunch, but they hadn't. They had been waiting for me to return. Giving them a sheepish look I walked in placing my bag down, the guilt consuming me. Alex approached, i didn't dare look up, backing away into the corner, my body scared of the repercussions, something that it was programmed to do over my childhood.

Alex realised you were scared and didn't approach any further, used to dealing with victims she could tell, as could Casey that something was wrong.

I sat in silence for a while before hearing Alex speak.

Alex: "Sweetie, its okay, you did incredibly well, for such a tough case. Even I couldn't have won that one."

Casey: "It was a tough case y/n, there was barely any evidence. Be proud of yourself for having the courage to stand tall in court today." She smiled at you, as tears began to fall down your cheeks. At this point both women looked concerned, never having seen your break. They came towards you quickly to console you, but you panicked scared they would hurt you. Dropping down into the corner covering your head, Casey could see the signs, she recognised her younger self in you, cursing herself for not noticing earlier. Covering your head in fear you braced yourself for the onslaught of abuse, but it never came. Casey kneeled instead, and Alex got on the floor, waiting for you to come round. After a while you looked up, tears staining your face. Casey reaching out a tissue for you to grab. Shuffling closer to them, Alex helped you up and onto the sofa, as they sat either side of you.

Casey: "That's it honey, take some deep breaths for me, you're okay, you're here and nobodies going to hurt you sweetheart."

Alex: "Were here for you sweetie, were not going anywhere, your safe with us." Sniffling I reached out for the tissues, in the moment not realising my sleeve had become stained with blood. Alex's brows furrowed shooting a concerned look to Casey as Casey nodded seeing it also. For a while silence hung in the office as you calmed down. Casey took her chance to check you over now.

Casey: "Honey, it's okay no need to be scared I know you've had a hard day, but I need to ask you something before I can let you leave." You nodded still unaware of the grave mistake you had made. "What happened to your sleeve love, there's blood soaking through it." Panicking you tried to get up, only to be pulled down by Alex who held you in her tight embrace.

Alex: "Its okay sweetie, we just want to make sure your safe. It's something we've both seen lots. Its understandable why you'd turn to this to cope."

Y/N: "I..I...I'm fine it's just been a stressful day, I saw my abuser on the metro this morning, I got intimidated by the prosecutor and on top of it all I fucked up the trial and we lost."

Casey: "Honey your clearly not fine, you didn't lose the trial it was never going to be won, that was impossible. And as for this morning, that prosecutor is a known bully. You don't deserve to carry the pain of other people's actions towards you, I've been there, and it can be unbearable feeling so alone. I promise you have us, and we'll be with you every step of the way."

Alex: "We've got you and you're never going to face judgement from either of us, we all have our ways of coping, we just want to keep you safe, okay? Can you let us see and clean you up, so they don't get infected sweetie?" Still in Alex's soft embrace you reached out your arm to Casey, allowing her to roll up you sleeve and see your arm littered with cuts. You hid your face into Alex feeling ashamed, she only held you tighter as you sobbed . Grabbing the first aid kit Casey cleaned up your arms with care, trying to be as gentle as she could, applying some antiseptic cream and plasters. She pulled your sleeve back down and pulled you into a hug. For once you felt safe and cared for, they held you as you sobbed, breaking your heart to them about your abusive household and the guy who assaulted you repeatedly throughout school. Alex and Casey listened intensely before speaking.

Alex: "Honey I was thinking, I'm not fully comfortable letting you go home alone today, I just want to make sure your okay tonight, would you like to come stay at Casey and I's appartement?" Casey nodded reassuring you it was okay, and you agreed, scared to be alone tonight. The two women held you up, practically carrying you out of the office taking your home. Once in the appartement they got you some pyjamas, which swamped your tiny frame, guiding you into the spare room to get some rest as they went back to the kitchen to prepare some dinner.

Alex: "How could anyone treat such a sweet girl so horribly. She was clearly vulnerable, and they all took advantage of her. That's no childhood for anyone."

Casey: "I know Alex it breaks my heart she faced those awful things; she doesn't deserve the pain she must face on a daily basis. How does she keep going, I would have crumbled." Casey began to cry, the reminder of her past becoming overwhelming. Alex pulled her into her embrace holding her girlfriend tight, peppering her forehead with kisses.

Alex: "I love you with all my heart Casey Novak, your the bravest person I know."

Casey: "I love you too, Alex Cabot."

