It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son, can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"
The girl had sweat rolling down her body from the work out she was almost done with. Gwendolyn was looking in the mirror fixing her hair as she saw the other walk towards the machine she was using, “Hi there, I’m almost done, then I’ll get out of your way” she smirked before turning around grabbing the weights again.
“don’t bother.” the dean’s son huffed out. despite his muscular stature, he didn’t really work out. the only work out he got was from fighting, fucking and sometimes running. “just looking for something.” bash let out an ah-ha as he found a small note labeled ‘bash’ over by the weights, offering her a smile as he showed it at evidence, “continue doing your...muscle thing.”
“ alright, what kind of trouble are we getting into tonight? and before you talk shit, yes, i was complaining about being hungover earlier, but it is saturday night, so if this trouble doesn’t involve alcohol or at least a blunt, i can’t promise i’m game. ” @yalestarters
a flirtatious smirk preyed onto the dean’s son, hungrily taking in the sight of the other as he took a step forward, making the space between them minimal, “what if...we do something that involves both?” he suggested with the cock of his brow, “and i can think of a few other fun things the two of us could do.” subtly was never his strong suit.
hey guys, sorry i’ve been MIA! i think i mentioned before on rory that until monday things are gonna be a little crazy. i’m with family, doing memorial things and it’s all been a lot!
“ah-” he’ll nod , and it doesn’t go unnoticed of the other’s gaze . it’s why an underlining smirk , that almost mirrored tall dark and handsome’s , has reached his eyes . “that’s ‘cause you don’t know anyone with the good stuff-” he’ll add , and there’s a perk of his brows . “gotta’ get in with the good graces , maybe sneak into delta sigma .” and he says that , knowing he’d seen the other loitering with the socialites ; you’d have to be an idiot not to . “whiskey?” ears perked , and he’ll shake his head . “man after my own heart — gimmie’.” the last part lipped through a playful taunt , reaching forward and grasping the flask . he’ll unscrew it , and toss back the warm liquor with a scrunch of his nose , followed by a cough . “shit– see-” and he clears his throat . “meet the right people , and they share their whiskey .” outstretching it back , they were trapped in this library until the storm passed . “wanna’ slum it for a bit?”
he gave a challenged raise of his brows, shaking the flask, “nah. i know someone. my dad. though i’m definitely not in his good graces.” people were intrigued by bash because he was the dean’s son but once they realized how socially awkward and reclusive he was, they were no longer as interested. the only language he spoke fluently was classical music and it appeared as though not enough people at yale spoke that language. “anything for you, babe.” throwing the other a wink before chuckling at mads’ response, patting a gentle (and lingering) hand against the other’s back, “not a fan? this shit was expensive too.” he gave a shrug of his shoulders, “sure. we could also make out a little bit.” the pianist offered nonchalantly.
“oh, really?” he mutters, clearly disinterested, all focus on the screen of his laptop. fingers hover over the keyboard, bored eyes glued to an open word file. he’s been in this position, on the couch, for what feels like hours. a heavy sigh escapes. murray runs a hand through his hair, rubs his right eye with the lower part of his palm. brows furrow. eventually, gaze moves to the boy before him. “stuck? it’s rain, dude— not a fucking.. tornado of sharks.” a low huff. “whatever. whatcha got there?” he reaches out for the flask, can’t help but notice how damp it is on the outside. he takes a quick sniff, then a gulp. a grimace, then he sighs, returning the bottle. eyes rest on the other. “alright, dude. before you start getting fucking shitfaced on my couch, how ‘bout we get ya’ out of these wet clothes?”
“it’s COLD rain.” the dean’s son pointed out with a huff. he could already feel the goosebumps prickling against his chest, giving an involuntary shiver, “and it’s not just a little sprinkle, it’s POURING and windy.” bright orbs shamelessly rake up and down murray’s body, not so subtly checking the other out. perhaps he was being a BIT more dramatic than normal, maybe wanting an excuse to stay cooped up with the curly haired male. “whiskey. stole it from my dad’s office. it’s the good shit.” a slightly amused smirk preyed onto his lips as he watched the other take a drink, giving a cock of his brows, “one sip and you’re already trying to get me out of my clothes, down boy.” he purred, teasing though his fiery gaze dared to challenge murray.
