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icannot3 · 10 months

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"Drunken Mistakes"

Jimmy darling x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, fighting, slight angst (happy ending tho yippee)

Word count: 1.8k

I saw this little sentence prompt that said, "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you." So that's what this is based on.

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Some say that you will never heal by going back to what hurt you.

But seeing Jimmy with a woman pressed tightly against him, his lips ravishing her own in such a fervent way made your heart twist. Despite almost a year passing since you'd separated, you still remained devastated. And him? He seemed to have little to no problem simply moving on, as if you meant nothing. You'd heard the sounds that came from his trailer at night, on at least a biweekly basis. He was sloppy, always drunk, it repulsed you in a way to see what he'd become. But perhaps he'd always been this way, and it was your rose-colored glasses that had prevented you from seeing the truth.

His hands were tenderly holding her by the hips, squeezing the skin there. It was dark; you were walking back to your trailer when you'd seen the two entangled in the open valley. You'd seemingly frozen, unable to move and unable to turn away from the scene. You'd missed him, despite everything. You missed when he held you like that and how sweet he was before his mother's death. Sometimes, the moments of bliss from your relationship made you forget about the malignancy. Often, you would wonder about whether leaving him truly was a mistake. You felt that maybe you were just emotional and acted brashly at the time. Your brow furrowed, nose cringing with disgust after you looked back at the day the relationship had ended.

You had been worried sick, unable to find him for hours. Panicked, you'd searched everywhere. Jimmy had recently gotten in trouble with some men married to the women he'd previously catered at Tupperware Parties. He wasn't discovered for his devious system until he stopped servicing the women after getting with you, this act had led them into a storm of petty rage. Some of the women told their husband's that he'd forced himself on them, and as a "freak," he had no means of defending himself against these claims. His deformities made him unbelievable, and punishment if caught would be merciless.

He didn't show up to the diner, where plans between the two of you had been made. It was a celebratory occasion, your birthday. Jimmy had made promises to spoil you with his affections and all of the gifts he could afford. His enthusiasm about the day had you worried about what could have happened that made him unable to attend. Things between you had been turbulent as of late due to both the stress he was under with the law and the death of his mother. You were arguing often; he'd started drinking to cope instead of for enjoyment purposes, and it was making him become an ugly shell of what he once was. As you walked back home, in passing, you looked at his trailer. It was the one place you had not yet checked. Your feet were sore from the heels you'd worn to impress him, the ones he didn't care enough to show up and see on your birthday. You stepped up to the door, opening it abruptly. There he was, laying down and wasted out of his right mind. He looked filthy and hadn't even dressed up to see you. His white tank top was stained with liquor, you could tell by the smell.

Something in you had snapped in that moment. Your yelling and sharp slam of the door had woken him up. You'd stormed out of the premise, blinded by rage and disappointment. He was following you from behind, immediately on your tail. Jimmy scoffed, arms flying up in the air. "What's the matter with you?" Baffled by his blatant ignorance, you ran your hands through your hair and pulled the soft locs with frustration. You didn't even want to see him, let alone explain his act of unreliability. He continued to follow you, stumbling gracelessly as he did. He was yelling incoherently your way, sentences sounding more like slurred words.

You'd finally turned around, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before speaking. "The plans, Jimmy. Remember? It seems that drinking like a slob is more important than my birthday." Your words were laced with venom, tears beginning to blind you. You closed your eyes, refusing to let any fall. He got up close to you, stopping in his tracks. "It's not that big of a deal. We can go out now." His breath was volatile.

"Just forget about it." You opted that the day would now be more enjoyable without him. Jimmy groaned with frustration. "Don't be like this. I made a one-time mistake, but it won't happen again. So let's just forget about it." You inhaled a shaky breath, weeks of pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's funny you say that because this isn't the first time you've done this." Your arm came up to wipe your tears that still threatened to escape. "I do so much for you- I supported you through everything. Yet you can't go one day without drinking so much you can't even function. Fucking look at yourself, Jimmy!" Your voice was breaking, the stress causing you to shake.

"OH! Well, if I'm such a piece of shit, why don't you just leave me, huh?" He yelled back, his arm reaching towards you and swaying 'matter of factly. You scowled, "Well, maybe if you don't even care enough to try and fix things, I should! I deserve someone who loves me enough to make an effort."

"Then maybe you should leave."

