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amelia & dominic

a breathe she didn’t even realize she held to this point left her lips when he stayed right where he was. next to her. where he should be. for as long as her dad demands it that is. amelia knew what speaking of her feelings might do- the consequences they’d suffer. her father was a wise man, but a cruel one as well. loyalty was a word he lived by and expected no less from his family and employees. it would cost dom’s job and amelia’s freedom but still, her eyes shot down to where their hands met and for a moment she let herself imagine what it would be to hold his hand in public, without worrying she’d get him in danger she knew she won’t be able to get him out of. the light shake of her head indicated she exited the state of a sudden daydream and her eyes met him once again. a slight smirk appearing on her features at the mention of the bartender from earlier. “as if i’d ever leave with him.” she stated, a silent reassurance she knew he deserved, “and, i thought you knew by now that i don’t do cheesy stuff like phone numbers on napkins.” am shacked her head and turned to take her towel so she can shake off the sand it was covered in from dominic’s antics not too long ago. “did you have fun on your own?” she asked, “any girls distracting you from your job?” she mumbled out the following, managing the courage while she was still faced away from the man. 

there were certain things he knew he could pass off as simply doing his job. fingers ghosting against amelia’s back when they were walking by large crowds, or even lounging only inches away on the beach after today’s earlier events. he was always prepared to explain his actions to her father, the man he owed everything to. he knew his betrayal was the worst thing he could do to mr van buren, but some things were simply inevitable. even before he started working for the van burens, he was closed off to anything relating to an emotional relationship. he thought he could keep that up, but that had been proving more difficult as of late. a grin spread on his lips as she reassured him, and a short laugh followed as she jabbed at his flirting tactics. “well of course. you are a van buren after all. though, from my experience, your taste is a little below your standards. and pretty dangerous.” he teased. historically, hooking up with bodyguards was never the greatest of ideas. he quirked an eyebrow at her question as she turned away from him to finish cleaning off the towel. dominic fought off a small smile at the words as he sat himself in the sand with a sigh. “well, there is one distraction i can think of. even though her swimsuit probably cost more than my first two cars combined, she’s got me hooked.” he slid his ray-bans back over his eyes, leaning against his arms as he looked over at her, taking in the sight one more time behind the veil of his sunglasses.

#c; amelia #WE STAN FOR LIFE

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juliana & dominic

“did you ever think that you’d just meet someone, fall in love and that’d be it?” in desperate search for an answer to make herself not feel so alone. well-aware that it had been a random inquiry, though the thought had inhabited her mind over the last several weeks. the liquor that she’d consumed in the past hour definitely aided the question to slip. “man, how’d i get here?” she slumped in her seat, taking a sip from the straw that occupied her lips, letting the fruity taste linger on her tongue, before swallowing and feeling the burn of the alcohol ease down her throat. “god, how depressing.” a sigh freely releases. 

dominic rarely took his breaks inside the bar. however, with the rain that had started at the beginning of his shift, he decided to prioritize his comfort for once and sat himself on an empty stool beside the blonde. her question reminded him exactly why he didn’t take his breaks inside. he looked around for any other living soul that could be more comforting than he to answer her question, but found no one. “no.” he answered dryly. “nothing just ends up being it. something’s always bound to happen. and if nothing happens for, like, twenty years, one of you will end up dying either way.” he had tried to add on to his negative response to be consoling. clearly that wasn’t his strong suit. at her slumped stature, he reached out a large, tentative hand to pat her back quickly. “i’m ---- uh, sure you’ll get over it. things can’t be that bad.”

#c; juliana #have my large Uncomfortable with his Emotions Boy

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penelope & dominic

Penelope was rubbing the back of her friend whom wasn’t feeling so great post tequila shots, when she heard the loud sound of a voice she wasn’t very familiar with. The blonde spun around and let her eyes scan over the man, who clearly looked displeased. “Excuse me?” She asked genuinely, it was pretty hard to hear. “A bottle was stolen?” Pen immediately looked over to where one of her room-mates had been previously sitting, the space was now vacant. She groaned and rolled her eyes slightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me..-” she mumbled as she reached into her purse, pulling out cash. “How much do I owe you.” She asked, her tone now stern. It was clearly not the girl who took the bottle, but one her friends who must have darted off. 

mercy, or even compassion, weren’t words that were at the top ( or even the lower middle ) of dominic’s vocabulary. seeing the girl trying to rally her friends was nothing to dom. in his mind, if you’re not prepared to deal with your ‘friends’ consequences, you shouldn’t be friends at all. which is why when she pulled out the cash, he took it with an icy glance at her clique, nodding at the bartender before turning back to the girl. “sorry,” he started, the lie barely making it through believably. “you’re out for the night. gather your friends, or don’t. someone’s leaving this bar for the night and frankly i’ve already wasted too much time on this.” he sighed, waving his arm to the entrance pointedly.

