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I love you, Ollie. And I need you right now more than you know. So whatever you want, I’ll-I’ll do it. I just want to make you happy like you make me happy, and I know that I can. So, please, just let me.

something paradise

cs au. ‘there’s something about breaking an engagement and leaving the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with and finding yourself roommate-ing with the man who’s loved you through years and boyfriends and breakups and uncertainties that makes a person a little weepy, a little off balance, a little unsure.’ 

(i’ve been working on this for at least six weeks, and it’s finally, finally finished, and i’m something like pleased with it. (thanks to swallowedsong​ for looking over it and helping me and stuff.) so, enjoy whatever this is. (really long, among other things. just a head’s up.)

recommended listening: majesty snowbird by sufjan stevens.) 

don’t stop, don’t break

you can delight because you have a place

quiet room

I need you now

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            She leaves him on a Tuesday.

            Packs up her share of the apartment instead of going to work, keeps Henry home from school so he can help. Wraps picture frames in scarves and sweaters, shoves books and DVDs into boxes, throws pots and pans and casserole dishes into the back seat. One trip to unload these small bits, another for Henry’s bed and dresser and nightstand.

            It takes just over 6 hours to remove every trace of them from this apartment that was supposed to be theirs and is now just his, but she doesn’t cry as she sweeps through one last time. As she takes her key off the chain, locking the door behind her and slipping it underneath. She doesn’t feel broken or empty. Isn’t sure what it is pulsing through her, something that tastes like regret or maybe failure.

            “Sorry, kid,” she says, eyes still dry, once they reach the car. He just shrugs. Smiles a small, sad thing.

            “It’s okay.”

            It’s not.

            But maybe it will be.

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Hey guys, this one I’ve been working on, or rather Nikki has been working on for a while. We decided to do this one as more of and editing comparison. I’m quite proud of how it turned out actually.

So here it is, another 13 Reasons Why edit.

Program: Sony Vegas Pro 13.0
Video Tracks: 5
Audio Tracks: 3
Fandom: 13 Reasons Why
Song: ANOTHER LOVE by Tom Odell

Imagine (22) - How To Get Away With Murder

Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys:Would you do another Connor Walsh one shot

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!

Connor Walsh


“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?”

“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.

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Prompt from @apartment303: Oliver finding out Connor is a Taylor Swift fan. Hope you enjoy <3


He hears it before he even reaches the door. Upbeat pop music muffled by the walls, resonates through the long hallway. Oliver struggles to make out the sounds. A voice is singing along–quite badly. He tilts his head as he listens, and it slowly dawns on him–at about the same time that he realizes the music is coming from the apartment he shares with his boyfriend–said boyfriend is the one belting out lyrics loud enough to disturb the whole floor.

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