You were brought back to reality, and it hits you like a semi-truck. You'd spaced out, staring at Jimmy and whatever girl he'd decided to finesse tonight. In your daze, he'd taken notice of your lingering stare, making eye contact with you. Your breath hitches, and you quickly begin to walk past them, not wanting to deal with the conflict that could arise. Your chest felt as if it may cave in, ears and cheeks red hot. Finally, you'd made it inside of your space, feeling the sweet relief of solitude. A place where you could not be bothered, somewhere you could sleep off the stress of today and forget about it by tomorrow.

A knock sounded at your door, and your head snapped to the side with annoyance. You knew it was Jimmy, his insolence was aggravating. He knows that you have no interest in seeing him outside of any shows. You slanted the doorway enough to peek your head out. There he stood straight, alone. You looked around the area for anyone else. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk." His voice is soft. He smells pleasant. He also looks sober, to your suprise. You still felt bitter from his presence, feeling a strong urge to act petty. "You forgot to bring your leech. She's probably looking for you." You back away, about to cut him off. His hand comes up and grabs the edge of the door, keeping it open opposingly. "I'm serious. Can I please come in? I'll leave right after I say what I need to, promise." He stays calm, careful not to push further on the matter out of respect. His hand slides down the door to his side as if he's giving you the option to shut it if you want. Begrudgingly, you allow him to enter, curious about what he has to tell you so urgently. He steps inside, cautiously taking a seat on the couch and removing his hat. His curls are soft looking as they bounce at the now lack of restraint. You couldn't help but notice how clean he looked, freshly shaven, and washed.

You snap yourself out of staring at him for too long once again. "So what is it you wanted to say?" Your demeanor has changed, deciding that it's best to act civil now. Jimmy looks down at his hands, pursing his lips and rolling his head to the side. It takes him a minute to speak, but when he does, he looks you in the eyes. "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you."

You're flabbergasted and left at a loss of what to say or how to respond to his statement. It's you who's silent now, trying to process his words. Not giving you time to recuperate, he continues. "Losing you was the biggest mistake I ever made. You didn't deserve that. You're the only person in this world that really cared for me, and I blew it. I can't say sorry enough - I know I don't deserve forgiveness. It ain't right, the way I treated you. At the time, I could have come up with so many excuses about why I did what I did, but none a' that matters." He reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small box. "Sometimes I carry this with me because I think about finally manning up enough to give it to ya'. Even though it's been almost a year and I should've givin' it to you on your birthday, here." You take the small box in hand, the velvet fabric encasing it feeling luxurious against your fingertips. Upon opening, it was a small necklace with a heart and a little stone on the chain. The clear diamond-like crystal glistened beautifully.

You gazed up at him in disbelief, knowing this likely cost a pricey penny. He was smiling softly at you, a look of remorse on his face. Suddenly, you felt lighter, all of the pain you'd experienced beginning to vanish. To see him cleaned up and hear his apology resurfaced the love you always had for him. "Have you stopped drinking?" You felt the need to ask for a final precaution before deciding to forgive him. "Almost entirely, I can't keep acting like a fool anymore." You nod, taking in his statement. "I wanna be the man you deserve. I'll spend forever proving that to you if I have to." Jimmy offered you his hand, which you took. His touch was gentle, his thumb grazing against the back of your palm. "I miss you, Angel."

Instinctually, you'd hugged him; allowing yourself to melt in his familiar embrace. This was the Jimmy you fell in love with. His strong arms surround you, pulling you in even closer. His hand plays with your hair and strokes your neck affectionately. He dropped his face down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You pull away, reciprocating that by kissing his lips. It's a simple peck that you pull away from quickly. Jimmy brings up his hand, tracing your lips with his finger before kissing you himself. You melt into his touch, allowing him to do so until your brain felt fuzzy from contentment.

"I'm never letting you go again, sweetheart. That's a promise."

A promise he kept.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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New Year, New Friends, II

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Erik watched the bedroom door close behind Mercedes as she closed herself into Aly's room, their low voices muffled. Aly was a true daddy's girl but there were some things she preferred not to share with him and that was cool. Onto his youngest, Delonte. Erik flipped on his bedroom light.

"You up here playing 2K, you can play that anytime it's New Years Eve! Turn that off and spend some time with your family!" It was dope that Delonte loved his gift so much but he was more focused on that game than his family.

"Fifteen more minutes," he tapped at his controller too focused to turn around. "...Please," he tacked on feeling Erik's parental glare on his back. He kissed his teeth. "You know mom ain't gone let me play if I take it over her house."

