#annalise keating x reader

[oneshotnewbie]

Annalise Keating and Female reader "I Didnt know where to go, so I came here." Annalise's gf, shows up in the middle of a case after facing a tragedy. Please make it as fluffy as a blow dried sheep

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of a car crash and blood/bleeding wounds. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Tires squealed, people screamed and shortly afterwards, you could hear cars colliding. Your Audi skidded over the side of the road, hit another car and both were eventually stopped by a tree. The car on the opposite side of the road could not brake in time and grazed the rear or yours, shortly afterwards fire broke out.

Then everything was quiet, dead quiet for a few minutes.

Only the constant ringing in your ears and the pounding of your heart, which tried to chase twice the amount of blood through your body, remained in your auditory canal and did not leave you alone.

Less than fifty meter away from your car was a white Mercedes, the front of which was completely dented and wrecked. The man sitting in the drivers seat was in shock. In a flash, he jumped out of the car and ran towards you, but he got dizzy and fell to the ground, losing consciousness while falling.

A young man, barely reaching adulthood, was behind the wheel of the Hyundai in front of you, which was pinned against the tree by your car. Slowly, he regained consciousness and tried to understand the situation he was in. Panic shot through his body and he tried to free himself through the passenger side, but all efforts were unsuccessfully. He did not get out of his seat, realizing he was trapped.

And then there was you, your head on the steering wheel, wrapped in the airbag that erupted right after the first impact. Due to the force of it, you flew forward quite a bit, so that you were violently pressed into the seat belt. This caused you to gasp painfully for air in a daze. Your blood spread on the white sheet, the laceration on your head bleeding profusely.

"Ma´am, are you all right?" the boy in front of you asked, trying to get to his cell phone. He carefully tried to stretch forward, but the pain in his chest prevented him from doing so. No matter what he tried to do, he could not reach his phone. "Please answer me"

As you agonizingly tried to pull yourself out of the junk that used to be a car, slamming open the door with a thud and pushing yourself out of the seat to painfully fall onto the wet street, you heard a car pull up behind you. "I am fine, help is on the way"

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When the rescue team arrived, two paramedics helped you into an ambulance and took your vital signs while an police officer questioned you about what happened. As detailed as you could in this situation, you described the accident and explained that the driver of the Mercedes was to blame for it and asked about the other people who had been hit much worse.

After half an hour, during which the doctors tried in vain to persuade you to take you to the hospital for a check-up to be on the safe side, you left the place with a few bandages and plasters on your hands and face, limping and with bloody clothes.

You only had one goal in mind; Annalise.

You walked the streets of the settlement only slowly, due to to the effect of the adrenaline you did not noticed the pain, which went far beyond the usual hematoma caused by seat belts in such accidents, until now.

Warm blood dripped down your forearm and fingers and you heard a whimper escape your mouth. Your breath quickened, tears stinging in your eyes as you pressed your palm to the open wound on your upper arm. The paramedics had not checked you out further, had not looked under your leather jacket, which, despite the profusely bleeding wound, had not gotten a single scratch.

You had almost arrived, had almost reached your destination when a sharp pain in your left side made you groan briefly and you fell down onto the steps of Annalise´s office. Even a brief twitch in your muscles suddenly sent a chilling throb from your hips up your spine to your head.

-Control yourself, Y/n. Put the pain aside and stand up!- you mumbled to yourself, but your body did not respond to your commands. Instead, your skull pressed against the pillar of the terrace and you closed your eyes for a moment.

The loud bang of your body weight on the old wooden floorboards had caused a stir; the door jumped open with violence. Your head stretched up as far it could, your eyes scanning the human standing in the open door. His expression was a mixture of shock and fear, concern and agitation.

"Y/n, what the hell happened? You look like someone straight out of a horror movie!" Frank shouted a little louder than expected, making you wince and cry out in agony. He pushed forward from his stand and ran down the stairs to perch on the first of these to survey you. "Annalise, you need to come quickly!"

He examined every limb of your body, roughly skimming the outward appearance of the uninjured areas and keeping his eyes glued to the blood pooling on your palm while he nervously listened to the bleating from his boss, who was obviously deeply involved in a case, talking to her client. "Frank, I don´t have- my Y/n.."

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You felt your girlfriend´s strong arms nestle under your body, pulling you up and letting your head sink into your carrier´s shoulder as you tried to hold back the tears of pain and shock. But all you could manage was a pitiful whimper. "Shh, it´s okay. It will get better soon, honey."

Annalise soothing voice calmed your insides and you forgot the pain for a short while. "Y/n, what happened?" your girlfriend asked worried as she entered her office with you. You looked more than worn out, judging by your pale complexion you had been roaming the streets like that for a long time.

You did not answer and she dragged you over to one of her couches where she carefully sat down with you and you took a seat on her lap. Your tired upper body was still pressed tightly against her, the pain overcoming you with an ice-cold shiver down your spine.

"Honey?" the lawyer asked again, leaning over and looking at you worried with her enchanted eyes. You grimaced in pain as you braced your arm against her thigh to position yourself slightly differently and comfortable. "I.." you started, searching for the right words in the fog that surrounded your thoughts. "had a car accident. Someone hit me, crashed into another car and ended up curled up against a tree."

Annalise´s eyes widened and she had to swallow hard. With her mouth wide open, for the first time ever, she had no words to vouch for. "Why the hell are not you in the hospital right now? You need to get checked out!"

"I did not know where to go, so I came here. No need for hospitals, only you."

Tentatively but quickly, she began to strip of the blazer and then your top, exposing the bleeding skin under the blue colored fabric of your sleeve. You sucked in the air sharply while an unintentional whistle escaped your lips as the filthy and dried blood spattered top brushed the left part of your shoulder.

The brown-haired woman instantly saw why.

A cut ran from the outer edge of your left shoulder down to about midway on your upper arm. She immediately motioned for you to let yourself fall into her arms and to close your eyes; she knew how much you hated blood and could not stand seeing it. "Frank, I need clean and fresh clothes- a shirt that has wide, short sleeves. A bowl of warm water, a cloth and bandages. Now."

The man, who stood nervously in front of you and observed the situation, disappeared from the room with a nod and returned shortly afterwards with the medically necessary items, which he placed on the small table beside his boss before letting you both alone.

She took the washcloth in her hand, soaked it in the bowl of water and began cleaning the wound. "This is going to hurt, I am sorry baby."

You tried not to let it show, but your arm spasmed several times and your fingers clawed at her thigh as the burning in your upper arm intensified. After each swab, she looked up at you and concern crept onto her tired face.

"Ahh!" you gasped in tears and clenched your teeth. Annalise was working as neatly as she could, not wanting to continue to watch your suffering. When she was done with that, she bandages your wound and tended to the small cuts on your face, which would heal just as well.

She quickly threw the used things on the floor and picked you up to lay you flat on the couch, which she lined with some pillows from the other sofa and an comfortable blanket. The brunette carefully lifted your wounded arm over the blanket and placed it high on another pillow before dabbing your forehead, which was clearly covered with sweat, with the washcloth.

Gently pressing the damp cloth against your cheek, wiping away some tears that were running down your neck, she watched you. "You should get some rest, my love." she said, tossing the damp cloth back into the bowl and stroking your wounded arm soothingly.

Instead of the expected pain, you thought would be rushing through your system, a sense of security flowed through you.

Your hand reached up to her, placing itself on her neck, gently pulling her towards you. Annalise closed her eyes as she felt your lips on hers, kissing her passionately, unconsciously leaning in a bit. Her forehead rested against yours and you let your eyes fall close.

"Will you lie down with me? I could use a good cuddle session. For the healing process if you understand" you whispered to her and she grinned into another kiss before pushing herself away from your face. The brunette gently ran her fingers over your hair and helped you push yourself a little to the side.

Annalise took off her high heels and carefully crawled under the covers. Her arms gently wrapped around your midsection, careful not to bump into your wound. "For the healing process, huh?"

You nodded and snuggled closer to her. Annalise kissed the bare skin of your collarbone, earning a tired moan while running her fingers in circles over your chest as she watched you enjoying the closeness and slowly drifting into a deep, well-deserved sleep.

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[stan-fixations]

SUGAR SWEET

CRAVING

♡Connor Walsh♡

M4A

Inspired by the song:

Love Won't Change by J.I

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ A story in which you and Connor are best friends but he wants a deeper relationship. So he hatches a plan to make you his forever.

Part 1

You first met in kindergarten. It was halfway through the school year when Connor transferred to your school. The teacher sat him in the seat next to yours and asked you to help him out for a few days. You tried to talk to him throughout the morning but he kept his head down not saying a word. At lunch you found him sitting alone and went to join him. When you opened your lunchbox you found that your mom had packed you two juice boxes. You slid one over the table and Connor took it, neither of you saying a word during the exchange. The next day at lunch he had two apples and slid one over to you. You took it, again neither of you spoke. It soon became routine for you. You'd bring one extra snack to share everyday.

On the last day of school you were walking out the front when you heard someone call your name from behind. You turned to find Connor standing a distance away looking at you. Then he did something. Something you never thought would happen, something you never saw coming. He waved and said "Have a good summer!". With a smile on your face you waved back and replied "See you next year Connor!". That's how it all began.

Every year since then you sat next to each other in class and shared snacks at lunch. You started hanging out during summers. Late night calls, movie nights, concerts, you guys did it all. Overtime you came to be best friends. To you it was a simply perfect friendship. You had someone to count on who you knew would always have your back. All your secrets, dumb questions, insecurities, every thought that crossed your mind Connor knew and you were fine with that because he was your best friend. If you couldn't trust him then who could you trust?

However, your friendship was more complicated for Connor. He told himself you guys just spent too much time together. You were too similar. You were his best friend so of course he had a strong connection to you. Over and over he said these things. Yet he never believed them, not once because he knew deep down underneath all the lies and the fake reasoning, he knew with every ounce of his being what the truth was. He loved you. He loved you more than anything. He loved the way you laughed. He loved the way you hung your head when you were embarrassed. He loved to watch your eyes light up whenever you heard your favorite song. He loved how peaceful you looked when sleeping. He loved how every moment he spent with you made his heart beat out of his chest. He loved you. There was nobody else he dreamt of being with, nobody he wanted more than you. Still, with all this love flowing through him he could never bring himself to confess. His palms got sweaty at the thought of confessing. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if he ruined everything? All those years together. Every birthday, wedding, funeral, party, injury, day, and night. What if it was all washed away with nothing but the words his heart ached to say? The words that fought to escape his lips everytime you looked into his eyes.

He'd known you since you guys were five years old in kindergarten. Now you're 18 going into your senior year in highschool. He knew he was running out of time. Graduating meant starting a new chapter of life and he feared that there wouldn't be a space for him in your next chapter. He knew that senior year was his last chance to get over his nerves and finally tell you about his feelings. So he made up his mind. This school year he was going to do everything in his power to make you fall in love with him. He was desperate to make you see that he was the right guy for you in hopes that maybe, just maybe he could avoid having to say goodbye to you forever. In Connors eyes he was yours and you were his. His first love, his only love, his sugar sweet craving.

To be continued...

Original work - do not use without permission

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[thefanficmonster]

Hi Vy!:D if it’s not a bother can I request Connor Walsh with a fem s/o that has a guy best friend (also if you’ve watched the show You can the best friend have a personality similar to Joe Goldberg?<3)

Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! I love that you included the detail about Joe Goldberg, not only cause it's such a good idea but because I love the show YOU. Enjoy the headcanons 💕

Pairing: Connor Walsh x Reader (Female) [How To Get Away With Murder]

Warnings: Implied Stalking, Threats, Swearing

Genre: Protectiveness (let's consider this a genre for now 😅)

Connor knew something was off about Tyler the moment you introduced them to one another

During their handshake, in fact

It didn't take a lot for Connor to immediately feel put-off by this guy, especially not when considered how he wasn't even trying to hide his odd behaviors

Behaviors you brushed off when they were brought up by your boyfriend

Stuff like how his smile was painfully forced, never reaching his cold eyes which were quite literally glaring through Connor instead of looking at him

The way he squeezed his hand a little too harshly and made the handshake a lot quicker than a regular one would last

How he'd only talk with you or about you or your guys' friendship, frequently openly ignoring Connor as if he hadn't heard him speak or would dismiss him and his opinion

He made no effort in getting to know him during the actual brunch, but then sent a follow request Connor's way which only served to confuse him further

He didn't like how touchy he was with you or the way he'd gawk at you when you weren't looking or the way his gaze sized you up as you got up to use the restroom

Hell, even with all of that in mind, Connor was willing to convince himself that it was all in his head and that he was simply overthinking it and being overly paranoid

But when Tyler had the audacity to drop some distastefully lewd comments about you in front of him the following few outings you'd forced him to go to, he knew it was far from unsupported suspicion

Man was seeing red regardless, but when he caught the asshole sitting in his car in the alley by your house, watching you through your bedroom window, he was ready to commit murder

And that's exactly what he told him after knocking on the windshield, startling him out of his daydreams about you

"What you doing there, bud?" He asked, leaning in through the rolled down driver's side window

Before he could reply, however, Connor had thrown open the door, dragging him out by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall at the side of your house

"Listen here, you fucking pervert, I'll be getting away with another murder under my belt if I see you around Y/N ever again. Do you understand me?"

When Tyler didn't immediately nod, Connor made a point to reslam him against the wall, eliciting a pained groan from him

"Do you?!" He snarled and this time got a response

"Alright, alright! I won't go near her again, I swear. I promise."

With a complimentary punch or two, Connor considered his job was done

Not exactly, though, since he really wouldn't have minded calling up the remainder of the K5 to have Tyler's dead body taken care of

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[kooqitas]

... law class & sex ★ with: jjk!

