#annalise x frank

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HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER 5.10 — “Don't Go Dark on Me”

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intro!

my how to get away with murder obsession became too great so i have now made a sideblog, despite the fact that the fandom barely exists anymore.

so hi, i'm a, and i'm in love with the ethically questionable lawyer found family show. if you're like me and are desperately yearning for htgawm fandom content, follow me!

my fav characters are annalise, wes, & connor. i ship:

bonnie/frank

annalise/tegan

wes/rebecca (yes i am aware i am the only person who ships this)

connor/oliver

michaela/asher

and am a single and thriving laurel truther.

hopefully i manage to find some htgawm mutuals on here!

my main is @depressedbloggerwrites

[garglyswoof]

tagged by @purplesigebert for Four Fictional Crushes but I'm old so I'm just going to go with Four (Seven) Compelling Characters bc I'm at the age where it is creepy for me to crush on younger (and everyone is) characters. Anyway, under the cut for more. I'll tag @carry-the-sky and @ninzied in case you want to fawn over people with me as it's kind of fun.

I'm counting these as 1 character bc they are an OT3 and I will not separate them (Nathan, Annalise, and Gabriel, from The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself). I fell in love with this show and the small things they did to show character and connection in a single season. It wasn't perfect but man was there room to grow, but it sadly will never happen.

Then like...i was talking about how when X-Men first came out back in the day and the crush on Wolverine was strong but I was never interested in Hugh Jackman outside that role. I only found him attractive as Wolverine, because he just...embodied the character.

Here is current version of that, Tom Burke as Praetorian Jack From Furiosa. Just such a character.

Frank Castle, The Punisher. Ok i will allow myself one moment of thirst. The abs. The BLOOD.

Lastly, you'd expect Klaus here, but sometimes that fucker looks so goofy I cannot handle it. Truly a chameleon. So instead I'll go with Niska from Humans. I just love her face? And her character was Not Easy To Like

