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“…What do you mean, where did the biscuits go?… Just because I’m related to Sherlock Holmes doesn’t mean I’m a detective… What did you say? No, of course that’s not icing on my fingers… I was… helping Penny paint, that’s all.”

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“I fucked up.”

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“...Is this your way of trying to get out of helping me with my maths homework?” Dominic asked teasingly and with a half-smile, looking around the room, searching for any sign of the army doctor, “while brilliant, you did promise...”

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@watsonofagun / [cont.]

Words could not possibly have described the joy that existed in Dominic as they sat in the tent, the young boy bouncing on his sleeping bag excitedly, bundled in blankets and jumpers, and clutching his flashlight and book-- filled with spooky campfire stories about all the monsters that threatened to come out of the darkness and get them-- tightly to his chest, his stuffed toy lion beside him.

A boyish twinkle was alight in his eyes as he kept glancing out of the tent and upward, looking up at the clear sky with twinkling stars, and listening for any sign of their expected guests in the woods around them.

“Not yet,” Dominic replied, glancing back at John with a wide grin. Even though he came from a scientific, logical, at times emotionally closed off family like the Holmeses, the boy was young enough still so as not to have all his childhood wonder sucked out of him, and believed in the creature wholly and totally. “But there’s bound to be one soon, Uncle John. It’s the perfect night! ‘Lijah said so. And Will said that you and Uncle Sherlock and Uncle Greg fought a real life one off before! But don’t worry. Nothin’s gonna get us when I’m around, and ‘specially not when you’re here too.” The mention of his older brother caused his smile to widen, and his eyes showed the depth of his sincerity and his faith in the army doctor.

A thought occurring to him, he asked,

“...Do werewolves like toasted marshmallows? Should we make some for ‘em?”

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ofdeductiions:

[txt: Dom]    No, I don’t need bail.    SH

[txt: Dom]    Yes, it was my appointment today. I’m on my way home to Baker Street at the moment.    SH

[txt: Dom]    They determined that I have lupus.    SH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Lupus?

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Jesus.

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Jesus, Uncle Lock. I’m so sorry. - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Did they say what they’re going to do? What we can do to help you? - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

We’ll figure out something. You’ve come back from the dead and sat through all our teenage years, pretty sure you can get through anything at this point - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Course, red velvet cake helps. Cookie dough ice cream too - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

I’ll be there in fifteen. Want me to bring the dog? - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Sod it, bringing the dog, see you soon - DH

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[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Bit early in the day to ask for bail ;) - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Wait

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

Shit

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It’s Thursday, you had the doctor’s appt today, yeah? - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle]

What did they say? - DH

[txt: Monkey’s Uncle][deleted]

You okay? Is everything alright? - DH

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[txt: ?]    I have to tell you something.    SH

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💭 dominic pls

Send “💭” for my character’s thoughts on yours. (always accepting)

“While we joke around a lot– well, I joke around a lot, anyways, but what can I say, it’s how I show people I care about them. Never was as good at the more touchy-feely stuff like Eli and Will– it’s all in good fun. That, and he just looks so sad sometimes, you know? If I can get him to smile or even roll his eyes, anything to just get his mind off his worries and everything, I’ll count it as a victory. I really do love John like an uncle, even…yeah, even like a father, and I respect the hell out of him. He’s always there for me whenever I need someone, and I can count on him to help me however he can, even if it means telling me how much of a sod I’m being at the moment. I’m really happy and proud to know him, and thankful for everything he’s done for all of us, but I wish we could spend more time together… well, actually, he probably wouldn’t like that very much, I know I can be… difficult?…Yeah, that’s a good word for it. Difficult.”

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(takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath)

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rpmemesandasks :

Reblog this if your muse can play an instrument.