#pairings: teacher!jjk X reader

#synopsis: you didn't think your teacher would notice how desperate you were for his cock

#tags: teacher!jk, pwp, cockslut, rough sex, spanking, semi public sex (?), creampie, vaginal sex, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation,

🌸 . . nsfw, +18 | 

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"you fucking pervert. you like this, don't you? is this pussy wet after seeing my class?"

your teacher looks like you are a freak, yeah, maybe you are.

to be honest, it is kinda difficult to explain how this happened. you really have a big crush on your teacher and of course if he asks you to ride on his dick, but he's never made a mention about that, unlike this, he's really so kind and respectful with you and your friends. 

but he’s hot. super hot.

you feel your underwear wet after the moment you stepped on the class.

jeon jungkook is your teacher of criminal law, and you really like your teaching methods, but being a young adult in a constant fertile period doesn’t help. 

the teacher is so attractive, every part of your body, with the passing of the months you just want to sit on his face and sucking your dick. 

but you always hide this, except for today.

you never felt your pussy so wet when this man started speaking like annalise keating, and your tight pants doesn’t help, your thighs make you insane. 

the only thing you can do is take a lollipop and leave it in your mouth, sucking like jungkook's dick.

he got it. you practically devore him with eyes when sucks the candy.

the class is over, so he’s calling you.

“what’s your problem today?”

is he looking at your nipples? wow

“excuse me, sir?”

“to be honest, i really receive several proposals to eat my students, but you know, i always decline…”

it’s true, you always hear your friends say that they have tried something more with jungkook, insinuations, short clothes, inappropriate photos, everything, but he always said “no”. 

this is one of the motives you never tried anything.

“i know that, but i can’t understand why u tell me this, sir…”

“oh! really?” he asked, the mocker tone evident in his voice. “what you want of me, sweetheart?”

“excuse me?”

oh, jungkook we're going to humiliate you? say that you’re a pervert and he never wants anything with you? really? 

“i see how you look to me when sucks that lollipop, i see in your face how that cunt makes you wet at each little word i said.” he’s raised, staying in front of you. “you want that i fuck you, stupid whore?”

jungkook's face changed. he’s look like a devil, maybe the pleasure, but still a devil.

what the fuck he’s doing? all your friends say that he always said “i'm not interesting, bye” but why now he’s spoken like that? 

“i made a question, because to be honest, i’m tired of hiding how much i want to fuck your cute little drippy cunt, of hiding how much i want make you cum on my cock and made you my personal slut”

“y-yes, i want”

he laughed.

"you fucking pervert. you like this, don't you? is this pussy wet after seeing my class?"

so, he stood in front of you, grabbing her waist tightly and sticking his tongue in her mouth.

“the d-dor.” you said.

“that’s ok, i don’t care if someone see i fucking a whore.”

without a warning, he lifted your skirt and rubbed his middle finger on you wet underwear. you moaned.

“this is a good slut, i even need to prepare you with my fingers, you are so wet to my cock, desperate for me to fill you with my sperm, no?” he still rubbed, now your clit, your legs trembled and you feel that you can cum in his fingers. “we need to be faster, i said that i don’t care if someone see, but if this happened we can’t play anymore”

“p-please.” you even know for what you are asked, have jungkook brushing his middle finger on your clit is like a fucking wet dream.

“can your sweet and little pussy take my fat cock?” you feel the other hand pinched your nipple, and scream because of the pain. “a word, sweetheart, i need a word because nothing else will make me stop to fuck this hole open.”

“i dont need a w-word. i want everything.”

he pinched your clit, and you scream again, made him laugh on your ear.

“knew a dumb slut like you was good to me. desperate to feel begging me to defile this tight, no? but i need a word. but i know you won't use it, you're desperate to cry while i tear that pussy apart.” 

you said a word, nothing special just “popcorn”, don’t have a motive or anything, is just a random word that you can remember if it is necessary.

you even notice when he removed the belt and underwear, just feel he’s dick opening you without any care, it didn't hurt, you were too excited for that, of course, a slight burning but nothing that wasn't pleasurable.

“now, my favorite student, watch me dick fuck this little hole open” he said when he lifted your skirt and grabbed your leg, leaning against the table to leave you open for him. 

jungkook isn’t a ‘gentleman’ he’s fucking you like a toy, the table is shaking because the power of that he hit you and you scream everytime his ball hit in you.

you see his sucking his middle finger and you can’t understand what happens, but the confusion soon disappears when you feel him rub his finger wet with spit on you asshole.

“next time, i use this hole.”

“c-cu-”

“you gonna cum?” he let go of your waist to leave a slap on your face. “is your teacher's cock so hot that you're going to cum on it?”

“y-yeah.”

“so cum, whore!” he slap on your face again, and again.

and when the orgarms finally came, he kissed you trying to muffle your screams.

he continuous to fucking your pussy. you ruined and felt the overstimulation, your body didn't stand up, but his still fucking.

still fucking untill cum on your pussy, the white liquid oozing on you. 

the floor is a mess, the table is a mess, and you is a mess too.

you think that is over, but jungkook got on his knees and sucks you. 

making him swallow your cum and his.

“so…” she said, standing up and fixing his pants. “i want to fuck you everyday now.”

“i'll do anything for my favorite teacher.”

“so when you get home, send me a video of your shower. i will be waiting.”

🌸 . . part 2 maybe?

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts smut #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 writer #bts #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #jungkook #jk x reader #jk #★... lulli writes

[llamaqueenprompt]

Get Out

Characters: Annalise Keating, Reader and Frank Delfino

Not Requested

Word Count: 481

Inspiration:  “Come out so I can kill you,”

“Come out so I can kill you,” Annalise said as she slammed the door behind her.

Everyone that was in the Keating household started looking around trying to figure out who she was talking about.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” asked Annalise fuming looking around for the girl in question.

Y/N was hidden in the kitchen talking to Frank when they started listening to the older woman calling her.

“What did you do?” he asked with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“I may have talked to the client alone”

“Oh boy,” he said taking a sip of his coffee and laughing a little “you better tell me your funeral plans before she finds you”

“It can’t be that bad right?” Y/N asked as her eyes widened with fear, she was starting to rethink her actions, not that she thought that she had done something wrong, but Annalise Keating had that power over people, making them question things they knew were right.

“There you are,” said Annalise as she finally found the girl in the kitchen with the others following her steps, their curiosity gaining the best of them  “what the hell did you do?”

“I just talked to the client,” she started finally gaining the courage to face the monster “is that forbidden now?” 

“It is when you go alone!” Annalise starts pacing around the island avoiding looking Y/N in the eyes “I told all of you that you don’t talk to my clients without me under any circumstances”

“You were busy at court and this was important, we didn't have any time to waste and for the record, they are also our clients, we work on them as much as you do”

Annalise finally looked up at Y/N, looking her dead in the eye.

“Do you regret what you did?”

“What?” she asked, not really understanding what she was asking her.

“Do you regret going to talk with the client behind my back?”

At this moment everyone was looking at the both of them scared of the outcome of this situation. They were both extremely stubborn and knew what needed to be done and were not scared of standing their ground. 

“No” Y/N responded, not showing any kind of remorse in her voice.

“Then get the hell out of my house”

Everyone just stayed shocked, not believing the words that had come out of Annalise’s mouth. In the months they have been working with her they have made countless mistakes, but not once has she asked any of them to leave her house.

“Annalise, that isn’t…”

“No, it’s okay Frank,” she interrupted him placing her hand on his arm and grabbing her purse that was on top of one counter “I’ll go”

The next sound that was heard was the door closing.

“What are you all looking at, get to work, and don’t get on my nerves.”

I hope you liked it. I feel like this one could have a second part, would you guys be interested in it?

If you have any requestes just tell me.

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[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

hey I saw you write for htgawm🙈 (if you don't just ignore this ask and enjoy your day! :)) I was curious if you could maybe write something fluffy, angsty with Annalise and an age gap (like student-prof or sth)? (if you are comfortable with that of course) Wishing you a great day and your writing is amazing!! ☺️ ✨

“I am so fucking sick of your self-sacrificial bullshit, Annalise!” you shouted, no longer bothered by the fact that the other five law students in the house could certainly hear you.  “Firing me and then trying to paint it as you ‘protecting me’?  Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Of course I don’t think you’re stupid-”

“So what is it then?  You can’t stand seeing me at work because we fucked once?  I’ve been nothing but professional-”

“Jesus Christ, would you lower your voice!” Annalise crossed the room and brought a finger to your lips before you could shout anything else.  “There is about to be an investigation in which you should not and cannot be involved in.  For once, I need you to drop the stubborn law student act, put your head down, and do what you’re told.”

“What kind of investigation?” you asked, your voice back at a reasonable volume.

“I literally cannot tell you any more than I already have and now you need to trust me and go.  I’ll have Frank or Bonnie drop off your things.”

“Fine,” you huffed, still not satisfied by the lack of an explanation.  Nevertheless, you could tell that something big and potentially very damaging was afoot; the people around you have been jumpy this week, to say the least.  Without another word, you turned around and left her office, ignoring the conspicuous stares from the rest of your former legal team.

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[marwritesgood]

Reputation | F. Delfino

Pairing: Frank x Edmond!Reader

Timeframe: Season One

Summary: Y/n becomes resistant to Frank’s charm after finding out about his reputation.

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warning: murder, violence, season one spoilers.

A/N: I just finished the series so don’t mind me with the occasional HTGAWM fic here and there x This is definitely not for the faint of heart, so please be weary!

In the first year I spent as Annalise Keating’s newest paralegal, I became well-acquainted with a lot of the people she kept close to her. In particular, a certain Frank Delfino. 

Much to my initial dismay, he took an almost immediate liking to me. Whenever Annalise assigned me different tasks to fulfil, Frank always found a way to tag along with me. Any time I found myself trying to go through files of legal paperwork on my own, he would insist on working within close proximity to me.

As the year went by, I eventually grew to enjoy his company. The things I, at first, found irritating about him. Such as his overpowering cologne and his covert pick-up lines. Even the way his calloused hands would purposely graze over mine every time we reviewed paperwork together. 

These were the traits I ultimately found most endearing about him.

“What time does your cab get here?”

I looked up and saw Bonnie approaching me, arms stretched out to pull me in for a hug. I smiled and hugged her back. Frank made his way into the room from Annalise’s kitchen, my travel mug clutched in his hands with the coffee I had requested for.

“In about half an hour, Bon,” I answered, glancing down at my wristwatch when Bonnie finally let go of me. Frank smirked at me as he handed me my travel mug.

“Do you really have to go?” He asked, his tone half-joking and half sincere. Ever since the day I told him I was going to be out of town for a month, to visit my father, he had been whining non-stop covertly enough not to alarm Bonnie or Annalise, but overtly sufficient for me to find it amusing.

“I’m only going for a month,” I laughed. I lifted my mug to my lips and took a sip, before closing the lid and placing it on the coffee table. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to survive those four weeks.”

“Doubt it,” he replied.

He lifted his hand and placed it over his chest, trying to emphasise how physically heartbroken he apparently would be without me around. I rolled my eyes, trying to appear annoyed by his relentless coquetry. The immediate burning sensation on my cheeks betrayed me, and Frank caught onto it quickly.

“Hey, Bon,” Frank began, turning abruptly to face Bonnie. “- Annalise wanted Y/n to take the Boyd file with her, but it’s in the cabinet in her office.”

I scrunched my eyebrows. Annalise hadn’t mentioned anything to me about taking Mr Boyd’s file with me. Bonnie nodded, reaching into her bag for the key to Annalise’s office cabinet. 

“I’ll go grab it,” she said, before walking hastily to Annalise’s office.

Frank watched her leave until she was successfully out of earshot. Afterwards, he quickly closed the doors into the living room. I was slightly alarmed, but not as much as I was amused. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, laughing underneath my breath, as Frank quickly made his way back to where I stood. He smiled warmly at me. Not a coy smirk like his usual behaviour. This was a genuine smile- the first I had seen of its kind.

“Just wanted a second alone with you,” he murmured, reaching his hand out to hold mine. The feeling of his calloused fingers loosely intertwined with mine made my heart pound. “... before you leave me.”

“Oh my god,” I sighed, pulling my hand away so I could lightly punch his arm. When Frank was relentless at something, he was fully committed to it. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m just gonna miss you,” he said softly, as he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I lifted my arms and hugged him tightly. For a moment I could have sworn I could feel his heart pounding just as aggressively as mine.

“I’m sure you can annoy Bonnie while I’m gone.”

“It’s not the same,” he answered, letting go and pulling away from me. I was grateful he did so, for fear that I was getting too comfortable being in his arms. After all, our relationship never exceeded being anything more than a flirtatious work friendship. “Promise you’ll come back?”

“I don’t know,” I replied jokingly, pretending to consider not coming back to Philadelphia. “Do I have any reason to come back?”

I was expecting him to laugh along with me, or have some witty rebuttal. Instead, he just gazed at me for a long moment. Knowing something was on his mind, I remained silent until he spoke again.

“What if I take you out to dinner when you get back?”

My eyes widened. I was taken so far back, I almost physically doubled back. I couldn’t lie. I loved the thought of going out to dinner with Frank. I especially enjoyed humouring the possibilities of what could happen after dinner. 

However, I had no idea Frank's harmless flirting was perhaps more meaningful than I had anticipated.

“Frank-” I gasped. I couldn’t shake the fear that he was just playing a cruel joke on me.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, never breaking his gaze with me. He seemed so sure of himself. As though this were something he had been calculating and contemplating for a while. “My uncle owns this nice restaurant uptown. Italian, of course... We could go there.”

“... I don’t know,” I responded hesitantly. If not for all the other factors to consider, I would have jumped at the opportunity to go out with Frank.

“Y/n-”

“You don’t think this is... I don’t know, inappropriate?” I felt pretentious immediately after I finished my question. I still thought it was a valid point. “I mean, we work together. What would Annalise say if she found out?”

“I don’t care.”

My breath hitched. Frank’s loyalty to Annalise was a character trait of his as prominent as the dark and mysterious persona he upholds. For someone who was always at Annalise’s beck and call, he claimed not to care about her input very nonchalantly.