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Alright y'all, I'm going do something I don't normally do and get political for a minute. I mean, I reblog things that are political sometimes, but I don't make my own posts about them.

So, I was on Kamala Harris' wikipedia page. Bc she's running for president. And I'm gonna vote for her bc she's not Trump. But I wanna see what she stands for or whatever. For what that's worth in American politics these days. (btw how fucked up is it that everyone refers to Biden and Trump by their last name, but Kamala by her first? like with Hillary there was the excuse of her last name being tied to a former president aka her husband. but with Kamala Harris there is no reason to justify it? it's just plain old sexism)

And I found this:

That's a screenshot from her wikipedia page. Oh shit, screen readers won't be able to pic up what that says. Let me copy and paste it here:

In February 1998, San Francisco district attorneyTerence Hallinan recruited Harris as an assistant district attorney.[55] There she became the chief of the Career Criminal Division, supervising five other attorneys, where she prosecuted homicide, burglary, robbery, and sexual assault cases – particularly three-strikes cases. In 2000, Harris reportedly clashed with Hallinan's assistant, Darrell Salomon,[56] over Proposition 21, which granted prosecutors the option of trying juvenile defendants in Superior Court rather than juvenile courts.[57] Harris campaigned against the measure, which passed. Salomon opposed directing media inquiries about Prop 21 to Harris and reassigned her, a de facto demotion. Harris filed a complaint against Salomon and quit

For those of you who don't know what Prop 21 is, here is a summary from the wikipedia page:

California Proposition 21, known also as Prop 21, was a proposition proposed and passed in 2000 that increased a variety of criminal penalties for crimes committed by youth and incorporated many youth offenders into the adult criminal justice system. Major provisions of the proposition, as summarized by Attorney General of California are:

Increased punishment for gang-related felonies; death penalty for gang-related murder; indeterminate life sentences for home-invasion robbery, carjacking, witness intimidation and drive-by shootings; and a new crime of recruiting for gang activities; and authorizes wiretapping for gang activities.

Requires adult trial for juveniles 14 or older charged with murder or specified sex offenses.

Elimination of informal probation for juveniles committing felonies.

Required registration for gang related offenses.

Designation of additional crimes as violent and serious felonies, thereby making offenders subject to longer sentences.

As someone who works with kids, let me just say that charging a literal teenager as an adult is absolutely horrendous. Because they are not adults. Studies have, in fact, shown that the adolescent brain is only about 80 percent developed.

I have worked with teenagers. They are not children, but they aren't adults. Like Britney Spears said "Not a girl, not yet a woman" Except you know, replace girl and woman with whatever your gender is.

And it's tough for these kids. I think a lot of adults forget how hard it is. Puberty. Hormones. The social hell that is high school. And there are so many of these kids walking around undiagnosed. Bc a lot of mental illnesses can trigger in your teenage years, most commonly depression and anxiety. Which is like, just a natural fear response to the American education system, tbh. Not only for mental illness, but also for disorders and disabilities. There are parents who refuse to get their kids help. I'm not talking about the 'I don't want to medicate my child' people, though they are annoying af too. Like, there are parents who will be told somehow by the school system that their child is showing delays, etc. And they just...refuse to process that. They can't accept it, so their kid goes their whole life until adulthood without getting the help they need. Some of them get help as adults. Some of them don't. And that's not even to mention the dozens of kids who fall through the cracks.

So I personally think it's a good thing that our possible future president was opposed to it. Like, she's got that going for her. And in today's political hellscape I take my wins where I can.

[quazikam]

introduction- (finally changing this LMAO)

no idea how to make a good intro so get ready for some word vomit

first and foremost I'm the saimota fan ever

but hey! I go by quazi (or kam) and I'm a she/her and aroace so bear with me when I try talking about romance in any way (for I have no idea what I'm talking about)

I'm a dumbass with adhd so apologies in advance if some of the shit I say makes little to no sense

and if it wasn't clear already, my current main interest is Danganronpa(I am cringe and I am free), but here's a list of my other (main) fixations:

Sonic

Kingdom Hearts

Pokemon (primarily X and Y)

Yu-gi-oh!