“i knew it.” asher ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes fixed on bash’s once they finally made contact. he tried to hide his disappointment when bash’s chest was covered up once again, but he couldn’t be too upset about it, considering he knew it probably wouldn’t be long before both of their clothes were in a pile on the floor. “you really don’t need to try that hard with me, haven’t you learned by now?” his fingers danced up bash’s chest, feeling the fabric of his own shirt on the other’s body. “dance was fine. my legs are a little sore, though. might need someone to rub them for me.” asher’s breath hitched when he felt bash’s hands on his thighs, though he tried to keep his composure as cool as possible. “is that what you’re into? no. i don’t wear a tutu to class, dummy.” he moved in, his lips ghosting bash’s - nearly touching, but not quite. “but uh… maybe i can be talked into putting on some tights after class, if you’re lucky.”
gaze dared to break from asher’s, flickering down to take in the sight of the other’s lips just as the dancer ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “hmm.” the dean’s son hummed, breath hot against the other’s face in the process as he moved his hands down so that they were now gripping asher’s inner thighs, “i think you need to remind me. teach me a lesson.” he smirked again, fitting seeing where they were. his own breath hitched at the feeling of the fingers against his chest, muscles contracting under the touch, “i can totally do that.” using his hold to now knead his hands against the other’s thighs, massaging his muscles and honestly he wasn’t interested in restraining himself much further, taking asher’s bottom lip between his own lips. they both knew that he didn’t well with being teased. he could serve it but he couldn’t take it. “i think we’re both always lucky, huh?” bash breathed out, playfully tugging on asher’s bottom lip.
“fucking fantastic. honestly, the weather sucks and i’m going to blame it when i’m late on my paper.” she was exaggerating, because her paper wasn’t due for another few days. she was just an overachiever, who needed to get the paper done the day it was assigned. she raised a brow as he pulled a flask out of his backpack. “do you always carry that in there?” she chuckled. “don’t mind if i do, thanks. what’s in it? i mean, not that i care because i’ll drink it either way, but just curious.”
“it’s cold rain too.” the pianist offered, though he wasn’t sure how that tidbit of information was helping. maybe he was just trying to add to the conversation, “is it like...a paper you have to upload? you could say the wifi was blown out or something.” again, this information wasn’t useful and his social anxiety was taking over so he took a swig and hoped the alcohol would calm his nerves. “whiskey. stole it from my dad’s secret stash too. it’s good shit.” bash offered her a small smile ashe gave her the flask.
a pen dangled between mickey’s lips , undoubtedly muffling his words . “flip that page for me .” he requested as lightly as he could to the person closest . see , both hands grasped his most practical acoustic guitar , tuning the strings like clockwork . he needed a helping hand to turn over his sheet music . memorizing the piece that bored him to tears was key for his composition class . @yalestarters
when it came to music, you didn’t need to ask bash twice, he’d do just about anything for fellow students who were perfecting their craft. “a please goes a long way.” though skilled pianists fingers wasted no time in helping the other flip the page, not wanting to disrupt the other’s song and wanting to hear more. “sounds good.”
“It’s Tuesday evening, why the hell – you know what, yeah that’s a no.” Shaking his head at the actions of the man he cleared his throat and pulled his phone out to distract himself. “I guess being the son of the dean lets you get away with just about everything, hmm?”
again he rolled his eyes and paired it with the shrug of his shoulders, “suit yourself. more for me.” this was one of the many disadvantages of being his father’s son, people assuming shit. “yup, i’m just a downright prince.” it wasn’t like he was doing anything illegal seeing as he was twenty three. though it...definitely wasn’t allowed on campus.
