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MC - Bodyguard Pt 3

Summary: While Midge explains her and y/n's relationship to Dinah, she reflects on their first date.

Pairings: Midge Campbell and Reader

Warnings: Some angst and mentions of rape

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Midge POV

"Mom? Y/n?" We hear Dinah say shocked in the doorway. We didn't hear the door open, too caught up in each other. "What in the hell is going on here?"

"No need to be upset Dinah" I say while y/n makes sure that the covers are still covering our naked bodies. She looks to the ground next to the bed to see our clothes strewn all over the floor. 

"Then what's this?" She asks, gesturing to the floor. 

"Well, it's a lot to explain." I replied.

"Then let's hear it. We have time." She demands.

"Dinah, we really don't. You have your awards ceremony soon. We can all discuss this at home. I want you to have a good time while you're here. Let's not worry about this until we're home."

"I don't care, I need to know. How long has this been going on?"

"Dinah, I said we'll talk about this when we'll get home." I says sternly. I see y/n crawl further into the bed, probably wanting to disappear.

"No! I need to know now!" Dinah almost yells.

"Ok fine. But can you give us a moment to at least get dressed?" I ask as I finally give in. Ever since Dinah turned 14, she's had such an attitude, especially towards me. I knew she probably wouldn't take this well, but she was going to have to find out eventually. I didn't know how she stood on anything regarding me being lesbian. I'm not out yet, as it's 1955 and it probably wouldn't be great for my career if I was out. Especially if it was with my bodyguard. But I honestly don't care. I just love y/n and that's all that matters.

"Yes please." She says as she leaves the cabin, slamming the door behind her. Y/n and I get up out of bed and quickly get dressed.

"I love you, no matter what." I say kissing y/n quickly. She tries to hold on to the kiss as long as she can.

"I love you too. We got this." She says taking hold of my hand and squeezing it. We walk towards the door and I open it, seeing Dinah sitting on the steps, arms folded. She looks up at us and just gets up and storms in the room, bumping y/n's shoulder on the in. She sits at one of the chairs at the dining table, so me and y/n sit down there too, me next to her and y/n across from her. Dinah  folds her arm and looks down. 

"How long has this been going on?" Dinah asks, not even looking up to make eye contact with either of us.

"Since before you were born Dine, we went on our first date right after I hired her. Not even a week after." I reply. I look over at y/n with adoration in my eyes, and see her blushing while looking down at her hands. I place a hand on her thigh under the table. She looks up at me and smiles, still blushing. This makes me blush as well, remembering our first date.

FLASHBACK

The year was 1937, and I had finally had my first successful movie. (I know that this would also make Midge seem like super old during the movie but I'm going with it for the story's sake). I had to hire a bodyguard and I chose her. She was the only woman, and I was a suffragist and huge women's rights activist. (again, ignore the timeline, idk history of real life). This was part of the reason why I needed a bodyguard. With being famous and an activist, I was a target. I told y/n, my new bodyguard, that I she would sleep in my guest room at my house, incase of any emergencies. I've had threats of break ins and I've had stalkers before, so I told her I want her with me at all times. But I just couldn't get over how beautiful she was, and how dedicated she was to her job, and how quickly she adapted to the new environment. On her third night, I invited her to have a glass of wine with me. At first she refused, not wanting to drink on the job, but after I told her that it'd be ok for just this one night, she gave in. I ended up confessing to her that I'm lesbian, and to my dismay, she told me that she was one as well. The chances of both us being lesbian shocked me. I hadn't told anyone before that I was lesbian, especially because I know that I could get in big trouble for it. 

Before I knew it, we both leaned in and kissed each other. This was a feeling that I have never felt before. Sure, I've kissed on screen before, but those were all useless men just doing it for the camera. This was a real kiss, with someone who I actually wanted to kiss. And it seemed like she wanted it too. The kiss seemed to go on for what seemed like an eternity. And when we broke apart, we just stared into each other's eyes. Her eyes seemed to have a certain sparkle in them, like she just conquered the world. 

"I've been waiting my whole life for this" I said, still staring into her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

"Me too." y/n says, placing her hand on my cheek.

"What, to kiss Midge Campbell?" I asked, leaning back a little.

"No, well yes, but no. To kiss a girl, a Woman. To finally find someone like me." y/n rambled. She regains that glitter in her eyes. "Midge?"

We had been on a first name basis since her first day. I hated being called 'Ms. Campbell.' Makes me sound old. "Yes, y/n?"

"Can I kiss you again?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

"Of course." I said. We both lean in, this time kissing more passionately than before. She moves her hands to my cheeks and I move my arms around her neck as we deepen the kiss. 

As we pull away, I ask her, "I think I want to do this with you." She looks at me in shock. "But we have to do this in secret. My career would be over if people found out. And I know that it would be the same for you. We could get in big trouble if we get caught. But I'm willing to do this if you are."

"I'd be willing to sacrifice my career to do something like this. Anything to be truly in love. And I'd love to do it with you." y/n says, grinning from ear to ear, taking my hands in hers. 

Two nights later, at the film premiere for my new movie, I of course brought y/n. Although she was just standing in the back, she was there for me. In case of any incidents, and to support me. After walking the red carpet, we sat next to each other in the theatre and when the lights went off, we secretly held hands. Of course we had to be careful about this, to ensure that no one saw. We didn't go to any afterparty, but instead just went straight to my house to have some drinks and celebrate. Of course she didn't have enough to get drunk, incase anything were to happen. We had a great time that night, just the two of us, dancing to music, holding each other. We shared a few kisses here and there, in the privacy of my home. 

