#rants of an angry lawyer

[youjustgotlawyered]

When your job talks about ending working from home, but it’s totally unnecessary:

[angrybabylawyer]

Hey

Just came across your blog and it's my 2nd day on Tumblr so I don't really know what I am supposed to do but your blog reminded me of this

https://www.instagram.com/p/CnCYpP3uRi3/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

There are 3 or 4 parts to this comic [it's hilarious]

This is excellent. Thanks for sharing.

[lovelyisadora]

never mind I have to temporarily give up. I can’t write under these conditions

[sadisticyouko]

ahhh I see ur ask too and I promise to get to it !! ♡ it’s just a little stressful at work rn and it’s really hard for me to concentrate :(( we went over some sad/traumatizing court cases today and I am at my mental and emotional limit 😭😭

[gabetheunknown]

hello I'm back on tumblr and apparently with an attitude

[queeranarchism]

This is going to be a bit of an emotional, exhausted rant. I spend some time on anti-psychiatry work again and it's a fresh, painful reminder that there are still marginalized communities whose experiences are almost entirely unacknowledged by the vast majority of what we might call 'social justice' movements.

Like, I'm lucky by comparison. There's a lot of transphobia out there but when I argue for my right to exist and to not be stripped of my human rights simply because I'm trans, that narrative is familiar to many people, and will be agreed with by some percentage of the population in even the most conservative towns and in some places it will be agreed with by the majority.

But when someone argues that people experiencing mania or psychosis should be allowed to exist and should not be stripped of their autonomy and drugged against their will simply because they experience the world in a way that doesn't match most people's observations... crickets. It's rare to meet just one person who understands and agrees, even in activist spaces.

I've seen activists and even anarchists call the cops on people in mania or psychosis, claiming it 'protects' them, without a shred of awareness how many of the people murdered by cops in my country are people in mental distress. Without a shred of awareness that someone arrested for being 'mentally confused' can be held for days in isolation, denied access to a lawyer, submitted to literal torture. Having done both prison support and institutionalization support, I can say without a moment of doubt that I'd choose 70 days in prison over 7 days in forced psychiatric care. And yet activists incarcerate their 'crazy' comrades.

But I doubt whether it will achieve anything to sum up these horrors when most people refuse to listen to the victims of psychiatry and refer instead to the 'expertise' of psychiatrists who have never had to experience any of these things. Smart insightful activists who, on any other topic, would let the oppressed speak for their own experiences, don't listen when it comes to this population and instead let the powerful and privileged define that 'protection' means, no matter how many of their victims testify how abusive and traumatizing it is.

It makes me feel so angry and so so scared on behalf of the people who have to deal with this. And when I think honestly about how mental health, like physical health, is a thing that we can not fully control, that we can lose control of, it makes me so scared for myself. Would my activist community - the people I've trusted with my life and have fought alongside during some of the most difficult experiences of our lives - would they call the cops on me and have me incarcerated in the worst way if they thought I was 'crazy'? I can't say for sure that they wouldn't. And that's horrifying.

[two-white-butterflies]

lucky one | c55

Description: Carlos marries an American actress. He realizes that the world that you live in is different from his. (protective!carlos)

Pairing: carlos sainz/actress!reader

"Bambi," you tapped his shoulder, warning him about the paparazzi that was currently waiting outside the restaurant. "Is there a back-door that we can go through?" he turned towards the waiter that previously served you - the man shakes his head. "There's a lot of them," your security guard peeked through the window.

There were thousands of paps waiting outside - hoping to catch a picture of you and Carlos. It was an invasion of privacy!

"We can't wait them out - I know that they'll just get bigger." you groan. You felt embarrassed because your boyfriend had to deal with this. Angry that they couldn't respect private time. "We run, no?" Carlos teased, entwining your fingers together.

"Car's waiting outside, that might be the best thing to do." your security guard, Bobby, agreed. A sigh escapes your mouth. "Are you ready?" your boyfriend chuckled, signaling for his friend to open the door. "Yeah," you replied uneasily.

The both of you began to bolt towards the Black SUV. The paparazzis wouldn't stop taking pictures of you. It was all flashing lights from different angles - some blinding you - and some shoving their cameras straight at your face. Before you could take another step - your vision turned blurry - fading into black.

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"Estás bien?" he sat beside your bedside, rubbing comforting circles on your palm. There was currently an IV drip on your right hand - hence the small placebo pain that you were feeling. "I've had worse." you humored, trying to ease the uncomfortable expression on his face. "Someone had the nerve to push a fucking camera in your face." he ranted, remembering everything vividly.

Carlos felt like a failure - a cunt that couldn't protect his wife.

"It comes with the job, Carlito. I've dealt with things like this in my prime - stalkers, paparazzi's, creeps. There's nothing to worry about." you comforted him, cupping his cheeks - he presses a kiss to your palm. "More reasons for me to be worried, amor."

"I'm sure that their agency is going to issue an apology tomorrow. Did you call my lawyer?" you inquired and he nods. "Called both of our lawyers," he answered - feeling anger pump through his body.

"I figured - you were gone for a while," you noted - feeling everyone's eyes on the both of you. The ER was a difficult place. "I needed time to calm down," he replied - standing up and closing the curtains.

"I'll make sure that this doesn't happen again."

[snvffsoda]

headcanons for Ren, Strade, and Lawrence for how they are when driving! //bonus Celia!!

certified passenger princess if not the one driving

confirmed by Gato he's an average driver, but has gotten a ticket for running a red light before (he was trying to get to an anime merch shop to buy a rare figure before it was sold out)

turns his AC up all the way, but will turn it down if asked nicely

drives Strade’s old car, it has a citrusy fresh smell, with a hint of Strade's cheap cologne forever permeated into the vehicle itself

cleans his car every couple of months or so, but does tend to throw and leave his trash in the back seat, usually consisting of old Monster Energy cans and fast food bags

sings loudly to the music he listens to when driving but does get self-conscious and stop when in traffic or is being watched by other drivers

tends to speed when driving, and doesn't notice when he does, like he's always in a hurry when he is at the wheel

has anime stickers on his car window consisting of his favorite anime girls he knows its a bit corny, but he’ll defend that decision with his life if told by someone it is

forgets to use his turn singles sometimes

hates the sound of cars honking or blaring during busy traffic, it irritates his sensitive ears to no need

wanta a motorcycle, but can't afford one

better than Ren, but is still kind of reckless when he does drive

can and will drive over curbs and sidewalks when needing to make a tight turn

contradictory king, it comes to calling out other drivers mistakes on the wheel

listens to music extremely loud when he drives and doesn't turn it down when you're trying to talk with him

surprisingly takes very good care of his car, mostly to hold up a nice appearance to his neighbors, or to his unassuming victims who follow him into it

don’t touch his radio, he can and will get pissed.

acts like a dad when you turn on the indoor car light and freaks out about it

speeds when driving, notices, but doesn't really care

car sex, that is all.

named his car and speaks to it like it can hear and understand him

always knows some sort of back alley or sketchy shortcut to get out of traffic every time he's in it

will curse under his breath and sometimes go on mini rants about bad drivers when seeing them on the road or driving near them

can name almost every brand or type of car he sees when driving, definitely a bit of a car nerd deep down, but will never admit to it

has been caught drunk driving, but talked his way out of getting arrested by the cops and was let go scott-free

doesn't even enjoy driving in general, it gives him anxiety, and would prefer to walk if given the option

keeps a blanket and pillow in his car for when he drives out into the woods at night he’ll tend to sleep in his car when he does

has one of those mini solar dancing flowers on his dashboard

the safest driver out of them all, though he does drive a little too slow sometimes

when alone, he’ll punch at slam at his steering wheel when overwhelmed or extremely angry

keeps a plant in his cup holder and waters it regularly

doesn't listen to music when he drives, but will get nervous when driving with someone else and turn on the radio instinctively, so as to not sit in awkward silence

has hot-boxed in his car before

keeps a can of mace in his glovebox, but has never had to use it

loves the sound of rain hitting his car window when driving, and loves to fall asleep in his car when it rains outside because of it

passenger princess 2.0

Driving? you mean a limo?

jokes aside she's a decent driver, but doesn't like to drive herself places, but when she does, she usually gets where she needs to go without any trouble, that being said,

she's been pulled over for drunk driving many times, and has always paid off her tickets or bought a fancy lawyer to make all her DUI charges go away

never drives the same car twice

has argued and yelled with her husband Harold over the phone or with him in the car while driving and has received stares from passers-by before, she doesn't care though

does her makeup while driving when she's in a hurry or on a tight schedule, and is very good at it

honks her horn at bad drivers and flips them off when they pass, definitely the most outwardly aggressive, when driving out of them all

her cars are ALWAYS clean, almost unnaturally so

keeps a gun in her glove compartment and has never had to use it though stands by it that she does need it

has scratched her business enemies cars up, and threatened to run over her husband and the business associates she despises with her car multiple times

[frvnkcastles]

WANT YOU SO BAD ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’re Matt’s best friend and you don’t much care for how Frank treats him — but you do end up caring for the man himself.

