if the apocalypse is ever a thing that happens i definitely won’t survive it but it won’t be because i’m lazy (although i am) it’ll be because i have the worst sense of direction and geography ever like i’ll go out on a supply run or something and forget which way home is or i’ll be running from idk zombies and like step right off the edge of a cliff
I’m late, but oh well. Life happened and it was shitty, so I wrote this to cheer myself up and I hope it works for some of you as well. It’s not betad, so the copious mistakes are all mine. A birthday vignette in honor of our beloved muse, Katniss Everdeen. May she never be without her toastbabies, her dandelion in the spring, and plenty of delicious food. RATED M for smut.
She plays in the meadow, twirling and leaping, pretending to have wings like a bird so she can fly. Her father needs only a word, though, to draw her from play and into their chores. The flying girl doesn’t view the chores with distaste at all. She rather enjoys them, especially the moments of free time they get to savor the woods. Like today.
“Come down from that tree, Hummingbird,” the girl’s father calls up to her, his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound. She grins and flips so she’s hanging from the branch by her knees, completely missing her father’s gasp of fear and the handful of running steps he makes towards the base of the tree before her giggle stops him.
“Your Mama’s waiting with your birthday surprise,” he admonishes, the fear of a moment ago making his voice harsher than intended. The girl sobers, hearing the subtle difference, and swings her feet over her head to the branch below before scurrying down the trunk and landing with a soft crunch of leaves, next to her father.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” she whispers, her expression contrite.
“It’s okay, Katniss,” the father says, picking up the girl’s game bag and handing it to her. “But we should get going.”
Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him hanging out inside of an Impala that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.
You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting into trouble. He’s worse than a little kid. He’s a 100 lb German Shepherd for Christ’s sake. You should be able to keep track of him.
“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”
The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. He’s a troublemaker for sure. He needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.
You quickly search the house and the backyard, you’re not surprised that he’s no where to be found. He tends to invade your neighbors lives. He’ll just waltz right into someone’s yard or house if he can. Sigh. You walk out your front door and start looking around.
You wake in the morning to find Kai not in bed. You stretch your hand across the still warm sheet tiredly before you stand. When you check Anna’s room she’s not there either and you start to worry, when you get downstairs you find Kai and Anna eating cereal on the couch and watching cartoons.
“‘Morning.” Kai greets you with a mouth full of Cheerios.
“‘Morning, Mommy.” Anna says from beside Kai, her eyes fixed in the tv screen.
“Good morning.” You walk into the kitchen, and start making yourself coffee. Before Anna was born you weren’t really a coffee person but once she reached her terrible two’s you decided coffee was a necessity.
“So,” You jump when Kai talks from the doorway, he gives you a cocky smile in return, “Were you serious yesterday? About looking for houses far from here?”
“Yes, I was serious. But it’s not like I have the money to pick up and move, I’m not exactly the richest person on planet earth.” You stir your coffee as you talk.
“I can have that taken care of by this afternoon.” You roll your eyes.
“What are you gonna do? Rob a bank?” He smiles even wider.
“That sound like an amazing idea, you know I was just going to compel myself some diamonds and pawn them but robbing a bank is much more fun.” You knew he was still a little bad, even if he was a little different, he was still going to go back to being the Kai Parker that you always tried to stop from doing illegal things but never could.
“Promise not to kill anyone? For Anna’s sake?” Kai walks behind you and presses a kiss to your temple.
“Of course. Be back by three.” He speeds off and you lean back in your chair. Anna walks into the kitchen and pushes her bowl into the sink, she still couldn’t reach the counter.
“Where’s daddy?” Anna asks. You stand up and put your coffee cup down.
“Daddy went to go get stuff ready.” Anna stares up at you as you start to walk towards the stairs.
“Ready for what?” Anna asks as she walks after you.
“We’re gonna be moving soon.” Anna takes the steps slow in front of you, as always.
“Moving to where?” She seems generally unfazed by the idea of moving but then again little kids are usually unfazed by a lot of things.
“I don’t know yet, baby. Let’s go get dressed though, and then we’ll go to the park.” She opens the door to her room with two hands on the door knob and walks in.
