𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔯

dominic st. claire as penned by fox.

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dysfcnctional‌:

            · ⋅ ·  hector’s  severity  was  momentarily  broken  ―  his  features  took  on  an  almost  curious  shade  as  he  fought  actively  to  contain  his  amusement  with  the  doctor’s  words.  it’d  be  a  lie  to  say  that  he  had  never  thought  about  it,  but  it  was  a  completely  different  thing  to  deal  with  what  was  happening ∶ the  police  officer,  after  all,  would  have  been  less  surprised  if  dominic  had  ignored  his  previous  sentence  instead  of  responding  to  it.   ❛  that'd  be  up  to  you  to  decide.  ❜   in  different  situations,  hector  would  even  have  smiled  after  such  words  ―   but  he  couldn’t  completely  get  rid  of  his  seriousness  before  dealing  with  such  important  things.  no,  he  had  to  make  sure  the  other  man  wouldn’t  get  caught,  to  make  sure  he  wouldn’t  face  problems  of  the  same  kind  because  of  it.   ❛  look,  i  don’t  care  why  it  happened,  but  it  can’t  happen  again,  so  be  more  careful.  and…  i  know  who  did  it,  but  it’s  all  being  taken  care  of.  ❜   as  he  talked,  his  eyes  followed  dominic’s  movementes ∶ hector’s  gaze  hovering  over  the  dark  haired  man,  just  as  interested  as  moments  ago.  however,  the  same  clear  hues  were  closed  for  a  few  seconds  so  the  cop  could  contain  his  annoyance  induced  by  the  doctor’s  acts,  who  clearly  had  the  mentality  that  everything  was  about  money  and  money  alone.   ❛  i'm  not  here  to  strip  off  your  money,  dominic.  i  just  to  offer  you  a  fair  warning,  so…  just  be  more  careful.  ❜

there  was  a  glimpse  of  emotion  on  the  officer’s  face,  such  a  short  expression  of  humanity  being  enough  to  both  intrigue  dominic  and  make  him  proud  to  be  the  one  dragging  it  out  of  officer  abraham.  ❛  so  you’re  not  one  to  call  the  shots  ?  good  to  know.  ❜  the  man  grinned,  and  the  banter  is  a  good  distraction  from  the  problem  at  hand,  but  the  issue  is  not  one  dominic  can  delay.  ❛  so  you’re  not  going  to  give  me  the  name  of  who  it  is  ?  i  have  to  just  ...  trust  that  you’ll  deal  with  them  ?  ❜  probably  a  wise  move  on  the  officer’s  part,  and  dominic  is  half  tempted  to  offer  hector  enough  money  to  make  him  open  up  about  it.  ❛  you  can  strip  me  any  time  you  want,  officer.  ❜  dominic  smiled,  but  he  still  closed  the  checkbook  without  a  second  though----  he  doesn’t  like  owing  people  anything,  and  he  understands  hector  could  use  that  in  his  favor  in  the  future,  but  there’s  something  about  the  blond  that  makes  dom  feel  at  ease  enough  to  let  it  slide.  ❛  i  am  careful.  how  many  times  a  week  do  you  pick  up  one  of  those  petty  street  dealers,  again  ?  ❜  he  asked,  knowing  some  of  his  competition  were  frequent  visitors  of  atlas’  precinct  cells.  dom  stands  up  at  that,  throwing  the  unused  checkbook  back  in  the  drawer.  ❛  can  i  offer  you  a  drink  ?  it’s  the  least  i  can  do,  if  you  won’t  take  my  money  or  my  flirting.  ❜

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dankimkong‌:

Daniel was sipping from his glass when the waiter brought by his pancake breakfast, setting it on the counter in front of him. Daniel smiled, thanking them as he put down his ice cold diet coke and reached for the silverware. Fingers went from the condensation, his fork slipped right out of his hands, clattering loudly against his plate. Daniel fumbled to catch it and apologized profusely, to everyone and no one in particular all at the same time. “Sorry, dude. Fingers slipped.” Daniel wiped his hands on the leg of his jeans and reached for the butterscotch syrup. “You look like shit. Did you sleep at all?”

