#domino ibarra ~ thread

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@atrickrtreat sent -> 💋 for a new year's kiss from domino to kit.

They’d only seen each other a handful of times, and Domino knew it was a stroke of luck — fate intervening — when he and Kit arrived at the same New Year’s Eve party. He grinned to himself when he saw them across the expanse of the dance floor, arming himself with a bottle of champagne before bothering to trek across the club and greet them. Once behind them, Dom leaned in, one arm draping over their shoulders holding two glasses by the stem. “Care to join me?” Kit turned around just as the countdown began, and Domino was sure fate was to blame once more as he leaned in to kiss them sloppily on the mouth. “It’s gonna be a good year…”

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domino is all smiles as gareth seem to lose his composure, his body a brilliant shade of pink which only makes him cuter, at least if you ask dom. "don't be offended, baby." he says in that smooth, velvety tone he has. "you just need a little more confidence... you gotta put on the mask, really play the part. you ever done any acting? even in a school play?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, eyes scanning the young man's body.

the moment the man exposes that he also works here, a flush of embarrassment fills his features immediately. "oh," he murmurs out, shifting awkwardly off of the other man's frame, to sit down beside him. "what about my personality could do with improving?" he can't say he's not insulted by the declaration, because he absolutely is. self-concious as he faces the other, clearly more competent, stranger, ready to take any pointers he can offer him. gareth wanted this to work, so sure he had something worth paying for.

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@reevezs got bury me face down by grandson & domino

Domino is three sheets to the wind already. Somebody should have probably cut him off some time ago, yet here he is, nursing his nth drink and blinking unevenly as he talks the ear off of the guy seated on the stool next to him. He gestures for the blue-haired man's refill then tips his glass back, dribbling a bit of the booze down his neck which he sloppily wipes up.

He levels his gaze at the other man, at least as best he can, and offers him an inebriated smile. "I've been counted out, ya know? Left for dead. But somehow... someway, I'm'a keep chuggin' along." He nods his head, finishes the liquor in his glass with a heaved sigh, and braces himself on the bar, nodding with a sense of finality. No matter what, he can always look to the bright side. Even if everything feels like it's crushing in all around him. "It's gonna be alright."

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@ghostsxagain sent -> [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― liam paints a picture onto part of dom's body

Their reunion has been a sweet one, perhaps a little quicker than most people in Domino's life would prefer, but he knows what he wants. He's known it's been Liam since that first night, and he was ready to give up until seeing Li again, realizing what had kept the blond from him. Now? Now he was ready and willing to throw all caution to the wind to make sure nothing of the sort ever happened again.

It could be them together, forever, and baby made three.

Sitting stock still, Domino stares at the wall as he feels the cool paint being swiped onto the flesh of his back. He's patient and quiet, but they've been like his for hours, and it's starting to get to him. Especially the silence. "So... do I get any clues other the brown and green flecked on your face?"

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@richlust wanted an itty bitty starter featuring -> 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚

"if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything."

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Domino winked at Kit, his hand on their lower back as he led them out into the night, over to his car. "Glad I was able to persuade you." He said with a smirk, opening the passenger side car door for them to allow them to easily get into his car. "Do you want a late night snack?"

Would their sister even notice if they came home that night or not? Probably not. She has otherwise occupied herself. "Well, in that case, sure. Let's get the hell out of here." Kit would have gone either way, they had already decided but they didn't want to seem too eager.

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Honestly, by the time Domino had let slip the three little words he’d been feeling buzzing through him, he had completely forgotten that it was this that was the hang-up between them and the final step; between Domino and getting all of Liam. The process of completing his consumption of Liam had been beautiful, too, with Dom certain he’d fallen even more in love, but now it was tainted. Had it been so bad that it had changed everything? Was it something Liam really hadn’t wanted and, once giving it to Dom, realized his mistake, let the shame of it eat away at the good things they had? Were they not compatible in that way? Was Liam otherwise dissatisfied? Whatever the case may be, Domino was willing to put in whatever work, make whatever cuts and sacrifices. He was well and truly in love and he was pretty sure that hadn’t happened since high school.