END OF FLASHBACK

We always considered that night our first "official" date. But we considered our anniversary to be the day we first kissed. I've never told anyone about that, about us. Not Dinah, not my parents, not a soul. But since she found out, it's time she learns the truth.

"And what about Father?" Dinah asks, getting a bit upset.

"Well, that night y/n was sick and I insisted to her that I was fine to go out on my own. So I went out to a bar, got a little too drunk, and your father ended up taking advantage of me. I ended up getting pregnant with you. Now don't get me wrong, I love you so much Dine, and I will never not love you. But I do resent your father for what he did to me."

"So that's all I am to you? Is some accident from my father when he forced you to have sex with him?" Dinah asked, now getting upset, tears forming in her eyes.

"No, no honey. You are not an accident. You were meant to happen. Everything happens for a reason. You happened for a reason. And I love you so incredibly much." I say trying to get her to believe me.

"But I don't understand. You were married to dad for eight years? Did you ever really love him?"

"I, well, uh- no Dinah. I know we were married and all, but that was just for show. There's no way I could be a single mom and still have a good reputation."

"Did he ever know? About you and y/n?"

"No, not that I know of. We've kept it a secret this long. You're the first to ever find out. When we got divorced, it was because we just didn't get along. You remember all the fighting right?" I say, sad that Dinah had to experience that as such a young child.

"Yeah, I do. I don't remember what all you were fighting about, but I just remember that it happened often. Does anyone else know about you two?"

"No Dine. Just us three. But I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone. This could ruin our family. My career. Your future. Promise?" I hold out my pinky finger. Dinah loops it with mine, and y/n joins hers with ours at the last second. I chuckle, leaning onto y/n's shoulder. "We good, Dinah?"

"Yeah I guess we're good. But can I just, like, never experience that again?"

"Don't worry Dine, unless you walk in on us again, we'll keep it to ourselves. Hug?" I ask, getting up from the table.

"Fine" Dinah says as she rolls her eyes and gets up. We hug for a few seconds and I look over to see y/n looking at us lovingly.

"Come here y/n" I say as I wave her over. She joins us in the hug and we stay there for a minute until I feel Dinah start to get restless. I let them both go and give Dinah a kiss on the forehead.

"Ew mom, why" Dinah says as she wipes it off.

"Oh Dinah, I sure do love you." I say, smiling. I grab y/n's hand and swing it back and forth a little bit. 

"Mom, y/n! It's time for the awards ceremony!" Dinah yells from outside the cabin. 

"We'll be out in a minute!" I yell back to her. Me and y/n were almost done getting ready. Once we were all done, I gave y/n a small kiss on the lips. We walk out of the cabin as if nothing ever happened.

"Mom, your lipstick is all smudged- oh- ewww" Dinah says, disgusted.

[kiddosaurus]

(hi im so sorry i wanted to just agree with a point you made and then wrote a full rant feel free to ignore me/delete this ask)

I definitely agree about the average age feeling like it's dropping (I also think that's just the Internet as a whole, coming from someone who literally got their first tumblr account at 11. also think it's because kids don't lie about their ages as much anymore, like I was lying until I was at least 15 and still vague about it until I turned 18) and part of me gets a little concerned by it? like yeah, I definitely showed interest in things like agere once I hit puberty age but most of my actual age regressing/dreaming I've only done since I was 16 when I had gotten past the initial wave of that

maybe it's the old age (I'm literally 18 lol) but I do worry when I see super young people in this community about the effects that regressing may have on them and their future development? or at least when I see 13-14 year olds post saying they're looking for cgs like I get so scared some weirdo is going to see it and use it as an opportunity to gain some power over them or gain their trust because the kid is too young to be able to realise what's happening

i hope it's alright for me to respond to this, just lmk if you want me to delete this reply

i feel a lot of what you're saying tbh. i still try to be understanding towards the super young folks, as i myself was super young when i first discovered the agere community, but idk. i was 12 at the time, but my situation was fairly odd compared to most folks (at that point i was already well into puberty, and there were times where i was involuntarily regressing from stress and trauma long before i knew what agere was, and finding the community helped me put a name to my experiences), so even then it's still hard to understand a lot of the youngest people in the community now, as the reasons for them getting into it are VASTLY different than any of my own. im only a couple months short of 18, and it never fails to shock me how old this stuff makes me feel :')

i DEFINITELY agree on the whole thing about worrying over possible issues with development and safety, though. i do feel like there's a (for lack of a better way to describe it) "honeymoon phase" for a lot of young teens discovering something like this that makes them happy and helps them cope, where they put a huge focus on it in a ton of aspects of their life, and that's something they just gotta get outta their system before they start to even things out. however, i definitely worry about development for kids who don't seem to learn how to balance agere with the rest of their life; any coping mechanism (including the healthy ones) can become unhealthy if it takes over your life in ways that cause repeated stress or harm, which seems to be the case for a lot of young folks discovering agere.

the whole cg safety thing is valid too. seeing so many 13-14 year olds giving out tons of personal info to strangers in hopes that they'll find a cg that they've never even talked to always makes me anxious. i don't think there's anything wrong with them wanting someone like that in their lives, and i think there are ways to kind of explore that while still staying safe, but the way people actually go about it is worrying. like... when i was young and discovering agere, at least there were plenty of adults in the community who made an effort to teach younger folks how to stay safe with stuff like this, but that doesn't seem to be as much of a thing anymore since the demographic has shifted to be so young as a whole and there are way more teens than adults. 2017-2018 was a very different time compared to 2023.

im sorry that this reply got so long, this whole thing has just been on my mind and it's nice hearing someone who at least understands part of what im saying