accidents  happen,  and  despite  his  bad  mood,  dominic  is  civilized  enough  to  understand  that.  even  if  he  doesn’t  understand  how  anyone  could  drink  diet  coke.  ❛  it’s  alright,  it  happens.  ❜  he  relented,  a  short,  almost  bitter  laugh  falling  out  of  his  lips  at  the  other’s  remark  about  his  appearances.  ❛  if  blacking  out  by  the  toilet  is  sleep,  then  yeah,  i  got  an  amazing  three  hours  nap.  i’m  sorry  this  is  none  of  my  business  but  should  you  really  be  drinking  coke  this  early  in  the  morning  ?   ❜  dominic  hesitated  for  a  moment.  ❛  it  ...  it  is  morning,  right  ?  ❜

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rcsecoloredx‌:

alicia was known for being overly social. she loved attention at every turn – even if it was from a stranger. she was just stopping in the diner to grab some coffee before her day started but got wrapped up in a conversation about her shoes (very on brand for her). she slowly – and dramatically – turned to the person behind her, a glare already settling on her face. “you want to repeat that?” he probably shouldn’t. “or do you want to learn to mind your own fucking business?”

dominic  raised  an  eyebrow,  considering  his  options.  he  wasn’t  in  the  mood  for  a  fight  (  not  when  his  head  felt  about  to  explode  ),  but  he  also  wasn’t  the  type  of  man  to  let  things  go---  it  was  a  personality  fault  at  this  point,  how  dom  could  be  like  a  dog  with  a  bone.  ❛  are  you  deaf  ?  ❜  he  asked,  leaning  back  on  his  chair.  ❛  i  am  trying  to  mind  my  own  fucking  business,  but  with  you  being  so  goddamn  loud,  it’s  becoming  rather  challenging.  ❜

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entrexcal‌:

“remember  you  asked  for  it “ he  chuckled.  He  was  doing  well  for  having   a  hangover.   old man.  “you  got  out  of   bed,   point  for  that.”   grabbing  his  coffee  once  it  was  place  before  him.  “  a  little  hurt  I  wasn’t  invited. “  he  fake  pouted.

❛  god,  you  sound  like  every  mistake  i  ever  made.  ❜  dominic  snorted,  knowing  the  list  was  far  longer  than  for  most  people.  ❛  and  i  managed  to  get  dressed,  that’s  a  feat  all  in  of  itself.  ❜  he  said,  shrugging.  ❛  it  wasn’t  meant  to  be  such  a  fun  night.  i  went  out  for  some  quiet  dinner  by  myself  and  before  you  know  it  i’m  half  naked  at  a  park  bench.  ❜

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lilliantk‌:

❛ poor baby. ❜ lily crooned, rolling her eyes at dominic’s state. she did feel genuinely bad that his hangover was so rough, but she wouldn’t be much of a friend if she didn’t make fun of him for it. ❛ aw, well we can always get the rest of these to-go. ❜ she gestured toward the food, before taking another mouthful. ❛ i’m happy to play nurse back at mine, and let you raid my medicine cabinet for as much advil as your heart desires. ❜ her offer was genuine, and lily wasn’t exactly a stranger to the turmoil of nursing a hangover — especially in the middle of a loud and crowded diner.

he’s  ready  to  tell  her  that  it’s  fine,  and  that  although  he  feels  a  little  grumpy  there’s  no  reason  for  them  to  leave---  lily  keeps  talking,  then,  offering  to  play  nurse  and  dom  can’t  stop  the  wolfish  grin  that  blooms  on  his  lips.  ❛  how  i  can  possibly  say  no  to  a  pretty  woman  taking  care  of  me  ?  ❜  he  asked,  chuckling.  ❛  i  have  to  warn  you,  though.  i  do  work  with  nurses  every  day,  so  i  will  judge  how  accurate  you  are  in  playing  nurse.  ❜