Warnings: Language, mentions of wounds, mutual pining

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: Ohmygod this request is literally 8 months old, I feel so bad it took me so long but here it finally is. Anon, if you see this, I hope you enjoy it, I’m thinking of you today <3

It was no easy feat being best friends with a vigilante — as much had been proven to you ever since you had bonded with Matt Murdock. You were constantly worried about him and for someone who had no prior experience, you sure found yourself doing a lot of stitching and nursing. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to only know the lawyer side of him, but since he had saved your life as Daredevil and you had pieced his identity together all on your own, there was no changing the facts of your friendship. And those were 1) you were scared he was gonna get himself killed one day, and 2) you were going to do all you could to protect him, just like he protected you.

So, when a certain second vigilante made his debut in your city and Matt found himself in trouble yet again, you made the big bad Punisher someone you kept your eye on — for Matt’s sake, of course.

You weren’t in their little group, so you didn’t cross paths with him too quickly, and you doubted Matt would have introduced you to him. But as fate would have it, you and Frank frequented the same diner near your apartment, and on a Saturday night just like any other, you found the man sipping coffee in the corner booth of your favorite place to get French fries.

You placed your order and then, defiantly as ever, strutted your way to Frank and sat down across from him with a stern stare etched onto your face. His own expression spoke in volumes — who the Hell were you to invade his personal space and alone time? Still, he didn’t say anything, only stared back at you, trying to figure out why you looked so familiar. Had he killed someone close to you?

”You don’t know me, but I know you”, you started, inhaling and exhaling heavily to keep your anger at bay. ”You shot my best friend in the head, you asshole”, you seethed, keeping your voice quiet to avoid other patrons overhearing you, but it was still obvious you were pissed at him.

At that, Frank chuckled. ”You’re Red’s friend”, he put two and two together, and as he reached for his coffee mug again, you snatched it away from him, evoking a frustrated glare from him.

”Damn right I am. He’s just trying to protect the people in this city. He did nothing to deserve your… your shitstorm”, you ranted, pointing a blaming finger right at his chest. He lowered his eyes to your hand, but eventually looked right back up at you, leaning in to close the distance and whisper his counter-argument over the table.

”Yeah? Tell your friend he’s a fuckin’ coward. The criminals in this city… they don’t deserve a second chance. He ain’t makin’ any difference. I put a stop to ’em”, he growled, his eyes a bottomless pit as you made contact with them, and something about the sincere fury in them made you swallow. You were angry, but so was he, that much was obvious.

Before you could say anything more, the lady working at the diner brought your bag of food over to you, and gave you a reason to leave Frank alone. As you got up, you clenched your jaw and gave him one last look.

”I’ve got my eye on you”, you warned him, and as you walked away, Frank couldn’t help but chuckle. You were a force, and as much as he tried to resist, he felt drawn to that.

The next time you and Frank were in the same orbit, you were having a night out with your two best friends. It wasn’t the classiest bar, and maybe that was why it had attracted lowlifes to its pool table, but the drinks they served were cheap and the music they played good enough to dance to — that was why you were there, and that was exactly what you told him when he found you by the counter.

”This place ain’t safe”, he spoke quietly by your ear, trying to warn you, but you were feeling stubborn and a little drunk, so his attempt to get you out didn’t go too well.

”Screw you, who are you to tell me I can’t enjoy a night out?” you spat at him, loud enough for the gang members by the pool table to turn their attention to you. You were nobody to them, but Frank? He was far too easily recognized, and before you realized it, a full-blown gunfight had broken out.

Frank hauled you over the bar counter and you crouched onto the floor to shield yourself from the gunfire. Screams filled the night as people ran out of the bar, but Frank ran towards the danger, reminding you all too much of Matt. But when you peeked over the counter, you saw him in all his glory, and in that moment, he wasn’t like your best friend at all. Whereas Matt was graceful and precise in his movements, Frank was brute power, using his fists when guns didn’t do the trick. Blood coated his knuckles and he didn’t stop even when the men were down — only when they lay dead and he could catch his breath over their bodies.

You stood up and stared at him in some kind of wonder and amazement, but the words that tumbled out of your mouth were far from appreciative. ”Way to ruin girls’ night”, you scoffed, and rolling his eyes, Frank looked you over to make sure you were okay.

”They get you?” he rasped, and shaking your head, you smoothed your hands over your dress.

”I’m good.”

Nodding, Frank wiped his hands against his jeans and then offered one to you. ”Aight. I’m walkin’ you home. Don’t even try and protest, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, you took his hand. ”I’m not your sweetheart”, you muttered under your breath, but he heard it, anyway, and it made him crack half a smile.

For such a big city, your circles seemed to be quite small. You ran into each other almost habitually after that, and without fail you managed to lecture him about treating Matt better and he argued back. But in between those little spats, you had both developed a liking to seeing each other, even if neither of you would admit it. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you were doing a hell of a job distracting him from his mission, just by being you.

Undoubtedly, you had gotten under his skin, because not much time had gone by when he was actually working with Matt, not against him. Of course, you only learned about this when the two men appeared at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You opened the door only to find Matt struggling to support Frank’s weight on him, a pool of blood soaking through the latter’s shirt. ”What the fuck?” you breathed out, stepping aside to let them in, and Matt didn’t waste any time in getting Frank to your couch.

”He took a knife for me”, Matt explained vaguely before turning to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. ”I need to go back out and make sure they didn’t follow us here. Can you handle him?” he asked you with genuine concern behind his words, but you didn’t hesitate.

”Yeah, I got this. Go, get out of here”, you urged him, and with that, he fled the apartment and left you alone with a groaning Frank. You glanced at him before heading for the bathroom where you quickly grabbed your first-aid kit and then stepped back into the living room where you crouched in front of him.

”I can do it myself”, Frank tried, but you slapped his hand away and gave him a glare.

”I got it. Take your shirt off”, you commanded, and for a second, Frank simply looked at you, but eventually caved in. With a huff, he struggled to get his shirt off but soon enough it was tossed onto the floor and you could get a good look at the gash on his abdomen. ”Okay. Definitely needs stitches but you’ll live”, you assessed the situation before taking out the disinfectant and getting to work.

You were both silent for a moment, with you focusing on Frank and Frank looking around the apartment, taking in all the details. It was so you. You had turned the place into a home, something he hadn’t been in for a long time, and against his better judgment, he relaxed. With you, he felt safe, like he could breathe again.

”So, you were protecting him, huh?” you asked finally, not looking up from the wound but the teasing tone in your voice was obvious.

Frank snorted. ”It ain’t that deep. You look after the people on your team, ’s all. I wasn’t gonna be outnumbered like that”, he explained it away, and now, it was your turn to chuckle.

”You sure you didn’t get attached? Maybe it started out as a rivalry, but then you realized he wasn’t so bad, after all. In fact, he’s kind of nice. Just what you needed. And now you can’t imagine being without him”, you theorized, right as you completed the final stitch.

”We still talkin’ about Red?” Frank asked in that deep voice of his, and your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at him, your eyes locked on each other, and suddenly you were painfully aware of his shirtless state. It was truly a sight to behold — he was sculpted like an artist’s handiwork, and now, with your neatly applied stitches on him, maybe he was.

”I’m done now”, you evaded the question while reaching for his shirt and handing it back over to him. Frank shrugged it back on, and you made a move to get up from the floor, but he stopped you with a gentle hand on your wrist.

”I did get attached”, he admitted quietly, avoiding your eyes for a beat before looking right into your soul and tilting his head at you. You were situated right between his knees, resting on top of your own, and it gave him the perfect angle to lean down and seal the distance between your lips. His landed on yours like a magnet was pulling them together, soft and sweet, not at all as rough or intimidating as he was. With you, he was gentle and tender, and your heart fluttered when he pulled away.

”Red’s gonna be so mad”, he whispered, and you couldn’t help but giggle, both of you chuckling before he kissed you again, a little more determined and heavy this time. Your eyes closed and you brought both hands to his face, cradling him and holding him close to you, all the while you breathed each other in.

”I guess he’s just gonna have to deal with it.”

[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream

I feel really angry. Long rant ahead, mentions of death, child death specifically, unsafe driving, entitledness, a horrible legal system, and much more. This will be a highly frustrating read to you. Skip ahead if you don't want to be bummed out.

A clip of a guy committing a traffic violation (overtaking cars in a traffic jam using a lane that's only meant for stopping in case of emergencies) on a bridge here in Croatia went viral here recently. Somebody recorded him and uploaded it to a popular car group.

After it went viral, it was uncovered that he was fined for doing the same thing at the same place two weeks before this, so he's clearly a repeat offender and hasn't learned anything even after being hit with a fine.

I wish that was the worst thing about this story, but it's not.

