#wesmc

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imagine yr otp

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Connor Walsh thinks about video reels unspooling. He things about his life, rewinding backwards. Thinks about Wes Gibbins’ kisses and how he’d still steal them all again.

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He’s got it wrong (so wrong), but she lets him-trust her that is- because he’s so wide eyed and willing that Annalise can’t help but think, fuck it, we all have to learn sometime, right?

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Moments don’t make a relationship, Connor knows this, but sometimes he wishes. Moments are all he’s got.

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A conversation between Laurel and Wes post 1x03.

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Find your seat, you don’t want to be a sitting duck when the shooter gets here… With these few words, and this intense look Connor welcomed his new classmate.

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*Don't know how to summarize this, it was just on my mind I guess*

Wes faces reality with Connor (sort-of)

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Most of the time, Wes does just want nice conversation and flowers and stuff so mushy his own mom would probably gag. But, sometimes, his libido turns from a baby deer to a full-grown stag and impales him. Impales him to the point where he can’t even think the word ‘impale’ without blushing and shifting like his ass is empty.