𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 */ 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

[ffsrome]

so rome won’t be returning for season two n neither will i :( 

i had a lot of fun writing n plotting w you all n will miss everyone dearly. i don’t think i’m going to write up a recap ( i think xee n kati’s will be enough to piece together what happens w him anyways ) but tysm for letting me be a part of this community n if i have muse for another chara down the line i’ll def be back <3

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*/ DAKOTA !!

@ffsrome​ // 𝔻𝔸𝕂𝕆𝕋𝔸'𝕊 𝔹𝔼𝔼ℕ 𝕌ℕℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 ℚ𝕌𝕀𝔼𝕋 since the results of the final coupling were announced. quiet discontent about the turn of last night’s events bubbling under the surface, reaching a boiling point as he enters the kitchen only to bump straight into the person he’d been desperately trying to avoid. this situation was very different to the ones he’d faced in the villa before because it’s cause was a person who had a choice and chose to do this to him. and he can only think that rome did it to secure himself an underhanded victory. 

dakota usually does well to not listen to the gut instinct to follow every single one of his whims when they come calling like he once would have, but he knows before he’s even opened his mouth that this isn’t one of those times. “you know,” he starts with his eyes closed, heart in his throat as the voice in his head practically screams at him not to do this. but he feels like disobeying. “during our time here i’ve heard people call you various things.” there’s a fire in his eyes as he turns to glower in rome’s direction, “but i didn’t think ‘COWARD’ would also need to be added to the list.” 

WOULD ANYONE ELSE IN HIS SITUATION have chosen differently? probably. he’s not allowed to blame the choices of the majority for this one, because there isn’t one to save him, or not one close enough to the one he’s put forth. still, there isn’t any regret in his choice, no looking back — it wouldn’t have been such an in-character choice if there had been any semblance of that.

“mmm ... like what?” he’s sure he’s heard the worst of it outside of the villa. at least in the streets of manhattan people let out their complaints about him to his face instead of walking around the walls of the villa whispering thoughts to one another. the smug grin that sits on his lips is perhaps a bit forced, a bit too manufactured even for his own taste, but that’s when they know him as. “oh, a coward. yikes. that one hurts a lot.” a hand presses against his chest, a pout pushing out his lower lip as he sympathetically tilts his head to the side, playing innocent, playing something that does not suite him. “didn’t you come here for love? does it matter if you can’t win the title as long as you and chase make it til the end?”

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*/ INGRID !!

– INGRID AND ROME ARE VOLATILE TOGETHER FOR MANY REASONS. sure, it lead to a fierce intensity in the bedroom, but it also leads to an understanding outside of it. ingrid has never fought with another person the way she’s known to fight with rome, but she has also never really CARED for a person in the same way she cares about him. and naturally, he reads her just as well as she reads him. “i don’t know, i –” she sighs, “i actually feel sort of GUILTY. is that fucked up or what?” a short bark of laughter escapes ingrid’s lips. “i don’t know what i want.” 

she glances across the bathroom from where he sits on the tub, pulling her knees up to her chest as if to protect herself from something, curling up to make herself small. “what’s got you so pissed off, anyway?” she glances at her phone. “i know you couldn’t have talked to your dad.” ingrid and rome say a lot of things to each other without speaking – tonight, it’s different. because they ARE speaking. it’s uncharted waters, but with cameras off and lights out, it’s just enough to show the cracks in her carefully built-up facade. 

HIS LAUGH RINGS THROUGHOUT THE BATHROOM, accompanying hers. “guilty? who the hell are you?” but then again, he hasn’t quite been himself either — the wayward glances, waking with limbs entangled in one another and unwilling to move ... but there were parts of him that had stubbornly stuck as well. the inability to open up, the search for words he didn’t know in terms of his inner thoughts. he was still the same rome, the same person who ran to her lips and familiar sensations the minute that something felt different, felt too close.

“ ... i don’t know,” and it’s the most honest he’s been with himself in the past weeks. letting his gaze drop from her towards the tile, he leans onto his knees, closing his eyes and allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts. it was easier this way, easier not facing her, because then at least it felt like he was speaking to himself. “sev just asked me a stupid question. it was just a question. i could’ve answered. i could’ve just told her, but i ... ” he’s trailing off, unable to place a finger on the feeling that buds in his chest until he finally pins it down to another in the villa. “it feels like krysta all over again.” there’s another laugh that follows right after, like the one before except softer, one to just fill the tension with. “why the fuck are we like this?”