#c; penelope

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amelia & dominic

her caramel hues went over his features, stopping at his lips and wondering if it would be too wrong to just.. “what?” she scoffed once his words got to her ears. she couldn’t help the humorless laugh that escaped through her bare lips at the mention of her father. hands shoot up to cross over her chest- a childish manner even, to prove just how displeased she was with the heard. if her father decided to replace him she had no word on his decision, and frankly, she shouldn’t care. that was business. but somehow during the time spent living with dominic, the two crossed the line between professional and personal long ago. “do you want to be relocated?” she couldn’t help but ask. sure, it was clear what answer she wanted to hear, but still- her eyes were locked on his, waiting for him to address the situation. “yeah.. okay,” she nodded slowly, though the raised eyebrows hinted her hesitation to believe the statement she was pretty sure he didn’t believe himself. his glare over her body made her lips stretch in a little smirk, though the pictures that surfaced in her mind, quickly vanished when he walked past her, leaving the blonde with a confused expression plastered over her face. “dom,” she called out softly, shooting her hand to take his, “you can– stay, if you want..” she offered, eyes locked on his when she bucked her shoulder up in a shrug, “i’m heading home soon, anyway..”

he can’t help but notice the way she looked at him, his jaw tensing at the conflicting feelings that were always threatening to come up, the same ones that kept him up most nights. he knew mentioning her father was dangerous territory ---- figuratively and literally. he’d spoken the words with the intent of shocking her, though at her next question, he gave a shrug. “i think we both know the answer to that.” dominic replied, almost regretting mentioning the assignment at all. he’d let himself forget what he was here to do too many times already. being in the city his loyalty to her father was never questioned he ---- well, he loved the man. but here, things were different. there were no distractions to amelia. her gaze was set upon his, searching for the answer he thought was so clear. dominic just wouldn’t be able to leave this assignment, no matter how annoyed he got on a daily basis. her soft voice as he walked away was enough to make him stop in his tracks, but he let her take his hand before turning towards her again. “i guess the beach isn’t all that bad.” he huffed, squeezing her hand slightly before letting it go, fingers tracing the outline of her hand before brushing it away completely ---- not being cautious in his position would be enough to get him a death sentence. he couldn’t risk being unprofessional in public, not even this far from home. “i’m sure as hell not giving that joke of a bartender a chance to offer you a ride home.” he gave a teasing smirk at that, unable to help himself.

#oof we made it boys #internet or no internet we out here #c; amelia

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childhood shows: malcolm in the middle (2000 - 2006)

#this is straight up a Dominic Moodboard i'm dead #musings

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amelia & dominic

her eyes narrowed and lips pursed at his words. her jaw tensed and she was sure they were no longer talking about her safety. “i’m sure he’ll make you one too, if i ask him nicely.” she fired back, eyebrows raising up while a little smirk grew on her features– the stranger in dom’s hands was visibly confused and concerned as to what exactly was going on in front of him. she knew she was pushing a button at this very moment, but she couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction that grew in her knowing that not only did he saw the bartender giving her his number, but it made him feel some kind of way too. she bit her lips while she watched the stranger run back to his friends and turned her head to dominic to hear his explanation, her hand still resting over his arm. amelia let out a sigh at the mention of ‘ job ‘ as the word seemed to be tossed left and right lately.. her hand moved away from his skin to rest on her lower back when she shacked her head to his words. “i’m pretty sure being paranoid doesn’t make the cut for your job qualifications, however..” she said, “if you’re jealous, just say so– there’s no need to tackle any human standing two feet too close to me.” her facial expression warmed down, offering the male a cheeky little smile. 

jaw tensed as the words left her lips. there was no question about who he’d actually wanted to tackle today, and it wasn’t the poor guy caught in the crossfire. “and just how nice are you planning to be?” as his anger was rising, her satisfaction seemed to grow. he should have known the bartender meant nothing to her, and he had no right to be possessive over her on this front. surely this wasn’t in his job description. yet he couldn’t help it. he pushed up his sunglasses into his tangled curls, eyes locked on her. “if you have a problem with my methods, why don’t we ask your father what he thinks, next time we visit. i’m sure i could be replaced quite easily.” he spoke the words gruffly, but he was already over it. he knew he’d always be over-bearing, and he also knew she’d always fight it. “m’not jealous.” her tease made him tense up again. of course he was jealous. he couldn’t help but give her a once over now that he was closer. she was out here looking like a fucking goddess, he was sure the guy with the frisbee would have attempted to give her his number as well. how could anyone not? he brushed the sand off his chest with a sigh. “i’m gonna go back in the shade. i fucking hate the beach.” he grumbled as he walked away, back to his sitting position against the shack.

