M A L C O L M M O N R O E.

–– ♡ ❛ try to comprehend all these feelings in my mind ; DAMN never thought you'd be the light that guides me when i'm BLIND !! –– you'll never have to worry, don't you know i'm always right behind ya, 'cause to me you're one of a kind ... got me picturing things when it's all black ; got me IMAGINING things when it's all bad – now i'm standing here, spitting lyrics on this track, hoping that you won't leave ... but if you do –––– COME BACK.

[malcolm-monroe]

elliotxknight‌:

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that dude. You sure? Your date might just be running late” he took a sip of his coffee as he sat down opposite him. “I’m Elliot”

his nose crinkled softly, “it’s been two hours but it’s okay. seriously. i really should be used to it. there are worse things to happen.” malcolm pointed out, offering the blonde a smile and then a hand, “hi elliot, i’m malcolm.”

[malcolm-monroe]

juliancolespencer‌:

Taking a seat across from the younger he gave them a soft smile, “Sorry about that, getting stood up is the worst. But hey they best thing to do is not think about it, besides anyone who’d stand another person up with no text or notice or anything isn’t worth giving two shits over.” 

malcolm offered the other a small smile, “i guess it’s hard not to take it personally...or to not like...overthink it.” he gave a soft chuckle, rummaging a hand through his hair, “i’m definitely an overthinker.”

[malcolm-monroe]

“seems uh...like i’ve just been stood up. you can sit there if you like.” the place was crowded and there wasn’t a lot of seating. this wasn’t the first time this had happened, he figured he’d should have been used to it by now. 

[iskvaltrsen]

[damiencleaves]

one night stands were no new thing to damien, hell, a big part of agreeing to move to boystown was the fact that there were plenty of men to hang around and o get to know a little better… in the sheets anyway. so when he came home with a man last night after he spent the evening at the club, it was no surprise that he woke up as the other was failing to quietly stir around to leave. damien rolled over in his bed in the direction of the other man and laughed softly before asking, “what? no kiss goodbye? thought you said you were a gentleman.” the southern boy teased.

[malcolm-monroe]

the young composer was still surprised he’d managed to sleep with damien last night seeing as the other was SIGNIFICANTLY out of his league and drop dead gorgeous. he was so certain that the other male would wake up and regret it, see him in the light and maybe change his mind, which was why he tried to shuffle out before being caught. problem was that he was clumsy and not so graceful. a blush graced onto his cheeks, offering damien an apologetic grin, “sorry.” malcolm said sheepishly, chewing on his bottom lip before leaning forward and capturing the other’s lips within his own for a passionate kiss, he pulled away slightly but their faces were inches from one another, “thought maybe you’d regret what we did last night.”

[rickydanielsnfl]

“Alright, you me a bunch of other dudes, basketball on friday? It has been far too long since I’ve been able to play and I need something to do friday night. How about it?”

[malcolm-monroe]

“i don’t think i’ve ever shot a basket in my life. i’m not the person you should be asking.”

[magneticpins]

[malcolm-monroe]

“GUYS!” The lanky male shouted to no one particular, already on his 5th long island iced tea and still blissfully unaware that it had alcohol in it, “This iced tea is freaking AMAZING!” Oliver slurred, draping his arm around the other, resting his chin on their shoulder, “Go sports!” He cheered, fist pumping the air before turning to face the other and placing a wet smooch upon their cheek, “I love you.”

[elivanto]

[malcolm-monroe]

[ GRANT GUSTIN, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM ] Oh them? That’s OLIVER PRESCOTT the SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR. I saw graffiti on the bathroom stall that said they were ANXIOUS and INSECURE, but I think that they’re PASSIONATE and ENDEARING. I wonder if they will get on with the Crenshaw lot? 

okay me again! with my smol tol son he’s soft and i promise he’ll love you and your muses down. like this if you’d like to plot and i’ll message you!