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worryedgrl‌:

    daniela couldn’t help but feel a little excited. you never knew what was going to happen when you trespassed. would they have to sneak out? would they get stuck on the top floor while someone is searching for them on the botttom? or would it go completely smoothly? —- the thrill of not knowing what was going to happen is what the girl loved most. “ oh hush, ” laughed daniela. “ you don’t have to talk at all if the cops do show up. ” she tried to reassure him. “ i think i’ve done this enough times to know where to hide & how to talk my way out of it. ”

dom  nodded  at  her  words,  raising  a  hand  in  a  manner  to  let  her  know  he’d  follow  after  she  walked----  he  wasn’t  sure  where  they  were  going,  anyways,  and  daniela  seemed  to  have  every  detail  about  her  plan  figured  out.  ❛  you  do  this  that  often  ?  ❜  the  man  assumed,  though  he  was  certain  it  was  fairly  safe  guess,  the  look  on  her  face  telling  dominic  everything  he  needed  to  know.  ❛  just  so  you  know,  i  will  throw  you  under  the  bus  if  we  get  caught.  i  can’t  let  something  petty  like  this  ruin  my  reputation.  ❜  it  wasn’t  as  if  half  the  down  didn’t  know  about  his  side  business,  but  nobody  had  ever  been  able  to  prove  it;  surely  getting  arrested  for  trespassing  would  be  a  forever  stain  on  the  doctor’s  resume.  ❛  don’t  think  i  didn’t  notice  you  haven’t  told  me  what  we’re  doing.  ❜

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pityfriend‌:

*jokes about making out with you until it actually happens*

@dysfcnctional​

[05am]

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hey  guys  !  i  had  a  crazy  busy  day  and  im  super  tired  so  im  not  sure  how  many  replies  i’ll  manage  to  queue  tonight  ?  i’ll  do  my  best  to  get  to  most  of  them  lol  imma  start  working  on  them  right  now,  and  if  anyone  would  like  to  plot  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  !!

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entrexcal‌:

  Working in Atlas was a different experience, hearing about a mysterious death and no one having the answers as to why, she was ordered to stay here. So she decided to work at the bar, skills she’s acquired over time. Rosa had all her drinks in order, glasses ready when a customer approaches, her gaze steadied on them as she waited for them to order. “What will it be?”

dominic  is  a  man  of  habit.  he  had  at  least  one  drink  every  night  before  bed,  sometimes  more  if  it  was  the  weekend----  if  he  left  work  at  a  reasonable  hour,  dom  would  hit  the  bar.  if  not,  the  small  bar  in  his  office  would  do.  tonight,  after  his  six  o’clock  patient  canceled,  dominic  drove  straight  to  his  favorite  bar.  ❛  old  fashioned.  ❜  he  said,  the  words  falling  out  of  his  mouth  before  dom  could  really  think  about.  ❛  don’t  hold  back  on  the  whiskey,  please.  ❜

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dysfcnctional‌:

             · ⋅ ·  although  aware  of  his  lack  of  politeness,  he  couldn’t  drive  himself  into a  better  behavior  ―  not  at  that  very  moment,  at  least ∶ it  was  a  serious  situation  and  it  required  a  similar  approach.  in  complete  silence,  hector  followed  the  other  man  around  the  house,  his  eyes  sometimes  hovering  over  the  doctor’s  figure,  as  it  was  impossible  not  to  ―  it  was  a  much  better  view  than  the  rest  of  the  house,  which  was  stunning  but  not  enough.  a  detail,  however,  that  wasn’t  exposed  by  the  police  officer  as  his  features  were  still  frozen  into  a  severe  aspect.  by  the  time  they  finally  got  into  dominic’s  home  office,  fingers  were  crossed  as  his  hands  rested  behind  his  back,  in  a  bit  of  that  military  posture  that  would  never  leave  him ∶ not,  at  least,  while  he  was  dealing  with  such  an  important  topic.  clear  hues  were  rolled  at  the  same  time  hector  tensed  his  jaw.   ❛  i’m  not  here  for  a  booty  call,  and  if  i  was  you  wouldn’t  be  dressed  anymore,  doc.  ❜   hector’s  gaze,  then,  locked  on  dominic  at  the  same  time  a  single  step  led  him  a  bit  closer  to  the  dark  haired  man.   ❛  i  don’t  know  the  kind  of  people  you  deal  with,  but  you  gotta  be  more  careful.  someone  snitched  on  you  again  and  it  was  a  stroke  of  luck  that  they  talked  to  me,  not  any  other  cop  around.  ❜