#c; amelia #Rude Ass

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amelia & dominic

she was still shooting firey glares as the stranger took a step closer with an apologetic look. just as she was about to push herself in a sitting position to accept the apology she felt she’ll get & deserves, dominic’s figure knocked the other guy’s down, kicking sand in amelia’s direction in the process. “for fuck’s sake, dominic!” she cursed out loudly, standing up to brush some more sand off of her body. “yes, i’m okay.. it’s a mojito, not a deadly poison garnished with ice cubes and mint!” she threw her hands in the air as to get her point across and express her frustration better. it was stupid of her to think that dom won’t be near.. not that she minds in the slightest. but she’d rather have him next to her, enjoying the view and the weather together instead of tackling any random dude who sprinted ‘suspiciously’ in her direction. amelia almost forgot about the presence of the other man, until dominic practically forced him to apologize, which only made the blonde flush and shoot her hand to rub her cheek in embarrassment, this whole situation hitting too close to home. “i’m fine, it’s fine..” she spoke softly, aiming to grab dom’s forearm gently, “just let him go,” she squeezed hard, getting the message that this was not over across “please?” she managed the squeeze out through her teeth.

he could hear curse as he pushed the stranger to the ground. this was what he was tasked to do. ( and frankly, he kind of missed wrestling other bad guys ) dominic glanced back at her as she spoke, giving her a sarcastic laugh. “oh yeah ---- no it’s definitely just a mojito. i’m sure your good friend the bartender will make you another one for free.” he glanced down at the now soaking napkin with the ten digits on it, rolling his eyes once more. he was trying to give amelia more space, he really was. he thought it would be better ---- safer for them both. but clearly he couldn’t help himself. he knew she was angry with him, she could barely find the words to express it. he tried to fight off a small smile as he watched her, instead turning back to the guy he had a grip on. he sighed as she spoke, though his grip had already loosened the moment she’d took hold of his forearm. he finally took his hand off, muttering a half-assed apology to the stranger, who ran back to his friends shakily the minute he was let go. he turned to the petite blonde. “amelia. you know it’s my job to do this.” that was as much of an apology as he could physically muster up. he didn’t want to fight, but they were both too stubborn for any alternative. 

#c; amelia #we stan amelia yelling at dom

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starter for @pen-wash

of all the things that dominic finds annoying in his current life ( which is a lot of things ) being the bouncer at this club is on the top of his list. back in the city, he was tasked with babysitting one drunk. now he had a full bar of them. it was nearing the end of the night and the bartenders had called him inside. someone had reached around and stolen a bottle of tequila. he rolled his eyes and stepped into the dark space, moving towards the suspected party. he set his eyes on the tall blonde, arms crossed with an unpleasant look on his face. clearly, he didn’t like to be called inside. “which one of you stole the bottle?” he asked. “i’ve got better shit to do so one of your friends better own up to it and pay it.”

#c; penelope #pen-wash

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nova & dominic

Nova had stuck her head out the window, waving to get the passerby’s attention.”Hey! I just tried a new spice combination in my pumpkin cookies and I could really use a taste tester! If you like them, you can have some!”

dominic had been walking down the street, mind on the phone call he’d be giving mr van buren when he heard a shout from a car. his body immediately tensed up, until he realised it wasn’t anyone out to hurt him or amelia, just nova. “fuck, nova. you’re like the drive by shooter of baked goods.” he replied, though the offer was too good to resist. “you know i can’t resist a pumpkin cookie.”

#c; nova

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amelia & dominic

there was something about the beach that amelia loved dearly. certainly not the water- maybe, because she never learned how to swim but mostly because it held great dangers, like, sharks, jellyfishes, and little kids.. so that’s why she preferred the sand. with her designer swimsuit and hair tied up in a messy bun, she was busy sketching out the scenery before her on a little piece of paper she got with the bartender’s number when she ordered her mojito on the bar earlier. her life finally felt peaceful, until someone rushed to catch the frisbee that flew over the blonde and kicked the cup with the icy drink in it, spilling it all over am’s towel and drawing, making her grunt in disapproval. “hey, what the hell?” the blonde yelled after the stranger, turning her body in their direction, demanding an apology.