“Well, I do,” I retorted, chuckling beneath my breath at how ridiculous Frank was sounding. “What if she fires me? You’ve been with her for years, I just joined last November. I won’t have a job, and I’ll be-”

“I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said thoughtfully. It startled me just how intently he gazed at me, but I knew he did so only to emphasise how much he meant it. “You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

“Yes, I do, but... You have to know how crazy you sound right now-”

“I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I saw you, Y/n,” he simpered, his eyes beaming at me as he lifted his hands and held the sides of my face. At this moment, he was mere inches away from me. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

I paused for a moment, as I mulled over what he had admitted to. I considered denying my feelings. That would have been the wiser decision concerning the legal career I had worked so hard to build. But I just couldn’t go through with it.

“I can’t,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. From the way Frank began grinning, I knew he had heard me. Crystal clear.

“So let me take you out when you come back-”

At this point, I knew I wasn’t going to turn him down. I wondered if the year’s worth of flirting on the job was a ploy of his; a way to get me to go from finding him irritating to irresistible.

“You’re not gonna be hooking up with other women while I’m gone?” I smirked, though I was partially fearful of how he would respond to my question. I couldn’t imagine I was the only woman who was charmed by him, and I doubted he spent his Saturday nights at home.

I expected his face to fall. For Frank to realise just how long I would be gone, and immediately regret ever asking me out in the first place. However, he surprised me again by remaining unfazed. This was either because his game was just that good, or because he was just that deadset on taking me out for dinner, even if it meant waiting a month. I liked to believe the latter.

“Not when the only woman I want is halfway across the country.” He smirked, and I tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to appear of my face. His hands dropped to my waist, and he pulled me closer to him. I placed my hands on his chest, trying to savour the moment before I left. “What do you say?”

“Okay,” I whispered, smiling at him as I nodded my head. He grinned, before bringing his hands back up to the sides of my face. Something told me he was not going to let go of me anytime soon. 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving his head closer to mine until our foreheads just about touch.

“Yeah,” I repeated.

Before another moment could pass, he gently pushed the back of my head with his fingers until our lips met in the middle. He kissed me softly and slowly, yet with a fiery passion. I never knew it could be achieved in just one kiss. My heart was no longer pounding. For a moment, I could have sworn it stopped beating altogether.

I didn’t want the moment to end. I was not yet ready to break away from Frank, let alone leave his embrace. But when Bonnie’s footsteps sounded across the house, Frank and I found each other pulling away instantly. Before Bonnie entered the living room, I ducked down and tried to fix my lipstick, which Frank had managed to smear very visibly in what was barely a minute-long kiss. 

I did not mind at all.

“Here are the Boyd files,” Bonnie announced, as she handed me a golden manilla folder, with an enclosed document detailing Mr Boyd’s personal details. She looked at Frank and me questioningly. It didn’t help that he and I were doing a terrible job at acting natural.

Fortunately, the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway allowed me to break the risky silence.

“That’s my cab,” I said, instinctively reaching down to grab my suitcase. Frank quickly dived down and gripped the handle on my bag before I could get the chance to. 

“I got it,” he mumbled, before standing back up. My suitcase had four wheels and a retractable metal hand bar. Even so, Frank made a point to hold it up himself. Before he turned towards the door and headed out, he glanced back at me, a proud smirk appeared on his face.

I bit my lips as I tried to suppress a grin. Frank's charming demeanour had even more of an effect on me now that I knew his true intentions. Not to mention the fact that he had just finished offering a very intense demonstration on just how good of a kisser he was.

When he finally left to load my bag into the cab, I reached for my mug. I turned back to Bonnie, only to realise she had been watching mine and Frank’s interaction very intently, and seemingly with a lot of concern.

“I know that look,” she droned. I couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or disappointment prevalent in her tone, but it was clear she was displeased by what she saw.

“I-I don’t-”

“Y/n,” she began, uncrossing her arms so she could place her hand on my shoulder. I grew to really trust Bonnie. She was a mentor to me, but even more so, she was a trusted friend and confidant. “I know Frank is as charming as he is handsome, but believe me... you can’t trust him like that.”

“You don’t know that,” I said softly. I wasn’t trying to undermine Bonnie's concern, so much as I was trying to give Frank the benefit of the doubt.

My feelings for him only grew stronger the more time I spent with him. The fact that Bonnie was trying to convince me to feel otherwise was deflating, to say the very least.

“What did he say to you?” She asked, her eyes piercing mine as she stared intently at me. When I didn’t respond immediately, she took that as her cue to keep going. “Let me guess then... He said he’s crazy about you... Has been since the moment he met you, and that you’re the only woman he wants?”

My mouth fell agape. I tried to keep myself from reacting too emotionally. Since the beginning of my legal career, I had been trying to coach myself to suppress any physical trace of emotion or vulnerability. Here, that was considered a woman’s weakness.

“Frank sleeps with every girl that walks through those doors,” she explained, gesturing towards the front door to Annalise’s home office. I knew she was not only referencing to clients and employees, but to the students, Annalise invites in every year from the university she teaches in. “I know it’s not my place to tell you what to do... but I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I nodded, sighing heavily as I looked down at the floor. I had a lot to think about during my month away from Philadelphia.

*****

In the month I was gone, I found out from Bonnie that Annalise chose five students to join her clinic as opposed to her traditional four. In a further turn of events, I found out from my younger brother, Wes, that he was among the chosen five. He and I grew up together until our mother’s untimely death. 

Following that tragedy, Wes was adopted, and I moved in with my father, who helped to make sure my brother and I stayed in contact.

“So first you don’t tell me you enrolled at Middleton,” I grumbled, as my brother helped me unload my suitcase from the cab I was picked up at the airport in. I led him towards the elevator of my apartment building. “And then, I’m the last to find out you’re not only in Annalise’s class but that you’re one of the Keating Five.”

Once he wheeled my suitcase in, I pressed the button with my floor number on. Afterwards, I turned to my brother and glared at him. I was not actually angry at him, but I was slightly offended he didn’t keep me in the loop, and I was not about to let him live it down. 

“What do you think people will assume when they find out my sister is one of Annalise’s associates?” He reasoned, wheeling my suitcase out once the elevator doors opened back up. I led him to my apartment door and rummaged through my bag before fishing out my key. 

“Point taken,” I sighed, opening the door so Wes could take my bag in. I followed him inside and showed him where to put it down. “But I’m not involved in who Annalise chooses for her clinic. Only Bonnie and Frank are. It would have been nice to know.”

He sighed, putting my suitcase down on my sofa just as I had told him to. Since our mom died, I became really protective of my relationship with Wes, especially when we got separated. I hated being kept in the dark when it came to his life, and he knew this.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “No more secrets from now on... I promise.”

I smiled, satisfied with his vow. Briefly after, he and I made our way out and down to where the courthouse was, which was mere walking distance away. Annalise was in the middle of a new case. 

Frank was responsible for catching me up in-person, which I had been excited and eager for simultaneously. Ever since Bonnie told me about his reputation, I felt conflicted about my feelings towards him. Nonetheless, I still missed his company: his calloused hands and covert flirting.

Wes and I walked into the courtroom together but broke off. He headed to where the other four students, of the Keating Five, stood, whilst I approached Frank. Once he noticed me walking towards him, he slowly began to smirk.

“You’re back.”

“I did promise, remember?” 

“Yes, you did,” he replied, pulling me close for a quick hug. After pulling away, he led me down the corridor, assumably to the boardroom where Annalise and Bonnie were. “Now let me hold up my end of the deal... Tomorrow night, dinner at my uncle’s restaurant. Sound good?”

“Why don’t we focus on our jobs first, hotshot,” I smirked, reaching out and snatching the files he held in his hands. 

“You never told me puppy was your brother,” he said, nodding towards where my brother stood. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Since Wes took his adoptive parents’ last name, most people would never know he and I are siblings if we didn’t explicitly tell them. “A little investigation and I found out Wes Gibbons was actually Christophe Edmonds.”

I finally looked up from the files and stared at Frank, dumbfounded. When Wes’ adoptive family renamed him, I had to go along with it, so I could stay in contact with him. I, on the other hand, kept my name. First and last.

“Frank,” I warned, concerned about what he did with this information. It was less surprising that he found this out, as Annalise typically left him to do background checks on our clients and students. “Were you the one who picked my brother?”

Bonnie and Frank were both able to chose one student each every year. The other respective members were decided at Annalise’s discretion. 

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. My brother specifically kept me in the dark so he could be chosen on his own merits. I couldn’t imagine his disappointment if he found out Frank chose him because just to appease me. “Hey, he’s a good kid. Even Annalise told me she liked him. The fact that his sister’s the hottest girl in Philly is just... an added bonus.”

“Frank.”

I jumped at the sound of Annalise’s voice. Frank looked up as I turned around to face her. She marched over with her classic briefcase in her hand. Looking between Frank and me, she maintained an unamused expression.

“Keep it in your pants,” she muttered at Frank, prompting me to fight the urge to laugh at his sheepish reaction. Annalise turned to me and noted the files in my hand. “Y/n, it’s good to have you back... I trust you caught yourself up on the case, while Frank was busy flirting.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered, handing her the manilla folder, satisfied with the amount of information I had gathered. 

He and I followed Annalise down to the students. 

“Listen up,” she called out. “The prosecution’s rested, so the next witness to take the stand will be Max’s daughter. I need someone to write up the prep questions.”

A brunette, standing behind two of the students, pushed through. With her notebook clutched in her hands, she spoke up before any of the other four could.

“I’ll do it,” she volunteered.

“Frank’s girl,” Annalise muttered. I cocked an eyebrow and glance at Bonnie, who offered an apologetic nod. It was no wonder she refused to tell me who she or Frank chose for the Keating Five. Even after I nagged her about it for a week over the phone. “Have it on my desk by midnight.”

After Annalise dismissed the students, Bonnie, Frank and I were also evident for the day. The students went with Bonnie back to the office while I headed for the doors so I could go home. 

Not only was I fatigued from jet lag, but I was not in the mood to talk to Frank, let alone discuss having dinner with him anytime soon.

The only upside to this revelation was that Wes hadn’t gotten chosen simply because I work for Annalise.

“Y/n,” he called out, racing towards me as I sped out the doors of the courthouse. Just as I was about to begin sprinting, Frank jogged and got in front of me, obstructing me from going any further. “Hey... So when did you want to grab dinner?”

“Why don’t you ask Laurel Castillo?” I sneered.

“Y/n, c’mon... It’s not what you thinl.”

“Oh, no?” I said incredulously. “You lied about picking my brother because you knew damn well that if you told me who actually picked, I would have punched that stupid smirk off your face. Take her to dinner, because I don’t even wanna look at you.”

I half-expected he would do that. Annalise had mentioned to me that Frank typically chose based on who he wanted to sleep with. What upset me the most was that he lied to me. I didn’t like being treated like another stupid young girl Frank wanted to get in bed. 

I thought he had more respect for me than that.

“It wasn’t like that,” he repeated louder, gripping my forearm to keep me from walking away. I glared at him. At that point, he was insulting my intelligence.

“Then why’d you pick her, huh?... Which college did she go to? What was her GPA? What made her stand out from the rest of Annalise’s students?... Was it her work ethic?... her ambition?... or her ass?”

Frank flinched as my voice grew louder and louder to the point where I was just screaming at him. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time he had heard me raise my voice. This was, however, the first time my yelling was directed at him.

“Bonnie was right, I should have never trusted you,” I spat angrily. I regretted ever kissing him, and ever humouring his flirting. Especially now that there would be no way of avoiding him since we work together. “Maybe you get a kick out of sleeping with every girl Annalise brings into the clinic, but I don’t want anything to do with you. From now on, we're colleagues... Nothing more.”

I shook my hand free from his grasp and walked to my apartment.

****

It had been over a month and a half since my fight with Frank. Following that day, I made it a point not to speak to him. However, that didn’t seem to stop him from relentlessly trying to get me to forgive him, let alone say something to him. Annalise eventually noticed that I was avoiding Frank and made me vow not to let it affect my work as her paralegal.

It was the night of Middleton’s traditional bonfire shindig when Annalise asked me to go to her home and pick up some files from a past case. I had told her I already had them with me, to avoid her badgering me further about it. On my way there, I received a phone call from my brother. 

“Remember, when I promised no more secrets?”

That was one way to greet me over the phone. Instinctively, I checked over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening in on my conversation. My brother sounded even more ominous than he did typically.

“Yeah,” I replied hesitantly. 

“I may have been keeping a big one from you.”

In our brief phone conversation, he hastily explained the situation at hand. Wes had to keep it short to keep the call from being traceable, so I tried my best to follow along.

“You’re saying Annalise’s husband killed Lila? Sam-mother-fucking-Keating?!”

Before Wes could respond, he had to hang up, prompting me to go from walking to Annalise’s office to sprinting there. 

By the time I reached her home, Sam was unconscious on the ground and all five of Annalise’s students, as well as Rebecca, were standing around panicking. I was not being paid enough to deal with this. 

“Y/n?” Michaela’s expression froze in terror. Connor shoved Wes, as the rest of them began to panic even more. I slowly walked in.

“You called your sister?!” Asher shrieked.

As the six of them began talking over each other, each voice sounding all the more panicked and afraid than the other. I sighed. As much as this was unchartered territory for me as well, I had to take some initiative. I was the oldest and most experienced of those who still conscious in the room.

“We need to come up with a cover story,” I said.

“Are you insane?!” Michaela cried, sitting on the couch and placing her head in her hands. It was fair of her to say that. But with what I just walked into, it was either come up with a cover story of fess up.

“She’s right,” Rebecca spoke up, standing up from where she sat.

“You can’t be serious,” Connor scoffed.

