helloo everyone thank u for being so welcoming towards rom and i, rom lives over on my indie (@oizysd) if anyone is interested in continuing to write together either with him or any of my other kids i have on there pls lmk, take care <333
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⏤⏤ “Well what can I say?” Miko laughs, “I’m a man of the classics. You look stunning, too.” Miko can always find himself comfortable anywhere, but it’s a different sense of comfort when he’s with Rom, a breath of fresh air from conversing with new people, he’s glad he found him. At the question raised regarding his date, Miko finds himself grimacing as his shoulders come up in a shrug. “You know, that’s a question I would love to be answered too.” He jokes. “Kidding, they texted me a while ago saying they’re sorry and found the guy they liked here. And you know what, that happens sometimes! I’m good though, I got the number of this… I don’t know exactly what they do but they have fans apparently.” Where he’s always a natural when it comes to parties, Miko knows that Rom isn’t so much for it. He moves his hand so it’s massaging the back of Rom’s neck with slight pressure, a gesture of comfort that he hopes will translate well. “How about you? Are you doing good? Where’s your date?”
HE CAN’T HELP BUT chuckle a bit, eyebrows quirking up in surprise. “ really? better than you? ” one thing he’s not surprised about is miko seeming to get along well with other attendees —— that’s exactly the kind of guy he is. rom doesn’t mind parties like this, and he rarely has unpleasant experiences, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make him a little nervous to know that so many eyes are on him. always so consumed by how others perceive him, it’s bound to have a small effect on him —— miko, however? not so much, he’d guess. “ oh, wow. at this rate you’re going to leave here being famous, too. the hot mystery guy everyone has their eyes on. ” the touch on his neck makes him grimace playfully, but he finds solace in the familiarity that it brings upon. he gives miko’s waist a small squeeze, lightly bringing him closer. “ somewhere around here—— i didn’t want to suffocate her, ” he explains with a shrug, looking over at him. “ spending all night with me when harry styles and normani are lurking around sounds like a punishment. ” and then another thought comes to mind, so he follows up quickly. “ what’re you doing after this? ”
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that’s just the game, babe / @solitaried·· .
⁺ 𝑶 › he was in a good mood. a superb mood, if he actually had to put a word to it. ( whether it had to do with the quick fuck with sunny or the fact that he was fairly inebriated, ozzy didn’t take the time to theorize ) because fact of the matter was, he had pushed his mind of any and all possible pessimisms that could encroach on his night and instead let himself go. ( in more ways than one ) he could be seen, ascending from one of the hallways, gearing to go back into the ballroom once more ; hand pushing his hair back, running them through the musings she had made in the moment ; fixing his appearance to what it once had been least he wanted serena to murder him on the spot. now that would have been a real downer. just as the doors open for him to re-enter, his focus dies on the appearance on romeo from the corner of his eye and he does a double-take. waving off the men by the door to instead, turn back around and capture his friend’s shoulders in one swoop of his arm. “ and just where do you think you’re escaping to, rom? don’t think you can leave me here with these wolves. ”
REALITY HAS CAUGHT UP WITH HIM, something he wasn’t fully prepared for —— as always, though, he’ll cope with it by pushing it off as much as he can, perhaps until it all goes away. ( and it won’t. ) the night is dying down, and people have already begun gossiping about the event’s happenings, as anyone would after the hype it received. the air is suddenly much more suffocating than usual, though, so the nearest exit begins to entice him until he can’t think of anything else. fresh air should do it, he thinks to himself, do away with how overwhelmed he’s pretending not to feel and relax his mind. despite it all, he walks with his usual calm strides, as though he’s done this every night for years, so full of charisma even when he’s on his own. his gaze is set in front of him, managing to avoid making eye contact with anyone who could be looking his way. lost in thought, he jumps slightly at the tug on his shoulders, eyes widening for a brief moment before they relax once recognition hits. “ you’re going to hold me hostage, aren’t you? ” he replies with a grin tugging at his lips. “ i almost got away with it. ” rom looks ozzy over curiously, observing. “ you look happy. ”
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mik0z·:
& ( broooooooooo … ) &
… @solitaried· …
⏤⏤ Champagne flute in one hand, a semi-famous celebrity’s phone number in the other… safe to say that Miko’s having a pretty splendid night despite his circumstances. Maybe losing his date so early on into the night wasn’t so bad after all. He’s making all these connections, brushed elbows with someone who looked like Harry Styles and now, maybe luck truly is on his side tonight because what better way to make his night even greater than seeing a familiar face? He throws back the last of his champagne and hands over the glass to a passing waiter as Miko makes his way to Rom. “Hey cutie,” he greets, draping an arm over his shoulders, “you come here often?”