Anna’s room was white walled but the walls were lined with her drawings on paper that you had taped to the wall. She had a toy chest and toys were constantly scattered over her floor along with dirty clothes, once a week you and her cleaned her room, it was how she learned about teamwork. Flowers sat in her windowsill, still living even after a year of being there. She loved most her clothes, she liked picking out her own t-shirts, and Anna particularly liked braids being put into her hair.
With Anna finally dressed (she could decide on which shirt was best) you left for the park. She could run around for hours on end, and get dirty all she wanted while you tried to look for good houses and texted Kai. You were a big fan of letting her do her thing, as long as it wasn’t destructive to herself or anyone else, if she wanted to fight imaginary dragons, you’d give her a stick for a sword. If Anna wanted to be a warrior princes and warned you to be the queen you would wear a crown and a dress. As long as no one was getting hurt (mentally or physically) she could do as she pleased. She swung back and forth on a tire swing with another little girl while you talked on the phone with Kai and watched. Other moms and dads around you tried to listen in as discreetly as they could on your call with him.
“So, where we you thinking we could move to?” You knew that some of them would have to know Kai, and that they were definitely spying for someone who wanted to kill him, someone always wanted to kill him. None of them were vampires, you knew that, you could tell when someone was a vampire, they always looked the same.
“There’s a pretty powerful coven down in New Orleans, and Klaus Mikaelson’s been seducing a witch into giving me nightmares the last few days.” You give a cheery wave to Anna when she waves at you from across the park.
“Oh yeah? What’s it about?” Kai knew the stupid code you two had used all the time, it was back when he was still the terrible maniacally crafted villain, you made it up so spies couldn’t find out where you or he were.
“The nightmares? Oh they’re lovely-” His voice cuts off for a second, glass breaks on the other end. “I get these beautiful images of people dying, which is incredibly splendid, and then the witch starts talking to me all fast and cryptic. She says that as long as I kill this super bag guy Marcel, then everything’s good and he’ll give me whatever the hell I want. Granted I don’t kill anyone he loves.”
“Can you even do that anymore? I thought that was outdated?” They probably think you’re talking about buying a house. You give them a tight lipped smile.
“Oh please, you insult me. The witch-y ancestors that made Marcel the super bad guy he is are all gone. Poof- right into the void. Hang on babe-” You hear some muffled muttering on the other end and then the zipping of several bags.
“Okay, I’m back, as I was saying. The witch-y ancestors are all destroyed now, which means that anyone with powerful enough magic could theoretically craft a spell that would turn him into a normal ol’ blood sucker. And since Freya Mikaelson already made one all I’ve gotta do is find the spell, do it, and then kill Marcel. All good.”
“All good?” A car door shuts on his end.
“Completely. So, you wanna start looking for houses at home tonight? I figure the sooner we get away from Damon the better. I don’t want Anna getting mixed up in it again.” You look over to Anna, now playing tag with a few other kids, laughing and running.
“Yeah, me either. But yes, let’s look at houses tonight, I’m at the park with Anna if you wanna come see us.”
“Alright, I’ll just drop this stuff off at the house and meet you at the park. Bye.”
“Bye.” You hang up and tuck your phone back in your purse. Anna comes running over to you, panting but smiling.
“Mommy, can I have a juice box?” You reach into your bag.
“Here you go, baby.” She pokes the straw into the juice box and takes a long gulp before putting it back on the table and running off again to join in tag. You watched after her, smiling.
Kai texts you about an hour later as you and Anna are making your way towards the cafe across the street to get lunch. Just as you’re reading the text you hit someone, and when you look up you find Matt Donovan standing in front of you.
“What do you want Matt?” You don’t stop walking, ever since Anna started showing her power Matt was always pressing you to leave, witches and vampires didn’t belong in Mystic Falls anymore. But you told him that she was a child, that she wouldn’t hurt anyone. And now that Cade had arrived in town Matt really, really wanted you to go.
“I’m just checking in on you.” You scoff and roll your eyes as you lift Anna into a chair at a table.
“Don’t act like you care, Matt, I’m not in the mood.” You open the menu and a waitress walks over to give a kids menu to Anna. She immediately opens it and starts coloring on the pages.
“I do care, Y/n. Anna’s just a kid, she doesn’t deserve to get mixed up in all this.” Matt drops his voice so that Anna can’t hear him.
