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goldenfms​:

with  her  heels  echoing  through  the  parking  lot  ,  julia  waved  her  hands  trying  to  clear  the  smoke  .  “  i  don’t  want  a  lighter  ,  what  are  you  doing  here  by  yourself  ,  it’s freezing  ,  ”  she  said  hugging  herself  .  lying  her  head  to  the  side  ,  she  tried  to  see  inside  the  car  ,  seeing  the  infamous  key  in  the  ignition  .  “  again  ?  gosh  ,  i  wish  you  were  kidding  .  ”  her  eyes  went  from  him  to  the  car  as  she  tried  to  think  of  an  alternative  .  “  okay  ,  so  we  can  call  to  a   locksmith  ,  and  if  they’re  closed  ,  i  can  give  you  a  ride  home  .  what  about  that  ?”

romeo   simply   points   at   his   car   at   her   question;   he   could   barely   feel   the   tip   of   his   fingers,   standing   there   for   nearly   half   an   hour   before   someone   he   knew   walked   by.   he   can’t   help   but   roll   his   eyes   at   julia’s   offer---   she’s   trying   to   help,   clearly,   but   it’s   not   very   helpful   in   his   situation.   he   blows   out   the   smoke,   shaking   his   head.   ❝   can’t   afford   a   locksmith.   ❞   romeo   said.   ❝   plus,   the   greedy   fucker   will   charge   extra   if   he   knows   the   car   is   mine.   you   don’t   got   anything   in   your   car   i   can   use   you   break   into   it   ?   a   knife,   coat   hanger,   any   metal   wire   ?   ❞

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ivybeck​:

rolling her eyes, ivy pretended to the consider the offer for a moment. romeo was lovely, and she had free time — there really wasn’t much to mull over. dropping down onto the stool, she let out a beleaguered sigh. “still can’t drink, sadly.” she frowned, elbows resting on the bar. “i have to babysit some darling toddlers whilst their parents go to some fancy gala out of town tonight — must be nice.” the bitterness was clear on her tone, but she didn’t really mind all that much. 

❝   galas   are   the   worst.   ❞   romeo   admitted,   face   scrunching   at   the   thought.   ❝   it’s   a   lotta   standing   around   and   not   being   able   to   drink   nearly   enough   as   you   truly   want   to   and   having   to   hear   your   wife   talk   about   who’s   fucking   who   behind   whose   back   with   her   girlfriends   all   night.   ❞   and   perhaps   that’s   a   tad   too   specific,   but   it   certainly   spoke   of   romeo’s   experiences   with   such   events.   ❝   the   toddlers   aren’t   going   to   notice   if   you’re   drunk.   ❞   the   man   reasoned.   ❝   c’mon,   just   one   drink   and   then   i’ll   let   you   go.   ❞

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fcksuzy​:

she rubs her eyes as she walks down the sidewalk. conveniently, she missed the last bus to her place, so it looked like she was walking tonight. suzy had her little mace spray in her hand in case anyone wanted to try her tonight. however, when she turned the corner she couldn’t help but grin at the figure in front of her. “romeo oh romeo…” she sing songed as she walked towards him. “i was just about to ask you to get me some fries.” suzy glanced at the car with a frown. “i can throw a rock at it if you want?”

romeo   can’t   help   but   roll   his   eyes   at   the   little   sing   song   voice,   even   if   he’s   glad   someone   has   walked   by;   he’s   been   there   for   at   least   twenty-five   minutes,   and   it   was   getting   real   cold.   ❝   i’ll   get   you   some   fries   if   you   can   get   me   into   my   own   car.   ❞   the   man   promised,   though   he   frowns   at   her   offer.   ❝   if   i   wanted   my   car   destroyed,   i   would’ve   broken   the   window   myself.   you   gon’   tell   me   you   don’t   know   how   to   pick   a   lock   ?   because   then   you’re   useless   to   me   right   now.   ❞

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mj-mcdeere​:

She didn’t really need anything from the male but he was a familiar figure in the dark, late at night and she appreciated that on shitty evenings like this. She’d never been the best student but she hadn’t had any significant problems with her teachers. Some of them had been more supportive of her situation, in fact, so she could almost say she’d even liked some of them.

