𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚎

[onlyheath]

text → sabrina 😛

sabrina: hmmm we'll see 😜

heath: you can't see it, but i'm pouting.

[onlyheath]

text → alice (delta)

alice: you're right, my bad.

alice: of course not, i mean... wouldn't want heath monroe to be seen with someone who isn't a party girl, right?

alice: listen... i don't usually drink. i thought you're checking in on me, but look who's being mean now?

heath: ooh, she's passive aggressive.

heath: it's going to take more than a light weight to tarnish my image, alice. don't be so self deprecating.

heath: what's your definition of mean?

[onlyheath]

text → flynnie winn 🌹

winnie: excuse you i'm always nice??? angelic even

winnie: double bubble green apple, no question. you?

winnie: ooooh see i'm not sure i can do that... sounds a LITTLE too much like a cheap porn setup

winnie: but i can say pretty please with a shot of whiskey thrown in next time i see you

heath: i don't see a halo hovering over your head, miss.

heath: caramel apple pops. copy cat.

heath: oh, so you're more of the pornhub premium type?

heath: but i'll happily take the shot of whiskey.

[onlyheath]

text → alice (delta)

alice: doesn't exactly make everything suddenly better..

alice: when are you not distracted?

alice: i'm okay, thanks. note to self: don't let heath monroe get you drunk.

heath: i didn't expect you to get drunk?

heath: it's a party. was i supposed to sit around and babysit you?

heath: note to self: alice is a light weight.

[onlyheath]

text → alice (delta)

alice: am i seeing this right?

alice: if i remember correctly, didn't you leave me?

alice: after trying to get me drunk

heath: it was one drink..

heath: and to be fair, i didn't leave you. i got distracted.

heath: but at least i'm checking in, right?

[onlyheath]

text → flynnie winn 🌹

winnie: judgement of your response to my answer for you.

winnie: only on occasion

winnie: WOW so i don't even get the good lines i get the google ones???? hurtful...

heath: heyyyyy, be nice!!

heath: ... what's your favorite lollipop?

heath: i'm saaaarryyyy. maybe i'll give you a special preview.

heath: but only if you say pretty please with a little banana on top.

[onlyheath]

text → flynnie winn 🌹

winnie: answer for you

winnie: almost never. thank god for test banks🙏

winnie: well i can tell you that it starts with me roasting you for that line lmao

heath: response to your answer for you.....?

heath: you suck.

heath: roast google, not me. i have better lines than that but i'm saving them for my future book.

[onlyheath]

ofbvlldogs​:

“No way. Well, I would absolutely want to hang out in private with my favorite HM. And you, of course.” She looked at him thoughtfully, one of her few paint-free fingers tapping her chin. “You know, I’ve got just the fix for that.” She then added her third piece to the canvas that was Heath. A four leaf clover (or her best approximation of one- it was paint, after all) on his collarbone. She looked up at him with a cheeky grin. “There, now you’ve got a good luck charm to counteract it. Fuck curses.” Winnie’s cheeks colored when she realized that it had only, in fact, been a few minutes. It had felt longer. Why was that? But she brushed the moment off with a breezy wave of her hand. “If you want to dance with her royal highness, I can go get Morgan,” Winnie laughed. Her sorority sister was a self-appointed princess. “I’m pretty sure I’m more of a pirate. But if you don’t mind dancing with someone as dangerous as myself- I’m in.”

Heath playfully rolls his eyes at her teasing comments, reluctant to retaliate because she would always one-up him. The smile on his face widens when he feels her fingers on his chest once more. Without a mirror in front of him, Heath couldn’t really see what the girl was drawing. It could be a penis or middle finger for all he knew, but the coquettish grin on Winnie’s face said differently. “Wow. Are you implying I’m about to get lucky tonight?” he says with a straight face that only lasts for a few seconds before he’s breaking out into a small laugh. “Kidding. Thank you, your majesty. You’re protecting me from all the demons - aka the Betas.” Heath shakes his head at the mention of Morgan’s name. He knew her very well. Morgan was beautiful, but she could piss him off in the matter of seconds. He’d rather avoid that type of energy for the night. “Ooh, a pirate? Argh?” He says with a little snarl. “I’m down to dance with a pirate - as long as you don’t make me walk the plank, of course.” Without waiting for her answer, Heath takes Winnie’s hand and leads her back into the middle of the crowd. Fuck being on the outskirts, he wanted to be close to her.

[onlyheath]

text → flynnie winn 🌹

heath: alright, question for you.

heath: do you have a pencil?

heath: because i want to write out future ;-)

[onlyheath]

text → sabrina 😛

heath: psst

heath: 3pm. beneath the bleachers.

heath: be there or be ⬛️

[onlyheath]

text → walter 🤪

heath: hey sexy, i found your # written on the bathroom stall

heath: are you looking for a good time?

[onlyheath]

text → alice (delta)

heath: hey, you.

heath: how was the punch?

heath: feeling punchy? 👀

[onlyheath]

ofbvlldogs​:

“Psh, don’t you Theta boys live every day like it’s a meet and greet?” She asked with amused ease. Their reputation on campus was pretty set in stone as being the ‘mature’ house, after all. He added his initials to her arm and Winnie cracked up. She hadn’t expected the bold move from of him. “Ooh, I love the timelessness. You know, I might get this as my next tattoo. HM being for Hannah Montana, of course.” This was one of the things she really enjoyed about Heath- he was easy to be around. A little bit more uptight than herself- but that probably applied to most people. “Equally lucky for me,” Winnie grinned as she added more paint to her fingers, “I’ve never been very discreet at all.” She started adding a second addition to her artwork- her own name in large capitol letters across his button-up. “There, now you’re starting to look quite nice. I mean, a little bit like you’re having an identity crisis- but besides that part.” And if she had gotten to enjoy putting her hands all over his chest, well… that was the beauty of a UV party. “So, when are you going to ask me to dance, Monroe?”