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“Who did this?” [ Domien ]

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or busted lip. (always accepting)

“An arsehole,” Dominic said bluntly, trying to be his usual, nonchalant self as he looked to the floor. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t trying to hide the rapidly growing black eye. “Some guy and his mates tried to pick up my drummer at the pub after the show. Becks wasn’t interested, I told them to piss off, and then, well, they got physical.” He drummed the side of his leg with his fingers to an indiscernible, somewhat hectic, rhythm. Normally his drumming was systematic, perfectly on tempo, whatever song he had stuck in his head clearly able to be picked out, but this… this was more like a small child crashing a pair of wooden spoons against a cooking pot.

“She’s okay,” he added in, a little quieter, “had half a mind to take her back here, but, her sister came and got her, so, she’s okay. And I’ll be okay, this, this is hardly anything worth worrying about, love..” he attempted to comfort, implicating the injury, looking to him with a small, somewhat unsteady smile, “… been through a lot worse in my time. But thank God I was there to be their personal punching bag, yeah?” he attempted to joke.

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@noliight​ / [cont.]

Dominic fancied himself to be somewhat of a heavy sleeper. But, even though the man had the somewhat peculiar tendency to hibernate whenever he slept and frequently, especially in his youth, had to be physically dragged out of bed, he would never have slept through something like this. The twitching, jerking, and trembling made him instantly wake up, blinking and asking after,

“Will?” out of habit, before waking up more properly and glancing over to his side.

“Shit. Aiden?”

Seeing him like this made his heart clench; he hated to see anybody in pain, especially in their sleep, and especially when it was his boyfriend.

He gently reached down, caressing the other’s cheek in the hopes of waking him. If it really was his brother like his sleep addled mind had previously thought, he would have had no qualms in shaking him awake. But he wasn’t really used to Aiden’s dreams yet, and for all he knew, the abrupt motion might make them worse.

“Hey,” he coaxed, in a soothing, hushed tone, fitting for a lullaby, “hey, Aiden, babe, I’m right here. Right here, Aid. Listen to my voice. Come back to me, love. You’re dreaming.”

He stiffened a bit at the sudden jerk from the man, but relaxed as he seemed to be fully awake. He let his hand drop from Aiden’s cheek, sliding it down and then winding an arm across the span of his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his back, drawing him close.

Dominic wound his arms properly around Aiden once his face buried into his chest, attempting to shield him from the ills and evils of the world. He cupped the back of Aiden’s head, toying with his boyfriend’s hair while murmuring,

“Don’t be sorry,” maintaining the same voice as earlier, and dropping a kiss into the dark locks. “It’s what I’m here for, okay? Every night or no, I’ll be here for you.”

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☽ [ Domien ]

Send a Symbol for a Text (always accepting)

☽ for a sleepy text        

[text: Aid my Babe 💞👨‍❤️‍👨👑 ]

the one night we don’t have a gig this week some other arsehole decides to invade the concert hall… it’s 3:37 am here and they’re still going and im either gonna suffocate under these pillows or go deaf or die from blood loss cause my ears are bleeidng whichever occurs first

[text: Aid my Babe 💞👨‍❤️‍👨 👑]

*bleeding. I really miss you, wish you were here 😘

[text: Aid my Babe 💞👨‍❤️‍👨👑]

actually wait. no i don’t. nobody deserves to listen to this and i wouldn’t wish it on anybody, least of all you love

[text: Aid my Babe 💞👨‍❤️‍👨👑]

actually i do wish you were here. cause then we could make fun of it together

[text: Aid my Babe 💞👨‍❤️‍👨👑]

is it sunday yet i wanna go home

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✿ DOMIEN

Send one for a drabble: kiss edition (always accepting)

✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss

One of Dominic’s many, many, many quirks and eccentricities was that, unless otherwise and expressly stated, or perhaps even in spite of it being otherwise and expressly stated, if you were in his company and he was in a playful mood, you were always playing, or at least prepared to play, something. Whether it be something like, “let’s see how quickly we can go down this pleasant, abandoned country lane without running over any sheep or horses or paying Uncle Greg a visit readysetgo”, otherwise called, “DOMINIC NO STOP”, a great favorite of Will’s, or something more simpler, like ‘who can come up with the most terrible brilliant joke” or a spontaneous game of tag or catch (spicing up the latter by using other household objects like laundry, a phone charger, or, on one notable occasion, his electric guitar).