“Sam’s dead, because of all six of us,” Rebecca shouted, sending chills down my spine. I expected to walk in on something out of pocket and dangerous, but a murder scene was not it. “-and maybe that’s okay. He killed Lila, and he was gonna let me go down for it. It’s-”

Rebecca’s rant was cut off short by the sound of someone choking. We all turned around, only to see Sam very much conscious, sitting on top of my brother with his hands clutched around his neck. I let out a scream, and Michaela called for someone to get Sam off Wes.

We were delayed in responding, too overcome by fear and shock to act instantly. When we finally did begin moving, I followed my first instinct- to protect my baby brother. 

Hearing him choke. Watching him struggle to stay alive. It felt all too familiar. It had too much resemblance to the day I found my mother’s corpse in the kitchen of our home. That was a catalyst for Wes growing up away from me. I was not about to stand by and let him be taken from me. 

Not again.

I grabbed the first thing I could find, which ended up being a trophy. Sam stared down at my brother with cold-blooded fury in his eyes. He didn’t hear me approaching him. When I struck the back of his head, he had no idea what was coming.

And just like that, blood splattered over Wes’ face and across the hem of my dress. I dropped the trophy, and Sam fell down with it. Blood began oozing out of his skull, as Wes stood up and pulled me aside, hugging my torso tightly, just as he did in moments of crisis.

“He’s dead,” Michaela sunk to the floor in the corner of the room. She began repeating what she said over and over to herself through sobs and wails. 

“Go,” Wes whispered to me.

“W-what?” I spluttered, still trying to recover from the shock and trauma of what I had just done. “I can’t leave you here... I-I just-”

“I’ve got you,” Wes whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead. I was his big sister, yet he was the one willing to carry the burden of my mistake. “I won’t let anything happen to you, just go. We’ll figure something out.”

The rest of the students were distraught, and subsequently to distracted to notice me flee the scene. I knew I was going to do everything in my power to help them, but for then all I could do was listen to my brother. As I held my coat closed, to hide the blood splattered over my dress, I made my way down the pavement.

I tried to amble. Not too slow to draw attention, but just enough to conceal how freaked out I was. I felt a vibration from my pocket. After checking to make sure my hands were clean, I opened my phone only to see notifications of 23 unread text messages and 10 missed calls—all from Frank.

I looked up and realised his apartment wasn’t too far from where I was, so I decided to head there. In an attempt to draw attention away from me, I went through his text messages- starting from the one he sent most recently.

“Y/n please just come over and I’ll explain everything. I’m an idiot.

Sent 30mins ago”

Once I got to his door, I put my phone away. I knocked twice, just loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud as to alarm any nearby residents. I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one had followed me or was in a position to be able to hear me.

Thankfully, Frank opened the door quickly. I had been avoiding him for so long, it surprised me how he looked. His eyes were slightly puffy and red. He hadn’t shaved in a while. His hair was rugged and messy, as opposed to slicked back like normal. He seemed surprised to see me. Before he could say my name, I began sobbing violently.

“I-I did something,” I cried. “Something really really bad and... and I don’t know what to do, I-I don’t-”

Frank pulled me into his apartment, closing the door behind me and locking it. All of his blinds were completed and windows shut. He clearly had a hunch as to what I was about to confide in him about because he knew exactly what to do.

He led me to his couch, and we both sat down.

“I-I... I killed Sam,” I confessed in a hushed whisper. I slowly opened my coat to show him the blood splatter on my dress. He didn’t even flinch. I knew about his history, but I never expected it provide me with so much comfort as it did at that moment. “H-He was gonna strangle Wes, and I-I didn’t know what I was doing until I did it.”

As I continued to explain what had happened, in a blubbering nonsensical mess, I felt myself spiral out of control.

“The o-others are still there... W-Wes said he would handle it but I... I’m so scared of what's gonna happen,” I had gone from sobbing to wailing. I began empathising with Michaela and how distraught she was immediately after I killed Sam. “If he takes the fall for me, h-he’ll... Sam’s a wealthy white man, t-they’re not gonna have mercy on me o-or my brother. And it’s all my fault... I-I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m gonna get you a change of clothes,” he explained, gripping my hand tightly in his. Before, the feeling of his calloused hands in mine had only ever been associated with our flirty relationship. That night, those hands became my safe haven; the only thing keeping me grounded and making me feel safe. 

“I’ll get you and Wes an alibi that you’ll both have to remember. We’ll go over your cover story until you have it memorised. You can stay here for the night. I’ll call the others, and... I’ll call Annalise and stall her and... I’ll go back later tonight to make sure the scene is cleaned, and the body is gone.”

“Okay,” I nodded. 

Despite our previous conversation being our fight, I trusted him; I did so with my whole being. Not only did he come up with a solution at a rapid speed, but I knew Frank’s loyalty. I knew he was giving me his word when he explained how he would help me. I knew he would follow through for me.

“Look at me,” he said, caressing my cheek to keep me from shaking even more than I already was. I forced myself to meet his gaze, and I was grateful for it. “Remember what I said before?- I’m not letting anything happen to you, okay? They’re gonna arrest me before they even think of touching you or Wes, I promise... You trust me?”

I nodded furiously, before sighing heavily, letting out a cry as I did so. Frank wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let go until I pulled away first. Once he did, he got me to get changed into a pair of his old shirts and sweatpants. Then, he gave me the leftovers from his dinner to eat while he made a few phone calls. Though I wondered who he was calling, and how he had so many contacts that could help him fabricate an alibi for me- I didn’t question it.

I needed his help, and Frank was doing everything to protect me. That was more than enough of an explanation for me. 

At least it was, for now.

“Here’s the story,” he began, after hanging up his phone. I placed the plate of spaghetti he gave me down on his coffee table, and I listened intently. “You were at the bonfire, when I texted you to come over. Luckily, you have dozens of messages from me. You then spent the night here before leaving tomorrow morning for the hearing, with me... I’ve already call the others. They’ll be ok.”

I nodded, repeating the story to myself until it was etched in my memory. Frank took my empty plate and headed towards his kitchen. It was only a matter of time before he would have to leave to clean the murder scene, and to make check up on the others.

I glanced over at him. He began washing my plate along with his other dishes. I got up from the couch and sauntered towards him. Before he could realise I was behind him, I snaked my arms his waist and rested my chin on the crook of his neck. I could feel his breath hitch. With damp hands from the soap water, he held my arms.

“Thank you,” I murmured. 

Frank turned around to face me. He placed his hands on the sides of my face and kissed my temple fervently. I smiled, lifting my head up only to see him smiling as he gazed down at me. He pulled me closer to him until our lips collided. His hands were damp, but I couldn’t care less. 

Bonnie was wrong in claiming that Frank couldn’t be trusted.

I couldn’t think of anyone who would do what he did for me that night; who would help me establish an alibi and hide the corpse of the man I killed. In hindsight, there was no one I could imagine confiding in but him. No other person whose embrace could make me feel as safe as I did in Frank’s arms. No one I could imagine trusting with the darkest of my mistakes but Frank Delfino.

There was no one I trusted more.

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Flirt- Frank Delfino

Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader

Characters: Frank Delfino

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 501

Author: Charlotte

It had been a dream to work for Annalise Keating, in the hopes that it would be the first step towards a successful career in law. Even if she was strict and had high standards along with the other students working for her being amazing competitors, you were enjoying your time there and felt accomplished to be making so much progress towards your future. Everything would have been going great in law school and in your placement if it wasn’t for Frank. There wasn’t much you could do about him. He worked for Annalise and was a trusted advisor of hers, but everyone quickly knew that he was a bit of a flirt and for some reason had set his sights on you.

Everyday that you spent in the office working, he would make sure to show you the most attention and would shamelessly flirt with you. You couldn’t deny that he was an attractive man and if your career and studies didn’t rely on this placement, you may have accepted his flirtation but seen as it did, you couldn’t let yourself fall for him. You tried to politely turn him down, but he didn’t care about it and would continue to flirt until you fell silent and tried to get to work.

A tough case had come up in the office, so you and the five other students had more work than you’d ever had to do on top of your normal studies. You were at the office until late in the night and some nights you had to give in to a large cup of coffee and a few strong mints to make you ready for the next day to make up for the lack of sleep and shower. It was another night where you were forced to stay up late in the office and although you had assumed you were alone, Frank soon made himself known and begun to flirt with you even though you tried your best to just focus on work.

He was resilient and sat upon the desk you were working at and wasn’t taking no for an answer. It all became too much. Your hands slammed onto the desk as you forced your way out of your seat, raising yourself to your feet.

“Stop it! I am so fucking overwhelmed with this case and upcoming exams, I can barely think straight any more. I don’t bloody need to try and figure out if you’re flirting with me sincerely or if you just see me as another student for you to fuck.”

Before you were able to say anything else, Frank had leaned in and encapsulated your lips with his. You were thrown for a second before for you pushed him away.

“What the hell-“

You were cut off again by his lips and this time you could feel yourself melting into him.

“You’re not just another student I want to fuck,” he whispered into your ears. “You’re the only student I’d like to fuck.”

#Flirt #Frank Delfino #Frank Delfino Imagine #Frank Delfino One Shot #How To Get Away With Murder #How To Get Away With Murder Imagine #How To Get Away With Murder One Shot #HTGAWM #HTGAWM Imagine #HTGAWM One Shot #Charlotte

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Homecoming - Chapter Five

(Gif’s not my own.)

Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.

Genres: Romance, drama.

Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).

Notes:

It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.

This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.

English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.

Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies.

Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.

Finally: This will be a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.

Chapter Five starts after the cut. (Chapter Four can be found here.) Let me know if you wish to be tagged in future chapters or if you wish to be removed from the tag list.

A/N: I am aware of the neutral, perhaps positive, portrait of the police I painted in this chapter. I am fully conscious of the recent (and not so recent) instances of police brutality happening all around the world, many – if not most – of them motivated by racism and other despicable ideologies. With this chapter, I did NOT mean to express support for the police forces. I simply had this ‘plot’ idea come to my mind and decided to write it. There is no ulterior motive.

While all my personal experiences with the police have been positive, I am aware that my ethnicity gives me privilege and that many people are not as lucky as I am. This both angers and saddens me. It has to change.

Black lives matter. Minority lives matter.

Chapter 5

Chapter warnings: Cockwarming, irresponsible driving (kind of), car accident (not serious), police (but no police violence), very mild violence, language (perhaps a little bit worse than in previous chapters but nothing you don’t hear in real life, I guess), mentions of mysogyny.

Ada yawned with Sy quickly following suit. “You can drive my car if you want, Sy. It’s not that new anymore, you know.” She offered, gracing him with the most angelic smile she could muster. It was the first time she was granting him the opportunity to drive her car.

Sy laughed next to her, his left hand moving over the center console to rub her thigh. He had that stupid grin again, that looking endearing with his current droopy eyes. “It’s your car, darlin’. Besides, you’d kill me if I ever so much as got a scratch on it.” He chuckled, suppressing another yawn. “And I know you’re only offering because you want to sleep.”

His wife gasped, a look of mocking offense on her features. “They’re your nephews!”

“But you were the one who said yes,” Sy countered, his eyes closing again as he made himself more comfortable on the car seat. The drive home was only about one hour and a half, but it was the perfect length for a nap.

“What the fuck was I supposed to say, huh?” Ada laughed, gesticulating wildly as was her habit. “Yes, Joshua, I understand you’re taking my pregnant sister-in-law to the hospital. No, I will not look after your kids for the night. It’s our date night.”

Next to her, Sy grimaced. She did have a point, even if he had been looking forward to going bowling with her: Ada was a sore loser which always ended with lots of fun for him. At least, his sister and the baby were okay. Just a normal case of Braxton Hicks, apparently, whatever that was supposed to mean. Perhaps it was good thing Ada didn’t want children because he’d freak out if she started having contractions four months in. “You fell asleep on Luke’s bed at one in the morning when you tried to get him to sleep for the third time and I had to spend the whole night entertaining them with tea parties because they wouldn’t tire!”

“Hey! That’s not cool!” She protested accusatorily, her eyes on the road as she switched lanes to take the next exit. “I didn’t know you couldn’t give kids sugar after a certain hour!”

Sy huffed, shaking his head. They’d had the great idea to bring donuts because according to his dear wife, sugar always made you feel better when you was anxious or down, and the kids had been aware something was off with their mom. “We suck at this parenting thing.”

“You don’t say!” Ada laughed, before loudly cursing at driver who’d just cut her off, something which never failed to make Sy smile. “The nap’s going to feel heavenly once we’re home.”

Sy hummed in agreement, his head falling back against the headrest as he drifted off, hiding his eyes from the sun with his cap. Ada glanced sideways at him, shaking her head. Part of her wanted to shake him awake. If she had to suffer, so did he. But he was right, she had slept more than him and he looked too peaceful to disturb, especially with some leftover glitter still on his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a mild thump and the car stuttered before stopping, startling Ada who jumped on her seat.

"Shit!" She cursed. "Did I just...?" She began to panic, her eyes moving to the red car in front of them, too close. She had bumped it while she had been distracted by her husband’s stupid, sleepy face!

"Yes, yes you did," Sy laughed next to her. Ada was a good driver and she loved driving, but she was easily distracted and Sy never failed to tease her about it. This time, however, he could tell she was scared from the way her chest was heaving with her shallow breaths. "Want me to deal with it, darlin'?" He offered, tilting his head at the other driver who had just come out of the red, broken-down car.

"No!" Ada protested all too quickly, taking off her seatbelt and grabbing the necessary documents from the glovebox, accidentally hitting his knees in the process. "I am an independent woman who don't need no help," she muttered, trying to convince herself of her own statement. In the eight years since she’d had her gotten her licence, she had never given any of her cars a single scratch, let alone gotten into an accident.

Sy grinned at her antics but tried to hide his amusement, not wanting to make it worse. "All right. I'm here in case you need me, okay?" With a determined nod in his direction, Ada stepped out of the car and attempted to summon the Annalise Keating or the Olivia Pope inside her, whichever she could find in herself.