After people dug out more information about the driver, they discovered that in 2019, he killed a 15 year old girl while speeding on a motorcycle that he legally wasn't allowed to own nor drive.

He was only 16 at the time and could legally only drive motorcycles that fell into A1 category (power up to 15KS), and the motorcycle he was driving was a sports motorcycle KTM Duke 390 (43.5 KS). He only just got his license for the starter motorcycle to begin with.

He was speeding 117km/h in an area where the speed limit was 50km/h and hit the young girl while she was crossing the road on a pedestrian (zebra) crossing. She was walking home with two girlfriends after attending the first concert that she was allowed to go to only with friends in her whole life.

How great must that night have felt for them before tragedy struck.

His victim flew horrifying 50 meters and died on impact, while the 18 year old female passenger on his motorcycle was hospitalized with serious injuries and was fighting for her life and was in a serious condition but managed to pull through.

He was 16 and a half at the time of the accident he caused and a news site managed to find an ad he left months before that, when he was barely 16, trying to sell his motorcycle because it "didn't suit him" but it was "brand new, a month old".

This was all in 2019. In 2021, he was finally tried in court and received a sentence of 3 years and 10 months in a juvenile prison, but his sentence was reduced after his lawyers put in an appeal.

He made an impact statement and said that he too was affected by the accident and that it changed his life both physically and psychologically and that he's suffering due to it because he has become an outcast in his town as a consequence.

His lawyer allegedly fought the verdict on grounds of psychological instability and disability, and won. I don't know if the culprit ever served any time. He's 19 now and got a BMW for his birthday from his parents. The same parents that bought him a motorcycle he was too young to handle.

Their little monster is an adult now.

He hasn't learned anything. He's reckless and doesn't care about others. He hasn't showed that he is sorry. He wasn't punished nor held responsible. He's only been thinking about himself in all of this.

How it impacted HIM. What it did to HIM. HIS health, HIS social life. He's driving his birthday present BMW around and still repeatedly breaking the law, and he's alive and he's free.

And 15 year old Magdalena Šimić is still dead because of him.

I've learned of this story because of a post that Magdalena's mother, Sandra wrote, that somebody I know shared. I was horrified, sad and angry for the family, but I can't even begin to imagine how they feel in all of this.

Powerless? Broken? Enraged? They're still waiting for some kind of justice for their daughter. A justice that won't come until things change. How is it that this guy is allowed to have a driver's license? That he's completely avoided jail time?

A crime like this should not go unpunished and the parents of the culprit who bought him the murder weapon and allowed him to use it should be punished as well.

-Matea

[chas3supremacist]

you're on your own, kid

pairing: James Wilson x Daughter!Reader

summary: Wilson delivers some devastating news to his daughter.

cw: cancer, house s8 spoilers even though its like 11 years old, death of a parent (mentioned), angst, 

a/n: okay, so this ones pretty heavy but is kind of written off of my own personal experience but if I had a good relationship with my parent, but anyway I digress. I hope everyone at least enjoys some angst, as always, feedback, likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

word count: 1.7k words

You couldn't face this. You hadn't spoken to your dad in weeks after he had broken the news to you - He had cancer and wasn't going to do chemotherapy. He had only told you after the surgery he had undergone proved unsuccessful, deciding he wasn't going to spend the last months of his life in a chemo suite, he had sat you down and told you, which resulted in an argument between the two of you.

"I have cancer, Y/N,"

The four words lingered heavily in the air between the two of you. At first you waited for the kick of the joke he was obviously telling you, because that's what it was, right? A joke? Your dad couldn't have cancer, it wouldn't make sense. Wilson could see that you were taking in what he had told you, so didn't say anything, opting to let you process what was going on.

"What?" It was all you could manage to say without your voice breaking, anything more and you would have certainly burst into tears as you realised that your dad wasn't really joking. Wilson sighed heavily, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked at you. You were 22 now, in your senior year of college, studying to become a lawyer, but now, to your dad, you looked like a scared little girl.

And maybe that's what you were - A scared little girl who was terrified to lose her dad.

"I have cancer," You clenched your eyes shut as you shook your head, as if refusing to accept that this was happening. "And I'm not taking chemo." He sounded too definite on that for your liking. What did he mean, 'not taking chemo'? Did he not want to get better?

"Why not?" You didn't want to come across as angry, but you just didn't understand. Wilson sighed yet again, he understood your frustrations, House had reacted the same way when he had told him. 

"I don't want to spend the last months of my life in a chemo suite, Y/N," You scoffed and shook your head, if he was being honest, this wasn't far off of  how Wilson expected you to react. "I don't expect you to agree with my decision or be happy with it-"

"You're being selfish. How can you do this?" Now this was the reaction that your dad expected - He knew you would be hurt, be angry, how could you not be? Your dad was essentially sealing his own fate and he was entirely okay with it. "You're not even going to try and save yourself?" Your voice broke as you looked at your father, your bottom lip trembling as your mind raced.

Images of your father, sick and frail in a hospital bed plagued your mind - you forced yourself to hold back a sob at the very thought of it.

"Y/N, there's every chance that if I take the chemotherapy I'll either get sicker, or it won't help. At least this way I'll be able to spend what time I have left with you and with House," You shook your head at his explanation, how was he okay with throwing away his life like this? "Please, honey.

"No, dad. I'm not going to sit around and watch you deteriorate. House might be okay with that, but House is your friend, he can have new friends when you're gone, I can't have another dad," You tearfully ranted to him, unable to look him in the eyes for the fear that you would break down. "I'm sorry, dad."

The worst part was that Wilson totally understood your reaction - how else were you supposed to react to news like this? He nodded, accepting your response to what he had said - Accepting your response doesn't mean it didn't hurt him. Did you think that making that decision was easy for him? That he was fine with what he was doing? That he wouldn't get to do so many things with you? He wasn't expecting you to understand, but thought it would be worth an attempt - which clearly proved futile.

You sighed as you parked your car outside of your dads apartment building, sighing as you looked up to the third floor, looking at the window which belonged to your bedroom, which Wilson always kept ready for you in case anything happened which meant you needed to come home - to you, this building wasn't home, and neither was the apartment which you spent your entire childhood and teenage years in, it was the man in the apartment who felt like your home, your dad. It made you feel sick to your stomach that in a years time when your dad was no longer here, that that apartment would be some new families house, and the children would find their home in their parents, while the home you found yourself in was no longer here. They would paint over the walls which you and your dad had painted together, even though he had done most of the work, and with painting over the walls, they would paint over all of the memories you had made in that house, erasing any trace of you and your dad having lived there.

Since your dad had broken the news of his cancer to you, the world had been black and white. In 4 swift words, the colour had been drained from your life, life plans you had made with your dad torn away by a brutal disease, nothing was funny - Not even Chase's jokes poking fun at Taub made you laugh anymore. All you could think about was how your life crumbled around you in those 4, venomous words.

Sighing, you shook your head and rubbed your eyes of the tears which threatened to spill from them. You hadn't spoken to him since the day he had told you of his illness, and you had even ignored his many attempts to contact you, through both calls and texts. Guilt had begun to gnaw at you though, here your father was, at this point 5 months to live, and you were ignoring him. The next time he called you, you decided to answer and arrange a date to talk things out and explain to him why you react in the way that you did. Getting out of your car, you did your best to compose yourself as you made your way up the stairs of the building to the apartment. Your hand shakily hovered over the door, it felt like a pit had opened up in your stomach at the thought of seeing your dad. Before you could do anything else, your hand acted without the input from your brain, and your hand rapped on the hard wood of the door before you could change your mind. You heard shuffling from behind the door before it opened, and your breath caught in the back of your throat, in relief, if you will, as your dad was revealed behind the door.

You expected him to look, well, for a better lack of terms, terrible - You had heard of cancer patients who had become emaciated shells of their former selves, almost skeletal in their forms; but your dad? He just looked like your dad. If you were good enough at lying, which you weren't and your dad would attest to, you would have convinced yourself that he wasn't dying, it felt like you were seeing colour again after it had been drained from your life. But then you remembered he was dying, and suddenly the world became black and white again. 

Your bottom lip began to tremble as you looked at your dad, your eyes filling with tears as you stepped into your house, Wilson shutting the door behind you and studying the back of you as you stood in front of him, your back facing him.

"Y/N-" Wilson stumbled back as your threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you sobbed. He frowned as he put his arms around you, realising that although indirectly, he was the cause of your sobs and your pain.

"I'm sorry," was all that Wilson was able to make out from your crying - He knew that you were apologising in regards to your reaction, but he was able to understand why you took the news the way that you did. "I-I'm not ready for you to not be here, dad." Wilson frowned as he felt tears bubble in his eyes, looking down at you - Yet again seeing a terrified little girl who feared nothing but being without her daddy.

But for some reason, this time felt different, because this time that's how you felt. For the first time in your life you felt scared to actually be without your dad.