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２次ＥＵＲＯＢＥＡＴ　ＬＩＳＴ

1 ARE YOU READY [ISD MIX] TOBY ASH

2 Baby Body Beat [Red Monster Mix] - BKOOL

3 Baby Want You [Red Monster MixBABYS] - ＢＡＢＹＳ

4 BURNIG LOVE (EX) - D-ESSEX

5 DARK IN THE NIGHT [EX] MAIO & CO

6 EXTASY[93] (EXTASI MIX) - DJ NRG

7 Extra Lover (Midi-Wave Mix)

8 FIRE [MIDI WAVE REMIX]  MEGA NRG MAN

9 harmony(midi wave remix) - valentina

10 HEART BREAKER[92] (TYM B EDIT) - MIKE HAMMER

11 HEHEY DANCIN [TYM Remix]-K&Q

12 HEY HEY[93]- vannesa

13 Hot Love  Emotion [93][Special Crazy Remix] - Virginelle

14 HURRICANE (MIDI WAVE REMIX) - KAREN

15 KAMIKAZE (MIDI WAVE REMIX) - DJ NRG

16 KING AND QUEEN(FRONT LINE-MAHARAJA MIX) - KING & QUEEN

17 KISS ME KISS ME BABE ( ISD MIX) -VIRGINELLE

18 LOVE IS DANGER (EX) - LINDA ROSS

19 Love Love Fire - [TYMP Remix] Roxanne

20 Maharaja Night [o][Yokohama Mix] - Lou Grant

21 MONEY MONEY MONEY[94](EX) - ROXANNE

22 Mystery in Love - Virginelle

23 NEW DAY [94][EXTENDED MIX] - SANDY BEE

24 PARAPARA (RED MONSTER MIX) - KING & QUEEN

25 SEASON(EX) - VERONICA SALES

26 SEVENTIES(TYM REMIX) - MEGA NRG MAN

27 SHOCK ME[92] - MIKE HAMMER

28 SHOTGUN KILLER[93] (MIDI WAVE REMIX) - 　LOVE PRIDE

29 SOUND OF MY HEART[92](TYM B EDIT) - DAVE HAMMOND

30 STRANGER(MST REMIX) - EDO

31 SUGAR BABY - アレクシス

32 Super Sex Symbol [B4 ZA BEAT Remix] - Roxanne

33 TAKE ME HIGH ALL DAYS [93][DR4 REMIX] - LOU GRANT

34 TAKE MY GUN - DOLLY POP

35 TORA TORA TORA(BIG ATTACK MIX) - DOMINO

36 TRY ME ( EX) - LOLITA 37 USA[92] - Joe Yellow

39 Atomic Playboy [Atomic Mix] - Mike Skanner

40 BOOM BOOM DJ - MIRKA 41 CHERRY GIRL - LOLITA

42 FUN FUN BOY - GO GO GIRLS

43 LIKE A VIRGIN(EX) - VIRGINELLE

44 LIVIN'IN AMERICＡ　（ＡＭＥＲＩＣＡＮ　ＭＩＸ）　- VITO

45 MEGATON MAN - MEGA NRG MAN

46 MY NAME IS  - VIRGINELLE

47 NEVER STOP (EX) - フランク・トルペード

48 NIGHT GIRL - HELENA

49 SHAKE ME UP (EXTENDED FRIDAY  MIX) - VALENTINA & MIRKA

50 SUMMERTIME - ANNALISE

51 SUPER SONIC LOVE - MIKE HAMMER

52 SUPERMAN  - アンジー・デイビス

53 Tell Me Why [Extended Mix] - Tension

54 TOKYO TOKYO (EX) - D-ESSEX

55 WHAT IS LOVE(Y & CO REMIX) - MIKE SKANNNER

56 WHAT IS REAL (EX) - MIKE FREEMAN

57 YOU GOT ME GOING CRAZY - TENSION

58 You Need A Lover [94]MidiWave Remix] - Tommy K  

59 Youre My Destiny [Extended Mix] - Maggie May

60 BYE BYE BABY - MAIO & CO

61 Doctor And The Medic [Dance Power Mix] - Derreck Simons

62 Everyday - Doctors Girl

63 HOT GIRL - DR MONEY

64 IN THE NAME OF LOVE(Y&CO REMIX) - カサノヴァ

65 LASER GAME -  CHESTER

66 LOVE FOR MONEY

67 MASTER BLASTER (TYM B EDIT) - MAIO & CO

68 Nobody Knows [Extended Mix] - Gino Caria

69 OK ALL RIGHT - ANNALISE

70 PARA PARA PARA NIGHT - FRANK TORPEDO

71 RIGHT NOW [x](EX) - GO GO GIRLS

72 SEX-AND-DANCE-FRANK-TORPEDO

73 WANTED - DOMINO

74 YOU REALLY GOT ME (TYM B EDIT) -エド

75 DOCTOR DOCTOR(EX) - LISA JHONSON

76 Give Me The Night [1993] - Victoria

77 MEMORIES(EX) - NORMA SHEFFIELD

78 TAKE A LOOK IN MY HEART(ISD) -JILLY

79 Treat Me Right [Extended Mix] - Sophie

80 With You [Midi Wave Remix 1994] - Helena 81 FANTASY [EX] VIRGINELLE

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A lovely sent me this ‘gem’:

Oh this is going to be fun. **evil laugh**

Just heard last night that Supernatural wouldn't be remembered or cause a real impact on pop culture like Breaking Bad or another boring show as such and then Jensen Ross Ackles decides to throw his fictional character of 15 years, the first bisexual in the history of television, a birthday party.

First, run on sentence much?

Supernatural will be remembered for being about brothers who did everything (including kill and die) for EACH OTHER.

Second, DEAN IS NOT BISEXUAL.

And even if he was (which he wasn’t) how the fuck can this heller call him the FIRST IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION? 

Hellers know NOTHING about SPN, Castiel, Dean, OR actual representation. 

In 2003, GLAAD concluded that there were have only been "a few bisexual characters on TV." The report cited Steven Carrington in the soap opera, Dynasty (1981-1989) who "had a long term love affair with Luke" but got married, had a child, and later lived with his former lover, Bart, as the first example. The same report also cited C.J. Lamb, played by Amanda Donohoe, in the NBC drama L.A. Law (1986-1994), and Nancy, played by Sandra Bernhard in Roseanne (1988-2018), as bisexual, calling the latter "probably the most recent portrayal of bisexuality."

In 2018, The Advocate pointed to five TV shows as having positive bisexual representation: The Good Wife (Kalinda Sharma), Game of Thrones (Oberyn Martell), Grey's Anatomy (Callie Torres), House of Cards (Frank Underwood), and How to Get Away with Murder (Annalise Keating).

As such, Lennon listed relatable representations of bisexuality in TV, apart from one mentioned by The Advocate in 2018: Max in Black Sails, Nico Minoru in Runaways, Clarke Griffin in The 100, Rosa Diaz in Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Ilana Wexler in Broad City, Sara Lance in Arrow and Legends of Tomorrow, Magnus Bane in Shadowhunters, Lucifer Morningstar in Lucifer, and Miles Hollingsworth III in Degrassi: The Next Generation.