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*/ BENOIT !!

“ i know what i want, ” there’s no hiding the sudden defensive stance benoit takes on. a natural response to being undermined like that by rome of all people. makes him wonder just how much ingrid had shared with the other; obviously, enough for him to now have a say in it. if benoit was only doubtful about it before, he’s more than sure now that rome isn’t the person he should be discussing this with… “ thanks for the heads up, but i think i’ve managed to hold her attention just fine. ” so far, at least. he has to bite his tongue before he says anything, yet it slips away from him. “ — i don’t know how what kind of history you two share, but you’d tell me if you intend to ever choose her, won’t you ? out of decency, at least, i hope. ” 

IT TAKES ALL HIS STRENGTH NOT to allow his lips to break out into a grin at the other’s reaction, now knowing he’s hit a nerve. “hey, you’d know more about that than i would, right? i didn’t mean anything by it, relax.” there’s a pause after the next few words that are spoken to him, a minute of contemplation, but then his words come out easily, rolling off of his tongue without a second thought despite the fact that his choice would never go to ingrid. it wasn’t as if benoit would know, and there was also the fact that a bit of perceived competition would be good for him. “i think you’re giving me too much credit.”

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*/ SEVDA !!

✭・.・—  SHE  FOLDS  HER  LEGS  IN  WHEN  HE  MOVES,  two  can  play  the  childish  game.  “  didn’t  know  asking  a  couple  questions  was  a  goddamn  crime,  fuck.  ”  sev  can’t  rest  idly  back  against  the  wall  anymore,  her  own  irritation  and  annoyance  prompting  her  to  lean  into  her  words.  “  i’m  asking  for  one  piece  of  information,  two  at  most,  but  you  can’t  even  give  me  a  name.  what,  is  your  little  girlfriend  back  home  jealous  ?  ”  they’re  adding  fuel  to  each  other’s  fires,  any  privacy  the  closet  gave  them  vanishing  with  the  heightening  volume  of  their  voices.  she’s  a  little  taken  aback  when  sevda  comes  into  play,  only  ever  hearing  him  use  her  full  name  during  their  first  meeting  after  correcting  him  on  the  use  of  ‘  sweetie  ’.  it’s  only  been  a  few  weeks  but  rome  stopping  her  in  the  lounge  area  felt  like  ages  ago.  and  now  here  they  are  in  the  same  closet,  arguing  like  five-year-olds.  “  if  it  doesn’t  fucking  matter,  you  wouldn’t  care  about  keeping  it  to  yourself.  is  that  what  you’re  afraid  of  ?  opening  up  to  people  ?  if  so,  then  excuse  me  for  trying  to  get  to  know  you  outside  of  this  asinine  show;  thought  you  were  better  than  your  little  tough  guy  act,  my  mistake.  ”

“WHY, ARE YOU JEALOUS i might be talking to someone back home?” he spits back, not aware of the breath he holds back as he awaits her response. their proximity doesn’t help in controlling their voices, because despite the lack of distance between them, the volume in his words increases with every word that he allows to spill into the closet without a second thought. excess energy is released as he stands up, pressing his back into the wall behind him to allow him the most space between them, the heat rising off of him and probably her alike becoming much too heavy. “okay, fine it does fucking matter! it fucking matters and it doesn’t fucking concern you so drop it.” a scoff forms so sure and ready that it practically tumbles off of his lips, an incredulous smile spreading onto his lips as he finally steps closer to her, the volume of his voice dropping so low, so drastically different from the words he was spitting out, that it almost leaves a ring in its wake. “and why the hell would you wanna do that? get to know me? don’t fucking make me laugh, sev. we both know whatever we say on camera is bullshit. everything else that people say about me? that’s me. that’s who i am. the version of me you get in front of the camera? he doesn’t exist. so let’s not act like we need to care about each other because you’re using me to win that money just the same as i’m using you to win this dumbass bet.”

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*/ DAKOTA !!