“Well, for your information, we are moving. So you can stop checking up on us now.” Your eyes skim the menu.
“None of your business, goodbye, Matt.” He cross his arms but you don’t look up.
“Have a good life, Y/n.” Matt leaves without another word and you sigh, relaxing your shoulders.
“What was he doing here?” Kai’s voice makes you look up, he sits down next to you.
“He likes to tell me to leave without telling me to leave, it’s a great tactic, seeing as we’re moving.” You lean back in your chair, still looking at the menu.
“Daddy, can you help me get through the maze?” Anna pushes her kids menu towards Kai and he shifts his chair closer.
After lunch you look for houses, and you find a pretty suitable one not too far out of New Orleans, it was an old plantation house, there were lots of them around there, it had a lot of land, and from the pictures around it there were plenty trees. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen, a big living room, and it even had a parlor. What type of house ever had a parlor? An awesome house. But Kai had the money, and Anna was excited as soon as you told her that she’d be able to run around and have a huge backyard to play in.
“We should leave as soon as we can, the house is already furnished, and we can leave this one in my name, it’s already paid off anyways.” You were talking to Kai as you walked, passing a few people on the sidewalk who all parted ways for Annalise, who was happily walk a foot in front of you.
By the time you got to the house though, you were having second thoughts. This was your life, this was Anna’s life, could you really just abandon it? Damon was after Kai, who knew who was after Anna, you had to leave, there was no choice. Tomorrow you would go to the school and get the paperwork to transfer Anna to a school in Louisiana, by Thursday you would be in Louisiana, by Friday Anna would be in a new school, and you would have a new life.
Anna runs up the stairs and into the house, immediately going towards the living room to open her coloring books and her crayons. Kai took his shoes off by the door and then sat on the couch. You were looking at the house again on your phone, he reached over and turns it off.
“Stop worrying, we’re going to be fine.” Kai puts your phone on the coffee table and you lean back on the couch, looking around at all the toys.
“We should start packing.” You say to Kai, and he nods but he looks unwilling to move.
“Yeah,” He stands up, and grabs the keys. “I’m gonna go to the beer distributor, if I remember correctly, they’ll give you free boxes because then they have to pay someone to break them down. Be back soon.”
“Alright, see you then.”
“Bye, daddy.” Kai leans down to kiss her forehead.
“I’ll be back soon, Anna.” He leaves, and you watch the door shut behind him.
In honor of my schools prom being today and me not going i have created this masterpeice lol. enjoy ~
Coups: Okay so you’re going to prom with Coups, and tbh you thought it was going to be a chill night…like getting the outfits to match and everything was chill and easy, and he asked you super calm and well put together, but then you finally arrive at the venue and oh god what his wrong with him. Really dumb dancing and youre like wth i know you can dance better than this but nope, cheolie has embraced the awkward dad dancing and its embarrassing af but yet you lowkey love it. Also catch him shoving all the yummy prom food in his face when hes not dancing
Jeonghan: literally the best matching outfit to ever be seen on earth like literally. Totally helped you find your dress and its the most stunning outfit you’ve ever seen. He’d somehow locate flowers that perfectly matched your colors like how ??? totally ended up on prom court and no one was surprised. Idk why but i feel like he’d be a great slow dancer. Also before prom photos were better than anyone in the whole school.
Joshua: Super gentlemanly, like okay he put your corsage or whatever, anyways he was all blushy and cute when he was putting on you and he’d look so good in his suit you’d be worried that people would try and steal your precious date. Okay back to the gentlemanliness of our shua, he’d be the guy that opened all the doors, even the car door, pull out your chair, and like helped pick up your dress if it dragged on the ground so it wouldn’t get dirty and you wouldn’t trip on it. Hella weird on the dance floor tho, like pin drops everywhere and just extra shua all the way.
Jun: Wild all the way. Like the way he asked you was wild, and the whole school knew within minutes. Like Jun was already super popular and all the girls are like !!!!!! i wanna go to prom with juuuuuunnnn!!! But then he asked you and it was extra and so everyone knew real quick. Anyways he was like lets do this weird neon color together and you’re like lol no ??? the after prom party oh lord. So wild just imagine.