(x)

Almost 3 years after the show he played it in ended.

Exactly. It’s been almost three years, hellers. DEAN IS STRAIGHT. 

And somebody calling themselves “dwcoded” shouldn’t be a heller, since DEAN himself has mentioned who is most important to him:

many times:

[etherealnoir]

I completely forgot about Frank and Sam. 🤢 God what a mess. I’ve only ever watched the show once all the way through and near the end it was only because of Teagan’s sexy self. I wish we’d seen more of her and that Eve and Annalise had actually reconciled onscreen but it is what it is. What I didn’t know was that people were shipping Laurel and Michaela so hard! Or Bonnie and Annalise. It’s enough to make me want to rewatch but then you mention shit like ‘Frank is Sam’s son’ and I’m too repulsed to try lol

I don't think I ever seriously shipped Bonnie x Annalise, because Bonnie spent the entirety of the show being an incredibly emotionally vulnerable person. When they kissed, I had mixed feelings about it. Because I felt like Bonnie had this overwhelming love for Annalise (she said so herself). But it's kind of like the love where it's so much that you don't know what to do with it. Bonnie hated Annalise, was in awe of Annalise, was afraid of Annalise, and was devoted to Annalise.

But I loved Lauraela. I was probably one of like a handful of people who did. At least the fanon version of them anyway. And the few crumbs of good interactions Karla and Aja were willing to give us. When Michaela started sacrificing her own well-being to help Laurel in canon, I wasn't really interested in them on screen anymore.

[thefanficmonster]

wait you take headcanon requests too? if so, can i please request headcanons for annalise realizing she thinks of the keating 5 as her children?

i’m literally obsessed with the show as of recently, so feel free to toss out my requests if it’s too much or you’re just not into it - 🦋

Awww I adore this request, thank you so much 🦋 Enjoy the headcanons 💕 (PS: Hope you don't mind them being set in season 1)

Pairing (Platonic/Motherly): Annalise Keating & Keating 5

Warnings: SPOILERS for Season 1 of HTGAWM, Swearing, Mentions of Heartbreak and Break ups and Insecurities

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Platonic Fluff

It started with how much of herself she saw in Michaela

Hell, Annalise will go as far as to say that she can't remember ever seeing a spirit like Miss Pratt's in her classes before

A girl full of fiery ambition, intelligence and unshakeable attitude

At times she even wishes she'd been that bold at her age

So, when she saw her come home looking drastically more different after the holiday break, she was right to be concerned

She was still Michaela, that's for sure

Ready for a fight, a challenge, an all-nighter

But something was missing

And when the engagement was broken up, she wilted away even more

That's when Annalise couldn't keep her concerns to herself anymore and asked the girl to her office for a private and personal chat - something she rarely or rather never did with her students

It was surprisingly easy to get Michaela to confide in her, almost as though she'd been waiting for someone willing to hear her out

And when she finally let it all out of her system, dropping a few tears along the way, Annalise gave her a piece of her mind, some advice she'll never forget

A promising 'men ain't shit'

Which perfectly transitions to the similar talk she gave Laurel about Frank

She'd caught all their fleeting glances, smiles from across the room, 'subtle' or 'accidental' physical contact and all the times they'd sneak off on their own when they though the other students were least likely to notice

Of course, Annalise had nothing has nothing against a little mixture of feelings in the work place as long as it doesn't hinder the work flow

But the guy in question was none other than Frank and if anybody knew this man, it was her

And the first thing she knew about him apart from his knowledge of law, was that he's a notorious heartbreaker among college girls

And she'd be damned if she let him hurt Laurel

She didn't know exactly why she wanted to intervene this time specifically but she did

First by lightly telling Laurel to watch herself around Frank - which she took quite easily and gracefully

"I love the guy like my own son, but I'd be damned if I looked you in the eyes and lied to your face that he's a good man for these types of things. Romance is not his strong suit and you....you seem fragile, Miss Castillo. Watch out for yourself, ok? He's haphazard and insensitive at times, but he can't break you if you don't let him."

And then by telling Frank off to hell, making him promise up and down that he wasn't playing games with her

"I swear you're gonna be regretting the day you stepped foot in my office, you understand? I've heard you pull the 'nothing personal' card far too many times to hear it again this year. Got it? Miss Castillo is too good to be a conquest or toy you enjoy for a month then drop and forget about within a day!"