“So what- you used magic to spark that one up?” she asked, evidently skeptical as she raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward him. Her interest piqued a moment later at the offer, it was a good one. “Make it two and you got yourself a deal,” nobody of MJ’s calibre was going to get buzzed after a single beer. Sure, she’d given up her binge drinking (for the most part) during high school but that didn’t mean she was a lightweight these days, she still had the essence of a party girl in her somewhere, buried deep beneath responsibility and soul-crushing disappointment. She approached the vehicle and cupped her hands against the window, peering in to spot the keys, exactly where Romeo had said they would be, as if she hadn’t believed him the first time. “Mhm, I see your problem,” she confirmed. “I can definitely get ‘em, you gotta shake on it though,” she insisted, extending a hand to him to seal the deal. 

❝   i   absolutely   did.   ❞   romeo   replied,   an   easy   smile   on   his   features   as   he   slowly   brings   the   cigarette   back   to   his   lips,   taking   a   long   drag   from   it.   ❝   you’re   really   going   to   bribe   me   ?   me,   you’re   poor,   defenseless,   favorite   teacher   ?   ❞   despite   the   relaxed   smile   on   his   lips,   romeo’s   tone   is   purely   outraged;      he   pushes   away   from   the   car   as   mj   looks   through   the   window,   taking   a   final   drag   from   his   cigarette.   a   dark   eyebrow   twitches   at   her   extended   hand,   and   he   doesn’t   take   it.   ❝   first   of   all,   how   dare   you   doubt   my   word.   have   i   ever   gone   back   on   my   word   before   ?   ❞   he   absolutely   had,   but   apparently   this   was   the   hill   romeo   was   dying   on   that   evening.   ❝   second   of   all,   how   do   i   know   you’re   not   going   to   simply   smash   my   window   to   get   the   keys   ?   if   i   wanted   to   damage   the   car   i’d   do   it   myself.   ❞

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it’s   late   at   night,   and   even   though   romeo   has   work   in   the   morning,   he   still   finds   himself   in   the   parking   lot   of   the   local   24   hours   dinner,   leaning   against   his   car   as   he   chain-smokes   away   the   night.   ❝   i   don’t   have   a   lighter.   ❞   he   announced   once   someone   nears   him,   though   they’ve   given   no   indication   that’s   what   they   want   from   him.   ❝   i   will   buy   you   a   beer   if   you   unlock   my   car   for   me,   though.   forgot   the   keys   in   the   ignition--   again.   ❞

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rebued​:

expert hands slid the ceramic plate in front of the other and a look of concern painted over reggie’s face. it was late and he always found that food was always the method to soothe an anxious soul. “here.” he pushed the plate closer to them. “eat and tell me what’s wrong. believe me —” it was his turn to sit down across from them, arms bulking as he crossed them over his chest. “nothing’s better than having some korean food in your belly.”

it   was   just   one   of   those   nights,   where   romeo   felt   like   he’d   jammed   his   finger   in   an   electric   socket;   if   he   closed   his   eyes   for   long   enough,   he   could   hear   the   faint   murmur   of   the   other   inmates   on   the   cold,   crammed   cell   he’d   been   in;   it   had   been   just   a   few   months,   but   romeo   was   certain   it   would   remain   under   his   skin   forever,   just   waiting   for   the   moment   to   burst.   so,   he’d   drank   and   drank   and   drank   until   he   found   himself   at   reggie’s   place.   ❝   is   it   spicy   ?   ❞   he   asked,   speech   slightly   slurred   by   the   alcohol   level   as   he   looked   down   at   the   plate;   ❝   because   if   it’s   spicy   i’ll   probably   vomit   all   over   your   floor.   ❞

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ivybeck​:

        this was a familiar routine for ivy. waiting ( impatiently ) for one of the bartenders to fish around in the lost & found box for her mothers keys. why they even bothered giving them back at this point was beyond her. head buried in her palms out of sheer frustration, ivy looked up to see another figure at the bar. “oh — you go ahead and order, i’m not drinking.” she said immediately, constantly fretful that someone would think she was picking up a family habit. “not that i would judge you if you were,” she trailed off, eyes flitting to her watch. late afternoon — maybe she would judge them just a little. 