"I know, honey, but it'll be okay," Wilson didn't know if it would be okay, if you would be okay, but if it gave you some assurance for now, it would be fine. "I love you so much, and I always will, even if I'm not here." You felt like a child again, he was assuring you like you were one, but you felt oddly safe with that sentiment - you felt at home as he wiped the tears away from your face with one hand, while the other ran up and down your back. You treasured the moment in which you were able to feel at home, as you feared you didn't have many of these moments left.

But that was why you treasured them, right?

[youjustgotlawyered]

When people ask me about my former supervisor who’s now opposing & makes $, but’s evil:

[angrybabylawyer]

Partner on the file: Let’s ask opposing counsel about that document.

Associate: Okay. I’ll shoot him an email after this meeting.

Partner: Why don’t you give him a quick call instead?

Associate: 

[gojoluvs]

Please y/n for the love of God! Don’t give into him.

That white hair dick man isn’t worth the hassle! Leave him! Divorce his ass!

You married him for your father wish I know but I doubt he be mad at you once you tell him that Gojo was cheating on you with his ex while you were at the appointment and only to go to him for emotional support after supporting only then caught him on the act. I’m sure your dad will get best divorce lawyer that money can find and probably cancel the deal of giving your inheritance to Satoru.

As for your promise to Shoko well fuck her. Just give him a chance she says! Like hell I’m giving another chance! This marriage is a nightmare! This bipolar mess Satoru is inconsistent with his treatment and actions for y/n! One minute he act like she is super manipulate villain who stand in his way only to next act like he care about her and then fuck her only then to go back to despise her. I don’t if Jiyuu is clearly a gold digger and Satoru is blind to it or Jiyuu is the most toxic mess of person ever to exist and again Satoru is too stupid to see it. It his problem not y/n

Oh please Gojoluvs give y/n a man who is decent to her and put Satoru in his place. Any man will do. Weather it another jjk man or a different anime man heck even a Manwha man will do! Just give y/n a win for once😭

I hope y/n stop caring about this rat ( that right I’m not even calling him a man) and just act indifferent to him because that best thing to do to someone like Gojo. To have someone like y/n who try their best to get along with him and care for him only then to act indifferent to him. No more caring after him and trying to comfort him just leave him be to his own devices. Not out of hatred of course.

Because sometimes in life no matter how much you redeem yourself or try to make up with someone. Doesn’t mean they will forgive you and give you another chance because you changed yourself. Sometimes it too little too late and they want out and leave you for good and there nothing you can change about it.

Sorry for my long rant😭🙂‍↕️ this chapter got me really angry at Gojo and his hoe. I just want now Gojo to suffer as y/n has and y/n to be happy and away from this toxic mess of a relationship.

DONT APOLOGIZE!!! This was absolutely beautiful 😭😭🩷 Satoru is actually such a manipulative prick in this fanfic. Like this man is blinded by lust, the only reason why Jiyuu has him wrapped around his finger is because of their history together.

This man literally payed for Jiyuu’s apartment, like he bought the apartment and put it under her name.

The only reason why Y/N has any feelings towards that man is because she has no one in her life, Toji’s gone and no other man has the courage to talk to her. Shes really independent on her own, I know I haven’t really talked about her past that woman was her own boss. She was almost the same level as Toji in his company, its unfortunate that she has a fear of disappointing her father :(

Shes just attached to Satoru because of her vulnerability and the fear of being abandoned again. Im praying that someone comes along and treats her like how she deserves to be treated 😭🩷

[jpmarvel90]

Don't let me down - Part 9

Y/n's POV:

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Relationship: MamaScarlett x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: Whilst Y/n tries to distract herself from the impending court case with Mr Woodstock. She ends up having to face another hurdle she wasn't expecting.

Word count: 6993

Trying to focus on my schoolwork and soccer has been really hard since Danny came around and dropped the bomb that I'm likely going to have to testify against Mr Woodstock. Scarlett and Colin have been great and are supporting me more than I could ask. They're not pushing me, but they are there when I have my moments. I'm glad that I have them to go through this with.

When I told Laura, I've never seen her more angry. She started ranting about how unfair it is to make, not just me, but the other kids have to relive what we went through. She's spent a lot of time with me after school and I'm sure that her and Scarlett have been texting about me. Part of me is a little annoyed as I feel like I'm being watched, but then I'm grateful they care about me enough to check in with each other.

We had a meeting with the DA who is leading the case and he has confirmed that I will be asked a number of questions by himself and then the defence lawyer will have a chance to also question me. The thought of that terrifies me as I know that they are just going to try and prove me wrong or discredit my testimony. I've seen enough Law & Order SUV to know how it goes.

However, both Danny and the DA have assured me that they'll coach me in responding to the questions. I'll already know what they plan to ask me, so I'll be prepared from that point of view. However, we'll have no idea what the defence may say. So, we're going to do some sessions together where they'll prepare me as best they can.

Scarlett has tried to suggest that I do it via video link to give me an extra layer of protection, but I know that I want to be there. I can't bring my parents to justice for the years I spent being abused by them, but I can to Mr Woodstock. It's not just me he hurt and if I had the balls to do this earlier, I could have stopped the other kids getting hurt too.

When we left the DA's office, I felt dread over the upcoming court case. We have a month to prepare before I'll need to testify. Thankfully, I don't need to be there for anything else. It's one day and then hopefully they'll find him guilty, and I'll be able to move on and put my past firmly behind me. Allow me to focus on how my life is going to be better moving forward.

The sessions with Danny have been ok. He's predicted what he believes the defence may ask and then poses the question to me. We then work on how I can approach different elements. He also helps me to control my emotions and focus on breathing. Taking a breather is not a bad thing and will only reflect badly on the defence lawyer if he tries to move me on.

I think the sessions are helping, but I feel drained after every one. I cry in each one and I hate it. Reliving what happened is bad enough, but having to prepare to defend that I'm telling the truth is horrible. I just hope that this is all worth it.

Thankfully, we have our next soccer games this week and it's providing me with something to focus on. It's still hard to give me full attention, but I owe it to the team to still be the best player and captain that I can be. This week, Lizzie is joining Scarlett and Rose to watch. Unfortunately, Colin is working today so can't make it. Scarlett decided to leave Cosmo with Melanie so the three of them can enjoy the afternoon before coming to school to watch the game.

We're so far unbeaten this season. We had two preseason games that gave us a good platform to work from. But we've only play 5 league games. We're playing well and hopefully we'll be able to make it into the playoffs at the end of the year. But today's game will be the biggest test that we've had yet. Rochford High are a tough team and they are aggressive.

I use the warmup to get my mind completely on the game and make sure that I don't let it drift off to everything that is happening in my personal life. Laura is great at keeping me smiling as she jokes around, and we make sure our pre-game warm up doesn't change even though we're playing a tough team.

As we're taking on water, my eyes scan the bleachers, which are bursting tonight. It's like the whole local town has turned up. My eyes quickly land on my little sister who is jumping up and down and waving at me when she sees me looking. I wave back and pull a face at her whilst Lizzie and Scarlett wave to me also.

It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to see them in the stands. I never thought I would have people here to support me. Scarlett has been to every one of my home games. She even rearranged work to come to the one of them. It makes me feel wanted and loved and it's a strange feeling for me. But I like it and I couldn't be more grateful to see them in the crowd.

Coach Saunders calls us into a huddle and gives us an inspiring team talk. I gulp when I have to follow him up, but I make sure to be confident and re-enforce our teamwork and we win together and lose together. With our huddle over, I make my way over to the referee for the coin toss. I shake their captain's hand and internally fist pump when we win the coin toss. I decide to kick off first and we take our places on the pitch waiting for the whistle to blow.

The game is frantic from the first whistle. As expected, they play hard and are hitting us off the ball a lot. We change our tactic to have quick and accurate passing, which works and starts to frustrate them. They end up fouling us a lot more and the ref warns them about their actions.

We take advantage of this when Laura is on the receiving end of a beautiful freekick from Bella. Even though she's tasselling with the defender, she's able to get up higher than her and her head meets the ball. I watch as it flies past the keeper and into the back of the net.

The crowd go wild as we rush around Laura and Bella, cheering the perfect set piece. "I'm proud of you babe." I tell her as we walk back to our side of the pitch for the restart, my arm draped over her shoulder. "I need to keep impressing you." She smirks, nudging me. "Consider me impressed." I return, moving to take my spot.

We manage to dominate the first half but don't get any more goals. We've been able to adapt our play to make their efforts ineffective. We can see that it's just frustrating them more and that carries on into the second half. We're getting so many shots on goal but we're just not getting it in the net.

They manage to catch us on the counterattack, and I rush back to provide support in defence, with a well time sliding tackle I dispossess their striker as she's about to take her shot on goal. I quickly jump to my feet and sprint down the pitch to get myself into an open position.

Seeing I'm in open space, I call for the ball and trap it with my foot. Looking up I see it's just me against two defenders, my team still getting back into position from the counterattack. Not wasting anytime, I take on the first defender, getting around her with ease.

