One Beautiful Disaster

Kylie Malena, Holly Rider, Rayden Hartless, and Savannah Jones [multimuse rp blog muses&mun 21+]

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

"I don't care. I'll sleep on the couch." She offers, running her hands through her hair, "Sorry, I'm pushing my shit on you."

[unabelladisastra]

"I didn't ask for you, I asked for me." He stated, the mere gesture of a shrug of his shoulders arising, "I live in a house with three other girls, pushing 'shit' on me is nothing compared to what I've endured with the three of them." It's true, between Kylie, Holly, and Savannah, it was never a dull moment, but of course, he began regretting moving to America with the three girls, "Why don't I just pull out the air matress you can sleep on the bed, and tell me why you hate going home? Hm?"

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

"Rayden-" she smiles at the name in her mouth, usually she seemed so much better. So much more okay. "I just-I'm asking you to let me stay with you t-tonight." She bites her lip, starting to calm down again.

[unabelladisastra]

At the sound of his name, his brow quirked, "And I told you you make your own decisions." He stated, obviously, that wasn't enough to confirm the answer, "Yes, alright? Yes you can stay." He wasn't one for the overly romantic side, kissing, hugging, elaborating on a topic, "I don't care if you stay, but couch or bed for me?"

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

She squeezes her eyes shut to hide her tears, biting her lip hard. She was physically shaking. "P-please, don't m-make me go back t-tonight. I-I hate it there. D-don't make me g-go." She begs softly, bright blue eyes opening.

[unabelladisastra]

There it was, there before him, he saw a young girl cracking and breaking beneath the surface; it was just a waiting game to see her break. To find out the answers that he's been wanting to know, "I'm not making you do anything. I told you from the very beginning, you make your own decisions, I don't make them for you. If you want to stay, stay."

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

She tries to pretend she wasn't afraid to answer the question. "Nothing's wrong!" She retorts quickly, clasping her hands behind her back, "I—I don't know what you're talking about." She was fidgeting and moving around. Had she taken her adderall this morning? Probably not, seeing as though she could never find the damn pills.

[unabelladisastra]

"Something's obviously wrong, since when did you snap on me like that?" He inquired, gesturing towards the arising expression along her features and her rushed action of removing her hands from his sight. "Talk to me, you want to leave, but you won't tell me why. You're rushing me, but you won't tell me why -- I'm not stupid you know? I can tell when things are off."

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

Nails filed into points were scratching against raw skin, barely started within the healing progress. At this point in their friendship, she assumed he could recognize the signs of her fear, and she knew he saw some of the bruises after days like today. Days where she was anxious and afraid, the second she thought about going home to that dark place. “I-I dunno.”

[unabelladisastra]

He had noticed the marks and scarring's placed upon her open flesh. Though, he hadn't questioned her to re-open any cuts, as if pouring salt on an open wound. Though he had no intentions of asking her questions, doesn't mean he didn't want answers, "You do know," He stated briefly, "What's going on with you? Your anxious, I can tell my your nails digging and scratching, you're rushed -- what's wrong?"

[unabelladisastra]

"This shouldn't be that hard to figure out? Right? But why can't we figure it out? Two brains are smarter than one?"

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

"Can we go—please?" She asks, starting to look anxious. She kept looking down at her phone, as if she was afraid of what would happen when she got back to the orphanage.

[unabelladisastra]

Hesitation roared across his face with a sense of uncertainty of why she kept glancing at her phone, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

[warcraftedits-blog]

[moderately-archived-deactivated]

"Well it did." Spence mumbles, running a hand through her hair. "I don’t remember ever asking for your opinion, either. Now are we leaving or not?"

[unabelladisastra]

"It's a compliment of the highest flattery ----" He paused, "Well it should be taken as one." His orbs grew into a surprised expression, "If you're going to be sassy, no."

[estasfuera]

“A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Erica by my side, A little bit of Rita is all I need, A little bit of Tina is what I see, A little bit of Sandra in the sun, A little bit of Mary all night long, A little bit of Jessica, here I am…”

[mi-shellvp]

If you don’t know this reference, you’re definitely too young for me. 

[siouxzie-queue]

You know you sang it in your head.

[unabelladisastra]

Does anyone at all want to rp? Literally anyone. You can have your pick of the muse.

Kylie (Amanda Seyfried) Holly (Holland Roden) Savannah (Hayden Panettiere) Rayden (Colton Haynes)

I'm completely okay with you guys making starters and tagging me in it, even if we aren't mutuals. I feel like that's how you make friends, but if you do, tag the character in your tags that you want. We can plot together, wing it, or I can go through your wishlist (since mine is at the very beginning) and we can conjure up something together.

[mystical-fairytale]

[crossedwiires-blog]

a thread where muse a asks their best friend muse b to make out w/ them at a party to make the person they’re into jealous and then said person walks in and muse a immediately presses muse b against the wall and kisses them and it gets really heated and when they finally pull away muse b tells muse a that the person is gone and muse a is just like “i don’t give a fuck” and kisses them again :~)

[unabelladisastra]

"Okay, look I'm sorry, I didn't realize saying your butt looks huge in that, would offend you."

[nashvillecaps]

[its-lydiaxbanshee]

[destelle]