despite   the   sun   still   being   out,   romeo   was   already   a   little   drunk   by   the   time   he   arrived   at   the   bar;   not   enough   to   slur   his   speech   or   take   him   off   his   balance,   but   the   quiet   kind   of   buzz   that   pushed   a   bright   smile   to   his   lips   and   made   him   a   little   more   talkative   than   normal.   ❝   c’mon.   ❞   he   beckoned   her   over,   patting   the   bar   stool   next   to   his.   ❝   have   a   drink   with   me,   since   this   is   such   a   judgement-free   zone.   ❞

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nefariovs​:

❝  let  me  throw  a  quick  question  at  you.  ❞  words  spoken  eloquently  over  the  soft  murmur  of  the  coffee  shop,  emerald  eyes  barely  even  glancing  up  from  the  torn  pages  covered  in  scrawled  handwriting  and  occasional  ink  blotches.  ❝  if  we  were  to  say  that  i,  would  compose  a  song  about  you,  —    completely  hypothetical,  obviously  —  how  would  you  feel  about  being  compared  to  mist  atop  a  sprightly  lake  ?    ❞  despite  his  knack  for  the  activity,  it  couldn’t  hurt  to  sometimes  garner  another  opinion.  ❝  it  doesn’t  quite  have  the  same  weight  as  ‘i  compare  thee  to  a  summer’s  day’.  ❞

romeo   looks   up   from   his   phone   at   the   other’s   words,   leaning   in   slightly   as   he   considers   the   question.   ❝   sounds   ...   cheesy.   sorry.   ❞   he   decided,   taking   a   sip   from   his   overly   sugary   coffee   and   not   looking   one   bit   remorseful   for   his   blunt   approach.   ❝   what   am   i   supposed   to   be   ?   mystical   ?   pretty   ?   comparing   me   to   mist   just   makes   me   seem   flimsy.   like   i’ll   be   gone   in   the   morning.   ❞   the   man   shrugged.   ❝   unless   that’s   the   goal.   in   which   case,   i   like   it.   ❞

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎.

hi,   friends   !   i’m   admin   fox   (   23.   she/they.   brt.   )   and   i’m   so   excited   to   get   this   going   !   it’s   been   a   wild   journey   to   make   this   group   happen   but   everyone   seems   so   nice   and   all   of   your   muses   are   so   interesting   it’s   def   all   worth   it   !   this   is   romeo   dubois,   my   himbo   baby   and   all   around   hot   mess.   if   you’d   like   to   plot   with   him,   please   feel   free   to   message   me   on   discord   at   pedro pascal stan blog#9349   or   send   me   your   discord   @   and   i’ll   message   you   there   !

*                     SEBASTIAN   STAN   +   CIS   MALE   +   HE/HIM   ——   have   you   seen   ROMEO   DUBOIS   around?   they’re   a   THIRTY-SIX   year   old   PHYSICAL   EDUCATION   TEACHER   known   around   town   as   the   LOOSE   CANON.   not   only   are   they   broke   af,   but   they’ve   been   in   town   for   SIX   YEARS.   they’re   LOYAL   +   LAID-BACK,   as   well   as   CHILDISH   +   UNHINGED,   but   what   else   would   you   expect   from   an   ARIES?   low-hanging   grey   sweatpants.   back   muscles.   a   beer   bottled   tucked   on   the   back   pocket   of   a   pair   of   jeans.

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romeo   was   born   in   eldora   to   two   very   absent   parents;   they   were   one   of   the   few   middle   class   families   in   town,   with   his   mother   always   traveling   for   work   and   his   father   at   home,   drowning   himself   in   alcohol.   from   an   early   age,   romeo   was   left   to   his   own   devices;   he   was   the   one   who   raised   his   brother   even   though   he   was   still   just   a   child   himself   when   cain   was   born,   with   no   skill   or   mental   capacity   to   take   care   of   himself   let   alone   an   infant. 