I look up hoping to see someone in the box, but I'm still the furthest up the field. With a swift nudge to the ball, I megs the final defender and run around her, despite her efforts to stop me getting to the ball. Just as she tugs my t-shirt, I manage to get a good connection with the ball and watch as it sails into the top corner. Though I'm now on the floor as a result of the shirt tug.

This doesn't stop the team celebrating with me, bundling on me on the floor. With our celebration over, Laura holds her hand out to me to help me back to my feet. "You just had to one up me didn't you." She teases. "Maybe I want to impress you too." I wink at her as she shakes her head at my antics. As I'm moving back for the restart, I look to the crown and wave to Rose who's still cheering. She really is my biggest fan, and she looks adorable in our team jersey.

With our energy up, we just seem to get better. With our third goal, the pressure seems to disappear and we're playing more freely. When we win a freekick near the corner flag, I'm on the hunt for a second goal. I'm stood on the edge of the box and hold my hands in the air to indicate the play we should go for.

As the ball is crossed into the box, I run in and go to jump to try and get my head on the ball. Their defender goes up with me, but I see her elbow wind back as she jumps. She's not looking at the ball and I'm helpless as I watch her elbow move towards my face. For a split second I feel pain as she makes a connection, but it soon disappears as I fade into darkness.

Scarlett's POV:

This is the best that I've seen the team play. They're working as a cohesive group and seem to be able to counter anything the other team throw at them. I'm so proud when Y/n scores and the three of us cheer along with the rest of the crowd as the team celebrate.

Y/n had talked about how difficult this game was going to be. The opposition are probably one of the only teams that can match their ability, but they just don't seem to be able to break the team down. Instead of regrouping they're just getting more frustrated.

It's great seeing the smile on Y/n's face. I've not seen her smile like that in a while since we learnt about the court case. Soccer has always brought her happiness and I'm glad it's giving her an outlet today.

The team get ready for another freekick, and it seems certain that it's only a matter of time before they score again. My eyes are on my daughter as the anticipation builds. However, when I see an elbow collide with her face, I'm instantly out of my seat shouting for a foul.

However, I instantly freeze when I see Y/n on the floor not moving, her leg bent in an awkward angle. "Lizzie, watch Rose." I call out as I rush down the stairs of the bleachers and jump over the railing. Coach Saunders sees me and waves me over as he's knelt down next to my unconscious daughter.

As I reach her, I can hear the team arguing with the ref and a couple of them scuffling with the other team, mainly the defender that hit her. "Is she ok?" I ask, panic filling my voice as I kneel down next to her. Laura on one side holding her hand tightly. My eyes look over her and I see blood on her face from her nose. My eyes then move down to her leg, and I have to fight back tears. "She fell awkwardly and landed on her leg as she didn't have control over her body." Coach Saunders explains, moving so I can get in closer.

Fear overrides me as I'm desperate for my daughter to wake up. "We've called 911 and they should be here shortly." One of the assistant coaches calls out. "Y/n baby, wake up for me please." I beg her, my hands gently cupping her face. "Come on sweetheart." I encourage her, hoping that she might start to stir. My eyes flick to Laura who's watching on with teary eyes.

I move my hand and place it over hers that is already holding Y/n's. "She's going to be ok right?" Laura asks, looking up to me hopefully. "Of course she is. She's strong." I reassure her, though I'm scared myself. Thankfully, we don't have to wait for long for the ambulance to arrive and almost simultaneously, Y/n starts to stir awake. "Y/n, sweetie. It's Scarlett are you ok?" I ask her as her eyes fill with fear. "Mom?" She whispers, making my heart clench at the name. I don't let it get to me and focus on her. "I'm here baby. You're ok. The paramedics are here." I tell her and she nods.

She obviously starts to feel the pain and she starts to cry out. "It's ok babe. You're going to be fine. They'll get you some good stuff soon." Laura tries to joke through her own tears. The paramedics soon join us, and we reluctantly have to move out of the way as they treat her.

I take a moment to breathe and notice the referee brandish a red card to the defender that hit her. I have to fight from going over to the kid and giving her a piece of my mind. But I have to remember she is just that. A kid. "Mommy! Is Y/n, ok?" Rose calls out to me. I glance to Y/n and see she's being looked after and right now I need to comfort my other daughter.

I walk over to her and pick her up instantly. "She's hurt, but she's being looked after. She's going to have to go the hospital, but she'll be ok." I reassure her as she nods in my neck. "I can take Rose home whilst you're with Y/n." Lizzie offers but Rose instantly argues with that idea. "I don't want to leave Y/n. Please!" She begs. "I can bring her to the hospital?" Lizzie offers and I think for a moment. "You have to understand that it's going to be boring." I explain to Rose, and she nods. "I want to be there to protect Y/n." She responds, making my heart warm at her cuteness.

"How about we go home and grab some things for you both and then we'll come to the hospital." Lizzie suggests. "If you wouldn't mind that would be great." I agree, looking back towards Y/n. "Go, text me where you are, and we'll see you later." Lizzie says when she sees my concern. "Thank you, Lizzie. I love you Rose, and we'll see you later." I say before rushing back to be with Y/n.

They're currently giving her some gas and air when I return, and the paramedic looks to me. "Are you mom?" She asks and I nod. "We're just stabilising her leg and then we'll get her to the hospital. They'll assess her there and give her some additional pain relief." She explains and I nod along, my eyes fixated on Y/n.

Seeing where my eyes are the paramedic continues to reassure me. "This may look scary at the moment, but we need to also to stabilise her head just in case there are any injuries to her neck. We're making sure we take every precaution to prevent further injury." I continue to nod along. Understanding why they're doing what they're doing. It just doesn't make it any easier to watch.

I take my place next to Y/n and provide her any comfort I can whilst she is being seen too. "Can I come with you?" Laura asks, looking from Y/n to me. "No." Y/n jumps in taking Laura by surprise, her eyes showing the hurt. "You need to finish the game." Y/n clarifies. "But..." Laura goes to defend but Y/n cuts her off. "I'll still be broken when the game is over. I'm ok and not going anywhere. Quite literally." She jokes, making us both chuckle. "Please, you need to make sure we win this game and then you can come and see me." She requests. Laura reluctantly agrees but doesn't leave her side until she's guided on to the gurney and moved toward the ambulance. "I'll keep you updated." I promise Laura who nods, reluctant to let go. "I'll see you shortly babe." She smiles, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n's lips, who gives a giddy smile.

I climb in the back of the ambulance and take a seat next to Y/n, reaching out to hold her hand. The paramedics get in and we start on our journey to the hospital. "It hurts mom." Y/n looks to me, tears in her eyes. My heart skips a beat again when she calls me mom. "I know. I'm sorry you're hurt. But I'm here for you." I try to comfort her. "The doctors will be able to get you some morphine when you're in the ER." The paramedic tells Y/n, which seems to appease her for now.

Thankfully, it's not long until we're at the hospital and we're being taking through to the ER where a doctor and some nurses are waiting for us. The potential injury to her neck is their biggest concern right now and they want to confirm there isn't any further injury before properly addressing her leg.

I stand to the side feeling completely helpless as I watch the doctors and nurses move around Y/n, calling out stats and information as they go. The whimpers from Y/n make my heart break. I wish I could take the pain away from here. "Let's get a canula set up and we'll get some pain relief." One of the doctors orders.

Thankfully, the morphine seems to start working quite quickly and Y/n's whimpers start to peter out as the medicine does its job. "Mrs Johansson?" The call of my name tears my eyes away from my daughter and to the doctor who is stood next to me with a kind smile on his face. "Hi, I'm Dr Greenwood. I'm the primary physician for your daughter." He greets me. "On initial examination, it's clear that Y/n has a broken leg and potentially a facial fracture too. We're confident there is no damage to her neck, but we want to be sure before removing the brace. So, we'll be sending her down for some x-rays and scans so we can get a full assessment of her injuries." He explains and I nod along.

"We've given her pain relief and that seems to be working and she's much more comfortable now. I know it's hard to see your kid in pain, but I can assure you we're doing everything that we can to make sure she is comfortable." He assures me, making smile. "Thank you. I appreciate everything you're doing." I respond. "I can get one of the nurses to show you to a private waiting room whilst Y/n is taken for imagery, and we'll come and get you as soon as she's settled in a room." He offers. "Can I see her first?" I request. "Of course. We're just waiting for the porters now." He responds and moves out of the way for me to see Y/n.

The madness around her has died down now and she's just got a couple of nurses monitoring different things. "Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?" I ask Y/n as I take her hand and gently run my hands through her hair. "Tired and sore." She responds with a croaky voice. Her eye is already starting to swell and bruise, a reminder of the harsh act that led to her being in the hospital. "They're going to take you to get some scans of your leg and neck in a minute. I'll be waiting for you to come back." I explain. "Does that mean I can get this thing off?" She asks, tugging a little at the neck brace. "As long as the scans come back clear you'll be free of the prison." I respond with a smirk, happy that there is a smile on her face.