Much like Rebecca was playing with Wes

The Puppy of the group had his own love troubles too

Pursuing an emotionally unavailable person has become Annalise's specialty too over the past few years of her marriage to Sam so she knew exactly what he felt when she sat down in hopes of having a proper talk with him

She figured that his love troubles were only the tip of the iceberg

This boy had layers and layers of problems suffocating him and, although initially reluctant to open up about them, he eventually did, allowing for Annalise to be let in on his life story, the death of his mother, how hard his life has been since, how he's so unsure of himself and how his trust issues have never been so bad

She took the opportunity to fill him in on a little secret - the faux confidence of lawyers, she called it

The confidence they exhibit in court isn't always 100% genuine or stable

Hell, some of them walk in there 99% sure they're gonna lose the case and yet they still stand strong and tall before the judge and build a case that can only stand for any length of time if it's shown with confidence

But, one has to know when the confidence has gone overboard

Faking it doesn't always lead to making it, sometimes it can lead to a bad crash and burn

Which is what Connor has been dealing with behind sly smirks and sarcastic remarks

Annalise noticed each change of his expression whenever he wouldn't get something right in class or when he'd see the trophy getting handed off to someone else of the Keating 5

She sees his brick wall of self-assuredness falter in those moments, something no one else catches a glimpse of which is probably his intention

Which is mainly why he refused her help when she offered it to him

He did, however, accept a drink, and after two, he was singing his heart out, spilling his worries to her

From love troubles with Oliver, to how the recent events have affected him and how he's starting to lose his sense of self, no longer able to tell right from wrong, how his walls were built so high, he couldn't let in even the people he wanted to

All struggles that hit very close to home for her

She understood him and advised him the best she could - to the extent he'd listen to - but comforted him with words that have stuck with him ever since

"The pressure sucks, I know. But imagine how much suckier it would be to be left in a state of ignorance. You want to be in the know? You better prepare for what that brings Mr. Walsh."

Speaking of ignorance...there's Asher

He's like the baby of the group by this point, protected from the truth that his friends have done something terrible, that his professor is in on it and that the only reason he's here is probably because of his father

Although he proved himself smarter and more capable than anticipated he clearly didn't see it that way for when Annalise congratulated him on his recent progress, he had simply asked:

"How much did my dad pay you to bump up my grade?"

Turns out he knew of that last part

Which was perfect to prompt Annalise into giving him a brief lecture on clinging onto details

"Our job may or may not revolve around details, but look at it this way: he's the reason I took you in, you're the reason you've stayed this long. After all, he never said I couldn't kick you from the program whenever I'd please. Keep up the good work, Mr. Millstone, and maybe your daddy won't have to pay your way any further than this spot on my team."

Each and every time she did it, she reasoned with herself that she just wanted her team to be top-tier and remain so at all times

If she had to coax them out of a dark place then that's what she was prepared to do

But now, as she's found herself looking at all five of them gathered in the living room of her house as per usual, she can't help the smile that comes across her face

Michaela's back to being herself, lively and intense like the hurricane she's been since day one, eyes on the prize with no distractions on the way

Laurel seems happier too, but that might have something to do with the fact that those looks, smiles and touches between her and Frank aren't so much fleeting and exchanged in secrecy anymore

Yup, even Annalise was taken aback to find out that the two were an official item but God if that didn't make her day

Wes has been working more on his confidence as of recent, being more open with his ideas and thoughts, not only with the other four students but in front of the whole class too

Baby steps, but meaningful ones, letting the woman know her efforts weren't in vain

Connor has kept up a poker face facade - the one all too regular for him, but she has been noticing the subtle changes

The leisure in his posture when he sits, the easy smile on his face when the five are taking a break from their hard work etc.

And Asher seems to have found anew surge of motivation, now knowing that what he did actually mattered and that at least this element of his life wasn't in the hands of his father

All in all, missions Keating 5 seems to have been a success

And it's helped Annalise find out a little thing about herself too

The answer to the question why she's grown so attached to these students out of all 4's she's coached throughout her career

Simple: Because these five have become her responsibility, like her very own children

And she will protect them as such

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happy deathversary, bonnie and frank!

i am still shattered. the thoughts below were written the day after the finale of htgawm aired, and to be honest, nothing has changed. i miss my traumatized murderers everyday. you especially, my bonbon. i hope you're enjoying the hot showers wherever you are now.