The man from the red car, who seemed to be in his early forties and balding, was already inspecting his vehicle for damage – looking mighty pissed as he did so. Ada approached the impact point from the other side, noticing the bump on the man’s old car. It didn't look too bad, she sighed with relief. Her own car barely had anything. Ha! She would have to use this as an argument next time Sy and her started discussing cars. Her black Citroën DS5 was sturdy and not just fancy looking, unlike what he said.

"Hello, sir," she said calmly, the man instantly looking up at her. Damn! He really looked furious, seething even. "I am so sorry for this. I was a little distracted- Anyway, it doesn't matter. My insurance will cover whatever repairs your car may require."

"You stupid little bitch!" The man shouted, out of the blue.

Ada gasped, backtracking. The muscles in her jaw twitched. What the fuck was wrong with him? "I understand your anger, but there's no-"

"What were you even doing behind that wheel?" He snarled, gesturing at her car, her baby. "Who the hell lets women like you drive cars like that?!” The man cursed, aggressively waving his hand in the air.

She just stood there, still in shock. Did... did he just bring misogyny into a fender bender situation?! "Women like me?!" She repeated, quite stunned.

"Aye! Bitches like you have no business driving-”

Ada flinched at the man’s words. He was starting to breech the distance between them, moving too close to her. Ada jumped again when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder before realizing it belonged to Sy and letting herself exhale slowly. Thank God he didn’t listen to her and stayed in the car!

"I get that you’re pissed, but that's no way to talk to a lady. You should to apologize," Sy told the man, making it sound very much like an order and very little like a suggestion. The driver huffed before coming closer, his face about as red as the car as when he started laughing. Ada instinctively hid under Sy's arm, though she aware of the ridicule of the whole situation.

"That's your whore? You let your whore drive your car?!"

Okay, this was going too far. It left her lips before she could help it, "that's my own goddamn car, you wanker!". Maybe it was time to stop borrowing insults from Tom.

Ada could almost hear how his jaw clenched when she felt Sy's whole body tense up against hers. "Call her a whore one more time and you're gonna wish she had run you over instead."

This was escalating. Ada bit her lower lip. She was going to have to be the bigger person here. "Look, I'll just go grab my phone from the car and call the police. They'll deal with this." Ada announced, dislodging herself from Sy’s grip before turning around to get to her car.

Her hand had just wrapped around the car door handle when there was a clouting noise, quickly followed by a loud thump, this time. Ada immediately turned around at the sound. The angry driver was out cold on the ground, blood rushing out of his nose and forehead, with Sy looking down at him, the same blood tainting his fist.

"Oh shit!"

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A lanky guy, smelling heavily of pot, was thrown inside the almost full holding cell by the same officer who had arrested him. Sy was amused at the sight until the guy, after a full survey of the room, started walking him up to him before sitting down on the bench far too close for his liking.

Exhaling through his nose, Sy tried ignoring the smell and closed his eyes again. He didn’t expect the nap he had been looking forward to, to be in a stinky cell with stinky men but it would have to make do. At least, after the man sitting closest to the entrance had commented on the leftover pink glitter that still shone in Sy’s beard, nobody had bothered him anymore – not after he quite literally made the man piss himself with just one stare. That man wouldn’t have survived a single day in Baqubah.

"It's cramped in here," the new guy commented nonchalantly though his eyes were fixed on Sy. Out of politeness - damn Ada and her insistence on good manners! - Sy acknowledged his useless statement with a noncommittal hum.

"Name's Ben, by the way," he said, stretching out of his hand but Sy didn’t move a muscle. What was it in his current posture - crossed arms and spread legs - that made him appear friendly enough for a chat, he wondered, rolling his eyes behind his closed eyelids.

"And you are...?"

Sy groaned out loud time. "Not interested."

Ben didn’t get the hint and proceeded to ramble off about how he got caught selling pot near the university. Sy was actively working on drowning out his voice when the sound of fast and angry clicking heels on the concrete floor caught his attention. He smiled. Ada. Apparently, she hadn’t changed and was still dressed for date night, wearing a dress and stilettos, even though they had only meant to go bowling and eat at a steakhouse.

Somehow, everyone in the holding cell must have been intrigued by the same sound because all conversation suddenly stopped, the men all hoping to eavesdrop.

"I am here for Syverson. I wish to talk to him."

"Ma'am, I apologize but we are not allowed to let him out of his cell."

"Not a problem. Just give me the keys and I'll let him out myself!"

Every person in the holding cell laugh with Sy grinning quietly, amused at how she sounded distinctively more foreign when she was mad. He was used to her accent in more intimate settings, but he was enjoying the sound of it during her current outburst which was followed by an uninterrupted string of curse words and insults alike, all coming from her delicate mouth. First, in English, then French. Spanish. Portuguese. Italian. Sy frowned at the last one, he didn’t recognize it. Was it German? He'd have to ask her.

"What a woman, huh," the guy next to him deadpanned, still not giving up on a conversation.

Silence fell again as everyone attempted to listen to the rest. “I swear to God I’ll hang your heads up in my living room if –“

Sy only huffed, leaning back against the cold wall. "You can't even begin to imagine."

"You know her?" The pothead quipped up.

"Yeah," Sy replied. "She’s my wife." He said it loud enough to make sure everyone was able to hear it.

“Oh,” came the nasal voice next to him just as they heard heavy, resigned footsteps become louder.

A different policeman stopped just behind the door, a colleague just behind him as he fished out the right key from his pocket. “Syverson,” he called out loudly. “There’s a woman here for you.”

Sy got up at once, unable to hide his smug smirk. Ada always got her way.

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“What the fuck were you thinking, Sy?!” His wife blurted out as soon as she was let inside the interview room, the young officer locking the door from the outside. Then, turning around, she caught sight of her husband handcuffed to the table and her shoulders instantly slacked, her anger vanishing almost instantly. “What you did was disproportionate,” she sighed, her voice calmer as she took a seat in front of him, the cold iron table separating them.

"He called you a whore, I just punched him!" Sy protested, leaning back on the chair. "My response was disproportionate - disproportionately small."

"You knocked him out cold!" Ada reminded him, her voice pitching higher than usual but the only response she got from Sy was a smug grin. "He might press charges, you know. It's battery."

Sy rolled his eyes, sitting up straight. "He’s an asshole."

Now, it was her turn to roll her eyes although she knew he hated it when she did that. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm down. Sy was looking entirely unbothered, but she was freaking out at the situation. "I'll try to convince him not to press charges and offer to cover the medical bill on top of the car repairs in return."

"Medical bill?" Sy asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"Yes. After the police took you into custody, he was brought to the hospital. From what I heard, he has a broken nose, needed stitches on his forehead and got a concussion." Sy only huffed with a smirk. "This is not funny, Syverson!"

"It wasn't funny when he called you a whore either," Sy countered. He was right. It was also very pleasant to see that dickhead in pain, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

"Look, my friend, Gale, who's a lawyer, is on her way. I'll get you out of here tonight. He’ll either agree to drop the charges or I’ll bail you out."

The corners of his lips twitched. He moved his hands as much as the chain allowed, to grab hers and squeeze them in his large ones. "Are you worried about me, darlin'?"

What a teasing little shit he could be! Of course, she was worried about him! He was in a cell! Feigning innocence, Ada smiled, running her thumbs over the back of his hands. "I am not. However, seeing what you did to that prick just got me really horny and I would like to have you back in my bed tonight," she whispered, watching as her husband’s smug grin slowly disappeared as she got up and grabbed her purse, heading to the door.

"You better get me out of here quickly!" Sy called after her.

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He was returned to the holding cell, the officer uncuffing his wrists again once the bars closed behind him. There were two new faces, but he also recognized that at least three men had left already. Unfortunately, pothead was still there.

“I saved you your spot,” Ben smiled wildly, gesturing at the vacant portion of the bench next to him. “The guy in the red shirt was going to sit here but I told him it was occupied.”

Sy merely hummed, taking the seat that had so generously been saved for him. Hopefully Ada would get him out quickly because he didn’t know how much longer he could deal with his chatty neighbour.

“Was she mad?” Ben asked, whispering loudly and defeating the entire purpose of a whisper in the first place. “Did she yell at you?”

Despite his closed eyes, Sy could feel Ben’s stare on him as he awaited an answer. “No.”

Ben nodded thoughtfully, shaking the uneven bench as he did so. “If we go to prison, I want to share a cell with you.”

If Ada didn’t get him out of there quickly, he was soon going to get charged for battery again.

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Sy stood by the counter, his attention on the ugly Christmas decorations he hadn’t noticed when they brought him in hours earlier. Somehow, he had managed to forget all about it. And fuck, he still needed to get Ada a present!  

“Here are your things,” the young officer told him as he slid over a transparent plastic bag.

With a curt nod, Sy ripped it open and fetched his wedding band first, before looking for his wallet and belt. He was already heading to the door when he turned around at the last minute. “Did Mrs. Syverson post my bail?”

“No, the charges were dropped.”

Huffing with amusement and a hint of pride, Sy zipped up his coat and headed to the front door. He swiftly descended the stairs in front of the precinct, his face illuminating at the sight of her. She was still wearing the black dress and the fancy shoes, her makeup now lightly smudged around her eyes.

As soon as he was close enough, his hands moved to Ada's waist and he leaned down to kiss her, only for her to pull away at his touch. "Not so fast, big guy," she teased, a glint in her eyes as she grabbed something out of her coat pocket he couldn't yet identify. "You're still in trouble."

Sy threw back his head, his laugh booming through the night sky as he finally saw what she was holding up in front of him. Handcuffs, and not the fluffy ones either.

"Now gimme your hands," Ada demanded, making him cock his brow at her authoritative tone.

With a chuckle he obeyed, presenting her his hands. "Yes, ma'am."

Sy watched keenly as she fumbled with the cuffs to get them around his wrists, and then seized the right opportunity to take the upper hand, easily taking the cuffs away from her small hands.

With a shriek, Ada found herself bent over the black hood of her own car, her cheek pressed up against the slick surface and her husband's body pressed up against hers. She could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke. "Mrs. Syverson, you're under arrest for unlawful teasing back in the questioning room." Ada scoffed, the sound weakened by his heavy weight on top of her. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you do say can and will be held against you in-"

"Your dick!" Ada suddenly blurted out, a little too loud given where they were, and Sy immediately stopped, clearly surprised, but she quickly felt him laugh against her back.

Before she could join him, Sy smacked her ass, effectively silencing her. "Guess I'll have to fuck that attitude out of you," he grunted before pulling away and fastening the cuffs around her wrists.

Ada kept complaining as he carefully dragged her inside the car. Despite her struggling, Sy easily opened the right backdoor and threw her on the backseat, mindful to fasten her seatbelt before closing the door. Her eyes widened and her mouth went agape when Sy sat down behind the steering wheel and proceeded to push back the driver’s seat and readjust all the mirrors.

“Are you shitting me?” She exclaimed, leaning forward on her seat as much as the belt would allow. He was messing up with all her settings and the grin on her face made it very clear that he was doing it all on purpose just to get her riled up.

“Language, darlin’,” he chided, turning on the engine. “Didn’t you ask me to drive earlier, anyway?”

Ada groaned in response, shutting her eyes tightly before opening them again. “You know very well that was-“

Sy didn’t let her finish, the tires squealing on the tar as he sped out of the parking lot all too fast. Ada involuntarily cringed at the noise. “I’ll make you pay for this!”

“We’ll see, kitten. We’ll see.” He was entertaining by her determination even though her eyes were already closing.

As expected, Ada fell asleep within five minutes despite the handcuffs keeping her arms in an uncomfortable position. Her head lolled before it finally came to rest against the window. He watched her though the central mirror, an adoring look in his blue eyes as she sighed contently the very moment she had fallen asleep. While he had managed to rest while in the cell, though not as much as he had hoped, he knew Ada had been up all afternoon trying to sort everything out and get him out. Sy had noticed her exhaustion as soon as she started fumbling with the handcuffs, her movements uncharacteristically clumsy.

He stopped at a junk food drive thru on their way home – night had already fallen and he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. He doubted she had either. Her eyes didn’t even flutter under the bright neon lights and once he parked the car on their driveway and went to carry her inside along with their food, after undoing the cuffs, her body was completely limp in his arms. It was only when he accidentally let her shoulder hit the doorframe as he tried to lead them inside their bedroom, that she woke up again. “Ouch!”

“Sorry,” Sy murmured and kissed her forehead before laying her down on the bed and setting down the bag on the mattress next to her. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air even as he helped her out of her coat and dress, and then the shoes. “Did you get us food?”

“Tenders and fries.”

Within an instant, she had ripped the bag open and was clutching the bucket of chicken to her chest, moaning as soon as she took a bite. He smiled knowingly at her– she had been hungry after all.

Hurriedly, Sy took off his clothes and slid in bed behind his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. They hadn’t slept together the previous night as they babysat the kids and he had missed the feel of her soft body against his. A content hum escaped him as his already partially hard cock nestled against the roundness of her ass.

Ada chuckled at his reaction, the vibrations of her body sending sparks of pleasure to his growing erection. “I have an idea,” she whispered, her voice becoming seductive again as she started rubbing herself against him.

Sy groaned deeply and tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her to still even though he was no longer sure for what he now hungered more; food or his wife. “We’re both hungry and exhausted,” he reasoned with her, his fingers moving some hair away from her neck so that he could kiss her there.

“Let me,” she insisted, a grin audible in her voice. Her hands disappeared under the bedsheets and she slid off her panties before retaking her initial position as the little spoon. Behind her, Sy groaned as her delicate fingers took hold of his cock, giving it a few pumps before guiding him inside her warmth. He muffled a soft moan against neck at the snug feeling of tight her walls, his arm tightening around her again. She let out a quiet gasp at the stretch, it hurt a little despite her still being sufficiently wet from when he had pushed her against the hood of the car. But once he was fully inside, Ada sighed at the pleasure of being again. “Now we can eat.”