dominic had been trying his best to keep his distance. it was a perfect day, and there couldn’t be much harm in amelia sketching by the beach. he’d be out of his mind if he didn’t stay near her, even for a harmless activity like this. bare back was leaning against a lifeguard shack, dark eyes squinting at the people sharing the beach behind black ray bans. he’d already watched the kid bartending ogle amelia and not so subtly give her his number, which had made his eyes roll in annoyance. if that was the biggest threat to come by them, he’d have a long day of sitting in burning sand and sweating under the bright sun. that is, until he noticed a man running full force toward amelia. though it seemed he was trying to catch a frisbee, dominic’s instincts flared up. he sprung from his position, running towards the person. he’d been too far away, and they’d managed to knock the blonde’s drink over. still in defense mode, he tackled the stranger into the sand. he moved, bringing them into a headlock as dominic glanced back at amelia. “you okay?” he asked gruffly, examining the person quickly and loosening his grip. he didn’t seem to be anything but an idiot, so he got back up, hand gripping the other’s shoulder. “you gonna fuckin’ apologize to the lady, or do i have to knock some more sense into you?”

#c; amelia #and here they go LOL

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(( tommy martinez, 26, he/him, heterosexual )) [MUSE L]? no, that’s [DOMINIC CORONADO] but they can also be called the [CYNIC]. i’ve heard they can be [LOYAL && RESPONSIBLE] but also [OVER-BEARING && RETICENT]. they call oceanside their home when they aren’t too busy being a [BOUNCER AT THE LOCAL CLUB]. when you think about them, you can always picture [BLOODIED KNUCKLES AND SPLIT LIPS, LEATHER JACKETS FILLED WITH DRUGS, CLASSIC ROCK PLAYING FAINTLY ON A BUSTED RADIO].

hi hi hi! the name’s lexi and i’m from the est tz !! this is my Mf [clap emoji] Baby [clap emoji] dominic. he is annoyed. tired. tall. that’s it. FDJKFDK. but for real, you can find a bullet-form bio for him below, as well as a link to his wc page, and my d*scord for any plotting purposes :-)

dominic grew up in a tiny apartment on the rougher side of town with his mother. since he could remember, it was him and mom against the world.

his father had walked out before dominic could even say the word ‘daddy’. he had no memory of the man and no desire to find him.

he was a small kid, constantly getting picked on by the kids on his block. dominic was an angry child, but he internalized it, always putting his mother first. 

and on his fifteenth birthday, dominic had grown to six feet, and saw no sign of stopping (well he DID stop at 6′3″ the year after). he started working out, and soon he came to be known as the guy not to fuck with on the block. 

late night alleyway fights, coming home quietly with bloody knuckles and slipping into bed wincing, it all became part of dom’s way of coping with things.

after one particularly nasty fight, he came home to his mother sitting in the living room with some man in a suit. his mother rushed to him and started tending to his face, but his eyes were glued to the corporate schmuck sitting on his couch. 

the van burens had bought all the buildings on the block ---- they were known for flipping neighborhoods into perfectly gentrified areas. 

the lackey had noticed something special in dominic, and he was approached several times the next few weeks.

it took some time, but the offer of relocating his mother and he into a beautiful apartment on the  20th floor of the mogul’s most prestigious apartment had done the trick.

dominic then got initiated into the shadier parts of business, the training better than any military service could provide. though he was bulky before, he’d become ripped. 

this caught the bosses eye. this quiet kid with nothing to lose and an aggressive flair was just what he needed. he started meeting with dominic privately, sharing some of the most crucial details of his business. 

the relationship between the two strengthened quickly, and soon to the boss dominic was an integral part of his few personal bodyguards. to dominic, he’d found the father figure he’d always yearned for, deep down. he’d die for this family, and mr van buren knew that

so when his daughter moved away and business was starting to get too dicey, he sent his most trusted lackey ---- dominic.

dominic was reluctant to go. things were getting dangerous in the city and he didn’t trust anyone to keep the boss safe apart from himself.

he’d never oppose a van buren wish though, and headed towards the oceanside house with a heavy heart.

now that he’s here, he’s working as a bouncer at the local beach club, but his real work is updating mr van buren every night on his burner phone and assessing + dealing with any threat to his daughter, no matter how small or insignificant.

SO BASICALLY we got ourselves a fuckin Moody Boi who basically hates everything about this assignment but the only person he’s ever looked up to trusted him with this job so he’s gonna do it as best he can

he’s very cynical and sarcastic, and doesn’t let anyone in past that layer of him. tbh he doesn’t even know what there is past that because his whole life has been spent focusing on his physical aspects so he’s never introspected or anything like that lmao

ok i’m lazy i’ll put up my wc page in a bit but!!! like this or hmu on im’s or d*scord trashman#6025 to plot hehe

#os.intros #kicks rock #hullo #FJKSDHFDKS

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#thats my mf Baby #tags 2 come heh