Thinking of how Annalise survived that day and the rest of her years when her two ride-or-die for decades literally took their last breath in her arms, 20 seconds apart.

Did she refuse to let Bonnie’s body go when she’s already being taken away from her embrace? Did Tegan help her arrange their funeral? I’m sure she did. What did she make the both of them wear? Did she include butterflies to make Bonnie happy? Did her eulogy include how much she loves them and how much they loved each other? How she somehow knew they would end up together? I’m sure it was beautiful. Were they cremated and part of their ashes were put in a small urn necklace for her to wear? Or buried next to each other where she visits them when she feels lonely? How did she clean up and sort the Winterfino house? What items did she keep to remember them? Did she keep at least one cardigan of Bonnie to smell it when she misses her? She didn't want to keep any of Sam's things but she didn't love Sam the way she loved Bonnie and Frank.

Everyone's been saying how the death of these two sets Annalise free from a lot of things. How she can now enjoy a life without crime, guilt, and the constant worrying for them — but she was the one who pushed them to the edge, their overflowing love for her made them the person they've become. They've always felt like they have to pay her in whatever way because she took them in and gave them a sense of what a family should be. Sometimes she asked for it, sometimes she didn't, but she knows. She knows and she will always have a cloud over her head having the knowledge that these unhinged lovers didn't die for each other but for her.

They're codependent, the three of them, in every sense of the word. Bonnie and Frank could've ran to Oregon, Annalise gave them a chance to do it, but both of them knew they would never have peace not knowing if she's safe or not. They could never take losing her. Bonnie and Annalise almost lost Frank but they comforted and kept each other grounded. Frank and Annalise did everything just to keep Bonnie alive (how ironic is this now 😭) because at the end of the day, she's their baby. Imagine Annalise losing both of them in one go, no one prepared her for it. She imagined them being there in her funeral, not her arranging theirs.

Annalise will never not love and think of them. She would always have what ifs of what could've been if they're alive, if their kids would have green or brown eyes, if they're brunette or blonde. Bonnie and Frank's photos should've been there during her memorial, no one was ever there for her more than them.

Years later, when she closed her eyes and went, I'm sure she was comforted knowing she'll probably see them both again. The same comfort Bonnie felt when she passed in Annalise's arms, and the same comfort Frank felt when he passed in Bonnie's arms. Full circle.

Endgame in the afterlife.

[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.

[htgawm-incorrect-quotes]

Connor: I want a divorce.

Everyone:

[whatificantbegoodenough]

im sorry if bonnie wanting to take the blame for a murder she did not commit in order to protect annalise isnt a lesbian love story i dont know what is

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Mood

[siyanur]

since there's only one episode left, i have some things to say about htgawm and it's gonna bug me if i don't say it, y'all.

now. i know pretty much everyone is like "annalise saved their asses so many times, now they're throwing her under the bus? the audacity?" okay but. look. throwing people under the bus is what they've been doing since day one. and annalise kind of taught them that. i'm not saying what they did was right, i just think annalise could've seen it coming.

also, annalise does not deserve death penalty (no one does imo, but let's not get political) but she's not innocent either, she covered up all those crimes after all. still, i want her to be free & happy and get a stress-free job. i hope she's faking her death.

i literally can't predict anything when it comes to wes' and laurel's storyline. is wes even really back or is someone hallucinating him during the funeral? did wes help annalise fake her death? who knows.

and of course, michaela. i can't understand how she went from being a competent woman, who raised herself because her step-parents were absent, to being a brat who runs to her daddy every time things get a little complicated. and how she went from being connor's ride-or-die friend to giving zero fuck about what happens to her best friend. that's just...character destruction. at this point writers can just kill her off or send her to jail for all i care.

aren't frank and bonnie the ultimate "the couple that slays together, stays together" duo? i know they're both fucked up, but they love each other the way they are and i don't even care if they deserve to get away with it, i just want them to ride off into the sunset and live in a cabin in the woods and be tender with each other.

i also want connor and oliver to move to suburbs, have 3 kids and adopt a dog.

that's it.

[stavroulaschreave]

Okay but Frank IS the lyric " and after all these things I've done I think I'll love you better now"

[audreyimpossible]

I want to know who the queer poly hero on the HTGAWM writing staff is so I can send them a fruit basket because this episode is a fucking GIFT to me personally.

[leda-asuddenblow]

I am totally OK with a ménage à trois between Annalise x Bonnie x Frank. What is wrong with me?