Hoshi: Okay so like first of all lets just imagine hosh in high school. I feel like rather then being super flawless i feel like he’d be kinda frumpy like shows up with sweatpants and messy hair and wearing hats when he can, tbh probably plays sports too so when he shows up at prom with you everyones like wtf who is that and you’re just standing next to him like yah you betcha this is ma date. Like he’d clean up so freakin well. Crushed it on the dance floor and everyone is like messy hair hosh is actually amazing ??? im amazed just thinking about it.
Wonwoo: Tbh you’d a bit worried prom would be a bit boring because wonwoo is like the most chill person in the school and you’ve literally never seen him at a dance let alone actually dancing but you love wonwoo and honestly if all he wanted to do was sit at the table you’d be 100% chill with that because simply going to prom with wonwoo is enough. The photos before prom wasn’t as awkward as you imagined it to be, and honestly you were shocked when you got there and danced to a couple slow songs with you. Going with wonwoo would be great for anyone who wants a chill time.
Woozi: Oh woozers what a great time. Freaking cutest couple there by far. Like both you and jihoon by yourselves are adorable, but when you both dress up and match each other the cuteness. Everyone at prom gushes of the two of you and jihoon is embarrassed as heck and youre just kinda giggling like wow. Tbh i feel like jihoon would be an embarrassed blushing mess from the moment he asked you to prom until he dropped you off at home but it would be the best experience for both of you.
Seokmin: can i just say life of the party like holy cow. Tbh i feel like there wouldn’t be a whole big promposal or anything it would have just been like “oh hey yah seokmin we are going to prom together right?” and that would be that. Going to prom with seokmin would be so fun tho like even if you are shy or reserved like im positive he would be able to get you all crazy with him and like dancing all over the place and laughing super hard during dinner and the after party was just as fun. Just imagine omg
Mingyu: Ah mingyu. Our little puppy. I think he’d be more excited about prom then you would be. Like he’d be bouncing around and talking about it for weeks before it actually happened. Tried super hard to make the promposal really cute and just ended up stumbling over his words and like tripping or something but that just made you love it that much more. Seeing him all dressed up in a suit and everything was amazing but being able to spend the whole evening with him was even better. Id be you two and then you’d probably hang out with wonwoo or minghao and their dates and it would just be one big wild party.
Minghao: Okay so hao hao, lets just say right off the bat that he is the best dancer at the entire prom, and also yours. Freakin flawless in a tux just picture it. He’d be that guy that ended up on prom court all though no one really expected it but they also don’t have an issue with it? Best date for prom because he knows how to have fun but also keep things chill. You’d get to hang out with Jun and his date and it would be such fun time like oh wow. You two and jun and his date at a table and tbh you and hao just kinda sit there and drag all the really slutty dressed people and everything and just whip out all the snarky comments lol
Seungkwan: Prom queen. Jk jk seungkwan would be a great person to go to prom with because again like a few of the others he can both be a lot of fun but then have serious moments when need be. Catch him singing along to every single song they play tho. Like even when its a slow dance and a slow song, he’d be humming right along with the song as he twirled you around the dance floor.
Vernon: tbh i feel like vernon wouldn’t want to go to prom but like, he ended up being on the prom court so he was like shoot, but the thought of being able to take you made him want to go a little more like, he’d say he didn’t want to be there but deep down inside he was having a blast right alongside you. He ended up getting crowned king and you were all “see it was worth going” and the two of you ended up having more fun at the after party than the actual prom itself.
Chan: Chan really didn’t want to go to prom, but all his friends were going and he really wanted an excuse to spend the whole evening with you so he was like fine ill go. Super stiff the whole night lets be real like not super comfortable in his tux and he really wanted to impress you. He finally started to loosen up around the last 30 minutes, but it was still fun for the both of you. Rather than going to the after party like everyone else you went to some cheap restaurant still all dressed up and you got so many weird stares but whatever the two of you had a blast.
Melissa knows when she’s seeing something
impossible. She saw it eight months ago when the young deputy looked at her in
her stained scrubs, with bags under her eyes and a scowl on her face that was
the result of a fourteen-hour shift from hell, and he smiled at her.
She sees something impossible now as well.
She sees Parrish’s burns healing as she watches.
They’re third degree burns, and they cover
almost his entire body. And yet they’re healing.
Burned flesh knits, and turns from black to red to pink.