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There are two more chapters to go! Next chapter will include Christmas tree decorating. I am running behind on schedule so I cannot guarantee the last chapter will be posted by Christmas but I’ll do my best.

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Distraction (How to Get Away with Murder)

Characters: Teagen Price x fem!reader, Teagen Price x Dom! reader

Summary: Y/N and Teagen have both been under a lot of stress lately and needed diffuse. //EXTREME SMUT WARNING, 18+ ONLY

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You went to 1518 Bar and Grill in hopes of making your problems temporarily disappear. You were one of Professor Keating's students and you and Michaela are constantly trying to one up one another. But competing over something as vigorous as one of the best lawyers in Philly.

Your eyes was starting to twitch and that was definitely not a good sign. Because once your eye starts to twitch, the twitching spreads to my muscles. You walk into the bar and instantly become overwhelmed with the scents of grilled chicken, toasted bread and potato skins.

You were more concerned about the booze but your growling stomach tells your otherwise. You sit at the bar and order an chicken avacodo ranch sandwich. While you wait, you down a few tequila shots. "You know, they say it's not a great idea to drink shots on an empty stomach," a familiar voice chimes.

You look over your shoulder to Teagan Price leaning on the bar with a small smirk on her lips. "Ms. Price, hi, what brings you here?" "Probably the same reason why you're here. To temporarily forget my problems," she says before drinking one of your shots.

"To temporarily forgetting our problems," you say, raising a shot glass. She takes one and collides it with your before you both drink your shots. You lips twist because of the sour, burning taste. "Awe, are you a babe in the drinking game?" She taunts. "I am a babe but not in this game. I'm more of a wine cooler kind of girl," you explain.

"Then why the shots?" You sigh deeply before saying, "Desperate times." Your food finally arrives and the first thing that you go for are the fries. Its always been a routine of yours. Fries first, burger later. You see Teagen reach for one of your fries, and you hold her and presses if against the table.

"There are many things that I can let slide, but stealing fries is not one of them," you taunt. She raises an eye brow at you and you let go of her hand. You try to shake the excited feeling you got from touching her. No, Y/N, she's you're boss's boss. Don't even go there.

While you were lost in your thoughts, she took not one, not two, but four fries. Your mouth falls open in disbelief. She closes your mouth with her forefinger, giving you a chance to inhale her sweet, linger scent of cherries. "I always get what I want, Y/L/N," she says, holding eye contact.

My God, the way your name rolls off her tongue makes the heat flush from your cheeks. "Well so do I," you say before eating a few fries. "So I've heard. You've become a real headache for Michaela," "She's has endless tricks up her sleeve," you say, your eye starting to twitch again.

"That's because she has Annalise whispering into her ear. The fact that you can stand on your own without a mentor is impressive," she explains. A small plays on your lips. "Ah, ah, ah, don't get all cocky on me." "I know when to humble myself and when to strut myself out,"

"Do you now?" "Of course." She steals another fry and you scoot your tray away from her. "Teagen, you are treading on thin ice," you state. "All I'm hearing is all bark and no bite," "Oh I'm sure you've seen plenty of my bites and my barks against Michaela."

"Eh, they're mediocre," she shrugs. "Then mentor me," "What? Uh uh, I've already got enough on my plate between Emmett, the firm, Annalise, and her students." "Wow, seems like you have a lot more problems than I do. Just the thought of midterms make me want to jump off a bridge,"

"Ah, the good old days," "Definitely not good, and surely not old. You are literal embodiment of black don't crack," you compliment. She chuckles and your heart skips a beat when you see her perfect, white smile. You have to get out of there before you do anything you'll regret.

"It seems like you need to take the edge off." Oops, too late. "Why do you think I'm here?" she playfully snaps. "That's not what I meant." You two hold eye contact for a moment and had a small, silent conversation. "After your sandwich,"

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You enter her apartment and look around at the beige, classy theme Teagen has going around. "You like?" "I don't expect anything less from you. I'm surprised you don't have a nude picture for yourself." "That's in my bedroom, where you should be." "Oh so that's how it's going to be?"

"I thought you expected nothing less?" "I'm just saying, it'll be hard to effectively diffuse if you're on top," "I'm not a pillow princess," she says, crossing her arms but you can tell that she was contemplating it. "You are tonight,"

You lift her chin to bring your lips to hers. You pull her closer by her hips and trail your hands up towards the zipper of her dress. You unzipped her dress and she shimmed out of it before reconnecting her lips to yours. You walk her against the counter top and ghosted your hands over the curve of her ass.

You pull away from her lips and began kissing and sucking at her neck. Her soft moans made your pussy throbs but you had to take your time with her. You peppered kiss down her breasts and her stomach. You ghost over her clothed bundle of nerves and heard her whimper.

You smirk against her thighs and drag her underwear down her legs to reveal a beautiful, brown tinted pussy. She gasps when you pull her closer by the back of her thighs. You lick her painfully slow and her legs were already starting to tense.

You roll your tongue into her fold and make sure to hit her clit every time. Her hands found her way to your hair and pushed you closer to her. You plunge your tongue deep into her and drag the tip of your tongue against the top of her wall. You kept this motion going and sucked at her nub.

"Please, Y/N, oh God," she moans. "Patience baby," you say before going in and out of her pussy with your tongue. Her legs were beginning to give out but you didn't stop until her walls walls were convulsing around your tongue. You swallowed and licked every drop of her cum.

"You did amazing." You say before kissing her sensually. She pulls you closer by your belt before unbuckling it and you shove it down your legs. You pull away from her lips to take off your shirt. You push her back into the counter and lift her into your arms so her legs were wrapped around your waist.

You knew you were able to do that because you did a lot of power lifting over the summer. She tugs at your hair and you moan into her mouth. "Where's your bedroom?" "Up the stairs and to the left." She works on your neck as you walk up the stairs with her in your arms.

You chuckle when she nibbles at your ear lobe and when you found out she was right. There was a nude painting of her that sat right above her king sized bed. You pushed her on to the bed and licked up her stomach. "Toys," you say before kissing her. She pulled away from me and turned on her stomach to reach for the drawer.

You admire the view while it lasted and she set a drawer full of vibrators, dildos and strap ons on the bed. As soon as she fully turned around, you plunged two fingers into her and her head went back. Her mouth fell open as you curled your fingers before pumping them out of her. "I'm impressed you have so many toys, baby girl,"

"Oh," she moans. Your fingers went deeper and you rub your nose across her nub, making her entire body jolt forward. You teasingly lick the nub and she yells out in bliss. You look up at her and saw her eyes snapped shut. She was close.

You squeezed her ass and pulled her closer as you absolutely devoured her. She was crying out a lot louder this time. Her legs were kicking and spasming under me until she came. You hum before taking off your underwear and reaching into the drawer for a dildo.

You wrap the belts around your hips and thighs. She positions herself in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for me. "Such a good girl." You line the dildo up with her and slowly push yourself into her. She digs her nails into your back, arching it slightly. Her mouth flies open so you more your hips at a slow pace to start.

She unclips my bra and takes one of your boobs into her mouth. Your back arches again and she yells out. "Move faster, damn it!" You stop, making her whimper out. You reach back into the drawer and grabbed a vibrator.

"Fuck," she says. You rail into her as fast as your hips can take and put the vibrator on the highest setting before applying it to her clit. She pulls away from me and spreads herself out like a starfish. She was practically screaming in my ear, begging for more until her body went rigid.

You slowly pull out of her and she lays there motionless. "You okay?" You ask, brushing her baby hairs from her forehead. "You're really good," she chuckles and eyes were barely staying open. "Why thank you," you tease. "A-alright, it's your turn," "Oh, I know, honey."

You take off the dildo and set it to the side. You take out another dildo and gave it to her. "Put this on." She complied and you slide yourself right onto the dildo. Your eyes flutter close at it fills you up completely. Your body curls when she takes your nipples into her hand and rubs them with the pads of her thumb.

A series of soft moans leaves your lips as you bounce on the dildo. She takes one of your breasts into her mouth and uses her free hand to rub your clit. "Fuck!" Your hands grab the headboard for dear life. You thrusts your hips against her fingers but you completely loose it when she curls her tongue around nipple.

"Damn it, that feels good!" You exclaim. Soon after, your orgasm came. You continued to thrust against the dildo and she went from one breast to the next. Your head fell into her neck until you heard a vibration. "Now you'll know how I felt." She put it on its highest setting and you were screaming at the top of your lungs.

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Morning of, you were the first one up and you felt great. You could only imagine how she feels. You went on for hours until both of your bodies gave out. You looks at her with a small smile and kisses down her neck warmly. She moans and leans into your touch.

*I'll make breakfast, you are pancake or waffle kind of girl," "I'm niether" "What? You don't like pancakes or waffles?" "Look, Y/N, I don't-" "Let me stop you right there. I know exactly what you're going to say. And just know that I understand," You explain.

She turns around to face you and you hold the side of her face. "I'm just glad that you got the chance to get your mind off of things. I'll see my way out," you stand from the bed and picked up your clothes. You were halfway down the stairs until Teagen called after you.

"Y/N, wait," "You don't need to feel bad, Teagen." "I don't, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to dinner?" "You don't have to do that," "Believe me, I want to. Because that was some of that best sex I've ever had," she adds, making you two laugh.

She meets you at the middle of the stairs and adds, "Now about breakfast." Her eyes fall downwards and you smiled, knowing exactly where this was going.

#teagan price #how to get away with murder

[oneshotnewbie]

Annalise is worried. Reader wants to die.

Summary: Some say, violence is a bad thing- the physical pain. Some say, death is a bad thing- the mental pain. However, some do not realize that it is loneliness that destroys your psyche and physical health. Especially if it lasts too long.

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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

How immensely motivated you had been as you devoured the many books and articles, in your free time, in which death was nothing but aesthetic, dignified and painless. According to them, people fall asleep within a few seconds after whispering one last word to their loved one.

How romantic.

You were practically gushing and looking back on your current life as you took a sip of your brown liquor; you were in your mid-twenties, employed in one of the most famous and successful law firms, single and also surrounded by the depression that was engulfing you.

You sat alone in the dark kitchen, downing gallons of hard liquor, surrounded by the many wreckage of your life. Nobody who was happy when you came home in the evening. No one you could talk to privately about whatever was bothering you. Nobody to share your dinner with. Nobody to love you.

But how do change this sad and broken life that seemed so hopeless? After much thought and the drunken state you were in, you made up your mind and got to change it.

You wanted to die. After that, you wouldn´t need love or anyone. Paradise awaited you, you knew it. Everything there was cheerful and bright surrounded by light and color unlike your gray and cold life.

What´s the best way to go about it? In the numerous books that dealt with it, many lay down in the bathtub and bleed to death miserably. But you didn´t want to be in pain, you wanted to spend your last few minutes in peace. Sleeping pills? No, that was a bit too easy. A shot in the head? Would cause too much mess. Hang? That sounded like a true pioneering spirit.

Hang. Like the great dictators and soldiers.

The laptop, normally used for preparing a case before you sank down into a hole, was sitting on the kitchen counter practically prompting you to look up instructions online and painstakingly attempting to tie a hangman´s knot out of a static rope you retrieved from your mountain gear that was laying in the farthest corner of your closet.

The crossbeam attached to the living room ceiling served as a support rod for the end of the cord. Now you only needed the right chair to give your life a final end. Minutes later, you were standing on one of your kitchen chairs, the strap around your neck and your eyes closed. Five, four..

Dangling your right foot off the chair, you felt a slight pull under your chin; you life slowly passing in front of your inner eye, your heart beating and pressing hard against your chest while you took a deep breath. Three, two..

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" shouted a dark and harsh voice and you opened your eyes; almost tipping over the chair under you from shock. You looked at the figure, that was standing in your door in disbelief, stepping briskly out of the shadows and quickly approaching you.

It was no other then Annalise.

"I wanted to kill myself." you brought out stone cold and regretted the decision to sell the truth as a joke that didn´t come across even half that way. "Kill yourself?" she asked horrified and kept hurrying towards you without taking off her mud covered heels or wet coat.

"Yes.." you said meekly and nothing came out of your mouth except a soft whisper. "My 20s have been the loneliest time in my life. I am surrounded by people but not connecting with anyone. Everyone loves someone but my love never seems to get through."

Your professor´s watery, troubled brown eyes pierced your sluggish eyes, that looked straight at her and a horrid sorrow welled up inside you like tormented ice water eating through your limbs on a cold and rainy day. It wrapped itself around your heart with relish and penetrated deep into it, eating it up with an infinite and unquenchable greed.

The aching ice water reached your eyes and spurted out in torrents. The sadness prevailed and the inner pain tore you apart. Your hands clawed at the rope that was still wrapped around your neck, slowly scraping through your thin skin and your foot rose from the chair; hovering in playful, circling motions above the ground, which was much too far away to touch.

"You don´t want to kill yourself, Y/n. You just want to kill something inside of you."

You sobbed and suddenly felt warm and firm hands on your waist; Annalise had managed to slip into your immediate vicinity unnoticed. You didn´t dared to look up, didn´t want to be comforted. You wanted to let the pain out, just cry and end your life. You wanted to die, wanted it to be over so you didn´t have to suffer anymore. "Throw yourself into the sea and you will see yourself fighting to survive."

A hand on your hip disengaged and slid to the orange rope at your neck, fingertips tenderly pushing through and loosening it to invite you to get your head out of the noose. Once done, the brunette hesitantly pulled you towards her before you pressed yourself again her and found yourself in a protective embrace shortly after. You leaned against her chest, needing that support before the last bit of will to live would left you and you would try to put yourself in a situation that would eventually end your life for good.

You couldn´t cope with it all and endure it, couldn´t deal with it. The emptiness and loneliness consumed you and you didn´t want words, no empty promises where Annalise would tell you everything would be fine. You didn´t think so, your life was just an empty shell.

A shell that held nothing. Your soul was broken and destroyed by loneliness.

