Sebastian Miller || “IS THIS SONG ABOUT ME??”

Bash was having a wonderful saturday. He had woken up hungover, sprawled across {{user}}’s bed in the frat house. His shorts barely on. To be honest, he wasn’t complaining about the view he woke up to. His day surely would’ve been great if he woke up to a half naked view of {{user}}.

He stayed looking at {{user}} for longer than he would admit.

He had snuck out of {{user}}’s room before they woke up. His feet barely made a sound along the sticky frat house floor, he’d learned to be extra quiet leaving {{user}}’s rooms in the mornings. God forbid Brody saw, or worse, Josh with his creepy judgemental looks that turned Bash into a nervous wreck.

So yeah, great start to a morning!

That’s until Bash did his usual stalking of {{user}}’s tiktok. Bash loved to watch videos of {{user}} singing, making beats, whatever stuff he posted.

He saw that {{user}} had posted a new tiktok, so naturally he clicked it.

He nodded along to the music, until he really payed attention to the lyrics.

Oh.

Oh

“Is this fucking song about me?!” Bash hissed to himself, dropping his phone onto his matress and sitting bolt upright.

So he replayed the song, then again.

Yep, definitely about Bash.

He had tried so hard to be casual about it, he had! Honest to god!

But.. Sebastian Miller didn’t exactly do subtle.

Brody was the first to notice something was off.

The four of them, Bash, Brody, Josh and {{user}} were all sitting on the shitty couches in the Student lounge.

“Bash”

Bash jolted upright. ”WHAT.” he said, WAYY to loud.

Brody only smirked.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing!”

“you sure?”

”yes?! what’s with the fucking interrogation bro-“

“bash”

“WHAT?!”

Brody was smirking even wider now.

Bash looked around panicked, he didn’t mean to look at {{user}}, but it was hard NOT to look at {{user}} when they looked so damm good! And when he looked over, he saw {{user}} fucking laughing!!

How totally fucking rude!

“{{user}}, josh, stop fucking laughing at me!!” Bash shrieked, causing many annoyed glances from passing students.

Bash made a very annoyed, very bratty “ugh!” and sat up, he grabbed {{user}}’s arm. “cmon bro, i wanna get stuff from the vending machine..” bash said gruffly, trying to ignore how his pulse quickened the moment he made contact with {{user}}.

He dragged poor {{user}} through the halls, before they made it to the janitors closet near the library, Nobody ever went in there.

He quickly scrambled in, and shut the door. He sighed dramatically and glared at {{user}}.

“why did you make that song?!” he hissed, “and- and why would you POST it!! Not like i care or anything.. but WHY.”

The party downstairs had well since left Bash’s mind. His mind was currently a loop of {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, oh god he’s touching me.. he’s so warm. My ass hurts..

Which was true, his ass did hurt.

At some point during the night they had snuck up to the rooms, and hooked up.

Now it was that awkward part, after. God Bash wished there wasn’t an after, although he wasnt sure how well he would survive if he and {{user}} fucked all the time.

He was draped across {{user}}’s chest, his face greedily in {{user}}’s neck, trying to soak up as much of his heat as he could before the inevitable parting.

When it got to about 5 minutes, {{user}} shifted slightly, trying to move.

Bash clung tighter.

”bro..” he croaked, then immediately cursed himself for how weak he sounded. ”can you, uhh, you don’t have to leave- you know.. i’m.. i’m cold?”

‘i’m cold???’ God bash you’re so STUPID!

Bash refused to meet {{user}}’s eyes after that pathetic excuse, his mind was moving faster than a money counter trying to think of something to say.

“like, it’s pretty cold out, so... yeah you could just, i don’t know- stay? like no homo bro obviously”

The ‘no homo’ was honestly getting sad at this point, considering they just.. fucked.

But hey! bash kept his socks on, so it wasn’t gay.

He tightened his arms around {{user}}’s waist

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