“𝕀 𝔻𝕀𝔻 𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔼𝔻,” he grins, happy that the other male isn’t questioning his, well, questionable decision to rush outside in the middle of the storm. he slides the tray down onto the coffee table, careful with the bottles of alcohol that were rather haphazardly placed around the cocktails he’d hurriedly made. “the mc…?” dakota starts, a little confused by the name of the foreign drink before a look of realisation hits his face, recalling a brief fascination he’d had with the bottle when seeing it in the cupboard. “oh! no, but i did manage to grab this,” he says leaning over to the tray and raising a bottle of scotch with an inquisitive look. “will that do?” 

A LOOK THAT BARELY RESEMBLES disappointment, though it still carries the nature of it, falls onto his features, though the sleek bottle that he pulls out manages to erase it completely. “yes.” it’s taken from his hand rather quickly, fingers wrapping around the edge of it and popping the cap off before the glass rim is pressed against his lips as he swallows the liquor pouring into his mouth. “the first thing you did when the storm hit was run out to make some shots, huh?” he asks, the amused look returning to his face as he allowed himself another sip. “wouldn’t have been able to guess.”

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*/ INGRID !!

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HANDS FALL TO HANG over his knees, his head hung in a similar fashion as he attempts to steady his breathing from the hurried manner they had rushed into the bathroom. his chest still rises and falls somewhat quickly from the effort he had put into everything and the excitement that had grown between the both of them. still, there’s a pounding in his chest, an intense frustration he can’t put a label on ... before she speaks.

she lands the mark, dead and center, articulating the words even he doesn’t know how to express. this is why it’s so easy with her. there isn’t a need to struggle to find the words to speak his thoughts or to express his emotions, a skill that had never fully developed within him, because she just knows. one glance at him and she can tell, bringing out inner workings he hadn’t even been aware of himself. his jaw works at her words however, the muscles lining it flexing. “and? you’re doing the same thing. you just want a distraction,” but from what? what had made her so unsure of herself? what had painted her in this light of uncertainty he’s never once seen her wear? “ ... is it him?” and with that question, hues finally flicker up to meet hers.

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*/ JENNIFER !!

“Yeah.” It’s a simple answer to a, seemingly confused, question. The tone of Rome’s voice and the ways his eyebrows move doesn’t tell her much else. Then, he questions her, and Jennifer has no choice but to really evaluate her own actions. “I don’t know. I guess.. seeing them talking together and whatnot… Like I said, it all just went to my head, okay?” She tries not to take her anger – that was now aimed at herself – out on him, but it’s difficult. “Sorry,” she mutters out with, yet another, sigh. “I’m just fucking annoyed… mostly at myself right now.”

“YEAH, SEEMS LIKE IT.” an amused smile now sits on his lips as he watches her struggle with her thoughts, and again, there’s confusion that meets her words. “what’re you so mad for? unless — ” he begins, though he’s cutting himself off, the gears in head turning as to why she would need regret at such a time like this if there hadn’t been any action taken, which is the conclusion he comes to. “oh. oh jen,” he’s letting out in faux pity, and he can’t help the degree of the curve of his lips as the grin widens. “you didn’t blow up on her, did you?”

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*/ JENNIFER !!

“That’s what I’d like to think.” Jennifer sighs, placing her chin in the palms of hands, elbows resting on the counters’ surface. She looks at Rome to say, “She said something along the lines of “her and Benoit would look hot together.” I’m pretty sure that’s what she said.” Another sigh leaves her lips. “Maybe I just let it get to my head, I don’t know.” This was embarrassing to admit, but maybe she did take things a little too far. But that’s what Jennifer did when she was upset – she lashed out. She took the blame and placed it on other people more often than not. It’d been happening since she was a child – a terrible habit that just wouldn’t break.

BROWS KNIT TOGETHER the more she speaks, because the more complicated it seems to get. “ceanna said that? to you? knowing you were coupled with ingrid? that’s ... “ interesting, he wants to say, but instead finishes with “weird.” there’s yet another pause as he backtracks, trying to find a connection between the two, but he’s unable to follow. “hold up — how did you get from ceanna thinking they look good together to ina being interested in him?”

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*/ SEVDA !!