"Y/n." Annalise only said your name, that´s all it took. Your tears dried up and stopped running freely down your cheeks. But not because the grief had passed or the alcohol had lost it´s effect, but because you were empty. Drained.

Your tears were banished, but the sobs still echoed through the empty apartment.

She seemed to seize the reason for your pain; she knew the feeling of untamed loneliness that had eaten her up and carried her in it´s power. Softly she spoke to you, no solace crossing her vocal cords trying to block out the truth.

"Y/n, there is nothing you can do about it other than hope that one day, someone will love and appreciate you for who you are. Stop destroying your soul because you will destroy yourself if you don´t stop. The loneliness won´t go away just because you want your end."

The attorney swallowed hard and for a second, realization flickered through her. Like ink, hope flooded her veins and momentarily, she thought of the moment you realized that she was the only one bracing to take away your loneliness.

The one who was brave enough to save you from the darkness.

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[shinsorokiri]

UA Idol | Chapter Eight

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,005

Warnings: Language

A/N: Ahhhh here we are at Chapter Eight! I can’t wait to write right more for this I really love it, I wish I knew just how long this was gonna be but honestly I have no idea at this point. We’ll see, but for now, enjoy!!!

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“So, you made it without managing to murder Mina, huh?” Shinsou smirks at you, and you roll your eyes. You’d made it to the airport after him, and you had just gone through security. You and Mina had spotted the rest of the contestants sitting and waiting for the plane to start boarding, and among them was Denki and Shinsou. You plopped down next to your tired friend, rubbing your temples in the process. “I was… genuinely so close, Shin. You… you don’t even understand,” you mumble. His laughter brings a smile to your previously frowning face, and you look over at him. “Well, good thing you didn’t because then I would only have Denki throughout this entire trip and I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know if I could do that.”

“You couldn’t. I was thinking of you, congrats, you saved Mina Ashido’s life.” “Wow, didn’t know I’d grow up to be a hero,” he grins at you and you shake your head with a smile. “That was so cheesy, I’m gonna throw up,” you say, and he shrugs. “I only say cheesy things to the people I like.”

“So… me and Denki?”

“And my mother.”

“Oh wow, I’m in the exclusive club, now aren’t I? Mom, Denki, and kitten?” you ask, giving his arm a light push, using the nickname he oh-so-affectionately calls you all the time. He snorts, glancing over at you and shaking his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are.”

Before you can respond, one of the flight attendants opens the door to the walkway for your plane. Lucky for all the UA Idol contestants, you all were VIPs. Very Important Passengers. Which means, you all got to board first. You and Shinsou are right next to each other, along with Denki and Mina behind you two. “Okay. How long do you think until they realize they’re madly in love and make a move on each other?” Mina whispers to Denki and he scrunches his nose. “I give it… two months. Who do you think will say it first?”

“Shinsou. For sure. And as much as I’d like that two months thing, I think it’ll take at least three. (Y/n)’s a tough nut to crack,” Mina says, and Denki smirks. “Well if she’s so tough, that means she’ll probably crack under pressure, right? She’ll say it first.”

“Well then, Denki Kaminari. Looks like we have ourselves a bet.”

“Looks like we do, Mina Ashido. Also, did you see that one emo girl who never took her headphones out? She’s so fucking pretty.”

“Oh, I know. Personally, I go for the cuter and softer types… like that girl over there, with the black hair and cute face,” Mina subtly motions to the girl she’s talking about and Denki glances. “I respect it, but I wouldn’t pursue it.”  

“Would you two stop talking about your crushes right in front of us? It’s annoying,” Shinsou cuts in, shooting Denki a glare. “Yeah, I preferred your hushed whispers from earlier over the louder lovey-dovey talk,” you add in and Denki and Mina look fake offended. “Excuse me, but I will have you know-”

“Tickets?” Mina gets cut off by the stewardess asking you and Shinsou for your tickets with a big smile. You two hand them over and walk down the hallway to the plane. “I vote we sit far away from them, that way we don’t have to hear about their love lives for these ten hours,” Shinsou says to you and you grin. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You and Shinsou grab your seats, luckily getting on early enough to honestly have your pick. “Let’s get as close to the side door as possible, better chances at surviving if it… well… you know…” Shinsou says, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Hitoshi Shinsou, are you afraid of flying?”

“What? No. No of course not. Nope. Not at all. It’s not like we’re on a metal death trap floating through the air. What would give you that idea?” he says, sinking in his seat. You give him a sympathetic grin. “Well, don’t worry, okay? If you need any comfort at all through the flight, I’m right here. I’ll protect you, sweetheart,” you tease, trying to take his mind off of the ‘metal death trap floating through the air.’ You’re too busy putting your carry on in the compartment above you to notice the blush on his entire body, which he silently thanks whatever god that exists for, and he scoffs, hoping that it disappears. “Thank you, honey. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You laugh, squeezing your way past him to the window seat. He claimed the aisle seat, probably because he didn’t want to look outside and see just how far up the plane is. You glance over at him to see just how nervous he is, and the poor thing is a total wreck. Without thinking, you grab his hand. “Seriously, Shin. I’m not a big fan of airplanes either. But I’m here for you if you need me.”

He glances down at your hand intertwined with his, and he swears his heart skips a beat. For some reason, every time the two of you touch it feels like he’s put at ease while also being zapped with 100 volts. It’s a feeling he could honestly get used to. He looks up at your face, silently noting the light pink dusting your cheeks. “Thanks, (Y/n). I appreciate that.” The two of you sit in silence, never letting go of the others hand, when the stewardess starts her speech. You two both train your attention on her, but your hands are still entwined the whole time.

You pretended to listen to her, but really all you could think about was how perfect Shinsou looked. You could tell he had gotten even less sleep than usual the night before, but he still looked like the most attractive human being on the face of the planet. And the fact that you two were still holding hands? You didn’t know contact with another person could feel so good. What you didn’t realize is that Shinsou was thinking the same exact thing about you the whole time. The stewardess and pilot’s words went right through one ear and out the other for both of you, so hopefully everything on the flight went okay.

You glanced out the window, staring at the runway. A ten-hour flight to Los Angeles sure was going to hit you hard. If you thought you had insomnia before? Wait til you’re thrown into the epicenter of American Entertainment. You see the runway begin to move, and then feel a tight squeeze on your hand. You look over to see Shinsou paler than usual and gripping your hand and his arm rest ridiculously tight. “Take offs and landings are the scariest parts because that’s when things go wrong and crashes happen most often,” he mumbles and you frown, squeezing his hand back. “It’s gonna be okay, Shin,” you assure him, gently rubbing his hand with your thumb. This seems to help him a bit, but he still looks absolutely horrified. The plane begins its ascent, and he closes his eyes tightly. You squeeze his hand in reassurance, which he gladly returns, and before you know it, you’re in the sky. No crash. Not even any turbulence.

“You can open your eyes now, Shin,” you gently say, and he opens one eye, looking over at you. “Ten hours of this. I’m going to die of anxiety if the plane doesn’t nosedive into the ocean itself,” he says, and you snort, shaking your head. “Shinsou, I refuse to let you die. I will distract you this whole flight, and who knows. Maybe you can get some sleep.”

“Wow, my knight in shining armor,” he says, a small smile gracing his worry ridden face. “How about we watch a movie? Take your mind off of what’s happening right now?” you suggest, pulling out your headphones and plugging them into the tv in front of you. Shinsou nods, following your actions. “Hmmm... what do you want to watch?”

“Uh... how about... this. This is actually a tv show, so technically it will be even more distracting. And it will take longer to finish. We might not even finish, actually,” he says, landing on a show called ‘How To Get Away With Murder.’ You grin, nodding your head. “This will do,” you hum, and you two begin at the same time. The show quickly grabs both of your attention, and before you know it you two are deep into the show. You keep muttering theories to each other, sharing shocked looks at the plot twists, and cringing at the romantic scenes.

After about four episodes, you find yourself leaning against Shinsou, paying more attention to his screen than your own. Albeit, your eyes were starting to become way too heavy to even focus on Annalise Keating and the Keating Five. Shinsou notices, and he himself is getting a bit tired, so he pauses the show for both of you. He then wraps his arm around you, solely to get more comfortable. Definitely not because he just... wants to hold you. No. Ew. Gross. Totally not. But his heart does almost jump out of his chest when you snuggle against him. He can’t help the smile from spreading across his face as he rests his head on top of yours. His eyes slowly close, and he drifts off into a deep sleep.

“Holy shit, Mina.”

“Huh? What?”

“Look. They’re sleeping,” Denki whisper screams, frantically pointing at the two of you. “Oh… my god. They are literally perfect for each other,” she practically squeals, and Denki violently nods his head. “This is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen, I need to document this moment,” Denki says, taking a picture of the two of you. “Please send that to me, I need it,” Mina says with a shit eating grin. “Of course, of course,” Denki smiles, immediately sending it to her. “At this rate, maybe they’ll get together sooner than either of us thought?” Denki suggests, and Mina considers it for a moment. “Maybe, but I am telling you, (Y/n) is very… skeptical when it comes to relationships. I know it looks like they’re super flirty and already a couple but if he mentions it too soon then… there’s a good chance she will sprint away from the situation and never talk to him again. Sadly.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I would like for it to happen sooner than later, but Shinsou isn’t the best with emotions. He feels them, and he feels them a lot, but he hates them. So, he pretends he doesn’t feel them and in doing so he ruins every romantic opportunity he ever has,” Denki says and the two of them stare at each other for a moment. Suddenly, they both get smiles on their faces. “Looks like we just need to gently push them together, then, eh?” Mina wiggles her eyebrows and Denki nods. “Oh. One hundred percent.”

“Look at us. Being little matchmakers,” Mina says, winking at Denki. He laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, well, if you don’t match make me too, I’m gonna be pretty upset about it,” he says, and Mina rolls her eyes. “Oh please, trying to find someone who could deal with your hyperactive ass is too much to ask of me.” “Damn, Mina. Hurtful.” “Don’t hate me because I speak the truth. Let’s just focus on Shinsou and (Y/n), okay? Cause let’s be real, you don’t need me to help match you up with someone. Besides, I caught your ‘cute emo girl who never took out her headphones’ staring at you while we were getting settled into our seats.”

“Yeah? Well, I saw your soft girl with the black hair check you out when you put your bag in the overhead.”

And with that, Denki and Mina fist bump.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #hitoshi shinso #my hero academia #mha #bnha shinsou #boku no hero academia #anime #ua idol

[thefanficmonster]

Hello<333 May I request headcanons of Connor walsh when his fem s/o who’s usually kinda mean and a lil distant gets really drunk and accidentally starts telling him how much she really loves him and how she’s just scared of getting attached to him because she’s used to losing ppl she really cares about?:’)

Sure thing dear! Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Connor Walsh x Reader (Female) [How to get away with murder]

Warnings: Minor usage of derogatory terms (bitch), Drinking/Drunkenness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Angst, Drunken Confessions, Romance

In the beginning of the relationship, no one knew why Y/N and Connor were even dating

As time brought him closer to the members of the Keating 5, he started confiding in them little by little about his personal life, more specifically the romance department

There’s always been room for a roll in the hay in Connor’s book, but the romance had been lacking significantly

Until he revealed that there was finally a spark in there somewhere

A spark for a girl who he agreed to be nothing but friends-with-benefits with

And who slowly inched her way into his heart despite what people who don’t know her well enough would think

He didn’t care for a second opinion from anyone because no one had ever seen her the way he has

He’s seen her enthusiasm in the morning when she wakes up to sunny skies

Has been a witness to her melodious humming as she waters her neatly upkept plants

Has rescued her from the aftermath of her own cooking failures

He’s seen and been with her through some of the best, worst and most interesting moments that no one else had the chance to catch a glimpse of

So, regardless of what his friends would say, he’d always defend her

“She sounds like a bitch, why are you even with her?“

He’s heard that one about a hundred times and each time replies to it in a similar fashion that clearly states said line should not be repeated in his presence if the other person doesn’t want to leave the establishment with a bloody mess for a face

Truth is, honest to God, he had no idea why he was with her despite not being with her with her

To put into more accurate terminology: he didn’t know how these feelings came to be nor did he know how to extinguish them

Soon after his confessions, he was slapped across the face with the realization that maybe opening up to the Keating 5 was a bad idea

Mostly due to the fact that they laid a solid but certainly uncalled for one on the girl, Y/N

They told her all the things he’d been biting back behind clenched teeth all this time without even blinking

And if there had ever been a recipe for disaster, it was probably false, because a new one was created that day

After being told what they did - which they did in a manner that made it seem like he should thank them - he didn’t even give himself any time to blow up at them for interfering with something so personal

He simply ran out the door and hopped into his car, trying to call Y/N several times in the process, getting sent to voicemail every time

Tracking her down in person proved to be a lot more simple but also a little bit too late

He found her already on her third drink at a bar they frequented together most nights when they just wanted to not be alone for a drink or two

And man was she not happy to see him

If anything, the alcohol seemed to be working in Connor’s favor because it deluded her anger, throwing it in a mix with genuine hurt and sadness

“Y/N, I’ve never said those things to them! Not like that at least!“

“Right, so they pulled all those detailed accusations straight from their asses, huh? I mean, I know y’all are supposed to be good lawyers, but that’s next level!“

“Y/N-“

“And why did it seem like they thought we were dating? They kept saying crap like you deserve someone better than me. Like, no shit! I get that I’m a cold distant bitch at times, or all the time, but damn! In no scenario do four random strangers have the right to say that to me! One girl even called me a bitch! Is that how you describe me to your friends? Why do you even talk about me in the first place?! Are you worried about your reputation of a conquest man so you wanted to appear as someone who’s settled? Don’t bother, no one’s fucking falling for that but if you decide to do it again, try not to drag my name through the mud, ok?“ Shooting back the remainder of her drink, she continued: “God, and to think I was developing feelings for you! Good thing I didn’t spew ‘em before or I’d feel extra bamboozled right now.“

“You don’t get to say that!“ He’d had enough

He put up with her speech and was ready to put up with anything more she had to throw his way but he couldn’t and didn’t want to put up with it any longer when she brought feelings into the mix

Her confusion left her momentarily speechless, giving him the time to go on his own spiel, “You don’t get to talk to me about feelings when you’ve been neglecting and undermining mine all this time! I try so hard to get you to see that things are no longer the same for me but it either flies above your head or you’re purposefully ignorant to it, and I don’t really care which is it. Your feelings don’t get to be served first when mine arrived first and were belittled every time you chucked the idea of a proper date between us in the trash with no more than a snort of laughter! Where was I supposed to go with all my problems when you were the source of them? I get that what they did was wrong and I’ll make sure to sear it into their heads, but if you wanna hear me say it - here it is: They thought we were dating because I didn’t want to seem as pathetic as being head over heels for someone who saw me as nothing more than an occasional fuck! There!”

