#ihq:penelope

[connorhq]

texts 📲 ( connor/penelope. )

CONNOR: this is lowkey a request, mostly me just being needy tonight.

CONNOR: come over.

CONNOR: i'll bake a cake in the morning for us.

[catferro]

txxt ;; penny n’ ryan

RYAN: I've sinned!

[gail-hq-archive]

texts 📲 ( penny & gail. )

GAIL: is it friday already

GAIL: god i need a drink

GAIL: you're buying

[casey-hq]

iMESSAGES 📲 CASEY/PENNY.

CASEY: GIRL.

CASEY: You guys are not slick.

CASEY: Idk who you're trying to fool here, but you're not fooling me.

CASEY: Like, get married already.

CASEY: JESUS.

[spencer-hq]

SPENCER 📲 PENNY.

SPENCER: You should do my makeup one day.

SPENCER: I bet I'll look prettier than Connor when it's all said and done.

[connorhq]

texts 📲 ( connor/penelope. )

CONNOR: would you judge me if i had a one direction song stuck in my head?

CONNOR: i'm not saying that i do, i'm just asking.

CONNOR: for science.

[catferro]

txxt ;; penny 'n ryan

RYAN: 😭😭😭

RYAN: THE MOMMY CHEETAH DIED PENNY

[casey-hq]

CASEY 📲 PENNY.

CASEY: HEY PRETTY PENNY

CASEY: Are you pregnant yet?

[gail-hq-archive]

who: Gail Weston & @penny-hq

where: Street down LA

when: 2 July, 2019

Stumbling over a crack on the sidewalk, Gail cursed everything from her heels to her dress to that stupid guy who looked at her weirdly for the millionth time. Was she having a bad day? Obviously. Did she care about her current state? Fuck no. Was she drunk? Not if it’s a police officer asking. God dammit, why the freaking hell did her mother have to call her today of all days. Gail barely made it a few more steps before she stumbled once again. This time, she was lucky, or rather unlucky enough, to have someone nearby to hang onto lest she fall flat on her face. 

“Thanks.” She mumbled out, her gaze still firmly on the stupid concrete who dared to trip her. It wasn’t until the other person spoke that she lifted her eyes. Well shit. 

[gail-hq-archive]

texts 📲 penny & gail.

GAIL: u me drinks now

GAIL: this is long overdue n u know EXACTLY y

[connorhq]

DATE & TIME: July 4th, late night. 

LOCATION: Connor’s apartment.

OPEN TO: @penny-hq

WARNINGS: None.

“Hold, please. I need to take off these American flag trunks. I’m sick of them already.” Connor was comfortable enough with Penelope (obviously) that he took off his trunks right then and there before making his way to his room in just his boxer briefs to grab a pair of basketball shorts. “Now, where were we?” he asked as he made his way back to the kitchen, having grabbed sweats and a hoodie for her in case she wanted to wear either or. “Oh, right. I was going to teach you how to make pizza. I know it’s not the same as your favorite pizza joint, but I promise it’ll be just as good. You still in?” 

[connorhq]

texts 📲 ( connor/penelope. )

CONNOR: don't think i didn't see you talking about your bday.

CONNOR: don't think i haven't already been thinking about to get you.

CONNOR: gotta spoil my girl.

[connorhq]

DATE & TIME: Thursday, May 23rd. Morning. 

LOCATION: Connor’s apartment. 

OPEN TO: @penny-hq

WARNINGS: None. 

Apparently, there was always a song stuck in Connor’s head - whether it was the latest top 40 hit or an obscure song from the 70′s, he was seemingly humming a tune when he was alone. Except he wasn’t alone at the moment. Penelope was somewhere in his apartment, either still sleeping or taking a shower, he wasn’t sure. They often spent time together because it was fairly easy with them. They could hang out, eat pizza or Chinese, play video games, end up naked between the sheets, then hang out in the morning as if it was nothing. They were friends. They were each other’s to-go booty call. Nothing more, nothing less. Easy, just how he wanted things at the moment. 

While he was chopping up vegetables for an omelet for Penelope, he found himself humming ‘Hey Look Ma, I Made It’ and dancing along to the tune in his head while wearing nothing but boxers. This was just who he was, and he was sure Penelope was used to it. He furrowed his brows as he juggled between the many things he was cooking, then quickly asked Alexa to play his Panic! At The Disco playlist. “You have ten minutes to get your ass over here” he called out with a chuckle, “or else I’m gonna eat everything I just made.” 

[connorhq]

texts 📲 ( connor/penny. )

CONNOR: you left beau and i to fend for ourselves and now we bought 3 pizzas that we would share if you were here.

CONNOR: but you're not.