his   parents’   marriage   was   in   shambles;   the   whole   town   often   spoke   about   how   unfaithful   mrs.   dubois   was,   and   how   her   husband   only   stood   by   her   side   because   of   the   money   she   made.   romeo   was   too   young   to   understand   what   ‘cheating’   meant   when   the   rumors   first   started,   but   he   still   got   into   plenty   of   fights   by   the   time   he   entered   his   teens   and   the   infamy   of   his   mother’s   choices   were   echoed   throughout   high   school   bleachers

it   didn’t   take   long   before   people   started   recognizing   romeo   as   one   of   the   trouble   makers   in   town;   his   anger   against   his   parents   and   the   horrible   situation   they   forced   upon   him   made   its   way   out   of   his   chest   with   the   blink   of   an   eye,   lashing   out   at   everyone   and   anyone   he   could.   in   the   height   of   his   teenagehood,   romeo   knew   the   name   of   every   single   cop   in   eldora’s   precinct.   he   got   into   so   many   fights   it   was   hard   to   see   romeo   without   a   bruise   on   his   face,   got   drunk   and   wrecked   his   car   more   times   than   anyone   could   ever   count,   and   he   even   spent   a   few   nights   in   a   cell   after   a   particular   incident   involving   the   break   in   of   several   homes   around   town.   still,   people   pitied   the   kid,   and   many   would   leave   him   off   the   hook   no   matter   what   kind   of   bad   trouble   he   got   into.

despite   his   bad   manners   and   constant   anger,   romeo   excelled   in   sports.   more   specifically   ice   hockey,   which   he   had   to   take   a   bus   three   towns   over   to   be   able   to   practice   every   week;   he   loved   the   freedom   of   the   skates,   and   he   was   large   and   violent   enough   to   be   unstoppable   in   the   rink.   his   prowess   caught   the   eye   of   many,   and   by   the   time   romeo   was   legal   to   drink   he   was   shoved   in   an   airplane   and   taken   to   canada   where   he   could   practice   and   properly   excel   in   his   craft.

by   the   age   of   twenty-three,   romeo   was   back   in   the   united   states   playing   for   the   jersey   devils,   a   team   he   wasn’t   too   proud   of,   but   it   paid   the   bills   and   it   brought   him   the   notoriety   he   felt   like   he   truly   deserved.

by   the   age   of   twenty-seven,   romeo   dubois   was   captain   of   the   chicago   blackhawks   and   making   more   money   than   he   could   ever   know   what   to   do   with   it.   twenty-seven   was   also   the   year   he   got   married   to   the   victoria’s   secret   angel   he’d   met   just   eight   months   prior;   anyone   that   has   ever   met   romeo   will   say   he   peaked   in   his   late   20s,   though   he   would   say   they   were   the   most   miserable   years   he’s   ever   had.

it   all   came   crumbling   down   on   his   29th   birthday,   when   romeo   was   arrested   in   chicago   for   a   car   accident   that   nearly   took   the   life   of   a   young   mother;   he   had   two   male   escorts   and   over   a   pound   of   cocaine   in   his   car,   and   even   though   his   lawyers   managed   to   bribe   his   way   into   a   short   six   months   prison   sentence,   the   media   wasn’t   so   kind.   romeo   lost   his   job,   lost   his   reputation   and   managed   to   lose   every   single   penny   he   had   once   his   wife   divorced   him.

once   romeo   was   out   of   jail,   he   had   no   place   to   go   other   than   eldora.   he’s   been   back   into   town   for   six   years,   working   as   a   p.e.   teacher   at   the   local   high   school   solely   because   the   principal   was   a   family   friend   that   pulled   many   strings   to   get   him   the   position.   he   currently   lives   in   the   dingy   motel   in   the   outskirts   of   town,   spending   most   of   his   time   drunk   and   high---   and   for   a   man   who   swore   he’d   never   be   like   his   father,   romeo’s   had   never   been   more   wrong. 