IT’S HARD TO TELL whether it’s his upbringing or the charisma that everyone admires him for that makes navigating an event like this only half as hard as it could be. it has to be a combination of both, but rom goes with the former ── even if there have been times in which he realizes that he doesn’t necessarily relate to half of the people here. like a sign of sorts, he finally comes across miko, one of the only people who can make him feel at home at a place like this. he sets his own glass down as the boy approaches him, settling for wrapping his arm around his waist once he’s being embraced. “ really? that’s the pick up line i’m worth? ” he teases, looking around them for a brief moment. “ you look good. where’s your date? ”
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she grins once rom realizes it’s her. “we’re sneaking in of course!” she says in a matter-of-fact way. “didn’t you miss me!” she beams. “kevin! stop! just wait over there! i’m talking to rom! ugh! you’re so annoying!!!!!” kicking kevin to give her some space. “we were trying to find the bathrooms so we can join the party, but we keep getting lost! kevin made the worst blueprints acting like he knows what he’s doing! what an idiot! this is what i get trusting an incel!” she vents ( pun intended ). “soooo how’s the party so far! probably not as fun without me, right!”
HE SHOULDN’T BE SURPRISED, given who this is, but compared to everything he’s seen her pull before this, this is next - level, so it takes him an extra moment to process it all. still, rom manages to mask the panic in his eyes quite well. “ sneaking in, ” he repeats, remaining aware of his surroundings. “ with kevin? this was kevin’s idea? ” the last bit of champagne in his glass is downed soon after, and he suddenly finds that he’s in need of something stronger. “ it’s okay, not worth getting arrested, though ... what’re you guys wearing? ”
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** ♕ &. ── ‧ ¨ ❛ sean was in his element. sort of. after arriving at this new years party, he quickly took notice of the guest list. one face in particular captured his attention ( which was something that rarely every happened. ) the face was a little different now. but, that was to be expected after all this time. older wasn’t really the most appropriate way to describe it. perhaps, more mature. although, has romeo ever been mature? he hopes so as he ducks behind someone at the next table, to hide behind while the male passes by. just because the other male could be more mature, it doesn’t mean that he is. because: he isn’t. in the slightest.
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HE TRIES NOT TO THINK ABOUT the implications of all of this, like how many people have their eyes on him, or the fact that it’s all so much bigger than just an app he initially downloaded for fun. despite what people may expect of him, he’s never been one to crave attention, not at a scale like this. maybe it’s not all that bad, though ; he’s settled into the event decently so far, having had a grand total of zero awkward encounters up until this point. then as he makes his way towards his table comes a brief glimpse of someone eerily familiar, a reminder of everything he’s always so careful to avoid, and initially high spirits dampen. now’s not the time to unpack the rush of emotions that come with it, not when he’s already accidentally made eye contact with sean for a second too long and they’re only inches away from one another. he casts a tight - lipped smile in his direction, nodding once. “ hey. ”
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☾ ╱ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐.
the night had barely even begun , and violet was already sure it would go down in history as one of her dumbest decisions of the year. there was nothing inherently wrong with attending an exclusive love alarm badge club new year’s eve party. there wasn’t even anything wrong with going as someone’s date ––––– unless said date was the one guy in all of toronto she happened to share a long and complicated past with. when rom had invited her , she’d promised herself she wouldn’t overthink it. the word date obviously meant nothing more than companion for the night. they were just old friends trying to remember how to be friends again , really , it didn’t have to be harder than that. but one glimpse at him all dressed up and she could feel the logic exit her brain , like it was oozing out through her ears then evaporating into a little heart shaped cloud above her head. to say she was feeling stupid would be an understatement. violet felt about as savvy as a seven year old , or maybe exactly how she used to feel when they were in high school and he’d laugh at one of her jokes that really weren’t even all that funny.
she’s hyper aware of the little things when she’s with him , like how the backless black dress she’d opted to wear was just a scrap of fabric too long for her tiny frame even in her heels , or how it felt like every other person was staring at her as if to say how are you here with him ? she hated it , how completely ridiculous her thoughts could get. this having feelings bullshit was definitely overrated. focus , vi. there was no point in ruining something before it even started just because she was too in her head to act normal. we’re friends. she could do friends. “ this is like … private school in manhattan prom on steroids, ” she finally muses, leaning closer like what she was saying was grounds for conspiring. and in a way it was natural, gossiping like this was just another fancy event in a long line of charity galas and cotillions they’d attended together , except this time she didn’t belong to that world anymore. “ so tell me the truth — is harry styles really performing or is that just a lie to make the badge club look way cooler than it is ? ” violet teases , a grin chasing her words.