"We're ready to take her now." One of the nurses tells us. "I'll be right here waiting. I love you ok." I tell her firmly. "I love you too." She responds, taking me by surprise. I don't think she's ever said that to me before. It causes a tear to fall down my cheek as I smile at her lovingly. "Mom, you've got to let me go." She chuckles, just adding to my happiness. I try not to think to much of it, before she was in pain and now, she's on drugs. When she's more with it, we may be going back to Scarlett, but I'll take it for now!

I watch as they roll Y/n away down the corridor, taking a deep breath. I'm then guided to a private waiting room, which I'm very grateful for. I'd rather this not be how news of Y/n gets out. I want it to be on our terms and when she's comfortable. I quickly text Lizzie an update and she confirms they're packing a bag for Y/n as it's likely she'll be in overnight.

Now I just need to call my husband. He's at work today preparing for filming tonight. I hesitate in calling him, but I know that he'd want to be told that she was in the hospital. I hit his contact name and wait for him to answer.

Colin: Hi babe. How was the game? Did they win?

He asks instantly, excitement in his voice. I love how invested he is in Y/n's soccer games.

Scarlett: Uh I'm not actually sure. Y/n got hurt during the game and we're currently at the hospital.

Colin: WHAT?! Is she ok? What happened? How badly is she hurt?

He rambles down the phone, panic lacing his voice.

Scarlett: She was elbowed in the face by a defender when she jumped to head a ball. It knocked her out and as she fell, she landed on her leg awkwardly.

Colin: Oh my God. Was it deliberate? Actually, never mind. I'm leaving work now and I'm coming to the hospital. What did the doctor say?

Scarlett: Col, you don't need to do that. Y/n understands you're working and she's doing ok? She's currently having scans to see how badly her leg is broken and to rule out a neck injury.

Colin: Of course, I'm coming. She's my daughter. Family always comes first, you know that.

I smile down the phone when he refers to Y/n as his daughter. He did it so easily. I really need to bring up the whole adoption thing again. I don't think I can go much longer without having her legal be my daughter. I want her to know that she has a loving mom and dad who will be there for her no matter what.

As he's on the phone I can hear him explaining the situation to someone, I'm assuming the director, who easily agrees for him to leave. He then starts to rush around to get to the car.

Colin: "Ok. I'm about to drive. I'll see you in about 30 minutes. I love you.

Scarlett: I love you too. Drive safely.

And with that he hangs up. I wait nervously to hear that Y/n is back. I'm still worried she's going to have further damage to her neck. I know they said they don't think there is anything to untoward about it, but I can't get the worrying sick feeling out of my stomach.

"Mrs Johansson?" I look up and see Laura waiting hesitantly in the doorway. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Scarlett." I smile at her, opening my arms to her. She instantly moves forward and melts into my hug. "How is she?" She questions as we move to sit. I fill her in on everything the doctor said, and she listens intently.

"Do you know how hard it was not to go and punch that bitch in the face." She fumes after I explain the extent of her injuries. "I probably shouldn't admit this as the adult in this situation, but I feel the same." I admit to chuckles. "Did you win?" I ask and a smile grows on her face. "We scored two more goals. It was 4-0 in the end." She responds proudly. "Y/n will be happy." I say and Laura nods. "Turns out playing for a teammate helped us to play even better. We wanted to do our best for our captain." She explains.

Not too long later, Colin comes bursting through the door, giving both Laura and I a heart attack. "Jeeze Colin!" I scold, my hand clutching my chest as my racing heart starts to calm. "S-sorry. I was just worried." He apologises. "How is she?" He asks. "We've not heard anything more since I called you. They said it could be a little while whilst she has the different scans and x-rays." I reply.

"Where's Rose?" Colin asks when he notices it's just me and Laura in the waiting room. "With Lizzie. They're getting a bag together, so Y/n has some things with her. Rose is adamant about being here for her big sister." I explain, earning an aw from Laura. "I can ask your mom to come and collect her later and keep the kids over night until we know more." Colin suggests. "I think that'll be wise. Rose can see how Y/n is doing and head to mom's before bedtime." I agree.

Colin places a kiss to my head and moves to the other side of the room to call my mom and explain what has happened. She already has Cosmo today, so she's happy to take Rose too. Though she's concerned for her granddaughter too. I think Y/n is going to be spoilt when she's home.

When Colin joins us again, he takes the seat next to me and wraps a supportive arm around me. I move to rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his comfort. "She called me mom." I say quietly. "What was that?" Colin asks. "She called me mom. When she was on the field, she called me mom and then again in the ambulance and here in the hospital." I explain in more detail. "I'm sure it's just because she's in pain and on drugs but hearing her call me that, it made my heart almost burst." I share, my emotions building once again.

"She means it." Laura speaks up from beside me. Both Colin and I turn to look at her. "Yes, she's in pain and high right now. But she means it. This has just given her the outlet to be able to say it. You've given her a safe and loving environment. Yes, it's taken her a while to be able get to this point. But you never pushed her. I don't think you realise how much that means to her." She explains with a soft smile on her face.

"All I have wanted is to be the mother she deserves. I never thought that she would forgive me, let alone get to a point she could call me mom." I admit, tears welling up in my eyes. "Family of Miss Y/l/n?" A nurse enters the room and calls for us. The sound of Y/n's surname bringing me down for a moment. "You need to work on changing her name." Laura smirks at me as we stand and follow the nurse.

She takes us to a private ward where Y/n is laid in bed, her neck brace off. I breath a sigh of relief knowing there is no injury there. Laura rushes in first and carefully hugs Y/n, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I'm so glad you're ok. It was horrible seeing you out cold." She tells her, cupping her cheeks and gently rubbing her thumb over her cheek. "Did you win?" Y/n asks, making us laugh. "I see you have your priorities right." Laura chuckles. "And yes, we won 4-0." She adds on. "See you don't need me on the team." Y/n responds with a sad smile.

We all get comfortable and wait for the doctor to come in and tell us the severity of Y/n's injury. Laura sits on one side, holding Y/n's hand tightly, whilst Colin and I flank her on the other side. "Aren't you filming tonight?" Y/n asks Colin. "Not anymore, I have to been here for my daughter." He responds, his words causing a wide smile to appear on Y/n's face. "Thanks dad." Y/n responds, her eyes glossed over. "D-did you. Did you just..." Colin stutters in shock. Y/n nods, smiling nervously. "I hope you both don't mind me calling your mom and dad. My experience of parents hasn't a good one. I don't really know what a good mom and dad looks like. But I'm pretty sure it's the both of you. I've not been easy yet you've both been there for me, supporting me and loving me. Especially these last couple of weeks with the court case. To me you are my mom and dad." Y/n shares, making both Colin and I cry.

"Oh, my sweet girl. I have been waiting, hoping, you may one day see me as your mother. Hearing you call me mom, it's everything I could ask for." I reassure her as I hug her gently, placing a kiss to her head. Y/n then looks to Colin who's a blubbering mess, making us all laugh. "Like I said, I've seen you as my daughter from the beginning. Being your dad is an honour I'm glad you've allowed me to have." He expresses, getting up and hugging her also.

A clearing of a voice gets all of our attention, and our heads snap to see the doctor in the doorway a file in his hand. "Sorry to interrupt this moment, but I have Y/n's results." He explains. "Please come on in." Colin composes himself and moves back to his seat as the doctor enters the room.

"Ok, Y/n, having examined your scans, I'm happy to say there is no injury to your neck. Though you probably know that as we removed your brace." He starts off. "However, you do have a fractured eye socket, so that is going to look pretty nasty for a few weeks. There's not much we can do other than provide you pain relief and wait for it to heal." He explains and Y/n nods in understanding.

"Now, on to your leg." I feel Y/n's hand tense in my own as we wait to hear the damage. "You have a displaced transverse fracture to your tibia. This means that it's a complete break of the bone and the two parts are not aligned. In this instance, we will need to surgically realign your leg and put in some pins to secure the fracture, allowing it to heal effectively." The doctor explains, showing us the x-rays of Y/n's clearly broken leg.

Y/n's breath hitches at the news, tears filling her eyes. "Will I be able to play soccer again?" She asks, fear lacing her voice. At the vocalisation of her worries, Laura sits forward and holds her other hand tightly. "I have every confidence that with a successful surgery and physio, you'll be playing again." He responds with a smile. Y/n's whole body relaxes at the confirmation, but I know there is still one question on her mind. "How long until I can play again?" She asks him.

"You'll be in a cast for about 6 weeks and from there you'll start physio. I would guess that you could be back into light training within 8 weeks and playing within 10." He replies. "Wow, that's a long time." Y/n whispers, her head dropping. "You'd be back in time for playoffs." Laura tries to comfort her. "And we'll still need our captain. You're more than the player on the pitch Y/n." Laura reassures her, placing a kiss to her hand. She nods unsurely before the doctor goes into more detail about surgery and recovery.