tw: suicide attempt, hospitalization

-The Prescott family is one of the most prominent families in Beverly Hills, his dad an infamous Director and his mother an A list actress, which means that Oliver was destined for great things ( and even greater pressures ) before he was even born. -What no one knew was that the youngest child of the Prescott family was actually born from a one night stand that Lorelai Prescott had with her music teacher. -Naturally she didn’t tell anyone about the affair and just assumed that Oliver was Simon’s. -To this day, the cat has not gotten out of the bag. -Oliver has never really fit in among his fellow siblings. Every other Prescott seemed to possess and poise and confident demeanor that Ollie never really had. -Everyone in his family says that he’s too soft and easily manipulated and that he lacks a strong spine. -Others say that he’s babied way too much. -Still Oliver has been having panic and asthma attacks since he was a young boy. -Anxiety plagues him often as a catalyst into more severe panic attacks that he has no control over. -The only time he really leaves his mind is when his nimble fingers are gracing the keys of a piano. -It’s like his mind was developed to transcribe music. He looks at sheet music or even blank sheet music and the world seems a lot less scary to him. It just makes sense. The order and the discipline is something that he wished he could apply more to the terrifying world around him. -He’s not very good at talking but everyone stopped giving him shit for it when they realized he was a piano prodigy. -Julliard’s already got their eye on him even though he’s a Junior. -Is back at Beverly Hills High after spending a few months in a hospital. He tried to take his own life during Thanksgiving break. Unfortunately this escaped and everyone knows about it. -He’s doing better but he still suffers from anxiety and sporadic panic attacks. -OKAY so like even though he’s an anxious nervous bean, if he trusts you and you’re his friend, he’ll love you and be so loyal and so good to you and will worry about you all of the time. He’ll probably text you randomly in the middle of the night to make sure you’re alive. -He wishes he was braver and honestly wishes he was anybody else. Really hates himself. -VERY GAY. But he hasn’t come out to his family yet. Not like it’d be surprising or anything. -Afraid to love someone romantically because he knows he’ll just be a disappointment and thinks of himself as a basket case. PLOTS okay EX-BOYFRIENDS like maybe in high school IDK give me angst, FWB, hook ups, one night stands, best friends, brother/sister like friendships, bad influence friends, protective friends UH enemies? HONESTLY just everything pls, ROOMMATES? cause that’d be fun and cute

[eaglesjulian]

Carrying books had become somewhat of a hassle thanks to his broken arm, and no matter how much he asked for help no one would even bat an eye in his direction. This was the accumulative result of all the times he’d been nothing but a bitch and a brat towards his peers, no one liked him, no one cared. So he tried to balance as many books as he could on his good arm and make his way towards class, before someone decided to play a joke on the boy and trip him. Books scattered everywhere, and his eyes watered out of sheer anger. “Fuck!” he groaned as he got up from the floor and tried to pick up everything.

[malcolm-monroe]

Bullying was something that Oliver was unfortunately all too familiar with, seeing as it was what he’d been dealing with his entire life. The lanky pianist was quick to lunge into action the moment he witnessed the actions that unfolded before him but unfortunately he was too slow, unable to catch the other in time. “Woah!” He called out, hand gently gripping at the other’s shoulder, “Are you okay?” Stupid question. Brows knitted into a furrow as he went to pick up the books for the other, giving a shake of his head, “People at this school are jerks.” He mumbled lamely, stacking all of the books within his hands, “Um...where’s your locker? I can uh...help you carry these to it.”

[shawnscozycorner]

[larcse]

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wells: borrowing your bed for a while wells: don’t mind me, when you get home later

[malcolm-monroe]

charlie: you’ll still be there when i get back?

[cleanslatc]

“okay shush now,” she said as she poured baileys into her to-go cup. “i’m curing my hangover while also insuring one for tomorrow.” a laugh left her lips, going in for another sip before extending it out to the person in front of her. “here, have a go –– it’s a great kick for your day.” 

[malcolm-monroe]

TO SAY THAT THE FARMER’S SON WAS unaccustomed to drinking would be an understatement, seeing as he didn’t have his first drop of liquor until merely a few weeks ago. A nervous chuckle escaped from Charlie as he rubbed at the back of his neck, “I uh...what exactly is it?” Cheeks tinting pink as he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by how naive he probably sounded.

[thedailyshawnmendes]

[ledger-heath]

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[oscar-piastri]