IT SHOULD BE A SIMPLE TASK, repairing a friendship with such a longevity that’s rarely achieved, but that would mean knowing how to do so, and despite the image of perfection that he has managed to sell, that’s one area rom will always lack in. ( among others, many of which are applicable here as well. ) guilt weighs down on him every time they see one another, a reminder of his cowardice and how easily he succumbs to pressure from those who now rarely offer him so much as a text on evenings like this. he likes to think that he’s changed, but in a way, his interactions with violet thus far prove that he has a long way to go. instead of facing the root of their falling out, he opted to ask her to this instead, a metaphorical band - aid that barely covers a third of the wound’s surface. maybe if they go on like this, everything that he did wrong will become undone, and his method of avoiding will once again prove itself as a perfectly viable way of approaching things. he’s running his fingers over the necklace that sits neatly on his collarbone, toying with it out of habit. when violet breaks the brief moment of silence between them, his hand drops to his side, eventually being shoved in the pocket of his pants. “ lots of steroids, yeah, ” rom mutters in response. he leans in in a similar manner, gaze still set on the scene in front of them, a solid attempt at being discreet. her added comment makes him grin, stifling a laugh that makes itself known as a short - lived exhale. a pause follows then, as though he’s carefully considering her question, hesitating. “ i hope he is, for my sake... ” he sucks in air through his teeth, a performance of his own. “ i can’t have you going home thinking i’m not cool. ” then comes another warm smile, eyes glancing over at her and settling onto her features. “ what do we think so far? try not to make me too sad, ” he adds playfully, words as light as always.
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“psst–” it’s a miracle rue is able to detect rom’s silhouette from anywhere and it’s a miracle rom just so happens to be standing near a vent. “psst!” attempting to grab his attention. “rom!” she rattles the vent. “kevin – stop pushing! oh, my god – kevin! are you touching my butt? stop! this is harassment!!!!” —— @solitaried·
GLASS IN HAND, the boy takes a break from small talk with the other attendees to check his phone. a whisper is heard nearby, and he looks around to find no one, eyes returning to his phone until the sound of rattling brings his attention towards the correct place ( the last place he expected anyone to be ). then the girl speaks further, and recognition hits, face paling and hands gripping the glass in his hand tighter than before. he moves closer, visibly tense. “ rue? uh ... hi??? what are you guys doing? ”
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NYE ATTIRE POST > COMPLETED. ( @lovealarmevents )
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NYE PROMOTIONAL POST > COMPLETED.
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some v much wanted plots for the event are under the cut, pls feel free to lmk somehow if any of ur characters would fit and we can Discuss, and dw if we haven’t plotted yet at all we can still make things work JKSDJDF
this is obvious but hey. a date. rom would have asked them as like. a platonic date (so probably limited to non-badge club members he offered to bring along, he would bring anyone as long as they’re his friend tbh) but if they took it as something more then that could be a fun mess too SDFKJJD
someone who isn’t badge club and got into the event, maybe knows about him so they try n stir up a convo and rom is a surprisingly nice person OR they know each other outside of the event and rom is like haha hey wyd here... (especially fun if they snuck in)
ur muse is being extra nice to rom but it’s only bc they saw him speaking to [insert random celebrity in attendance] and want him to introduce them. turns out they’re actually a huge asshole so rom is hesitant and tries to save them from having their dreams shattered
rom is being very suave with ur muse, could easily be mistaken for being flirty but he doesn’t even realize it so they think they have something going but then they see rom hanging out with his date later on and they’re “?!??!??”
a casual friend who he grows closer to bc they end up gossiping together about the other attendees
rom is a BAD drunk and he knows it but somehow he and ur muse got carried away and now they’re both 2 drinks away from being very fcked up whoops
idk this is all i could come up with but if u think we could do s/t for our muses and it’s not here feel free to hmu <3
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she likes the attention she attracts when being seen with rom. how everyone wants to be her and how jealous they are of her. wanting to be in her position so badly, but rom is way out of their league! “really?!” she beams, any type of compliment from him, is the best kind of compliment. “dinner and a movie!” she squeals. “i think ronnie and i need a break from each other, he’s probably tired of me.” she responds quickly. “right, ronnie?” as she turns to face him, he’s already walking the other way. she closes the door behind her, locking it before holding onto rom’s arm. “kevin is going to be soooo jealous!” she snickers. knowing the boy likes her, but he’d rather die than admit that fact. “do you think he’ll cry?” the question could come off sarcastic, but she’s genuinely curious if he’ll cry at the fact they’re hanging out without him. “i planned this whole prank i’m going to pull on him!”