Deltarune

FNaF

(Super) Paper Mario

Mob Psycho 100

WoF

DDLC

Ace Attorney

Scott Pilgrim

this is still primarily my Danganronpa blog so here's my top characters from each game in no particular order

thh: toko, chihiro, mukuro, celestia, sakura

sdr2: akane, ibuki, twogami, sato, kazuichi, peko, mikan, chiaki, nagito

udg: komaru, toko(she's in thh yes but she got such a glow up here), hiroko

v3: shuichi, kaito, maki, kaede, gonta, tenko

as a warning 90% of my posts are about shuichi saihara so don't be surprised when you get jumpscared by this idiot

also felt the need to add that I have crazy social anxiety and awkwardness so if I don't respond to comments, messages or reblogs or compliments (I'm especially bad at knowing how to take compliments so I apologize) then just know that I do see it and appreciate that kinda thing a ton

that's kinda it

enjoy??

and just some cool things under the cut! :] (there's a lot)

the saimota angst is real chat

favorite drv3 fics

the sdr2 girlies

akane bestows the greatest honor onto soda man

cutest thing to ever exist don't fight me on this

I've come to make an announcement

saimota-core song

how to justify danganronpa being dumb: a guide

behold! 1000 cereals

yasuhiro's silly nicknames

the closet does not exist for shuichi saihara ultimate homosexual

shuichi likes dust

nonbinary AND KNUCKLES

chihiro!! yayayay!

send his goofy ass to the fire

art of trial 6 hehe

motivation to make it to friday

SONIC FRONTIERSSSSS ANGST

[ryuichirou]

Replies

We have A LOT of replies today! <3 Thank you for your asks!

Quite a bunch of them are related to our latest comic about Riddle and his mom, some are related to our previous replies, and some are just about the characters in general.

But before I start I wanted to note one thing: I’m probably going to start skipping some asks, and I’m sorry for that. I always try to answer everyone, but it’s getting more difficult for me to keep up, especially when writing replies where I don’t really have much to say. I’m not saying that you should stop: we read everything and appreciate you sharing your thoughts about characters with us; but please keep in mind that I might not reply. Like I’ve mentioned, me writing replies takes one (sometimes up to two) hour per day, and since I’m an artist, not a writer, it’s especially exhausting for me mentally lol I’m sorry about that.

I love talking to you, and I don’t want my replies to feel forced and burnt-out, that’s the main thought.

So, starting with the asks about Riddle’s mom and her amusing poster.

characharing asked:

i see Riddle's mom doesn't know of Chenya yet

I guess Chenya is just better at not being noticed when he wants to, being the Cheshire cat and all~

Anonymous asked:

Alrighty, who wants to go and throw apples at Riddle’s mom?

Probably the entirety of Heartslabyul…

Anonymous asked:

Your artwork with Riddle’s mom reminded me of a fan manga I saw on Pixiv by SIG. It’s about Trey confronting Riddle’s mom during winter break and helping Riddle get away from her (that’s what I can tell, I don’t speak Japanese)

Unfortunately I haven’t seen that one, but I’m glad it exists! After experiencing ch1 and seeing Riddle being so down and kind of anxious about returning home during winter break, it’s impossible not to get a “GO DO SOMETHING TREY TELL HER TELL HER” kind of thought. Or “MURDER HER”, it depends lol

Anonymous asked:

Trey needs to use his UM towards Riddle's mother. Trey can be a secret murderer if you ask me.

I feel like this idea is so prominent in our minds, we’ve mentioned it a couple of times, in the hc post about twst guys murdering people for sure lol

But yeah, Trey’s UM could be very dangerous…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Based on this, Riddle's first rebellion act is inviting Trey over when she's not around. Slowly the anxiety of him leaving before his mother came home faded and soon he began to feel the urge to have sex while Trey and him had the house to themselves. Bonus: They fucked on Riddle's desk AND Riddle's mum's bed

That would be absolutely scandalous, unacceptable, super nerve-wracking but also cathartic and completely necessary. Not to mention very hot lol You go, Trey, break that bed.

Anonymous asked:

Idia wants that poster too. XD

Yes please. And then the version of it with Rook’s face. And then the version of it with the Tweels. And then-

Anonymous asked:

My line of thought is 'ofc Riddle can still collar people' because some of the other prosecutors have gimmicks (Franziska and her whip, Godot and coffee, etc) but realistically it would probably just be Ace getting collared frequently during trials and investigations.

(This ask and the next one are related to the idea of Riddle being an Ace Attorney prosecutor, we mentioned it in these replies)

Yeah that makes sense, the prosecutors of this franchise just can’t do their job without doing something funky lol But what I love is the fact that it’s completely useless, be it a regular collar or a magical one, so basically it’s just a petty way to humiliate Ace because he is being annoying.