Riley had made it into the room just minutes before the other. She too was soaking wet head to toe, shivering from the coldness of her clothes. “It’s a bit ridiculous, I could have predicted a better forecast then those dumbass weathermen.” She huffed to the other. “IF you don’t mind sharing, I’ll gladly take some.” She said walking over to him. “I’m Riley by the way, I don’t think we have met yet.”
a sigh escaped from his lips, rummaging a hand through soaked raven locks as he shook his head, “i should know better at this point...to not trust the iphone weather app.” bash eyed her suspiciously. she was friendly and he didn’t trust friendly, “bash. here.” he shoved the flask her way, not the best with social interactions sort of the equivalent to shrek in the beginning of the films.
asher smirked at bash’s display, leaning back a little more in his seat and spreading his legs to make room for him to come in closer. “did you somehow make it rain, just so you could have an excuse to try and fool around with me in an empty classroom? because i wouldn’t put that past you. i truly believe you could have that power, if you tried.” the thought of it was pretty appealing, he had to admit, even though he knew it was dangerous. then again… maybe that’s why it was so appealing. his eyes followed the reveal of skin as bash lifted his shirt over his head, and a familiar feeling began bubbling low in his stomach - one that was pretty damn common around the other man. “you really want to wear my sweaty dance clothes? that does it for ya? you’ve got some weird kinks, my guy.”
things with asher felt effortless, their dynamic was easy, physical. no strings attached, just pure and raw attraction and bash was honestly just glad that asher could keep up. it probably had to do with the passion the two of them held for their respective crafts which was the same sort of passion they both seemed to bring into the bedroom (or wherever they chose to go.) the dean’s son settled within asher’s legs, gaze not breaking from the dancer’s as he leaned forward and looped his arms around the other’s neck, “you caught me. started a whole fucking storm just so we could fuck in the storm.” his skin felt hot as he felt asher’s gaze burning him, the familiar look of desire reflected back into his own bright orbs as he crumpled his soaked shirt and let it fall to the floor, “again...these are all just ploys to get you out of your clothes.” though he pulled the dry shirt overhead, mainly because the goosebumps against his flesh were unbearable and he was pretty sure his current shivering was anything but sexy. “how was dance? think i’m playing in one of your classes tomorrow. one of your classmates was extra and wanted yale’s best pianist for their performance piece.” hands fell to grip at asher’s thighs, fingers gently digging in, “will i get to see you in a tutu? or tights?” he teased, the distance between them minimal as his lips hovered dangerously close to asher’s, feeling his own heart begin to pick up speed.
“ ah. never trust the weathermen - most of the time it’s just a guess. ” she eyes the flask before chuckling softly. “ i think i’ll have to pass. i’ll have to make my way through the rain at some point - i’d rather not be tipsy while i do that. ”
“is siri considered a weatherman? either way i’ve never trusted her either.” bash gave a nod of his head, “if you insist. well we should at least look around to see if we can find you an umbrella. it’s really unbearable out there.”
mitchell was on his way back from a party when he suddenly found himself stranded under an awning with the other male during a huge downpour, “fuck the weather - it’s not a real science“ he ranted a little. “hit me up” mitchell smirked as he looked at the flask.
“just fucking annoyed that i didn’t prepare better.” summer rain was something he could deal with but now that fall was upon them, the rain was cold and as a result HE was freezing his balls off. at least the whiskey would warm him up. “right answer.” bash said with a smirk before handing the flask to mitchell, “should we do a shot every time we hear thunder?”
asher glanced up when the other came in, and, though he tried to be sympathetic, he couldn’t help but snort at just how wet the guy was. he was definitely glad that he’d made the decision to camp out in an empty classroom when he’d noticed the sky beginning to cloud over. “shit, man. you’re soaked.” he watched as the flask came out and shrugged, taking it from him and having a quick sip. it’s not like he had any other plans for the afternoon, and one little drink couldn’t hurt.
once he’d swallowed, he handed the flask back over and unzipped the duffel bag beside him. “you’re bigger than me, so i’m not sure if any of this will actually fit, but i have a spare change of clothes in here, if you want to change. they were for after dance class, but i got lazy, so…” he gestured to the sweatpants and tank top he still had on from class. he’d planned on showering once he’d gotten back to the house, but he’d had to make a detour due to the rain. “they’re clean, i swear.”
his signature smirk preyed onto pink lips when he realized just who he was talking to, taking a massive step forward as he towered over asher, “fucking drenched. whattya think? it a good look on me?” bash teased, nose crinkling before he gave a shake of his hair, raven locks whipping back and forth as he purposefully splashed asher with the results. his own hand dropped to fiddle at the strings of asher’s sweatpants, raising his brows, “cute.” he took another swig before taking the clothes that were offered, grateful that they had the classroom to themselves but knowing the two of them, that meant trouble. both of them knew that bash was not a wordsmith, peeling his shirt overhead as he gave the other a grateful and half mumbled, “thanks. but maybe i wanna wear what you’re wearing. maybe you should just take it off.” he teased with a chuckle though the pianist’s fingers trailed down asher’s chest, still wet with a couple of droplets which left a trail in the process.