dominic  can’t  shut  the  little  devil  on  his  shoulder  that  wonders  if  hector  was  checking  him  out  as  he  walked  to  his  office;  he  wasn’t  stupid,  and  he  had  seen  the  officer’s  wandering  gaze  before,  but  had  never  dared  to  bring  it  up---  their  situation  was  messy  as  it  was,  and  if  they  would,  indeed,  fuck  it  up  even  more,  dom  didn’t  want  to  be  the  one  to  throw  the  first  metaphorical  punch.  ❛  hopefully  you’d  be  able  to  keep  some  of  that  get  up  on,  though.  ❜  dom  gesticulated  to  the  officer’s  uniform,  if  only  to  hide  the  impressed  look  on  his  face;  if  anything,  he  had  expected  hector  to  shrug  the  joke  off  with  all  of  his  seriousness,  not  to  respond  in  such  a  manner.  it  takes  dominic  a  moment  to  recollect  himself  after  that,  rolling  his  eyes  nonchalantly  once  the  other  man  explains  their  predicament.  ❛  probably  a  patient  that  got  mad  at  how  high  my  rates  are.  was  it  ...  an  anonymous  tip  or  do  you  know  who  ratted  me  out  ?  ❜  the  twinge  of  worry  dom  feels---  he  does  his  best  not  to  dwell  on  it,  turning  around  on  his  heels  instead,  walking  around  his  table  and  pulling  a  checkbook  from  the  top  drawer,  dropping  his  body  heavily  onto  the  comfortable  desk  chair.  ❛  how  much  do  you  want  this  time  ?  ❜

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coraprewitt‌:

“What?” Cora turned to face the person sitting next to her at the voice, not realizing that she’d been speaking much louder than she meant to when she asked for more butter for her pancakes. “oh,” Her face heated up a bit at seeing the other’s look and how he was nearly face-planting into the pancakes, “Right, sorry, inside voice.” She looked a little sheepish for a moment, knowing that she got carried away sometimes. At his mention about Canada though, she snorted. “You sure that Canada could hear me, or do you think your hearing aids are turned up just a little too far?” It was meant to be teasing, as she grinned lightly at her comment.

❛  ‘s  alright.  ❜  dominic  waved  a  hand  at  her,  feeling  just  a  little  bad  about  it  once  he  saw  her  face  redden.  the  feeling  goes  away  at  the  woman’s  comment  on  hearing  aids,  however,  and  dom  frowns  a  little  at  her,  though  he  needs  to  fight  to  keep  the  smirk  from  his  lips.  ❛  huh  ?  ❜  he  asked,  head  cocking  to  the  side,  turning  the  side  of  his  face  in  her  direction.  ❛  sorry,  what  did  you  just  say  ?  ❜

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facadv‌:

          deenie  turns  her  head  just  a  tad,  taking  care  not  to  strain  her  stiff  neck,  and  cocks  an  eyebrow.  ‘  canada,  huh?  ’  cuts  into  her  own  stack  with  another  scrape  of  stainless  steel  against  porcelain,  and  —  ‘  shit.  ’  she  winces,  this  time.  ‘  m'sorry.  didn’t  realize  i  was  bein’  loud.  ’  not  when  she  was  so  thoroughly  focused  on  cramming  as  much  food  into  her  mouth  as  quickly  as  possible.  a  poor  hangover  cure,  perhaps.  but,  fuck,  did  parson’s  pancakes  really  hit  the  spot.  ‘  pass  the  syrup,  mm?  ’  mumbles  through  another  forkful  at  dominic,  wiping  down  her  cheek  with  a  crumpled  napkin.  ‘  didn’t  realize  you  were  such  a  lightweight,  either.  ’  and  she  nudges  his  shoulder,  teasing  him.  ‘  we  didn’t  drink  that  much,  last  night.  did  we?  ’

