#senior!marley

[robbaerywrites]

"So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?"

“Okay, promise you won’t be mad at me? I know I lured you here this weekend by telling you we were going to do something really fun, but -- well, it is something really fun! Just maybe not what you were expecting. See, I ordered this game... and, uh, my roommate doesn’t want to play it with me, and she told me I shouldn’t ask anyone else on campus to play it with me because I’m just going to embarrass myself. So I was sort of hoping we could play lots and lots of Hunger Games Monopoly? I’m just really excited about it! I pre-ordered it months ago, and then it finally came and all I could do was open it and attempt to play a game against myself. What do you say? Please?”

SEND ME A HUNGER GAMES INSPIRED RP MEME

[robbaerywrites]

"Hey, sleepyhead." n__n

It had been a long day of classes, and all Marley wanted to do was curl up in her bed and fall right asleep when she got home from working on her group project. There was nothing to make her feel better about how stressed she’d been lately except for a good night’s sleep -- without any free time, she’d even been too blocked to write any new songs lately.

Not even turning the lights on, Marley tugged her shirt over her head and pulled her night gown off the top of her dresser, where she’d left it in a hurry earlier. Blindly, she crawled towards the bed, only to find a lump of a human there, already sleeping.

Marley let out a frightened squeak, but it wasn’t a totally unusual occurrence -- her roommate was out of town for the weekend, but it wouldn’t be the first time that she’d told someone they could crash there without warning Marley. Wouldn’t even be the first time they’d ended up in the wrong bed, either; Alice tended to leave a bunch of junk all over hers, making Marley’s seem much more inviting.

Turning off the light and trying not to panic, Marley’s nervous look morphed into a bright smile when she made out the sleepy figure already under her covers. “Ryder!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend and practically tackling him with the hug. “I didn’t know you had time to come visit this weekend! Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded, nuzzling into him and already feeling a hundred times better.

SEND ME “HEY, SLEEPYHEAD” AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO FINDING YOURS IN THEIR BED.

[robbaerywrites]

"You couldn't of known what would happen."

“But I could have been there! If I hadn’t chickened out and gone back to the lodge to read, I would have been there when you fell, and I could have called like... a ski ambulance, or something. Maybe if you’d gotten help sooner, you wouldn’t be -- Ryder, I’m just so sorry this happened to you. I don’t know what to do to make it better.”

SEND ME A BUFFY-VERSE MEME!

[robbaerywrites]

"By the way, I know about the kiss."

"No you don't, Ryder! You don't know anything. Could you please stop with this crazy jealous thing and just trust me? Because it's driving me crazy! I mean, what did you do, snoop through my phone? Since when have we ever been that couple that goes through each other's stuff trying to catch the other doing something wrong? God, if this were the first time this happened, then maybe I could understand, but I - it's always nothing, Ryder, but I feel like you always ask me all these questions, like my answer's suddenly going to change. Maybe... maybe things just aren't working between us. Maybe love isn't enough if we don't trust the other person's going to want to stay with us, because... I don't know, this has just been going on too long, Ry. I can't live like this anymore. I can't just keep holding on while our relationship falls apart. I know it's not all you - believe me, I know I've got my issues too, more than you could imagine - but I just...don't think this long distance thing is working for us. It'd probably be best if we didn't talk to each other for a while, okay? So please... just please don't call me.

And for the record? That text you found on my phone was from my roommate. I switched my name with the name of this really toxic guy she'd been hooking up with in her phone, because I knew she was going to get drunk and go running back to him. I hope you're happy now."

[robbaerywrites]

"Destroying things is much easier than making them."

"Ryder... you're going to have to learn how to cook eventually. When I start going out on tour and stuff, you're going to be by yourself sometimes. Are you really just going to eat out every single meal? You can't be my trophy husband if you gain a bunch of McDonald's weight! I mean, of course I'd still love you, but... I promise we can make it fun, okay? Instead of you feeling the need to smash everything with a spoon because it looks funny, why don't you just let me guide your hands, and...

See! That's better already! You can do it, I know pancakes are hard, but you just have to wait until they're a little more solid - no, no, don't try to flip it that high in the air, okay? Nothing fancy until we're... Oh my God! Oh my God, that is pancake batter in my bra! Ryder Lynn, you are so dead!"

[robbaerywrites]

[text]: Hey, it's not my fault that you had a shitty bed frame that couldn't handle the rough sex you're into.

[text]: Oh my God, Ryder, you can’t just send me stuff like this!

[text]: What if someone saw my phone and thought you were serious?

[text]: I don’t want to get some kind of reputation as… as a sex fiend or something!

[text]: I love you, Ry, and I’m sorry our first time didn’t work out quite the way we planned, but it’s already memorable enough without you teasing me about it every five seconds.

[text]: My new bed’s coming tomorrow, by the way. Hopefully next time you visit we’ll be able to do more than just make out before the bed collapses.

[robbaerywrites]

"We've been robbed!!"

"No, Ry, that's not - stop panicking, babe. No one stole anything. I kind of waited until you fell asleep last night and then moved all of your bobble head dolls into the closet! I'm sorry. I just felt like they were staring at me while I was sleeping, and it was really creepy. Here, let me go get the box. Maybe we can put them down in the basement instead? You know, where they're not bobbling their heads while they watch me in dreamland?"

[robbaerywrites]

Ѡ HEUHEUHEUHEHH

[MSG] I just spit water out all over my new song lyrics.

[MSG] I hope you're happy now, mister!

[MSG] Just because we're sleeping together now doesn't mean I signed up for sexting!!!!!!!!!!!!

[A few minutes later]

[MSG] Next time can you warn me first? Maybe send a message that says 'incredibly handsome boyfriend sending you too hot to handle pictures in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1?'

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.