Thang God the bar was practically empty, but the bartender who was observing this from the other end of the bar was petrified as well as entertained

The anticipation was palpable in the air as a long silence hung in the air following Connor’s dramatic confession

His eyes spoke volumes of how hurt he was, but they were in no way comparable to Y/N’s when they welled up with tears she tried so hard to suppress

“I didn’t want to risk losing you, Connor.“ She admitted heavy-heartedly, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she finally averted her gaze, “In such a short amount of time you became so important to me....that could only spell out disaster for me. That’s what my life is like. People come and go, I know that’s a basic fact, but I hate losing them. I hate seeing people go. And hell...I never wanna see you go. So the easiest way to never have you leave is never let you in my life fully. Does that make sense?“

It did make sense and on a personal level at that

And no matter how hurt he was, he understood and refused to let her hurt too, especially not without his comfort

So, his arms as if on autopilot, wrapped themselves around her, enveloping her in a familiar embrace she'd dubbed her safe space

"It does make sense, Y/N. It does make sense, but you have to understand that as someone who's always been closing himself off, I know the pain it brings. It may be lesser than the way you'll feel when someone leaves but that is in no way a good way to live. You will never truly be happy. So tell me, please tell me what I have to do for you to let me in? What does it take? No matter what it is, I'll do it cause all I've ever wanted to do is make you happy, see you smile, hear you laugh. That's all I ever want, Y/N. And think about it, why would I ever leave your life if all I wanna do is be a part of it?”

She has never thought she’d get to see this side of Connor

As shallow as she’ll sound for it, she’ll admit she wasn’t even sure he had it in him which is also incredibly hypocritical of her when she too keeps such a large chunk of who she is hidden

She’s taken aback, but the alcohol in her system is not about to let her remain speechless for long, “It’s not always up to you.”

“Which means it’s not up to you either.“ Connor replies, taking her face in his hand, swiping away the tears spilling down her cheeks, “Then why don’t we just do all in our power to be together and hold onto each other even when the world tries to tear us apart?“

His words bring a smile to Y/N’s face, the sun rays through the rain of her tears, “Yeah...why not?”

“Precisely.“

Why not? 

Who knew it was that simple?

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Flawless Part 2

Florian Munteanu x Black Reader

Read Part One here

As soon as you walked in the door of your apartment you made a beeline to your closet. You flew the doors open, walked in and started to search. Within ten minutes you were frustrated and Facetimed your best friend in Atlanta.

“I can’t find anything to wear!” You screamed at her as soon as the call connected.

“First of all, calm down. Wear for what?”

You realize you forgot to tell her the news.

“What?!! With Big Nasty?!!” Now it was her turn to scream.

“Don’t scream. You are going to make me freak out even more.” You were going to cry.

“Girl, have you seen his Instagram post today?”

“No! I don’t need to see it. I just saw him a few minutes ago.” You were starting to panic again. Your friend was not helping.

“Angela you are not helping.”

“Look, your wardrobe is flawless. It’s a mesh between Olivia Pope and Annalise Keating. You have something. Look harder!”

“Angela, the man lives in fuckin track suits for God sakes. What would I have that would go with that?”

“It doesn’t matter ‘cause you will be naked by the end of the night anyway.” Angela laughed.

“You know what…fuck you!” You laughed.

“Not me honey....him.”

“I can’t with you right now. I will call you later.” You ended the call more frazzled. She did not help your situation. You continued to search and finally sighed with relief when you came across an off white off the shoulder large sweater and white trousers. 

(Michele’s Note M/N- Kerry Washington is not my face claim. Just the outfit)

 It will have to do. You looked in your full-length mirror and gazed at your hair that was pulled up in a bun. It would have to be a quick wash and go for this 4C hair tonight. You blew a raspberry as you thought of what you were going to do for the next five and a half hours. It surely would not take you that long to get ready. You decided to have a glass of wine to calm your nerves and stalk his Instagram. You smiled as you gazed at the pic he posted of the day. It was from his workout today. The man had the body of a God. After a few moments of looking at his IG you found yourself squirming on your couch. You closed the app. You found something to busy yourself with around the house until it was time to get ready. You were putting on your makeup when you received a text from a number asking for your address. You assumed it was Florian and you texted him your address.

 See you in a few.

 You smiled at his reply.

 You looked at yourself in your full-length mirror. You looked damn good you thought. You were still self-conscious about your extra pounds, but the sweater had help hidden them.  Your hair had dried just at your shoulders. Your makeup was flawless. You were proud of yourself. You jumped when you heard the hard knock at the door. Damn he knocked like he was the police. You tried to take your time getting to the door, but you knew you probably opened it too fast. You did little to stifle back the gasp that came from your mouth. He had on blue jeans with a black, tight long sleeve shirt on that showed off his physique and his gold cross adorn his neck. He was gorgeous.

“Wow! You look beautiful.” He told you.

Heat rose to your face. “Thank you.”  You said sheepishly.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” You grabbed your keys and small purse off the hall table and followed Florian out to his car. You almost laughed as he had a BMW as well. Well they were popular Germany cars. Florian opened the passenger side for you and you crawled in. After a few moments Florian squeezed in.

“I’m going to take you to one of my favorite restaurants. It is own by this couple who I have known for years. The food is outstanding. Would you like that?”

You nodded yes. You didn’t know if you were able to form a full sentence yet. Florian tried to make conversation with you and you warmed up a little but not much as a lot of your answers were yes or no. You needed wine stat. You both finally pulled up to the quaint restaurant. Florian quickly got out the car and opened your side of the car. He took your hand and helped you out. You chose to ignore the spark you felt when your hand was in his. Florian put his hand at the small of your back as you both walked into the restaurant. You didn’t know if it was who Florian was and his size or your skin color, but the restaurant seems to have gone silent went you both walked in.  The stares made you uncomfortable. Picking up on your emotion Florian wrapped his arm around your waist. You don’t know if that made you feel better or worse.  

“Florian! How good to see you!” and older lady called to him as she walked up hugging him tight. “You must be Y/N. Aren’t you just stunning.” She said genuinely.

“Thank you.” You smiled. You sighed with relief when you both were seated at your table. “Can I have your wine list please.”

“Of course, my dear.”

“Look at me.” Florian demanded when his friend left. Your eyes found his. “Don’t worry about the people in here. It’s just you and me. Sophia and Walter are good people. That’s all you need to worry about. I wouldn’t bring you to a place where you need to worry.”

“I just don’t want no one to come hit me in the back of me head.” You confessed. Florian frowned.

“That’s not going to happen. More importantly you think I would let anything like that happen to you?”

Florian looked at you sternly waiting for your reply.

“No.” You finally answered.

“No, I would not. Let’s enjoy the evening and not worry about the other patrons.” Florian requested and that was what you did. You enjoyed your evening with him. You let him order for you and you were not disappointed in your dish. You enjoyed hearing him speak in German to the waiter as he ordered. You enjoyed the wine you had and most of all you enjoyed his company. You were looser and more talkative on the way home. You found yourself touching him more to emphasize points in your conversations. He made you laugh, and you made him laugh. You did not want the night to end when he pulled up to your apartment. Florian as always, a gentleman opened the door for you and this time took your hand in his massive hand and walked you to your door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight.” You told him once to your door.

“I did as well.” Florian caressed your cheek and the look of passion on Florian’s face caught you off guard. You did not expect to see his eyes ablaze looking at you with pure desire. Florian reached down, cupped your face, angled his head as not to hit your nose and softly kissed your lips. Florian kissed you softly, slowly and gently. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he intensified the kiss. Florian’s tongue found places in your mouth you didn’t even realize you had, and your knees became so weak that you lost your balance. Florian snaked his thick arm around your waist to hold you up without breaking the kiss. You moaned in his mouth as he sucked on your tongue long and slow. You knew you needed to pull away as your knees continued to buckle and he was literally holding you up and you began to feel wetness pool at your center. All this from a kiss? Florian finally pulled away with a low growl and a hazy look in his eyes. He closed his eyes and rest his forehead with yours.

“Damn.” He whispered. “I can smell how wet you are.”

Your head flew back and hit the wall.

“Oh my God!” You screeched with embarrassment.

Florian’s eyes flew open and he grabbed the back of your head as he heard the loud thud of your head hitting the wall.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” You were mortified. “I better go.” You started to move to head up stairs, but Florian would not budge. “Florian, let me go.”

His response was to lean over, and softy kiss you and you instantly calmed down from your embarrassment. Florian kept the kiss light and short this time. He pulled at your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away causing you to shudder. He caressed your cheek smiling down at you and you could not help but smile back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”

“Ok” You replied. You watch him walk to his car and as he drove away you remembered you didn’t have a training session tomorrow. So, he already made plans to see you again. You smiled to yourself as you walked into your apartment.

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hiiI!!! you = amazing. i don't request anything by anyone other than my close friend, let alone not anonymously, but i NEED to request something from you honestly because i just love this blog??? so much??? and may have binged it. ANYWAY laurel castillo x reader (we stan the women of htgawm. wes? can literally jump off a cliff; i hate him so much) (connor's a bean though

Thank you so much for your message and sorry this took me so long to get to!

“Y/N?  Are you okay?” 

You quickly locked the door to the bathroom stall you had rushed into, the verdict still ringing in your ears.  You had been sure you were going to jail and that there was absolutely nothing you or Annalise Keating could do about it.  Not against the kind of family you were up against.

“Yeah, I’m good.  Just..just kind of a long day, I guess.”  You forced out a less-than-convincing chuckle and put your hands on the stall walls on either side of you in an attempt to steady yourself.

“Are you sure?  I don’t mean to rush you, but the longer we wait, the worse the press is going to be and-”

“Yep,” you nodded, wiping the mascara from your cheeks as much as you could, “I’m sorry, you’re right.”

Despite your best attempt to hide the fact that you were completely overwhelmed, you saw the concern on Laurel’s face the second you stepped out of the stall.  She and Connor had been assigned your case initially and you had grown to like them despite what seemed like unrealistic optimism on their parts at the time.  

“Okay, you know what?  We can take a minute.”  Laurel set her bag down on the sink and quickly locked the bathroom door.  “It won’t make much of a difference.”

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be crying right now, it’s just-”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N.  I can’t imagine the kind of pressure you’ve been under in the past few months.  Most people would have cracked long before you did.”

Despite the fact that your eyes were already stinging with the threat of a new wave of tears, you looked over at the brunette and tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“For a law student, you’re really, really nice.”

She laughed and her smile was so mesmerizing that it took you longer than it should have to realize her hand was on top of yours.  

“Come on; let’s get away from the courthouse and I will buy you an incredibly well-deserved drink.” 

At that point, you would have done anything she asked; Laurel had lifted your hands off of the sink counter and intertwined her fingers with yours.  Months of unrelenting stress had worn you down to a point where her holding your hand was enough to make you feel like a person again.  

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My Tales

blocked fics are in the works *

DC ;

Batfam x reader

Come Home 

Come Home pt 2

Court Of Owls AU

Bruce Wayne 

What’re You Waiting For? (platonic)

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Marvel ;

Steve Rogers

You’ll Do Great (Drabble)

Its Always Been You - (poly)

Natasha Romanov

We Used To Be So Close 

Bucky Barnes

Its Always Been You - (poly)

Wanda Maximoff

Stucky x reader

You Need To Let Go (Poly)

She's A Screamer  - part 2 (Poly)

A Warmer Winter (Poly)

Words Kill

Happy Birthday Stevie 

Its Always Been You

Hamilton: An American Musical - Including Originals

Poly!Hamilsquad  

A War Worth Fighting For

Jefferson

Poly!SMFDR

Alexander Hamilton 

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Final Curtain

Sebby 

Generally Speaking 

John Laurens 

This One's Mine

Phillip Hamilton 

Anthony Ramos

Say No to This 

Hercules Mulligan

Consequences 

James Madison

Oak Onaodowan 

Date Night, Special Night

Lafayette

French Revolution

Thomas Jefferson

Shuga Shuga (snippet) 

Shuga Shuga #2

Daveed Diggs

Home Again

George Washington

You’d Won (platonic)

Sons of the Revolution 

Part 2

Chris Jackson

Poly!-- x reader

Broadway (Anthony x reader)

How To Get Away With Murder ;

Annalise Keating

Frank Delfino

First Love?

Wes Gibbons

Conner Walsh

Laurel Castillo 

Supernatural ;

Dean Winchester 

Classic Hunters ID (platonic)

Sam Winchester 

Classic Hunters ID (platonic)

Castiel

Archangels (Michael - Lucifer - Gabriel)

J2 x reader

Story Time! (actor reader)

Oh craaaap (actor reader)

The Walking Dead ;

Negan 

 Monster (Drabble)

Star Wars - ALL

Anakin Skywalker 

I Have Great News

part 2

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Twilight ;

Carlisle Cullen 

 25. I Will Always Love You

8. Can You Hold Me? 

Jasper Cullen

Hunter Intuition (Supernatural Crossover)

Edward Cullen 

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