Lovely.

Anonymous asked:

Riddle would definitely lecture Phoenix about letting Trucy use her magic panties.

Oh man, so now Phoenix is disbarred and collared? This man just keeps winning lol

You can tell Riddle wasn’t allowed to use magic panties as a kid :(

Anonymous asked:

This is a dumb question but do you think Idia has what is the stereotypical NEET things? You know, hentai dating games, body pillows and the like. Also, what sexuality do you see the cast as? Just curious 😃

Idia is absolutely aware of all of these things and they absolutely surround him, and he is probably far less innocent than the game allows him to be lol But whether he really loves playing hentai dating games and buys erotic doujins depends on a story we’re telling in posts and drawings. Sometimes it fits better for him to be totally into all this stuff and be that gross otaku trope (with body-pillows, waifu-mousepads and kinks that are absolutely vile), sometimes it fits him better to just be aware of all that but not necessarily do it actively.

I guess the “default” state for us it that he has seen and actively read/played some stuff, so he is aware! But then again, he also seems like someone who wouldn’t want to see any smut with his precious waifus lol

We also don’t really headcanon characters’ sexualities, so I can’t really answer that question, sorry :( Whoever we ship them with, that’s their sexuality. So I guess they’re all gay lol

Anonymous asked:

I feel a bit stupid for not knowing this but the comic where Azul discovers the tattoo on Idia’s lower stomach and Idia freaks out, is that a kink or something?

You’re not stupid, Anon! It’s inmon (lewd crest, womb tattoo), basically a hentai trope. I don’t know if there are any strict rules about these tattoos, but in doujins that I’ve seen they’re usually used to make a character having it uncontrollably horny lol “Stupid and eager to breed” kind of horny. So I guess it really is a curse of sorts. But sometimes a succubus-type character could have it.

Anonymous asked:

HAHAHA, I just read the ask about Kalim at Frollo's school... I liked that. You can see this dynamic ending HORRIBLE. I can actually hear Kalim playing popular music in class while Frollo pops a vein... I need Kalim to expand his harem, I need more characters to share Jamil's nightmare, haha! (I love Kalim, but Kalim💢💢)

Anonymous asked:

*I'm not sure if I wrote Frollo or Rollo (HAHA??) in my last anonymous ask abut Kalim in NBC, thank god these are anonymous, is 2 am here, I'm sorry

No worries, Anon, neither of us even noticed that you wrote Frollo until you pointed it out lol

Oh poor Rollo… He really got lucky that neither Kalim nor the Tweels or Lilia went with the NRC guys that year lol He wouldn’t be able to handle them.

And with Kalim being a student at his school, and Rollo being a school counsel president, he’ll HAVE to keep an eye on Kalim all the time.

And the worst thing is, there is no way Rollo is getting used to all this dancing and music and stuff, and there is no way Kalim is getting rid of all that either lol

Anonymous asked:

I will never understand why KaliJami and AzuJami fans fight. Jamil has two hands and deserves more than one boyfriend that he can barely tolerate.

See, maybe the last part is the reason, maybe Jamil’s psyche can’t handle two of these idiots messing up with his brain in two completely opposite (but equally annoying) ways lol If we asked Jamil, he would’ve probably said that his hands are not for Kalim or Azul to hold, and that he would rather drink rat poison.

Wow, he is so mean, that Jamil… Kalim and Azul both need to shower him with love asap lol

Anonymous asked:

Ruggie x Idia be like:

Ruggie: I can't believe you spend so much money on useless figurines. Talk about a waste!

Idia: Excuse you! Do you you know how much these will be worth in a few years?!

Ruggie:.......................Go on.

Yeah, pretty much lol This is basically their interaction in the Glorious Masquerade event. Ruggie has a lot to learn from Idia-the-master-of-anime-auctions…

Anonymous asked:

Post chapter 5 Epel: Did you know that Rook is a Neige Leblanche fan boy?

Pre chapter 5 Vil: What? Where did you here that from?

Post chapter 5 Epel: Rook.

Ahh, so this is what that ask was about!

A perfect opportunity to hit Vil where he expects you to hit him the least lol But I feel like even Epel feels bad for Vil when it comes to this topic, so I don’t know if he would do it. Although it would definitely be tempting at times, especially when Vil’s complaining about Neige under his breath and Rook’s just sitting there smiling and being awfully quiet…