✭・.・—  SHE  LEANS  BACK  AGAINST  THE  WALL,  arms  folding  over  her  chest.  be  it  any  one  of  their  random  conversation  topics  and  she’d  have  let  it  go  by  now,  but  this  is  specifically  about  rome.  “  doesn’t  sound  like  it  went  fine.  i  don’t  know  why  you’re  choosing  now  to  clam  up  when  we’ve  made  it  this  far,  but  you  know  nothing  leaves  these  four  walls.  ”  mostly  because  the  conversations  that  take  place  in  the  closet  have  to  do  with  their  charade.  “  unless  you  were  bullshitting  me  with  everything  else  we  talked  about  out  there,  you  must  be  playing  a  game  all  your  own.  ”  sevda’s  trying  to  stay  level-headed,  to  not  argue  with  someone  she’s  planning  to  spend  another  week  with,  but  leave  it  to  rome  to  be  one  of  the  most  frustrating  in  the  villa.  “  next  week  isn’t  going  to  be  any  different  than  the  last  few,  except  for  the  finale,  but  i  don’t  see  any  reason  to  talk  about  it  when  other  shit  is  clearly  going  on.  ”

THERE’S A SHIFT OF HIS LEG so that they’re no longer touching, a groan sounding at her words. petty? maybe. childish? most definitely. “i’m literally fucking saying i don’t want to talk about it,” he’s saying as his voice begins to raise, this marking the first time he’s ever aimed a cuss towards her. “it’s not a big deal — just drop it. i didn’t realize i had to tell you every single fucking thing going on in my life. i can’t have a phone call i wanna keep private?” tensions rise so quickly between the two of them that it blindsides him. if he were being honest though, it was a miracle they hadn’t fought before this. it’s his own stubbornness and abrasiveness that had led them to this point, but there are things he doesn’t talk about, not even to his friends back home, and it’s much harder for him to tell someone who doesn’t know his family situation, who doesn’t know why he had needed a nanny to raise him in the first place. a fear of judgment? no, definitely not, because he knows that there wouldn’t be a second of that in sevda. it’s just an inability to open up. “sevda, i don’t want to talk about it. it doesn’t fucking matter — stop fucking prying.”

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*/ INGRID !!

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SOFT PANTS AND NOISES of effort fill the space between them, as he continues working the skin right above her bra with his lips, the familiar smell of her perfume and the soft skin against him being all that he knows. she pulls him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist, and he only takes that as encouragement, as pushing him forward, which is why his lips travel further down her torso, landing right above her pants, but something’s off. he knows what hesitation tastes like on ingrid because it’s a bitter taste that he’s not accustomed to. it only takes a single touch from her, slightly off degree or in pressure for him to notice it.

“what?” he’s asking a bit tersely as she calls out his name, stopping in his motion and straightening up his posture, running his hands through his hair in frustration, in impatience. “what?” he’s asking once more at her words, confusion and a slight bit of irritation now coloring his features. “since when — “ he begins, the words sounding so foreign coming from her, but so is the look she’s wearing now. with a sigh, he’s taking steps back, sitting himself down on the edge of the tub as he rests his face in his hands, groaning at his situation, ignoring the slight flicker of relief inside of him before asking “why’d you ask me to fuck if you don’t want to?”

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*/ ROWAN !!

“ mhm , rowan . ” the male says , moving closer to the other . he passes him a full bottle of tequila , figuring it wouldn’t hurt anyone just to crack open a new one . what else was there to do anyway ? “ i would love a drink . drinking alone is no fun , i agree . ”

TAKING THE BOTTLE FROM his hands, he pops the cap open, the cork coming off with a soft ‘pop’ before he takes a swig straight from the bottle. the harsh liquor runs down his throat, but it’s welcomed before he’s passing it back to the other. “i’m so sick of being trapped in this fucking house. they don’t have a backup generator or anything? what typa bullshit ... “

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*/ ANGEL !!

“ okay just hold that still…” angel asked, reaching into their pocket to pull out their trusty lighter. they had handed over a precariously put together torch consisting of a broom handle with a t-shirt doused in vegetable oil wrapped around it. the blackout had given them the opportunity to have a mini-macguevyer moment and they had jumped on it. they placed their hand over their companion’s hand to keep it steady before lighting up the torch, finally providing a little light as it burst into flames between them.