[ & ; * - matt daddario / homosexual / he/him ] isn’t it weird how close { sebastian 'bash' monroe } resembles { matt daddario }? damn, i heard they are a { twenty three } year old { undergraduate } and a member of { delta sigma chi } studying { music composition }. outside of class { bash } participates in { art } and their party anthem is { colors } by { halsey }.
hi guys! i’m madison and sorry for posting this so late. i have family visiting so my activity is gonna be a little spotty until after this weekend. i’m also playing rory (the kristine froseth fc!) anyways like this if you’d like to plot with bash and i’ll message you!
tw: child abuse, death
There he is, the Dean’s son and a Yale Legacy!
For as long as he could remember, it’s unfortunately always been him and his father. His mom died while giving birth to Bash and his Dad has never ever forgiven him for it.
Their grandparents are never really around except for when they need Bash and his father for publicity but mainly they benefit off of the school’s wages and go on extravagant vacations and want nothing to do with the Monroe boys.
His father is abusive though he hides it well because…he’s the Dean of the school. Both physically, emotionally and verbally. Since he’s been dealing with it his entire life, he’s sort of accepted it as something that he deserves so he doesn’t really fight it. After all, if it weren’t for him his mother would still be alive. And his father isn’t hurting anyone other than him so Bash has never…really seen the problem. A complete victim’s mindset.
So due to this he thinks he’s a worthless piece of shit that won’t amount to anything and who doesn’t deserve love or happiness. As his father constantly reminds him, he’s just a burden on the world and all around him, feeding to the country’s overpopulation. He was the biggest mistake of his Dad’s life.
Even though Sebastian is a MAN now, a whole 23 years, he hasn’t gravitated away from his Dad. Again, he thinks he deserves it and he believes he needs his father. Dean Monroe has convinced him that he wouldn’t survive a minute in the world without him. Bash is just…delusional and as much as he hates his Dad, he grossly respects and values his opinion. After all he doesn’t know better and doesn’t know anything more.
On the frequent occasions where his father beats him to where it’s visible, Bash will usually go to a bar and elicit a fight to get more flesh wounds apparent so that he has an alibi. So basically everyone at Yale just thinks he’s a drunken troublemaker who gets into a shit ton of fights. Which like…isn’t wrong. He is drunk or high 99% of the time and he’s getting into fights.
At least when he gets hit, he feels something. Whereas he’s gotten so good at numbing and shoving down any sort of feelings. Shout out to liquor!
He’s always loved music, it’s his sole happy place and when his fingers are gracing that of a piano it’s like…he’s transported away from the bullshit. As lame as it sounds, he feels like his piano is his only and last connection to his Mom. She used to play and when he plays, he feels like he’s playing for her and to her like…spiritually. He can feel her when he’s writing, composing and playing. She gives him the music and he puts it to paper.
Also gay af.
ALSO DO NOT CALL HIM SEBASTIAN. it’s a massive fucking trigger for him! it’s what his dad always calls him before he’s about to beat the shit out of him. i mean you can but he won’t react great.
His ex-boyfriend is Grayson and his father forced him to break up with him
Also Bash got into Julliard with a full ride scholarship but his dad is...possessive so he fucked with his admissions and made it so Bash could not get accepted into any other school.
PERSONALITY WISE:
He’s a sarcastic asshole who tries to act all tough but who is severely craving human intimacy and companionship. When people start to get close and he starts to trust them, he panics, literal panic attacks that cause him to just snap and do everything he can to push that person FAR away and out of his life. He’s really smart but he doesn’t think so which means he doesn’t apply himself. Doesn’t really trust anyone. Will party and sometimes when he’s really high he’ll like…relax and cut loose and be real with people but then the next day he’ll deny it ever happened.