the  sound  of  deenie’s  cutlery  scraping  against  the  plate  reverberates  inside  his  soul,  and  dominic  cringes  into  himself.  ❛  ‘s  fine,  it  happens.  ❜  dom  waved  his  fork  at  her,  brain  still  swimming.  ❛  uh  ?  yeah,  syrup.  right.  ❜  he  nodded,  taking  a  moment  too  long  to  reach  for  the  syrup  she  had  asked  before  handing  it  over  to  the  woman.  dom  rolled  his  eyes  at  her  words,  though  deenie  has  a  point;  dominic  could  drink  his  own  body  weight  in  liquor,  but  with  each  passing  year,  the  consequences  the  morning  after  made  such  action  less  and  less  appealing.  ❛  no,  we  didn’t.  i  might  be  getting  old.  or  just  outta  practice.  ❜

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dysfcnctional‌:

              · ⋅ ·  kai  sighed  heavily  once  more,  now  holding  back  the  desire  to  purposely  cause  pain.   ❛  yes,  because  a  tattoo  is  the  perfect  way  to  sabotage  you.  ❜    his  tone  was  cleary  cynical  as  he  leaned  close  to  dominic  again,  marking  the  man’s  skin  with  the  needles  and  following  steadily  the  piece  in  which  he  was  working  on  for  the  last  few  hours  ―  just  so  he  could  put  his  hands  away  once  more  as  he  noticed  another  minimal  movemente.   ❛  it  is  tiny.  and  i’m  not  a  doctor  nor  anything,  but  i  don’t  think  your  heart  isn’t  at  that  side  of  your  ribcage.  so  just  chill  and  let  me  do  my  job  before  i  live  up  to  my  words  to  draw  a  happy  pile  of  poop.  you  should’ve  prescribed  a  novocaine  ointment  for  yourself  before  coming  here…  or  do  you  want  me  to  take  that  part  of  your  shady  job  as  well?!  ❜

❛  of  course  it  is.  who  would  trust  a  doctor  with  a  shitty  tattoo  ?  ❜  dom  asked.  ❛  joke’s  on  you,  i’ll  write  a  horrible  yelp  review  about  you.  ❜  not  that  dominic  had  ever  written  (  or  read  )  a  yelp  review  in  his  entire  life,  but  the  threat  felt  fitting  anyways.    ❛  just  because  my  heart  isn’t  glued  to  my  ribs  doesn’t  mean  you  can’t  shove  your  hand  in  there  and  find  it.  ❜  he  scoffed.  ❛  my  last  tattoo  artist  didn’t  let  me  put  any  numbing  cream  or  anything,  he'd  say  it  can  fuck  up  the  drawing.  also  why  i’m  not  plastered  drunk  right  now:  alcohol  thins  your  blood,  which  is  not  what  you  want  when  poking  your  skin  with  a  bunch  of  lil’  needles.  ❜

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forgcts‌:

“that rough a night, huh?” jonah asked with a slight grin, holding his phone away from his face. “i’m a soft talker, buddy, but that group coming in? they’re not. i’d book it if i were you.” he took the last sip of his coffee and then purposefully slammed it down on the bar just as a few laughing women entered the diner.

❛  rougher  morning.  ❜  dominic  said,    frowning  a  little  at  the  man’s  following  words,  turning  around  on  his  chair  to  look  at  said  group,  visibly  wincing  at  the  mixture  of  the  sounds  of  the  coffee  mug  and  the  laughter.  ❛  god,  you’re  an  asshole.  ❜  the  man  scoffed.  ❛  for  fuck’s  sake,  why  are  you  people  so  goddamn  loud  ?  ❜

[luthienne]

“…my spite was sharp as broken glass.”

— Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Tiger’s Bride”