After baring himself, or so it felt, that sigh that escaped the blond’s lips felt like a gut-punch. Now who was being dramatic? He feared the worst because that would make sense, right? He’d wind up in this bubble of love he’d never expected and then it would burst at his highest point, leaving him to crash miles back down to the earth.

Dom couldn’t help but squint when Liam tried to assure him he was the perfect partner by a long shot. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, jaw closed tightly until the other man finished speaking. It was true, when they’d met, the sexual energy between them was unmatched. It had to be part of the reason Domino had fallen so hard so fast for Liam — could someone not only keep up but, some nights, best him? — but it wasn’t the only thing, and Dom had faith in their magnetic chemistry. Whatever funky, fucky shit was happening between them now was simply a hurdle or chasm to cross, they simply had to find a way to navigate it.

Only problem was, Dom had a blindfold on and Liam didn’t seem too keen on helping him get it off.

He couldn’t help but notice as Liam made himself smaller, tucking himself into the furthest corner of the couch. Domino took that personally, too, thinking Liam just didn’t want Dom to touch him, so he stood up, moved to the other sofa diagonally adjacent to where Liam was laying so he could still see the other man just fine but didn’t run the risk of accidentally touching Liam.

“Can you try to explain it?” He asked, unable at all to fathom what Liam was feeling but also having nothing with which to compare it to. Liam’s biological sex mattered so little to Domino that he often forgot the issues that stemmed from it not matching his gender identity. “Why do you feel disgusted with yourself?” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as his hands — clasped, to prevent himself from reaching out — dangled between them, curiosity and mild hurt mingling in his expression. “Is it because of what we did?” He asked, realization a slow train pulling into the station. “We don’t have to do that, we don’t have to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. It’s your body. I don’t get to make those choices for us, and don’t let me sway you just because you want to please me. Obviously, it’s not worth it. Not if you’re going to get like this, cupcake.” He said, small smile on his lips as he lost the battle with himself, lifted one hand to gently nudge Liam by the cheek with his thumb into looking at Domino, trying to get a smile out of him one way or the other. “It’s hurting you, which hurts me, which means we just need to navigate another way around the tracks.” His hand fell down to Liam’s shoulder; god, he was a sucker for touch. “Don’t shut me out. No matter how silly you think your thoughts are. ‘Cause, babe, honestly, I don’t think that’s silly at all. You got a lot in your head that I can’t begin to understand, but I’d like to try. So, forgive me if I have a lot of questions, but, you know, I don’t throw around I love yous like they’re nothing; I don’t intend on walking away from you any time soon. Good or bad, right? So, this week’s a bad one. So, we don’t know where we’re going next, but the journey’s half the fun, yeah? Lemme help. That’s all I want.”

Being knocked into a state like this was certainly the last thing Liam expected to happen after the step he'd taken with Domino. Love was supposed to be freeing and safe. They were supposed to be happy and all over each other now that the boundaries had essentially disappeared. Instead Liam was left with a self-hatred that gnawed relentlessly at him. It chewed up the joy at being in a happy relationship; it wolfed down all of his creativity; it devoured his sex drive. A husk was all that was left.

From a logical standpoint, Liam could recognize how dramatic this all was. He didn't want to put Dom through any of it. He would have preferred to snap himself out and carry on like nothing changed. But try as he might, this haze was fused to him, tethered like a shadow lurking behind. He was more fragile than he wanted to be - not very masculine of him, was it?

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that today was the day Domino spoke up about it. He had feelings of his own that deserved to be tended to and Liam was being wholly selfish and neglectful. He sighed after Domino was done speaking, forcing himself to sit up because god help him they were having this conversation. He felt truly pathetic as he stared at the man that now held his heart in his hands, wishing there was a way to articulate the ugly things he felt about himself in a way Domino would understand.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Dom. You're quite literally the most perfect partner I've ever had. It's not even close either." Before all this, Liam had been an even match for Domino's sexual appetite. They were well suited to one another in just about every way possible. So to have it all suddenly switch off? Yeah, it was confusing for both of them. "Hurting you isn't my intention. I just... I'm feeling things that I shouldn't be feeling and I don't know how to turn it off. I want to lose myself in you and enjoy being in love but I'm stuck in a hell of my own making." He tucked himself into the corner of the couch, afraid to reach for his lover because he didn't deserve to seek comfort when he was causing the problems, right? "I feel wrong. Maybe it sounds silly to your ears but the truth is that I'm thoroughly disgusted in myself." He had to swallow down a painful lump in his throat that had formed while he spoke. He'd never been a crier before so why start now??