"If you'd do what the fuck you supposed to instead of running your mouth.. You know if I ever hear it I'm a shove my size 12 foot up ya ass."

Delonte's shoulders dropped as he angled away to the TV dismissively. He was mouthing something smart.

"Huh?" Erik's brow rose challenging the back of his stubborn son's head.

"Nothing," Delonte responded carefully.

"Better be nothing," Erik palmed the top of Delonte's head and tilted it back looking into his face. The boy was his twin whereas Diamante looked like Khia.

"Dad it's MAMBA, you gone disrespect MAMBA?"

"That's a family man," Erik smirked rubbing through his son's hair. "Something I'ma school you on."

"Please! Fifteen minutes. Please please please."

"Hm.. Fifteen. Don't make me come get you," Erik threatened leaving his son to his game. Downstairs, Erik went to the living room to find that Diamante was pulling on his sneakers prepping to head out to a party with a few of his friends and Khia was helping him by rearranging his bleached dreds into two braids going back. Erik couldn't say anything about it... Diamante had only stuck around to see his big sister but now that she was upstairs and it didn't look like she was coming back, he was leaving. Erik handed him a 50 dollar bill from his wallet.

"You got the keys? You got ya license?... Condoms?" He whispered it subtly and Diamante nodded, no need to play dumb. "Be safe. Call me for anything, I do mean anything." Diamante was almost 18 and very responsible but Erik knew for a fact.. shit happens especially on New Years.

Closing him out, Erik turned to Khia who was standing there looking like a meal. They had three kids together because he couldn't keep his hands to himself and she let him get it raw however he wanted it whenever he wanted it.

"..Why we ain't work out again?" His eyes scanned her humored face as he stood directly in front of her, taking in her face and her shape. They'd tried multiple times to be together but for some reason..

"We're different people," she smiled grabbing his hands ".. and besides.. I'm dating Drew." With that she walked off to the mini bar to grab a glass of wine while Erik followed.

"Drew or no Drew you always gonna be mine, that'll never change." He lifted her chin in his grip sitting the half-full glass back down. They both knew it was true, which was why she gave up the lips so freely and kissed him back. It was never just the fact that they had kids or else they wouldn't keep making more kids. She would've dropped them off and kept rolling. Right when he was about to make his move and pin her pretty lil ass to the wall, he heard her back pocket ring. "Don't answer it," he mumbled into her neck as he lifted her thigh and she didn't. She let it ring.

"DAAAAD," Erik heard Aly's voice calling from the living room. It was tempting to stay hidden in the liquor room. Khia had the fatty.. He was past due for it and in the mood. "DADDYYYY.."

Khia broke the kiss. "That's your cue," she smiled against his lips pulling back to grab her wine glass with a smirk in her eyes. She was teasing him. He sighed with an eyeroll. He could've had her. He still could...

"DAAAD."

"This ain't over," he muttered before lifting his pitch to yell "I'm coming Pumpkin." It made Khia laugh. She laughed at him a lot, but she was the same way with Diamante, he loved his mama more than life and between Erik and Khia he'd pick Khia every time. She babied him just like he babied his baby girl. She pat Erik on the back pushing him from the room. "Pumpkin," Erik called.

"Where'd everyone go," Aly asked when Erik appeared. Poor baby looked so lost and disappointed.

"Your mom's at the minibar, Delonte's upstairs. He should be down in a few minutes. Diamante is gone. He to a party with his friends.. he wanted to wait until he saw you before leaving."

"What? Damn, I'm a call him."

"Aw yeah, call him," Mercedes pushed, sneaking a brief glance at Erik which he caught. Her demon eyes flashed with a dark intention that made his dick twitch, he was already craving the wet heat of walls that sneaking off with Khia before hadn't provided. Maybe the second time would be the charm.

Producing her cell, Aly dialed Diamante to apologize. They were very close afterall despite their fighting.

"Guess it's just us," Mercedes smirked deviously. "About that mini bar.."

"Drink of choice?"

"Something with tequila?"

"Tequila's got a lot of benefits but I'm sure you know that," Erik smiled leading her to his minibar. On the way they passed Khia who was on the phone with Drew it sounded like. "Giving the kids tequila," he whispered loudly before squeezing her ass in the hall. Drew was blind if he thought all that was his.

She smacked at him playfully mouthing "get away from me."