She'll be going in for surgery in the morning as it's already late this evening. She has a temporary brace on her leg which will stop any more damage happening before they're able to surgically fix her leg. We thank the doctor who leaves us to it. "How are you feeling kiddo?" Colin asks, placing a hand on her uninjured leg. "10 weeks is a long time." She replies emotionlessly.

Soccer has been her saving grace these last two years. It's been an outlet whilst she's been going through so much, and it's suddenly taken away from her. I just hope that now she has a stable home, a loving girlfriend and family, that she won't lose herself.

A knock on the door gains our attention as we all giggle as we see Rose on her tiptoes trying to look through the window. I wave them in and Rose rushes to her sister's side. "Sissy! Are you ok?" Rose asks worriedly, trying to climb up onto the bed. Y/n leans forward to pick her up, but I tap her hand away and do it for her.

Rose is really careful as she sits next to Y/n staring at her now closed up eye. "I'm much better now my sister is here." She responds happily, a smile plastered on her face to hide her pain. "Auntie Lizzie told me that we can't bring your flowers, so I brought you chocolate instead. It's you're favourite." Rose shares, turning to Lizzie holding her hand out expectantly.

Lizzie chuckles and pulls out the chocolate bar from her bag and hands it's to Rose. "Yummy. Thank you, Rosie." Y/n responds, placing a kiss to her head. "That girl was mean. I hope she got told off and grounded for hurting you." Rose huffs snuggling into her sister. "Well, she was sent off and I can't imagine she'll get away without the ban being extended." Laura explains with an angry look on her face. I notice that Y/n reaches out and squeezes her hand in comfort, instantly calming down her fuming girlfriend.

"When can you come home?" Rose now asks as Lizzie makes herself comfortable. "We're not sure yet sweetie. Y/n has to have surgery tomorrow so probably a couple of nights." I explain, making Rose pout. "But I have school tomorrow." She complains. "That's ok Rosie. When I'm home we can have a movie day. Mom, dad, and Cosmo could join us too. What do you think?" Y/n suggests to help placate the 7 year old. "Can Laura come too?" Rose asks shyly. "Of course!" Y/n replies happily.

Lizzie's eyes go wide when she hears what Y/n called us as both Colin and I smile. Lizzie looks to me and I nod to confirm she heard correctly. "I'm happy for you." She mouths to me, not wanting to disturb the kids who are rambling about what movies to watch.

We spend the evening together, chatting and laughing. It's really nice, considering we're sat in a hospital room with my injured daughter laid up in bed. But as it hits 8pm, the nurse comes in and tells us that visiting hours are over. "Are you sure you're going to be ok on your own?" I ask Y/n, worried to leave her. "I can always talk to them about letting me stay." I offer but she shakes her head. "I'll be ok mom. I'm pretty tired so I'll probably get some sleep." She reassures me. "Ok, I'll have my phone on loud so if you need anything, just call or text ok. I can be here in 20 minutes." I tell her and she nods.

I bid her goodnight, leaving a soft kiss to her head, reminding her how much I love her. Colin does the same before picking up a sleepy Rose. We leave Y/n and Laura to have a moment before we all leave together. "Do you want me to drop Rose at your moms?" Lizzie offers, but I shake my head. "Thanks, but we'll go. I'd like to see Cosmo." I respond and she nods. "How about I drive you home. That way this lot can get back." Lizzie suggests turning to Laura.

She blushes at the attention making me smirk. She's totally fangirling right now! "Oh, you don't need to do that Ms Olsen." She declines. "Don't me stupid, come on. Besides it gives me a chance to get to know my niece's girlfriend." Lizzie insists, making Laura gulp a little. "Oh, and don't call me Ms Olsen. I'm not old. Please just call me Lizzie." She adds on, earning a slow nod from the teenager. We all walk out to the car park together and say our goodbyes before heading home.

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The next morning, Colin and I are at the hospital as soon as we're allowed so we can be with Y/n before she heads into surgery. She's in a lot of pain this morning and had a bad night sleep, which is horrible to see. I think she's grateful that she's going to be unconscious for a few hours whilst they fix her leg.

The surgeon comes in and talks through the procedure, though most of it goes over my head. I'm just grateful that it seems to be helping Y/n. The nurses are then in to prepare her before we walk with them as they wheel her to the operating floor. "We'll be right here when you wake. Rose and Laura will be here after school too, so you've got that to look forward to." I tell Y/n, hoping to comfort her when I see worry in her eyes. "We both love you very much. Everything is going to be just fine." Colin says, pressing a kiss to Y/n's head. "I love you both too. See you in a few hours." She smiles. I hold her close one last time and watch as they take her away. Colin wraps his arm around me to comfort me as we begin waiting for her to return.

Instead of waiting around in a cold room, we head to the cafeteria and have some breakfast. We both skipped it this morning, worried about Y/n. We talk about what we can do to make things easier for Y/n when she gets home. She's going to be reliant on us for a while and I want everything to be as easy as possible for her.

"Shit, we need to call Danny?" I suddenly say. "Why? You're not planning on suing the kid are you?" Colin jokes, making me roll my eyes. "No. But it's the court case in 9 days." I point out and he lets out a quiet "oh." I know she'll still be able to testify, but she's not exactly going to be very mobile and it's just something else to add on to a stressful period for her. "Danny will know what to do. He's always got Y/n's interests at heart. I'll call him when Y/n is out of surgery, and we'll leave him to deal with anything that needs doing." Colin reassures me.

After about three hours, we move back to Y/n's room to wait. They said surgery will be around 4 hours, and I we don't want to miss her coming back. We settle in and I makes sure her pyjamas are out as I know she'll want to change as soon as she can.

Half an our later a nurse comes by to say that surgery went well and she's just in post op now before they bring her back. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that everything is ok. We can focus on recovery.

Colin and I both crowd around Y/n when they bring her back in. She's still unconscious but the doctor said she should wake shortly. We take our seats either side of our daughter, holding her hands and taking comfort that she's back with us. When she starts to stir, I move to gently run my hands through her hair. "M-mom." She stutters at a whisper. "I'm here sweetheart. Colin is too." I greet her as her eyes flutter open.

I give her the biggest smile I can which she tries to return. Her head then flops to the side to see Colin. "Hey kiddo. Glad you're awake." Colin smiles to her. "Hi dad." She returns. I don't think either Colin or I are going to get used to that, but I will love hearing it every time. I will never take for granted any of my kids calling me mom.

The doctor comes in when Y/n is more with it, confirming that surgery went really well and that he's confident of a full and complete recovery. This relaxes Y/n and I notice that she's become determined to get fit so she can be ready for playoffs when they come around.

That afternoon Laura and Rose come to visit. Laura kindly picked Rose up from school for us. Mom is going to bring Cosmo around dinner time so we can have some family time together. But thankfully, the doctor confirmed that Y/n can come home with us tomorrow. I'm grateful that she won't be in this hospital for longer. I want my daughter home with us so we can all look after her. She's got a stressful few weeks ahead and we want to be by her side, supporting her, through all of it.

Part 10

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i was wondering: what if (friendship lv.10) yanfei was the only one to side with the imposter au reader? i imagine the whole “those who dare wear the face of our god/goddess must be punished blah blah blah” is not only unfair & unlawful but also like,, have any of them *cough* zhongli, ei, xiao and diluc come to mind instantly *cough* ever thought that perhaps their deity decided to bless the “imposter” who’s just been minding their own business and not trying to abuse their lookalikeness by giving them the same looks???? bet they’d feel stupid after the truth comes out and they realize yanfei’s the one who saved their god from getting murdered on spot. . .

srry for rambling. this yanfei main just wants any crumbs for their main;-; + i rlly don’t think she’d go “must kill the heretic” without at least hearing us out bc shes a lawyer and stuff and there’s no way she won’t be able to find a loophole/obscure law to protect us from everyone’s wrath while we’re finally given a chance to share our side of the story

In the name of justice

You are absolutely right, anon! Yanfei cares about justice, and is an overall kind person, so I would imagine she would not be one to jump on the "imposter" hate bandwagon just like that!

PS: this is super late of a response but I was really feeling a Yanfei mood recently so here it is! It ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, but I might write more eventually!

Length: 2k words

cw: slight mention of injury

Screaming.

There was so much noise.

Your shaky feet bouncing off the pavement as a warm hand engulfed yours like a flame, dragging you behind them.

Dragging you through the labyrinthine streets of Liyue.

Only when the crowd's horrific angry sounds were muffled by the distance, did the warm hand release its grip on yours. You were quick to snatch it towards yourself, fearful eyes raking over the figure of none other than the legal advisor of Liyue.

She motioned a raised index to her lips, ushering you towards a smallish cramped building - you were unable to speak due to the ashy metallic taste in your mouth - lungs burning from the recent fleeing.