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Dom really did need a friend in that moment, so it was nice — exponentially so to his intoxicated mind — that Zach could relate with him. Everything’s a much bigger deal when you’re drunk, after all. “Don’t it always seem to go?” He asked, his forehead creasing in the center as is eyebrows drew upward and inward. A slow smile followed. “You only ever tend to get told what to do from people who think they know better than you but are horribly mistaken.” He nodded then, like adding a finality to it, like that made it the truth.

The next statement bewildered him, and he forgot, for a half a second, that they weren’t talking about his personal life, per se, but about life and people in general. His heart rate had spiked, though, but he laughed, shaking his head, hiding the moment of panic behind another swig from his own glass.

“Trash taking itself out, huh?” He asked, frowning slightly. “What if someone takes themselves out... and I don’t think they’re trash?”

Maybe he should loosen up a bit? Relax, lend an ear. Stop analyzing everything around him for one evening and just... go with the flow, whatever that meant. Dom clearly didn't need advice and could figure out things himself, and Zach's company was just enough. No more booze-won't-help-you-like wisdom tonight, then.

Zach offered a nod; he could relate to that statement since he was pretty stubborn himself. The only reason he wouldn't mind being excluded was that he didn't really care about being a part of anything in the first place. "Especially when they're profoundly dumber," he replied only half-jokingly.

"It's not like you wanna convince them they made a mistake, though." He grinned and raised the glass to his lips again. "So maybe it's this... trash taking itself out thing and all that shit. Sounds good to me."

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domino can sense the switch in tension. doors wants to be mad at him but the frustration is turning into the sort of tension that got them into this mess in the first place. he antagonizes it with the wiggling of his eyebrows, the broadening of his grin. he's handsome and he knows it, charming and magnetic. people like doors don't stand a chance against him. "no... no, 'course i don't. god knows how much you love this job." he teases, brow furrowing as he chokes back another delighted little laugh. he's so fuckin' self-satisfied, it's almost annoying. "c'mon, baby, you know i don't hate you. pretty far from it, actually." he says, looking all around before pulling the other man down on top of his lap and kissing him mercilessly on his pretty mouth. "why do you hate me? you resist me so much, i'm starting to think you don't like me anymore." it's punctuated with a pout that dissolves with the force of domino's laughter as he gives the other man an affectionate squeeze.

frustrated and irritated, but wanting to combat it by kissing the devilish grin off of the other's lips. doors knows he wouldn't ever do this usually, but there's something about the other. far too tempting, too moreish. he fails to disguise his own smirk, shifting closer despite his better judgement. "do you want me to get fired?" the question falls, but any authenticity behind it dissipates the moment the sweet little giggle escapes once the question has, fingers gripping at his shoulders, wanting nothing more than to be with him again and again and again, entirely overwhelmed by how good the experience had been. doors wasn't the kind of guy who revelled in the notion of fucking in a plane toilet. they were too small and it was pretty disgusting, but he'd forgotten where they were, forgotten all of it - morals and fears swiped from his memory, and all he could possibly recall was domino and his touch and his voice and his mouth, and how badly he was going to crave it all from here on out. "why'd you hate me so bad, huh?"

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Domino didn't have a singular issue with Kit taking charge of the situation, it sort of invigorated him, actually, made him excited. "Ah, of course, gotta check that schedule of yours. Would hate for you to double-book a date." He teased, eyes glittering as he put his hand on Kit's hip and drew them just a little bit closer. "I was going to get us nice and buzzed then you know... wait 'til the moment was right. But I like your plan better."

One had to be a little forward from time to time to get what they wanted and they had learned that when they were a teenager. IT helped and now they were more than happy they decided to speak up when it came to Dom. "This weekend? I believe I'm free, I'll have to check my phone later and give you a definite answer." Though they knew they were but of course, Kit had to play like they were a busy person. 'How did you have it all planned out then? Since I ruined it and all."