"Get Delontae off that game," Erik whispered. She smiled with a roll of her eyes shoo'ing him on her way towards Aly. He watched her ass as she walked until Mercedes stepped in front of him, arms crossed. Pushing him into his liquor room, she closed the door.

"Now that she's gone."

"Nah," he opened it back. "Keep it open."

"You so scareddd..," Mercedes smirked as she slung her arms around Erik's neck, "Relax. They won't notice.. They're all hung up on other th-"

"What's your intention with Aly tho, why you round her," Erik wondered staring through her. She shrugged.

"What can I say, she's the PB, I'm th-."

"You fulla shit."

Mercedes eyes widened as she was taken aback. "Me and Aly study together, party together, talk-"

"Bullshit"

"No. We talk about our families, and share secrets.. like she know I like older men."

"She know, what do you mean she know..," Erik tested studying Mercedes with scrutiny.

"Not about us, just my kinks. I only told her her daddy was fine one time when I saw the family postcard. Was I jealous? Yes, but that's all I said.... I ain't ever had no family postcard," she added.

"You ain't had a lot of shit." Again, Erik couldn't picture not providing the very best for his kids despite any disagreements with Khia and they'd had plenty. It reminded him briefly of why they weren't together. "Listen," he wispered grabbing her face and she did. "If you using my daughter then I'm a use these big strong hands.. mhm.." he could see she liked the pressure, "..and I'm a break your arms.. boffum." He nodded her chin for her before pecking her on the lips. "I'm a snap em like twigs.. Don't be nervous," he whispered stroking her cheek. He could feel the tension. "If it ain't you, you ain't gotta worry." He could see her checking out the circumference of his biceps and the strength of his hands. "Got something you wanna tell me?"

She pulled his hands to her neck, pressing them into her skin and rolling her head back with an easy smile. It wasn't nerves he was seeing, he gathered.

"Cutie..." Erik used his thumb to tap on her neck, voice low. "Put me right here.."

He watched as she dropped instantly to her knees unzipping his pants to fish out his semi-hard dick. His eyes flickered to the empty doorway and back. She grinned up at him once she felt it, like a troll on treasure. Using both hands to grip it, she stroked it up and squeezed the base before enveloping the head in her warm wet mouth, grazing his lips over it until he got hard bit by bit.

He raised the hem of his shirt liking the feel of her fingernails dragging down his abs.. time wouldn't permit too much of it though. He had to take his dick back and hit it on her lips, pulling it out of her mouth when she put her lips around it the exact same way. He tapped a finger on her throat.. the same spot he'd tapped before. "Here."

This time, he felt her lips go to the shaft and her eyes closed as she focused on taking him deeper. She couldn't get it where he pointed but to he fair, neither could Khia or the women he'd been with outside of that. Still, he liked to make them try..

"Choke on it." He ordered holding her head firmly on place as she tried her best. He loved that she was willing. He let her off of it to breath and kissed her sloppy little mouth in reward. She liked that, making the choice to try it again on her own. She looked up at him with watery eyes the entire time, rubbing on his stomach. She really liked to play on his abs.

He kept his eyes on hers though he felt like one of his kids would walk by at any moment. Mercedes must have felt it too because she upped the tongue work and swirled her entire mouth on the head of his dick at the same time like a carwash. He balled his fists and steadied himself planting his feet like roots in the floor. She was at level 1 of of the glyuck glyuck and accelerating.. Getting too loud with it though. It sounded sexy and messy and felt divine, but the pronounced slurping and small moaning..

"You doing too much with all that extra sound." It was a thought Erik never thought he'd have. Her lashes fluttered.

"I can't help it," she blinked up with tear-stained cheeks and a firm suck like he was the best tootsie pop, it made him wanna grab her head again and teach her something new. "It's so pretty and thick."

"Mhm." She definitely knew how to hype a nigga. She wasn't wrong though. "Make me buss, baby. Take that shit."

He needed her to hurry and not drag it out. He felt like he could cum easy if she didn't play edging games. She kept smiling up at him with innocent eyes.. enjoying the changes in his expression. He was already cumming and she was wasn't a spitter.

She looked offended when he reclaimed his dick and fixed himself, but what did she expect, to fuck around all damn night? He had a family. He moved to his bar to mix her something that would ease her, let her know he wasn't cold to her. Afterall, she was someone's child.. not his.. but someone's. She watched as he prepped it, her slick hands trying to reach for the dick again. She hadn't wiped her mascara from her cheeks.. it was another turn on.