He’s still bracing his weight on the hood of her
car. The headlights are illuminating him. He turns his head toward her when she
reaches out for him. He looks as terrified as she feels.
“Melissa,” he says. “Mel, what’s happening to
“Jordan, you need to get inside,” she says. “You
need a doctor.”
But how can he not?
Melissa doesn’t think of herself as an
especially spiritual person, but if this isn’t a miracle, what is it?
You know? That Scrooge xmas story but Jin as the 3 ghosts, the past Car door guy, present The one from the left, future World wide handsome. Showing us how miserable our lives can be without his plush self. And this how Scrooge turned into a Jin stan.
Scrooge isn’t excited about Jin’s birthday THAT”S WHAT HE GETS. Wakes up the morning of December 4th, runs out into the street in his nightshirt and slippies and starts to do the traffic dance,sing awake at the top of his lungs, and buys P-I-Z-Z-A and P-A-S-T-A for the entire town.
Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys:Can I get an imagine where Connor is straight, and the reader is Frank’s sister and started working for Annalise the same time as Frank, and like Frank’s girl, there’s the Readers Boy and that’s who Connor is
My exams aren’t finished yet, but hey, a student’s gotta take a break!
“Listen, I was thinking- maybe you could uh, drop by my place tonight,” whispered Connor in your ear. He had gone straight to you as soon as you had entered Annalise’s residence.
You took a step closer towards him, so close that he could almost feel your breath.
“I’m sorry, you must have me confused with my brother,” you whispered.
“You see, unlike him I don’t actually go around sleeping with people,” You added, only this time you said it loudly and rolled your eyes, making sure that everyone in the house could hear you despite being in another room.
“I don’t understand why-” Connor shrugged but you cut him off.
“What you don’t understand is none of my concern Connor Walsh,” you exclaimed as you walked through the corridor, into the living room where the others were.
“As for the rest of you, new client’s coming in 5,” you instructed the others, not failing to notice how hard they were trying to contain their laughter.
When you walked to your table, Frank was already crossing his arms and shaking his head, looking right at you.
“What?” You asked.
“Play hard to get with Hair Gel for all you want, but do you have to drag me into this?” Frank creased his eyebrows.
“It’s the truth though,” you smirked at him and took a quick glance at Laurel before preparing the relevant files about the new client.
“He didn’t drink on the weekdays, said it made him slow,”
“ Being a cop, he couldn’t afford to be slow. Otherwise, he’d make a mistake, or people would suffer. I mean, the fact he was a cop just made it impossible to get help. And calling them was only gonna make him come down harder on her later.” The new client, Ryan, was explaining his motive. He was a teen being charged for the murder of his father. That poor boy.
“And the night your father was killed?” Annalise asked.
“It was normal. He started yelling as soon as mom walked in, and I don’t know, I guess I just couldn’t do nothing anymore. So I walked into his bedroom got his gun and the next thing I remember is the gun in my hand it was still hot and dad on the floor. He wasn’t yelling anymore. I was so relieved.But things are better now that he’s dead,”
“Ryan, please don’t say-”
“I’m glad I shot him,” Ryan said firmly, cutting his mother off.
With that, The Keating Five’s expressions hardened as they had no idea what could help Ryan win his case. They didn’t need to know, because they had Annalise, and Annalise never loses.
After Ryan and his mother had left, Annalise had called for a meeting, with Frank and I spectating from a distance.
“We’re not just fighting a murder charge. We’re fighting the police. They’ve used politics and the media to fuel public outrage and turn Ryan, a boy who spent his entire life witnessing his mother’s abuse, into a sociopath who hated his father-” Annalise explained before suddenly sighing.
She looked towards the direction where Frank and I was standing at, before turning back to look at The Keating Five again.
“Mr. Walsh, glance at Y/N while I’m talking again and you’re out of my team,” Annalise raised her voice.
Walsh remained silent and regained his focus and Asher couldn’t help but to let out a soft chuckle
“He’s definitely onto you, isn’t he?” remarked Frank as he flashed an easy smile at you.
“Oh shut up you,” you snapped and smacked him on his shoulder before heading back to your desk to start on Ryan’s case.
“I have no choice but to accept the prosecution’s motion and block any testimony of abuse, either oral or written, from the defendant or his mother,” the gavel banged court was adjourned.
