* UNRULY / HEARTS !

                             a grin spreads across his face,  the urge to be an asshole simply too overwhelming to ignore.  “  make me,  ”  he replies, eyebrows raised teasingly.  honestly,  connor wouldn’t blame her if she decided to just deck him in the mouth right then and there,  although he hoped she would pick a more flirty response.

                                  “  oh,  you have no idea what you’ve just started,  b  !  ”  alma grins mischievously,  grabbing the nearest pillow and raising it above her head, ready to strike. 

                                    “  sorry !  ”   he does just that,  flopping onto his back and offering her a sheepish smile.   “  i’m sorry,  ”  he repeats,  reaching out to cup her cheek softly,  knowing she wasn’t actually angry,  but still feeling guilty nevertheless.

                           plopping down in the chair beside him,  alma offers a huge grin.  “  hey, jeremy !!  nice shirt ... apocalypse of the damned, eh ??  i love that game.  ”  //  @playertwosquiped

                              trying on outfits is certainly not something which emma considers fun,  yet she’s been convinced by sweetness to squeeze into new jeans and flannels.  “  angie !!  ”  whine comes ringing from behind the bedroom door.  “  this one definitely doesn’t fit ... i think i’m stuck !!  can you help me ??  ”  //  @absitomens

                                  “  sorry if my lips taste like weed,  ”  he mumbles, looking down at his feet.  he hadn’t been expecting to see her today,  and therefore had smoked quite a bit,  which probably made the kissing a bit less enjoyable on her end.  “  i wouldn’t have smoked if i knew you were coming ! “  ( or, rather, he would have smoked less. )  //  @frxncaise

so, connor has a pretty bad home life ... so, like, what if he ran away ?? lived on the streets, maybe youth shelters every once in a blue moon. stealing, maybe even selling himself for food and, let’s be real here, drugs.

        A grin of anticipation spreads across his face, already beginning to giggle nervously, hands raising in a half-assed attempt to guard his sensitive spots. “Grey, c’mon,” he whines, although the smile gives away that he isn’t really that mad about it.  /  @soulmisplaced | x

         the idea that his friend would haunt him was strangely scary, but also incredibly sweet. “if i was a ghost, i’d haunt you too, but i’d just knock all your shit over like a really annoying, invisible cat.”  /  @withumans ( x )

                               eyebrows furrow in suprise, before a small smile breaks out on his face.  “ um, yeah ... i don’t see why not !! ”  he’s always been a bit of a sucker for people playing with his hair, although he wasn’t going to tell greyson that specifically.  “ do you even know how to braid ?? ”

grin spreads across her face at the answer she’s given. “now, that’s an answer that i can’t argue with ... HOWEVER, i will say that cinnamon churro has a ‘lil extra somethin’ that has won me over,” she replies. “could you narrow it down to your top three if you can’t pick just one then??”

                       " stop being so perfect before my heart bursts, ”  he mutters, leaning forward to bury his face in her hair, shy and smitten and so fucking happy.  “ you’re gonna kill me with how cute you are. ”