"No," he said softly, but stern.. He nudged her hand away. "Tequila sunrise," he smiled scooting it toward her. That's what she'd requested afterall. "Chill.. Drink that," he redirected brushing her fingers again when she reached for his zipper. She couldn't keep her hands to herself and it would be a good thing if he weren't the same way. One of them had to have restraint. He poured himself a quick splash of Hennessy, clinking her glass with his. "To the new year."

Immediately her hands were on him again. He looked at them and back to her face like she was out of her mind.

"And new friends," she smiled rubbing his bicep. Erik looked to the door and thought about it.. if he listened carefully he could hear if someone were coming up the hall. He looked her in the eye.. deliberating. What kinda excuse could they have for being gone so long?

"Get on your knees. Hurry up," he nodded. By the time she dropped again, his zipper was down and he was fishing out his dick. It was hard again. She wasted no time sucking it. "This is fucked up," he muttered to himself getting a wicked smile from Mercedes in return. "You toxic.. thriving off this shit.."

She giggled, locked into her motion. She had it down, her eyes still locked on his. Erik's eyes stayed on hers but his ears were on the hall.. and then the moment came. He heard movement. Without pause, he snatched his spit bubbled dick back into his pants and zipped them, adjusting his shirt as Mercedes got to her feet and wiped her mouth. By the time Aly appeared in the doorway, he had his glass in hand and a somber expression full of pity aimed at Mercedes who was still wiping her mouth, eyes, and nose.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, but we're all here for you," he said causing Mercedes to squint as if he could've come up with better. With more time to think, he would've.

"Aww Mercedes what's wrong, you were crying?"

That was Erik's lil Pumpkin always considerate. He hated to play on it, but the way he saw it he had no choice. Aly went straight to hug her friend with Mercedes hugging her back, head on Aly's shoulder.

"I think sometimes you just need someone without a bias to share with, someone who doesn't know you or the people involved," Erik offered getting the cold stare from Mercedes over Aly's shoulder. She'd have to make something up on her own. Erik looked dead in her eyes as he took another sip of Hennessy to ease his nerves before excusing himself from the room. He needed a quiet place to finish himself off.

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delilahmidnight · 6 years

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How is dr. Roa involved w laurel/frank....and why does this phone call sound suspicious. ...

Good girl annie. I'm so proud that at every opportunity to drink she resists temptation

IT'S THE BIDDY FROM PRISON!!!!! YES!!!! I LOVE WOMEN HELPING AND NOT FORGETTING WOMEN!!!!

YES!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!! WHEN SHE HOLDS HER HAND TO REASSURE HER--TAHTS THE GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE

MICHAELA HAS TO REMIND HER PREGNANT GF TO SHOWER AJSKDKGLHLFKDJKS

AND THEN BUTTON UP HER BLAZER HAJDJGKNSNGKD

I love laurel shitting on connor

SHE CALLS HER MICKEY

Oh my god. Oh my god I can't believe this. Bonnies there, shes there at thE HEARING SHE LITERALLY COULD NOT STAY AWAY FROM ANNIE FOR ONE SECOND I'M GONNA EAT MY PILLOW

NEVERMIND THIS IS EVEN WORSE, ANNIE IS DISMISSIVE OF HER AND FOR ONCE SHES DISMISSIVE RIGHT BACK (BUT SHE STILL HOLDS OPEN THE GATE FOR HER)

AND THEN HER FACE WHEN SHE REALIZES WHAT BONNIES DONE IM GONNA KMS

I CANT BELIEB THIS

MY BITTY IS SO BITTY STANDING NEXT TO NATE AND SHES JSUT TRYNA DO HER JOB AND HE'S BEING SO FUCJING MEAN TO HER FOR NO DAMN REASON

Listen. LISTEN TO ME.