The first trial hadn’t went well. The prosecution had filed a motion to exclude testimony of the alleged abuse of Sharon Remini, which basically meant that Ryan’s journal could not be used as evidence as Sharon’s abuse.
“Want to grab lunch before heading back? I know a great bistro place down the street. Their Italian food? Heaven,” suggested Connor when he’d approached you.
“No thanks,” you declined.
“Hey, do you have a problem with me?” Connor blurted out.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“I mean, aside from me wanting to get into your skirt - which I still do by the way, you’ve been treating me like I’m basically non-existent outside of work,” Connor expressed his honest opinions and shrugged.
“I don’t treat you like you’re non-existent,” you retorted.
“Really?” Connor raised a brow.
“Ok,” you let out a soft laugh.
“Maybe a little bit,” you admitted.
“Look, I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea that I’m fine with your consistent attempts to get me on bed. I mean it, Connor. Unlike girls who sees sex and love as two separate issues, I see them as the same,” You explained.
Connor took a moment to digest your words. Never in his entire life had he been so persistent in someone and now she’s telling him she’s into love?
“Are you sure you and Frank are biological siblings?” remarked Connor.
“I’m doubtful too,” you joked.
“Hey, my lunch offer still stands,” Connor
“Okay, fine. I’m craving for Pasta anyway,” you said.
"In cases where emotion is currency, we have to cater our defense to the jury,” Bonnie explained while handling out the jury’s information to the Interns.
“Which means knowing the jury, learning to read reactions, body language. We’re assigning each of you your own pet jurors to watch,” you explained as they read their files.
“Lumberjack? I don’t- I don’t want this guy,” Asher complained.
“Then take the two hairy guys,” You said.
“On second thought, Lumberjack’s fine,” Asher hurriedly shook his head and knew better to keep quiet.
“Can we can track them outside of court, too?” Connor’s eyes lit up.
“Wait a minute, why does he get to have sexy bartender and I get to have Lumberjack?” Asher grunted and knew better to keep quiet when Bonnie gave him the death glare.
“Yes, but absolutely no contact, jury tampering is illegal. Don’t get us thrown in jail.” Bonnie explained
“Which translates to ‘No Connor, you can’t have sex with her,’” You added, and Connor immediately plopped himself on the couch.
“Let’s get to work,” Bonnie said.
“I always liked Sharon. It’s just that it’s hard for me to believe what she’s claiming about Anthony. I worked by his side for eight years and that’s just not the guy I knew,” the witness said in the second trial.
“Are you seriously looking for sex right now?” You said, annoyed when you saw Connor using Grindr, a matchmaking app. Or rather, an ‘invitation for sex’ app.
“I can’t have it with you. I might as well have it with other people right?” Connor replied.
“Once you’re ready to be in a serious relationship, of course you can,” You remarked, not knowing how wrong it sounded.
Apparently, it made Connor stopped typing.
“Is that you telling me that you like me?” Connor joked, yet he was feeling a mix of emotions. Fear, stressed, and a new emotion he had never felt before, flustered.
“No, that’s me telling you to focus on our client,” you shook your head and denied.
The trial had no progress. It was obviously a case of the Law versus Our Humanity. To complicate things further, Ryan’s dad was a police cop. The judge obviously thought the same and called for a time out.
“Does anyone else think that the hairy guy’s a gay? I mean, he’s been staring at Lumberjack’s crotch the whole time,” Asher remarked, earning a side eye from you.
“Can we all focus, please?” Laurel said out your exact thoughts. You just knew that there was something about that made you okay with her screwing your brother.
"Yea honestly, I’ve got like six girls on my phone, so I kind of need to focus,” Connor mumbled.
“You’re sexting six girls right now? I need to download that app,” exclaimed Asher as his eyes brightened, feeling hope for his love life.
“Are you like, addicted to all kinds of sex or something?” you asked. when The Keating Five had dispersed. Each trying hard to save Ryan.
“Last time I checked, you didn’t seem to care,” replied Connor as he continued staring at his phone.
“I-I just want you to concentrate on Ryan’s case instead of placing your focus on which day you’re gonna screw who,” you answered.
“Yeap, okay, sure,” Connor uttered, still concentrating on his phone.