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Domino is doing his best to be okay, convincing himself that Liam is right and true, and he won’t leave again, but the baby’s not here yet, and it’s still somewhat fresh. So, there’s still a part of him that worries. He worries that it’ll all be too much, that their little bundle of joy will arrive and Li will decide he doesn’t actually want any of it. Then it’ll just be Dom and their baby against the world, and he’s trying not to think about it but silently prepare for it at the same time. If Liam knew that, he knows it would shatter the other man’s heart, so he keeps it close to his own, praying that the worst won’t come to fruition. But his mama taught him better than to not prepare for it all the same.

He loves Liam so much, is more proud of him than he has the words or capacity to express, so he hopes to show it in any way he can. If that means spending extra time paying attention to the little details in his art, then Dom will spend all day doing so. He doesn’t even realize how much it means to his lover, just does it on instinct, drinking in all the finer details, committing it to memory. “You’re so fuckin’ talented, babe…” He says again, dumbfounded, and he’s looking at Li with all the adoration and affection in the world. He can’t help it. It just oozes right out of him like some wound, infected with all his love for the other man. He furrows his brow at the words that come out of Liam’s mouth, hadn’t realized until just now that Li might want something different for them. But it makes sense. It’s not like either of them is in a family friendly business, and he wants their child to thrive. “I mean, yeah, that might be a stretch if only ‘cause I hear the term starving artist so often and never really hear about the rich ones, but I have similar dreams. Maybe I could get a good job, like at the mill or somethin’? The railroad? A nice union job with decent pay and benefits that way I can take care of you and our family, and we wouldn’t have to worry about nothing. I think that’s doable, don’t you?” The sacrifices he was willing to make for this man and their child were astounding to everyone who knew him, but he felt that being with Liam and building a life with him were the only options for himself and would, thus, do whatever it took to bring that fantasy to reality. Especially after losing the man once.

Neither one can really begin to comprehend the inner workings of the other's mind. Liam knows he messed up rather spectacularly by breaking off their engagement, especially since Domino had figured it all out for himself and asked Liam to his face if they had conceived. It should have been easy to say yes, to lean into this together right from the start. The sudden split and subsequent missed time left a mark on Dom, it had to. He said he was fine, still seemed to love the blond as earnestly as he had before. The wounds were there under the skin though, how couldn't they be? Liam made it a point to be tender with Domino, patient and sweet with as minimal complaining as possible about his condition. It's the least he could do.

His heart swells with pride as he watches Dom zoom in. He's taking in every little detail and it's really sweet that he cares so much. Liam laughs as he's pulled in closer, not daring to fight against it. While he's utterly repulsed with himself and would prefer not to be looked at, let alone touched, it's different with Domino. Every touch from his lover, no matter how small, sends electric currents through his body. The chemistry and attraction from their earliest encounters evolved into a beautiful and passionate love, one that Liam hasn't witnessed, let alone experienced for himself. "Thank you, darling. You know, I have these silly dreams where I manage to make a decent living off of my art, which means I don't need to rely on my family's money anymore. The two of us would be able to support ourselves and travel without concern, never stress over bills. It's a beautiful little fantasy but very unlikely to come to pass. Do you have any fun hypothetical futures in mind for us? Perhaps yours are more attainable."

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Their lifestyles suited each other, and that was part of the draw. It was hard to pursue a relationship with someone with a more traditional job or schedule, but, with Kit, Dom didn't have to worry about that. He grinned at their forwardness, another thing that had drawn him to them in the first place. "Nah... I was actually going to do it tonight, but you're kinda makin' my plan shift so..." He cocked his head to the side, his gaze dropping to Kit's mouth like it had a mind of its own. "Mm... do you wanna go get dinner with me this weekend?"

Their parents were very understanding of the life that Kit had chosen to live and they were grateful for that. Domino was definitely different from the type of guys that Kit had found themselves surrounded by and that was what made him more appealing to the drag queen. "Mhm, you were definitely right about that, so I guess my next question is, when exactly are you going to ask me out? Are you willing that into the universe too?"

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domino snorts when gareth says okie dokie, his grin dimpling just one cheek, amusement a bright sparkle in the warm earth tone of his eyes. he offers a knowing wink to one of the other employees and follows the shorter man to privacy, being respectful while watching the fluid motions of the brunet's body, tucking tips into gareth's waistband. "well, you've got the moves... the personality could use a little tweaking." he teased. "i'm domino, by the way. i work here, too. want some pointers?"