Finally, as she'd seated you down and bolted up the door, you managed to gather yourself enough to utter out a few words in succession.

"Why are you helping me?"

She frowned.

"Well, you're clearly being unjustly persecuted," she stated, crossing her arms huffily.

"Yes, you may bare a striking resemblance to the creator - but so what? If anything, people should take it as a divine blessing," she ranted, beginning to pace in front of the bolted door.

"Besides, its not as if you were claiming you were the creator," she added, raising her hands in frustration.

"I mean, I tried to reason with the Qixing on this - but I suppose when it comes to the creator, everything goes out the window," she sighed, leaning against the door once more.

You nodded slowly.

You were still somewhat confused by the whole creator aspect, but Yanfei seemed to be on your side at the very least.

You supposed you could do worse in terms of allies.

"I see...thank you, Yanfei."

She smiled brightly, before the expression faltered.

"I never did introduce myself," her brows furrowed as she cast a confused look your way. "How did you know my name?"

You stuttered, nervously glancing around the room, searching for an answer.

"Well...of course I know the legal advisor of Liyue...you're known far and wide," you laughed nervously, shifting in your seat.

"Oh. Well...I'm glad to see my reputation precedes me," she rubbed the back of her head, an awkward smile on her features.

"Where are you from, then, creator lookalike?"

"The name's (Y/n)," you spoke nervously, trying to stall for answers. As your gaze shifted over a worn map hung up on the wall, your eyes scanned the nations.

"And I'm from a small village in...Natlan."

"Oh, that's quite far away! I don't think I've met another person from Natlan before!"

You smiled and nodded nervously.

"Oh! Where are my manners," she chuckled. "Would you like some tea and a bite to eat?"

You nodded eagerly - the long sequence of running having drained you of all energy.

The meal went by without much fanfare - Yanfei made idle conversation, and you spilled stories of the nation you claimed to be from - mostly stringing together what little content there was about it in game and outside of it. For the most part - she seemed content with what you provided her with.

"Well, I say its about time for you to get some rest," Yanfei stated after glancing at the time.

"I'm afraid it isn't that safe in this shabby place - but no worries! I have a safer spot in mind," she explained, rising to her feet and hopping over to an antique teapot.

You recognized the item immediately, having had a similar one yourself in game.

She smiled at you mischievously.

"Hang tight!" she warned you, before raising the lid of it.

In a swirl of colors, you awoke on a quaint meadow - the skies painted gold with an eternally setting sun. Occasional sandbearer trees along with bamboos covered the mostly flat ground. Off in the distance, you could see a couple more floating islands.

You stared at your surroundings in awe, coming to a halt on the three story Liyue-styled house that had a lovely garden of wildvests and glaze lilies sprawling around it.

Yanfei came to a stop before you, reaching out a hand. You took it gently, allowing her to pull you to your feet.

"Let me show you my real abode," she said giddily, ushering you inside.

You were greeted by the scent of a roaring fire - and a sight of bookshelves littering the walls.

"That's...quite a lot of books," you spoke, awed.

She smiled sheepishly.

"As a legal advisor, I've collected every edition of Liyue law!"

"And have you had the time to read all of it too?"

She nodded happily.

"I've had more time to study than most people would think," she winked, hinting at her true nature as an adeptus.

You nodded slowly, following her through the entry hall.

"I've got a spare bedroom for you - it's right through here," she explained, before pushing a wooden door open.

The room was simple - clad in amber and brown hues - a bed by the wall, along with a matching dresser, bedside table, and a folding screen with a lovely scene painted upon it.

"It's not much, but I hope you don't mind - I haven't had guests in a while," she admitted, smiling sheepishly once more.

"No, no! It's perfect!" you exclaimed, taking in the room with a befuddled expression.

"That's a relief," she sighed. "Anyway - I have some work to do. I need to start building your case," she spoke, glancing at the looming library behind her.

"We gotta make sure you'll be safe from the rest of Liyue once we leave this place."

You nodded.

"I don't know how to thank you..."

"There's no need for that! I'm simply doing my job. Where there's an injustice - I will always be there to object."

With a brief goodnight, Yanfei set off to do research. Having nothing better to do, you settled in - getting changed out of your dirtied rags and into the silky salmon sleepwear you found in the drawers of the dresser. You crawled into bed, and with a heavy heart, you manage to battle your way to sleep.

Days in the teapot went by peacefully -Yanfei was pouring over legal papers throughout the days, accompanying your for meals and doing her best to host you. You felt yourself opening up to her a little more - sprinkling in little truths about your life back home and the friends and family you'd left behind.

A part of you ached to tell her the full truth - but you'd gone so long with those little white lies that you could never really speak your mind, afraid you'd lose the little haven and support you'd found.

Yanfei seemed to sense there was something you were keeping from her, but never pressed the matter - she was always cordial and understanding with you. It was no wonder most held her in such a high regard. She was kind, intelligent and sociable - everything packed in a fiery little package.

Eventually, the calm days of the teapot had to come to a conclusion, however.

"I think I've finally built up a case strong enough to present to the Qixing," she stated as she poured you a cup of tea, her chipper voice having an excited edge.

"Wow! That's great!" you responded eagerly, grinning up at her.

"I think - if it's fine with you - we should go and meet with them today."

You nodded slowly, feeling excitement mixing with anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

"You'll have to wear something concealing while we get there, though," she hummed in thought. "I should have some clothes with a hood. Something to hide your face with."

You allowed her to pick out a nice silky robe for you - one with a large hood that cast a shadow across your face - making you unrecognizable and unable to stand out too much in a crowd.

With that done, Yanfei gathered up her notes - her tomes, and grabbed your hand in her delicate warm one - exiting the teapot and stepping foot back inside that dingy house in Liyue.

"Well. Let's be on our way, then," she spoke, holding her hand out for you to take.

"Let's prove to the world you're a blessing, not a curse, hm?"

You chuckled.

"I like the sound of that."

"We are here to request a hearing with the Qixing," Yanfei spoke to the secretaries, allowing you to keep a slight distance.

"It's concerning this so called 'imposter' situation."

Soon, there were footsteps hurrying away to gather up the members of the Qixing.

You felt anxiety squeezing at your lungs, restricting your airways.

Yanfei cast you a reassuring smile.

You could do this.

"So, you've brought the imposter to us, very good, Yanfei," Ningguang spoke from her seat across the room, her gaze landing on your uncloaked form. You swallowed thickly, feeling her gaze pierce through you as sharply as the rocks she commanded.

"No, actually," Yanfei spoke firmly, pulling out her paperwork.

"I'm here to prove they're not breaking any law just by existing."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ningguang spoke, leaning forward, placing her elbows elegantly on the table before her.

"I'd like to see how you can argue that, when they're stood right beside you, wearing the face of the creator."

"They were simply born with that face. If anything, it should be a blessing."

Ningguang scoffed - her reaction mirrored by the other members of the Qixing.

"Our law dictates that no one is to be judged by their social or financial standing - nor their appearance," Yanfei spoke, flipping trough her book to find the according law.

"I would say this situation falls under this law."

"Maybe so, but you are forgetting that there is also a law dictating that you may not impersonate someone you are not."

"If I may be so bold - they were not claiming to be the creator. They simply entered Liyue - and were attacked and chased before they could even do anything," Yanfei had a confident smirk on her delicate features, her back straightened proudly.

"Well...yes, I suppose that's true, but still.."

"And as long as they never claim to be the creator - we have no right to persecute them on any grounds," Yanfei continued, confident in her win.

"I know this situation concerns the creator - trust me, I too take such matters very seriously, but we must not act rashly. It could reflect badly on Liyue, if we turn someone blessed by the creator, into a petty criminal."

Ningguang leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and seemingly deep in thought.

"I suppose you are right in that regard..."

Yanfei grinned.

"Alright. I suppose we will not convict them of any crime. But we will be needing to keep a close eye on them - lest they get any ideas."

You cast your gaze aside, feeling anxious.

Would Ningguang's employees dig into your supposed past? Would they find out you had none in this realm?

"Alright. I suppose we will call off this hunt for them. And the two of you are free to go. But I do warn you - we will keep a watchful eye on you," she spoke, staring directly at you.

You felt a chill run down your spine.

As you turned to leave, you kept your gaze glued in front of you, back straight and trying to seem as confident as you could. However, you cursed your clumsiness as you tripped over your own feet. In mere moments, you were plummeting towards the ground.

Your head made contact with the smooth polished floor below you with a sickening thud.

Your ears were ringing as your vision swam - you were certain you could smell something tangy and metallic lingering in the air around you.

Suddenly - you heard multiple pairs of feet rushing towards you - the soft thuds echoing throughout the room and amplifying the ringing in your ears.

"Someone call a medic!" you heard what sounded like Keqing exclaim.

"Your grace! Oh geo lord..." you heard someone else speak frantically.

Slowly, your vision faded to black, along with the voices echoing around you.