HE KNEW WHAT SHE’D CHOOSE, but he still smiles when she confirms his stance. “ mmkay, whatever you want, ” he says with a nod, and for such a light comment, there’s a lot of truth behind it. put simply, rom likes it when rue’s happy ; who wouldn’t when this is how she is? her question about kevin brings about a bit of concern, and he takes an extra second to think it over. “ do you think he’ll cry? ” rom loves them both, but like anyone else, they have their quirks. one of kevin’s is the fact that he doesn’t like being left out in situations like this, and sometimes rom thinks that he’ll grow to resent him for planning outings with rue alone. “ i guess i’ll take him out another day if he does, ” he decides after a moment. “ you won’t cry then, will you? ” rom adds on with a teasing tone, looking over at her with his head tilted to the side. “ you should be nicer to him, he’s a good kid. ” he knows she won’t be, but he only wants to see how she’d respond to the suggestion. part of her charm is her reaction to things, and rom doesn’t miss out on it. once they’re outside, he unlocks the car from a few steps away and then opens the passenger door for her to enter.
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all sunny wanted was to take her caramel frappe and go back to the bakery, finish the cake she’d been working on - but as soon as she reaches a hand out for her order, a larger hand beats her to it. her eyes widen and she turns to the person, apology sitting on the tip of her tongue. then she realizes who it is, the apology dies out and her brows furrow slightly. “ why are you stealing my caramel frappe? i was here first. ” it’s almost childlike, the annoyed pout on her lips before she’s peeling his fingers back and taking it for herself. she holds the cup close to her chest, as if he’s going to steal it again, and fixes him with a glare.
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IT SHOULD BE A BUSY DAY, so he decided to treat himself to fresh coffee this time around, since he swears he can taste the difference. if he had known that sunny would be here, there’s a chance that he wouldn’t have, but now it’s too late. of course they have the same order, and of course the girl gets snappy with him about it immediately. he scoffs lightly, more in confusion than anger. when she begins to put her fingers on his, he instinctively pulls his hand away, as though he’s touched something that makes his stomach churn. “ i was here first, actually. i was in the bathroom, ” he counters, staring at her in disbelief. ( there’s only a hint of it, though ; this is the exact kind of dramatics he’d expect from her. needless to say, he doesn’t understand the praise the girl constantly receives. ) when she holds the cup closer towards her, he fights the urge to roll his eyes. “ i’m not going to take it from your hands, sunny. that would be rude. ”
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she knows it’s not his fault that she can’t seem to behave normally in the presence of a boy that’s even remotely attractive. still though, when she thinks about it she can feel the familiar sensation of heat creeping up her neck, ready to spread to her cheeks, making it very obvious to anyone looking that he had an effect on her. and she really, really, couldn’t have that. she’d like to keep her cool facade in tact, thank you very much.
but every once in a while, when pushed, she feels just an inkling of remorse, of kindness, maybe a little bit of pity too. she supposes it would be fair, to give him five minutes at least. “ oh, ” she huffs, frowning slightly while considering the potential downsides to this deal, “ fine. five minutes!!! you’re treating me to ice cream later. ”
for a moment, she wonders if maybe it would be easier if she cut some holes in the bag, for his eyes, but realises that might make the whole thing less weird and lean more towards creepy. no, he’d just have to deal with the paper bag until either of the two following things happened: a) he becomes ugly, or b) she’s somehow able to get over her thing, her weakness for pretty boys.
(she doubts either of those things will happen, but one can always dream, can’t they?)
A SIGH OF RELIEF comes shortly after, followed by fingers carefully fumbling with the paper bag. once that’s off, he takes a deep breath, eyes blinking repeatedly as they adjust to the light. “ am i going to have to walk into the ice cream shop with that thing on? ” he asks, rubbing his eyes for a moment. ( he can’t believe he really agreed to all of this, but at the same time, if anyone would ever go to such lengths just to prove a point, it’d be rom. maybe he just can’t believe francesca is making him do this. ) rom uses his hand to cover the side of his face, the only thing visible beneath it being his jawline and just a bit of his lips. the main thing he’s trying to keep hidden is his eyes, which are focused on his laptop screen in front of him, a single hand typing away at his keyboard. one look in the wrong direction and it could all be over for him, with how dramatic francesca gets about this, so he’s especially attentive. ( she takes it all so seriously, he can’t help but be amused from time to time, in between spurts of light frustration. ) it’s harder to type this way, so he decides to focus on editing their powerpoint instead, beginning to adjust the color scheme to his liking. that’ll still take longer than typing up his part, but this feels less painfully slow. he’ll do the rest at home. “ see, this isn’t so bad, right? we’re improving. ”
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hair flower aroma scent
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