You knew it. You knew Connor would have shook you off the minute you told him you were looking for a serious relationship instead of a casual relationship. Perhaps it was really really really foolish of you to secretly hope that Connor’s perseverance would move you. But nope, looks like Mr Hair Gel still’s Mr Hair Gel.
“Oh, my God,” Connor suddenly gasped.
“What?” You asked.
“Sexy Teacher just messaged me,” Connor explained, feeling satisfied.
“That’s what you’ve been doing on your sex app?” You said. No wonder he looked so drawn into that app.
“Yeah. I’ve been stalking her on Grindr, waiting for her to out herself and she finally bit,” Connor explained, giving you a smirk.
“What’d she say?” You asked.
"All cop killers deserve to fry, especially little bitches who don’t know how to respect their daddy,”
"Did you write that message to a gentleman called "Eightisgreat” on this dating app?” Judge Lee asked ‘Sexy Teacher’
“What’s your screen name mean?” You asked as you sat beside him.
“I can show you,” Connor gave you a dirty smile and wiggled his brows at you, causing you to uncontrollably let out a soft chuckle instead of a grunt.
Connor definitely looked surprised and diverted his attention back to court.
A minute ago you thought that Connor had brushed you off just like what he would always do to any others, but apparently not yet.
“Even after I specifically forbid any talk about the case outside this court?” Judge Lee asked after the jury had nodded.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Very well. You have proven bias against the defendant. You are dismissed, facing possible penalties. Alternate juror number one, you are called upon to fill the vacancy.
“See? Sexting pays off,” Connor commented as he whispered into your ear again.
“We wouldn’t have gotten him off the jury if everyone regarded any form of sex as ‘an action of love’” Connor added.
“Haters gonna hate,” you replied in a mocking tone, refusing to back down.
“What’s your scorecard say?” Wes asked.
"Uh, at best, we have half of them, so maybe there’s a rat’s ass of a chance we pull this off,” Laurel said anxiously.
And we did. Technically, someone anonymous pulled it off for us.
“We received an anonymous tip that someone informed the jury as to how nullification works,” Judge Lee informed the court.
“Clearly, it was a member of the defense team,” the prosecution accused, getting worked up.
“Based on what evidence, Your Honor?” Annalise retorted, refusing to let prosecution trample all over her.
“We all know who benefits from this act,” the prosecution remarked.
"Stop. Bring in the jury,” Judge Lee instructed.
“Has anyone spoken with or contacted any of you about this case in any way, including a discussion of the concept of jury nullification? Lying is a criminal act for which I can hold you in contempt.”
There was a moment of silence, until someone decided to confess.
“It was me, Your Honor. I found information that we have the legal right to vote our hearts. I shared it with the rest of the jury,” she said, causing the judge to sigh.
“In the case K7439080, I have no choice but to declare a mistrial,” she announced, jury is discharged,” the gavel banged.
“What? I sexted ‘Sexy Teacher’ to see a mistrial?”
“Oh save it, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it,” you replied.
“Uh-oh yeah, I do, I definitely did,” Connor smiled. But what you didn’t know was that was a fake smile.
“Well, it seems we’ve done irreparable harm to the public opinion of Ryan. Due to the abuse defense, the D.A. , no longer thinks he’s a sociopath. Therefore, they’ve bumped the charge to juvenile court. You’re looking at probation, community service, and counseling,” Annalise told the great piece of news to the clients before they started breaking down in tears of joy.
“Thank god they’re fine,” you heaved a sigh of relief.
“Yeah,” Connor smiled, his heart warmed upon witnessing the scene occurring in front of him.
“You did great, though the methods were a lil bit extreme,” You praised Connor, lowering your volume when you mentioned about his ‘methods’.
“Y/N,” He suddenly called out your name.
“What?” You replied.
“Date night on Friday night?” Connor asked, causing you to sigh again. He’ll never learn, won’t he?
“Connor, I’ve said it so many times before, but-”
“I know. Look. I get that I seem like someone who’s all into sex and not love. And I am,” Connor admitted.
“You don’t seem like, you are,” you corrected.
“Yeah, that makes sense too,” Connor said.
“But somehow I’m feeling things that I’m not supposed to feel when I’m beside you. Fluster, increased heart rate, not enjoying myself while I’m having fun with the other girls,”
“What are you trying to say Connor?” You furrowed your brows.