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“DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK.” the makeshift torch comes to life as he holds it as far away from him as he can, though a laugh is decorating the silence between them. “this shit is so unnecessary,” he’s saying, having already become accustomed to the darkness after a few minutes, but he’s handing holding it above him anyway. “are you tryna smoke everyone out?” then, he’s handing off the torch towards the creator. it was reckless and unnecessary, words so closely associated with rome, but he wasn’t about to be the one burned if the oil began dripping down the broom handle.

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*/ KRYSTA !!

krysta wasn’t surprised when rome simply said one word and began to walk away. it wasn’t like him to lend a helping hand despite the one she lent him just a few nights ago. it’s why they were too different to truly be in each other’s lives. as much as she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, a part of her was still raging at the way he treated her all those years ago. but soon enough, he’s stopping, and the surprise on her face can be seen even with the darkness surrounding them. maybe he does still have a soft side deep down. maybe he’s only showing it because the camera’s are off, but honestly? she didn’t care. she was alone and afraid, and before she could truly even think about her answer, her lips are already moving to form the words, “yes, please.” she prays, just for tonight, maybe he can let his tough exterior melt away, just for her. 

HE’S HALF READY TO LEAVE, ready for her to tell him that she doesn’t need him here, because out of all people, why would she want him close? but then she’s asking him to stay, telling him without words that she needs somebody, and he’s turning back fully to face her. taking hesitant steps towards her, he makes his way over to sit down on the bed next to her, his body sinking into the mattress beneath as they sit side by side. it’s times like these that rome remembers why krysta had scared him so much. she was much too gentle for hands like his, and the fear of breaking something so fragile had led him to full collide with it, shattering her to pieces. now, however, with her in this state, he’s reaching into a side of him he hasn’t accessed in a long time, not since the last time they had been together, and his arms wrap around her smaller frame. “i’m here.”

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*/ BENOIT !!

what seemed to start off as a lesson in successfully getting some action in the house — which, benoit was wholeheartedly taking mental note of, by the way ( if he could muster the gall to ) — was slowly turning into a weird waltz of trying to figure out what rome was getting at. “ i know i am, and that’s exactly what’s making it the wait all the more difficult. ” how many people exactly knew about him and ingrid ?  and it doesn’t help that he doesn’t know how to be subtle about suddenly being insecure… he has previously heard in passing that she had known a few of the islanders from before coming onto the show and rome just happened to be one of them… “ but what do you know about who i’m talking about, anyway ? ”  

THERE’S A SOFT CHUCKLE that sounds at the other’s question, one that has rome leaning back and has his gaze falter towards his lap for a quick second. what does he know? more than he lets on in the eyes of the other contestants. more about her than he knows about himself, maybe. or just maybe “enough to know that it’s not easy to hold their attention for long.” he has always known ingrid’s attention to be such a fickle thing that he wonders how benoit has managed to keep it for as long as he had. “there’s also nothing attractive about a guy who doesn’t know what he wants, no?”

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*/ JENNIFER !!

Sighing, there are a few thoughts running through her head. It’s probably not a good to vent her feelings to Rome, of all people, but Jennifer doesn’t stop herself. “Alright, well, in a nutshell…” She tries to find the words. “She’s interested in Benoit – or, well, that’s what it seems like to me – and as much as I want to keep things casual, it just feels like bullshit to find out about it from fucking Ceanna. Not that there’s anything wrong with her, but – well, you wouldn’t like hearing from someone else that the person you wanted to get to know is off with someone else, would you? Or am I just tripping out about nothing?” If he were to go with the latter, Jennifer would definitely be upset right now, but she mentally tries to ignore that reality that she knows is true.

IT’S A BIT OF A SURPRISE when she parts her lips to tell him what seems to be bothering her, because he doesn’t expect it. rome wasn’t someone many people came to for advice, seeing as the ones he had were almost always useless, nor was he someone that people easily opened up to. regardless, he’s leaning in on the counter towards her as she speaks, body language indicating interest which then actually manifests into it. “ah ... right,” he’s nodding knowingly, though the bit about ceanna thrown in has him wondering what her intent had been when she had told jennifer. perhaps she wasn’t just all yellow bikini bottoms and shots. there’s a bit of a hesitation in his next words, debating whether to tell her his true opinions or telling her what she wants to hear, and he settles for a mix of both. “yeah, i get that. i wouldn’t be the happiest either, but she wasn’t really lying when she said she wanted to get to know you better, was she? how’d it even come up between you and ceanna?”