So, it really came as no surprise when, as he was watching his boyfriend get himself ready for the day ahead, Aiden’s back so perfectly turned to face him, the angle just right, and the pillow under his hands so wonderfully placed there, that he found himself fighting an impulse to toss the pillow at him.

He lost that fight really remarkably badly, and the pillow expertly soared through the air in a perfect, delicate arc, only to land with a perfect thud on the exact small of Aiden’s back.

As the other whirled around to see his assailant, Dominic grinned, waggling his fingers in a wave.

Yes, he was a cheeky bastard. But it was just too good to pass up.

“Come on!” he goaded at Aiden’s pout, “Not much of a pillow fight if you don’t fight back!”

That did it, and the couple was instantly hurtling pillows at each other, thumping each other relentlessly and laughing all the while.

Eventually, both wound up sprawled on the bed, Dominic rolling over on top of Aiden to give him one final gentle whack with the pillow, before looking down, eyes glittering with mirth and joy and pressing a light, playful, teasing peck to Aiden’s lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back, an idea coming to mind.

“You know what they say, darling,” Dominic said in a softer tone, winking.

He tossed the pillow aside and leaned down to kiss him, properly this time, and hard. His hand went to Aiden’s hair, running a hand through it as his other hand slid down his torso and side, all the way down to his thigh, before snaking back up and resting on his cheek. The hand in Aiden’s hair tightened, nestling itself deep in the now mussed-locksas Dominic deepened the kiss. He turned his other hand so that his knuckles could trail slowly down Aiden’s cheek, caressing it slowly before outstretching his palm and sliding it down the other’s chest.

The musician broke the kiss, kissing his neck, before then tugging at the animator’s earlobe with his teeth, before murmuring in his ear, his voice low,

“Winner takes all.”

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😍 FOR DOM FROM ADRIEN

S t a r t e r s (always accepting)

The blinds opened, providing the gentle sliding sound of metal on metal.

Morning rays winked into the room, and the door creaked open.

Dishes rattled on a wooden tray, and a soft, sweet, melodic humming came with it, then morphing into hushed, beautiful, tender song.

“Beautiful dreamer, wake unto meStarlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee

Sounds of the rude world, heard in the dayLed by the moonlight have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer, king of my songList’ while I woo thee with soft melody…”

Hair was swept from Aiden’s forehead as the tray was set near the foot of the bed, and a kiss pressed to his temple.

“Aiden,” Dominic murmured in a sing-song voice, “good morning, love…”

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“I rather thought that was commonplace in America,” Dominic said dryly, wincing as the car horns screamed out their disapproval. “Or at least, that’s the stereotype. But, yeah, that was pretty stupid.”

beatriz’s sc. –– @the-domin-ator

     “Holy shit, did you just see that dumbass sprint across the street like that?”

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@lcgaciies / [cont.]

Dominic grinned at his cousin shamelessly.

“Oh, come along Vic,” he said, “it’s really not that bad, no need to be so nervous. And you really ought to thank me, you looked a touch like Elvis just then. I mean. No offense to the man, of course, he was a legend, but I don’t think it quite suits you.”

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Dominic can sing opera and has a lovely tenor-baritone.

Yes, it is somewhat of an unusual and not needed skill, but he can do it nonetheless. This probably stemmed from watching too many classic cartoons an offhanded comment that, well, if he was going to go into music, he ought to do it properly. To which Dom replied: “then I’ll do it bloody properly. Give me two weeks.”

And he did it.

While he of course prefers his rock, you will on occasion hear him singing various operettas softly to himself as he goes around daily tasks, or at the top of his lungs to wake everyone up (it is his preferred method, that and shredding his guitar or bass. You should see the look on their faces. Especially Will’s.)

His all-time favorite to sing is Santa Lucia.