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literal   himbo.   that’s   it,   that’s   his   personality.   hot   &   stupid,   absolutely   joey   tribbiani   kinda   guy--   you   know,   if   joey   was   an   asshole   and   not   the   absolute   sweetheart   he   is.

v   selfish,   will   do   whatever   it   takes   to   make   sure   he   comes   out   on   top   of   every   situation.   still,   if   he   thinks   someone   is   worthy   of   his   loyalty,   he’ll   stick   by   them   no   matter   what.

big   liar.   seriously.   has   no   qualms   about   making   shit   up   on   the   spot   so   that   his   narrative   is   the   one   being   told;   damn   good   actor,   too.

big   hoe   (   it   runs   in   the   family,   the   bad   tongues   would   say.   ),   will   sleep   with   anyone   as   long   as   they’re   paying   attention   to   him   for   long   enough.

he   was   in   the   closet   his   entire   career,   and   now   that   he’s   been   shoved   out   of   it   romeo   has   no   intention   of   going   back---   calls   himself   gay   as   hell   way   too   much   for   someone   who’s   actually   bi.

6′3,   broad   shoulders   and   still   with   an   athletic   build   even   if   he   doesn’t   play   anymore;   romeo’s   far   too   shallow   to   let   himself   go,   even   if   working   out   nowadays   kills   a   little   bit   of   his   soul   every   time.

covered   in   tattoos,   with   a   well   trimmed   beard   and   hair   styled   perfectly   so   that   it   looks   messy   enough;   romeo   has   the   ‘i   look   like   i   just   woke   up   and   yet   it   took   me   three   hours   to   get   ready’   nonchalant   look   down   to   the   t.

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a   party   friend   ---   romeo’s   only   likable   when   he’s   drunk;   thankfully,   that   seems   to   be   the   case   most   of   the   time.   this   person   only   comes   around   when   they   want   to   get   drunk   or   high,   and   of   course   romeo’s   always   ready   to   take   it   up   a   notch.

a   best   friend   ---   they   are   always   on   each   other’s   corner;      this   is   someone   that   sees   romeo   for   who   he   really   is   instead   of   the   bad   guy   façade   he   wears,   and   loves   him   despite   his   flaws;   maybe   they   even   lived   together   for   a   while   when   romeo   first   came   back   into   town?   could   be   a   childhood   friendship   or   something   new.

a   protege   ---   for   one   reason   or   another,   romeo   has   deemed   this   person   worthy   of   caring   for   and   protecting   with   his   life.   like   a   momma   bear,   except   you’re   not   a   bear   cub   and   he   certainly   doesn’t   know   how   to   care   for   anyone.   could   be   funny   if   this   was   clearly   someone   that   doesn’t   need   protecting.

a   one   night   stand   ---   like   a   said,   big   hoe.   maybe   romeo   and   this   person   that   a   night   together   (   or   more   than   one   )   and   he   simply   never   called   back   ?   probably   doesn’t   even   remember   about   it,   acts   as   if   it   never   happened;   could   be   fun   if   they   had   been   friends   beforehand.

an   ex   ---   they   were   pretty   serious   at   one   point,   maybe   even   lived   together   ?   and   then   romeo   fucked   things   up;   it   was   definitely   a   self-sabotaging   thing,   where   he   felt   like   he   was   too   close   to   happiness   and   subconsciously   couldn’t   allow   himself   such   a   thing.   maybe   he   cheated,   or   maybe   he   started   picking   fights   for   every   single   small   thing,   or   hell,   maybe   he   even   started   ghosting   them   and   spending   the   nights   away   from   home.   whatever   he   needed   to   do   to   get   them   to   break   up   with   him.

a   hate   fuck   ---   they   hate   each   other,   but   they   can’t   keep   their   clothes   on   around   each   other   either;   every   argument   ends   up   in   heated   sex,   and   at   this   point   they   aren’t   sure   if   they’re   fighting   because   they   can’t   stand   the   other,   or   if   they’re   doing   it   because   they   know   where   it’ll   end. 

a   fan   ---   someone   that   knew   him   from   his   time   as   a   hockey   player   !   romeo   def   feels   very   uncomfortable   around   them,   a   constant   reminder   of   the   good   life   he’s   lost.

friends   of   all   kinds   ---   romeo’s   a   social   butterfly   on   his   good   days,   so   give   him   all   sorts   of   friends   !   co-workers,   old   friends,   some   new.   anything   !

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Sebastian Stan in “Destroyer” (© Concorde Filmverleih)

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Sebastian Stan | ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS

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LEAVE ME ALONE !

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unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want

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tragic that someone this sexy has to go through this much