PLOTS:
In simple terms: FWB, Exes that he probably cheated on or pushed away, Hook ups, Friends, Study buddies, party buddies, smoking buddies, reckless shithead buddies etc.
MORE DETAILED PLOTS:
ROMANTIC/PHYSICAL:
[ current | fwb ] muse a and muse b met through mutual friends and quickly hit it off as friends. offhandedly one day, muse a mentioned something one day that muse b quickly turned sexual. they locked eyes and the next minute they were in a room, locked away, undressing each other. after exiting the room, the two agreed that it would never happen again…until a few days later, when it did. they keep saying they won’t come back for more.
[ current | just do it already ] muse a and muse b have been in love with each other for like, ever. neither of them are willing to admit it though, even to themselves. their friends are constantly joking about it and they both wave it off – but when one isn’t looking, anyone could see the adoration in the other’s face with ease.
[ past | dating ] muse a and muse b were the kind of people that immediately rejected each other, going to other people instead. then muse a found themselves in a room with their ex and pulled muse b aside to ask them to fake being their significant other for the night. over the next few hours, their fake date became a real one and soon things progressed into a relationship.
[ previous | friends…i guess? ] muse a and muse b were friends prior to their spontaneous hook-up and their world turned upside down. dazed, they decided to start dating that moment and to their credit, tried to make it work for a few weeks. muse a finally ( and nervously ) let out that they weren’t feeling it. to their relief, muse b admitted they were feeling the same. they decided to stay friends, but now have the added “i’ve seen you naked” awkwardness.
[ previous/current | on again, off again ] muse a and muse b love each other, but their relationship is toxic so they are constantly on and off. they always get along as friends, but the second they became lovers something always changes. they care a lot about each other, but something always goes awry.
[ your choice | hook up ] muse a recently broke up with their significant other, and in their post-breakup state got some revenge by hooking up with their ex’s best friend, muse b. neither expected the night to be so…memorable. your choice on what they do about it.
PLATONIC:
[ positive | two way street ] muse a and muse b frequent the same coffee shop and often made casual hellos to each other until the coffee shop raised their prices. muse a went to order their usual drink and lifted their eyes in surprise at the new price, hand helplessly prepared to hand over exact change. muse b quickly swooped in and saved the day, buying both of their coffees. next time they were both in the shop, muse a paid for muse b’s drink. they flip who pays each time as some sort of game now, but they’ve only had minor conversation as one or the other always seems to be in a rush.
[ positive | friends ] when muse a moved in, they didn’t expect to see muse b climbing up/standing on the fire escape right outside their living room window. they went to confront muse b and scared them, making both fear for the life of muse b for a moment. apologetic, muse a invited muse b in and the two connected almost immediately. ( muse b may or may not have explained their presence on the fire escape during this conversation // reason could have been that they knew who lived in muse a’s apartment before but didn’t know that they moved )
[ current | platonic or romantic ] *tw: alcohol. muse a and muse b met at a bar. throughout the night, muse b got more and more inebriated. being the good ( or bad ) samaritan they are, muse a decides to take muse b back to their house before they end up on the floor. when they arrive at muse a’s building/house, muse b ( loudly ) asks muse a how the heck ! muse a knew where they lived. turns out – they live a mere few floors/doors/houses away from each other.
[ current | platonic ] muse a is an extrovert – so much so that when muse b started moving in, they didn’t even wait for the moving truck to pull away before introducing themselves. in fact, muse a even started helping unload the truck without being asked. ( BONUS: muse b was super grateful for the help and their relationship is great // muse b is Grumpy™ and was annoyed that muse a started helping without asking and their relationship is tense. )
brows furrowed with amusement , and he’s leaned back in a chair . “yo , do you always carry fuckin’ alcohol in your backpack ? what do you think is going to happen ? the frats might run out ?” he’s giving him a hard time , lips pursed with a grin . “i mean , i’m not complaining about the show and all- asking for a friend , whatcha’ got in there?”
mischievous orbs shamelessly took their time taking in the sight of the other, signature lopsided smirk preying onto his lips as he gave a shrug of his shoulders, “the frats DO run out. or the only shit their stocked with sometimes is cheap beer. i’m a man with needs.” bash teased, slicking back soaked locks before offering the flask to him, “whiskey.”