“Actually, I’m close friends with Hannah Montana. Maybe we can schedule a time for all three of us to hangout in private?” Heath casually suggests, lifting a hand to run through his brown hair. Seeing Winnie’s face light up in response to his drawing made his stomach flip. For some reason, impressing the sophomore was on the top of his list - which, quite frankly, wasn’t like him. He glanced down at her hands on his chest, the smirk on his face shifting into something more sheepish. He looks up at her with his eyes lifted in interest. “You know what they say, Winnie. You get someone’s name tatted on ‘ya, and you’re cursed. I might be willing to make the risk, though,” Heath laughs as he takes a step back. He probably looked like an idiot. In fact, if any of his frat brothers spotted him, they’d probably think he’s gone mental. He shifts on his feet at her next remark, glancing down at the ground with a small grin before looking back up. “Well, miss Flynn, I know we’ve only been together for approximately -” he pauses as he looks down at his nonexistent watch. “Ten minutes, but I think it’s time we take the next big step in our relationship. Will you give this poor peasant boy the honor to dance with your royal highness herself?”

[onlyheath]

ofbvlldogs​:

“Offending the pretty host would be a bit of a party foul,” Winnie nodded sagely, “I’m sure that’s in one of those rich kid etiquette books somewhere.“ She looked over her shoulder, grinning as she saw the neon pink lips that now decorated his cheek. She would hardly admit it, but there was something about the sight that she liked. She was a flirt, of course- always had been, but when it came to Heath… he had a certain way of affecting her. Getting under her skin. Or maybe she had just had one too many jello shots. “Well now, who said that I was going to be the one painting you? I was thinking of dropping you off with some freshmen. I’m sure there’s more than a few of them that would absolutely swoon at the chance to get their hands on you,” Winnie teased. “But I guess that I can stick around, seeing as I’m such a fabulous host.” She unscrewed the lid of the paint tube, dabbing her fingers in the neon orange. “Well, I don’t think any of those freshmen would like it. But let’s see how it would look.” Delicate fingers reached up to draw across his forehead, letting the letters form easily. Once she was done, the word HEATH illuminated his skin. “You know, I do think it looks nice.”

“Get out of here, Flynn. It’s a party, not a Heath Monroe meet and greet. We’ll do that this weekend,” Heath teases as he continues to follow Winnie towards the opposite side of the room. He looks down at the tube of paint in her hands, unable to anticipate her next action. If Heath knew anything about Winnie, it was the fact she was unpredictable. He admired it. When he feels her fingers on his forehead, he can’t help but close his eyes and laugh. This is not what he planned. “You know, you’re probably right. I kind of feel like it’s stating the obvious, but some people are dense these days,” he teases as he reaches for a neon green paint tube, unscrewing the lid to squirt on his fingers. Without saying anything, he reaches for the girl’s arm and draws an HM in the middle of a heart on her bicep. “You’re lucky I’m being discreet.”

[onlyheath]

samuclp​:

     there was just something about heath, that just simply didn’t sit well with sam. even though they had their similarities, he felt as if heath was too confident for what he could actually offer. “ really? all i thought you attract was my sloppy seconds but sure. ” samuel said “ sorry my tastes are too immaculate for your understanding, so you might not be able to find me the right drink. ”

Something mixed between a laugh and huff emits from Heath’s lips, amused by the male’s words. “Y’know, I don’t think the Zeta’s would appreciate you calling them sloppy seconds, Samuel - especially when you’re standing right inside their house,” Heath responds while he shakes his head in disapproval “You’re probably right. I don’t drink from the fountain of asshole, but to each their own, right?”

[lukethelukebd]

@onlyheath​

location: zeta zeta zeta house

closed starter: Heath

God Luke loved these parties, welcome week was especially fun, you got to meet a few people you hadn’t butted head for in a while, give the freshmen a taste of things to come, show off a bit… Plus well… Other perks that as he was very much well aware about.

He was strolling through the crowd, shirt already gone and forgotten, a mess of paint adorning his chest and shoulders, bathim him in an otherworldly glow, when he saw a familiar face. Now the rivalry between the Beta Theta and Theta Tau’s VPs, was a matter that had begun when they were both pledges in their respective fraternities in a time that by now he felt was ages before. But truth was, Luke enjoyed bantering with Heath. 

“Heya man…” He chuckled. “Already on the prowl? Or do every girl in town already know what to expect from you by now?” He teased. “You sly old devil.” He chuckled again, pretending to give him a nudge between his legs, but stopping just short of hitting him, just for the fun of seeing him flinch.

[onlyheath]

“Luke Walker, what a pleasant surprise,” Heath grins as he’s greeted by the painted brunette. He tilts his head to the side as he listens to his words, something mixed between a laugh and a huff emitting from his lips. These two go way back - four years to be exact. Heath still remembers the day they were pledges and the antagonizing began. From lighthearted pranks to friendly competition, Heath could always count on Luke for an entertaining night. “Nah, bro. You know how it is - one taste and they’re hooked,” Heath responds nonchalantly, taking a sip from his drink. “But I understand if it’s different for you. Maybe try a different university where the competition isn’t so steep,” he smirks, winking cockily at the VP.

[onlyheath]

 If you like to play rich assholes who are bound to be CEO of a company one day, join Theta Tau Rho. We need more fraternity brothers. Come help us plan our first party.