LOOK AT THIS EARNEST LITTLE FACE. SHE IS TRYING HER BEST. HOW CAN YOU BE MEAN TO THIS FACE??????? I WOULD DIE TO PROTECT HER

ALSO "JULIE OR JUDY OR SOMEOEN" SHES SO FOCKIN NERDY AND SHE DOES NOT GIVE ONE SINGLE FUCK

I hate being interviewed and this montage has just given me the worst anxiety spike lol

Obviously I feel horrible for jasmine but the stark contrast between her, who's given up hope of having any other sort of life, and annie, who is actively trying to turn her life around, literally all the time--

Annalise didn't check the box for rape. I cant say I blame her, especially with a male therapist, but still

Yeah Sam was a shitty therapist, he gave annie more problems than he helped her solve

Nate is such a douchebag sometimes

"My god you could not sound more white right now" I'M SCREMAING I LOVE OLLIE

THE KIDS BEING SO SUPPORTIVE OF OLLIES NEW I.T. COMPANY

MICHAELA HIGH FIVING LAUREL OVER MICHAELA'S CALLBACKS AND LAUREL BEING ALL FUCK YEAH! EVEN THO SHE DIDN'T GET ANY HERSELF, AND HANDING OFF HER RESEARCH FILE TO MICHAELA AND "GIRLS AGAINST BOYS, COME I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING ELSE I KNOW"

HOLY FUCK

YOU CAN'T REALLY TELL HERE BUT ANNIE LOOKS SO GODDAMN GOOD IN THIS OUTFIT

Fuck. God no. She's right here while that dude shoots down annalise....God and of COURSE she sees her, god, g o d with her nervous fluttery fingers and her tilted shy head, I can't take this

And she runs, and Annalise follows and it's not fair, it's not, she can never say no to annalise and Annalise knows that, and she tries to manipulate her, g o d, but this time bonnie says no, she leaves, shuts annie out, even if it hurts, because annie hurt her first and it's not fair, it's just nOT

"It even smells like money" ajdkgkgklajf mICHAELA

I LOVE CONNOR BEING SHAT ON FOR BEING WHITE AND PRIVILEGED AND A PIECE OF SHIT ASSHOLE

"Gotta study" yeah right you disgusting fuckign stalker, I hope you fail every last test you ever take

A PETHETIC LITTLE WEENIE MAN BONNIE I'M AJSKDKFJSKNCVNJSJSJSKCJDK

SHES SUCH AF UCKING DORK K I LOVE EHR WHEN SHES PLASTERSD

"HER DUMB FACE" HONEY YOU SOUND SO DAMN IN LOVE STFU

But I mean honestly she was so affected by that one tiny interaction with annie that she wants to drink all the liquor her teeny lil body can hold, all by herself--honey, you're not ok

Also for God's sake, bonnie is hurting and alone and the only person she has to turn to is the fucjing caveman???? I'm so mad, let my baby be happy for fucks sake

Michaela getting asher grounded and also threatening the other dude, I love a supportive gf

Oh great, fucking frank--of course he would use bonnies vulnerability to try and weasel his way back into annies life

I'm gonna kill frank with my bare hands and I'm gonna enjoy it

Wow this is like the first conversation she and connor have ever had one on one

Of course connor makes it all about himself el oh el. Like I'm not even surprised, all he does is bawl to other people to try to get them to make him feel better. Blech

GO👏 THE👏 FUCK👏 OFF👏 MS👏 KEATING👏👏👏

I love this juxtaposition and I love this scene and I love ms viola Davis thanks very much

Shes👏 allowed👏 to feel👏 hope👏👏👏

Wait what? Why does she hate that he told her he was an addict?

*gasp* my sweet pea tiny peanut baby she carrying such a huge stack all by herself SWEET BEEEEEEEEEAAAANNNN

SHE SO SMOL AND CONFUSED IM!!!!

No don't taunt her nate god can't you see how much it hurts her

That little stubborn jut of her chin when shes lying about blackmailing denver

"SO I BLACKMAILED HIM A LITTLE" HASDJFSJBABFJ BONNIE MY SWEET BABY YOU ARE SUCH A PRECIOUS NERDY AWKWARD GOOFBALL WHEN YOU'RE NOT PERPETUALLY SAD

Do NOT make a move on my baby nate I will KILL YOU. just leave her alone.

Aw asher <3

Michaela is so gay when shes drunk lol. Laurels just gay all the time ehehehehe

2.5 months is not enough time.....that baby is really premature

What is going g on with this doctor dude????

Bitty baby bonnie all official

God that's a lot of blood

Oh no, bitty thinks it's annalise who's dead I'm gonna not survive this I can tell

#personal #how to get away with murder #bonnie winterbottom #annalise keating #bonnalise #asher millstone #michaela pratt #michasher #michaurel #laurel castillo #connor walsh #nate lahey #oliver hampton #frank idk his last name #murder kids

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