"okie dokie." nobody who was sexy said okie dokie. gareth knew that, that's why he grimaces when he turns away, leading the man towards one of the less busy spaces near the back. he gives him a moment to sit down, then shifting closer, though not close enough to touch him. if there's anything that gareth is capable of, it's moving his body in an attractive, entrancing way. he just doesn't know where to look as he's doing it. hips rocking expertly, his fingers slipping along the material of his sweatpants.

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Domino was, in general, a positive type of person — always ready with an easy smile and uplifting comment. He, too, enjoyed living a carefree life and that was perhaps part of the draw to Kit. That and how unique they were. Dom found himself just wanting to get to know Kit better. He was grinning still as they questioned him. He poured them each a flute of champagne and handed one to Kit before clinking the glasses together. "Nah... not a psychic or anything, just a gut feeling. Plus, I plan to will it into existence." He was big on manifesting. "I had a feeling I'd see you again, and I was right about that..."

Kit was just hellbent on living their best life right now. Their family was carefree, especially their father and it seemed young Kit followed in his footsteps. Had they expected Domino to be there? No, but it was nice that they would bring in the New Year with him. Kit was going to be a smart ass when they realized it was Domino behind them but before anything could get out of their mouth, the other's lips were on theirs and Kit kissed him back. "Is it now? You can see the future now too?"

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Domino, by no means, relied on alcohol or drugs as a crutch. His worst vice was sins of the flesh, but he managed to turn that into a relatively lucrative business opportunity, so he'd call that a win. He had a way of taking the lemons life gave him and making margaritas. The last couple of days, however, the lemons had been particularly sour. He was having a difficult time, but he would get there.

Dom didn't notice when Zach tensed to the touch. He was a tactile sort of person and tended to forget that a lot of people didn't like unprompted touch. This was particularly forgotten when he was at this level of inebriation. He just grinned unevenly at the other man.

"Huh... interesting perspective. but I don't like people making decisions for me. I guess I'm stubborn like that, you know?"

Sipping on his drink, Zach watched the other man curiously. Would his method work or not? Sometimes, a simple distraction was all one needed to regain strength, look at a problem from a different point of view, get stuff off their chest, and feel a tad lighter. As long as no big decisions were made under the influence, this way of dealing with stress seemed to work for people, so maybe Dom was right.

Zach tensed a bit at the pat on his back; his usual and kind of automatic reaction to unexpected touch. "Alright, this makes sense," he said with a hint of a smile, as his muscles relaxed again. "Kinda relieving to hear that."

He took a drink and sat there quietly for a moment, thinking whether he should or shouldn't share this thought that just came into his slightly intoxicated mind. Finally, the decision was made, and he spoke again. "You know, it's gonna sound lame as fuck, but being counted out sounds better than doing it yourself. A conscious decision of not participating in any of it," he said, with a random wave of his hand.

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Domino has long lost count of how many drinks he's actually slammed back. He's not usually this sloppy. He likes to party, sure, but he usually knows when to stop. He's usually a lot more fun, not just hanging on the bar shooting whiskey and lamenting. Even if this isn't really lamenting, he feels it in his heart.

"Yup, yup, that's correct-o!" He says, punctuating the affirmation with a point to the air like adding an exclamation point. At the question, though, Dom turns slowly on his stool and looks confusedly at the other man before barking a laugh and patting Zach generously on the back. "'Course I don't think it's going to help. This is just a distraction. Shit'll get better, sure, but I think I deserve to take a dip under the water sometimes when I'm drowning. Ya know?"

It would be his third drink, which, in Zach's case, counted as a night of heavy drinking. Not that he didn't like alcohol, far from it. He simply didn't enjoy the feeling of one drink too many so chose to stay blissfully tipsy. However, the other man clearly did not care about the hangover that would inevitably come the next morning, and the more he listened to him, the more he understood why.

Still, that didn't stop him from being that annoyingly reasonable one, and his comment would either make the man get another drink or he wouldn't even care anymore. Zach wasn't sure which one it would be. "There's always a silver lining. Hope you don't think it's gonna help, do ya," he asked, pointing at the glass with his chin.