“I’m saying that I’m taking a huge step backwards and asking you out on an actual dinner date, instead of inviting you to my house for fun time with Connor Walsh,”
“So I’m trying to the guy you want me to be!” Connor exclaimed.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you really not get it?”
“I really don’t,” you said. You really didn’t.
“I’m willing to pursue a serious relationship with you and get rid of my old habits,” Connor bit his lip.
You could tell that he was serious.
“Why?” You asked, wondering what had made him changed his mind.
“Because, I think I like you,” he admitted, and you were quite taken aback from Connor’s words.
It took you quite some time to think about your course of actions before you replied Connor.
"Alright, see you Friday,” you smiled.
Hey, if a guy’s willing to change his spots for you, he’s a keeper.
“Broke out of Arkham. Ditched the orange. Trying to figure out where my place is from here.”
“Get in,” Pam ordered Selina immediately, thumbing the button to unlock all of her car doors. She felt her pulse spike, but it was a lot more important they get out of the open before the patrol caught up to her — or the GCPD.
Porsche celebrates over 75-years of history in Zuffenhausen. The company will soon be producing all two-door sports cars at its headquarters with the production launch of the third generation of the 718 Cayman mid-engine sport coupé that will be produced at this Stuttgart plant that is steeped in tradition.
Manufacturing of all two-door sports cars at the Porsche headquarters will ramp up production there to around 240 vehicles per day by August. Currently, more than 220 units come off the assembly line each day in Zuffenhausen. In 2015, Porsche delivered 22,663 vehicles of the Boxster & Cayman models.
The current generation of the mid-engine sports cars is characterized by more power output combined with better fuel economy thanks to the newly developed four-cylinder flat engines with turbocharging. For the first time, the Coupé and Roadster will have the same engine power levels. The entry-level version starts at 220 kW (300 hp) from two liters of engine displacement. The sportier S-models develop 257 kW (350 hp) from 2.5 liters of displacement. That is 18 kW (25 hp) more power than in the previous models, and their NEDC fuel consumption figures range from 8.1 to 6.9 liters per 100 kilometers.
The 718 Cayman and 718 Cayman S can be ordered now; their market launch begins at the end of September 2016 in Europe.
slipping into the car and driving through the night, cresting over highway hills as the
sun rise streaks gold and pink across the sky
and it’s cold for march but andrew’s hand is warm, resting comfortably on the gear shift, neil’s curled lightly over
no one realizes they’re gone until they’re too far away to care, and no one panics because robin finds a scrawled ‘gone for a few days, tell kevin not to call unless he wants me to break his racket -a’
they drive with no real direction save for ‘away, vaguely east’ because neil needs to breathe, needs to rest, and andrew knows without any words spoken
they stop at a dingy gas station along a backwoods highway and andrew smokes right under the ‘no smoking’ sign above the too-expensive gas pumps, and neil comes out from using the washroom laden with junk food and andrew levels a disinterested look and a ‘get any grease on the leather seats and i’ll kill you’ at him
neil grins, but wheels to grab paper towels from the bathroom
he wakes up to crashing waves, glances over and sees andrew with his arms crossed, leaning over the steering wheel, staring out at the ocean
the car is parked somewhere sandy and deserted, scraggly beach grass pressed almost flat by winds. there’s coffee neil doesn’t remember buying cooling in his cupholder
he smiles in lieu of ‘thank you’ and steps outside into salt air and he feels both wary and safe because the ocean is so much bigger than he remembers from all those years ago, but andrew is right behind him, watching just in case (for what? for his memories)
and it’s peaceful for a while, with cold ocean breezes slipping under the faded orange of his hoodie, but the sun is high and warm and he sips awful coffee while the tide creeps closer and he doesn’t think about smoke or fire but he feels free all the same
a car door slams behind him and then a shoulder nudges against his, steady and insistent
“as lovely as the view is, you’ve been standing here for almost two hours, and we haven’t eaten breakfast yet”
and neil realizes his coffee has long gone cold and his fingers are blue and numb and there’s salt crusted in his hair and his skin feels tight from ocean spray or tear tracks he’s so much more tired than he thought he was, but he’s happy in that quiet, content kind of way
“if we can find one with a working ice cream machine at this time”