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has it really been a month and a bit since i last posted? shit. i am terrible at this thing.
❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please . ( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .
[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .
[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .
[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .
[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .
[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .
[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .
[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .
[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .
[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .
[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .
[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .
[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .
[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .
[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .
[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .
[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .
[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
“ they gave me a new life. ”
a new life. one that alistair isn’t sure where he fits into. he wants to, god knows he wants things to be how they were. but alistair is not a fool. nor was danny. “why?” it’s not meant to be disparaging or deflating, it’s just curious. mycroft had clearly known - how long it had taken him to put together who the two were to each other, alistair didn’t know. but it couldn’t have been long. his boss was anything but a fool.
“did you not want a normal life?” it was the one thing that alistair couldn’t have, thanks to francis. he always saw too much, knew too much. it had almost killed him too. danny had given him a taste of normality. after his first suspicion on their first meeting, alistair had stopped looking too hard, stopped being paranoid about danny and let himself believe they were danny and alex. that it was enough.
it had been for him. he fiddles with his fingers, lengthy digits tapping together. “what about your old life? do you still see your flatmates- friends?”
more angst & post angst sentences. since this is the meme i see the most on my own rp dash, have a part two of sentences indicative of trauma and pain, past or present. feel free to edit the sentences to your own needs as you wish.
“ what happened to her? ”
“ is this it? ”
“ duty before love. ”
“ you were gone. ”
“ i keep seeing you. ”
“ please, don’t tell him. ”
“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ”
“ she figured it out. ”
“ you were too late. ”
“ i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back! ”
“ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! ”
“ it’s me—wait! …please don’t hang up. ”
“ they gave me a new life. ”
“ and you believed them? ”
“ don’t… don’t touch me. ”
“ could you, for once, think about everyone you’re gonna leave behind if–/when/ you finally get yourself killed? ”
“ it’s nothing personal. ”
“ you’re going to have to kill me yourself. ”
“ it’s always been just you and me. you and me. no one else. ”
“ the worst punishment for a parent is to bury their child. ”
“ lie to me. ”
“ i already have [name] risking their job for me. i can’t risk anyone else. ”
“ you kill me, you’ll never find [name]. ”
“ he has [name]. ”
“ i don’t care what happens to me. do it to save yourself. ”
“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”
“ if /your/ family was being threatened, you’d do anything to save them. ”
“ i needed to learn how to never be afraid again. ”
“ please—just pull the knife out! ”
“ why do you own a gun? ”
“ i don’t know who to trust anymore. ”
“ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ”
“ we need to stop this. it’s too risky… and i can’t lose you. ”
“ i carried your coffin! ”
“ don’t follow me. ”
“ i’m mad at god. ”
“ none of it was real. i was just doing my job. ”
“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”
“ i was the only survivor. ”
“ i never met her. ”
“ you choose your family, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m still 50% him. ”
“ she’ll kill you if you don’t get out. ”
“ not if i kill him first. ”
governmentofficial:
[Text to: 6952AT] Milk, two sugars. Thank you.
( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) got it. shall be with you shortly.
he sends off the text as he’s waiting in line, and orders the coffee and a tea for himself. he fixes the drink for his boss as he’d asked, and sips at his own whilst he waits for the taxi he’d called to bring himself to mycroft’s home.
knocking on the door, he tries not to imagine what his boss might be like when hungover, instead, waits patiently, the hot drinks warming his hands.
governmentofficial:
[Text to: 6952AT] If you want. I’m at home. I’m sure you can find my address.
( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) i heard coffee’s good for hangovers. ( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) i’ll be there in twenty.
thespywholovedtea:
Back in time, Daniel never would have thought himself capable of programming a style sheet in CSS, much less even knew for sure what that meant, but the nature of programming just came so easily to him that picking up the rest was made so simple.
For half a second the embrace had him stiffen up, scared that time had broken something and Alex was going to reject the hug, but that fear was quickly eradicated and washed away by the warmth of returned hold. His own arms wound themselves around Alex, a missed action that felt out of practise but exactly like a natural thing.
There was the same almost-sterile, starched suit and clean linen scent clinging to Alex that he remembered, hardly a difference in scent. Danny wanted to steal Alex away and just hold him for hours, days, for the rest of his life.
“Don’t-” He whispered back, reluctantly pulling himself out of the embrace to lift his head and make eye contact, though his arms remained loosely wound around Alex’s shoulders. “Don’t be sorry, you’re alive, that’s a fucking miracle. You need– I need- We need to go.. go get something to eat.” He smiled nervously, “I can pay.”
Danny. Danny. Danny. The name circled his thoughts, as all encompassing to Alistair as he had been all those years ago. He had to focus though. It almost felt like a dream. Even with Danny in his arms. He would do everything in his power to make sure he never lost that feeling again. Thirteen years, and he’d not found anyone that compared.
He wanted to pull Danny closer, if that were possible, to indulge himself in feeling his lost love against him. His hands shifted, his fingers caressing along Danny’s spine, as he stood there. It was overwhelming and in private, Alistair might let himself really feel that. Now, wasn’t the time.
There was a thought niggling at him, this wasn’t what he wanted for Danny. He’d hoped, that Danny might go on to live a normal life, free of risk and harm. Mostly, he’d hoped Danny would be out of harms way with him gone, but it seemed Alistair’s disappearance had done the same thing.
His lips pull into a half smile. “Going for food sounds perfect.” He doesn’t argue when Danny offers to pay, drawn instead into a memory of that first date. “I think a café nearby might be nice. Quiet.” He did prefer restaurants usually, but they tended to be busy, full of business men conducting business in the city or families out for a posh meal.
governmentofficial:
“I assume that you are talking about Daniel.”
Mycroft didn’t look up from his work; he didn’t need to. What else would Alistair be talking about? He’d been sent to Q-Branch while Mycroft had believed Q to be away, but he’d come back looking like he’d seen a ghost - the balance of probability was that he had seen a ghost. Well, of sorts, anyway.
Despite his calm exterior, inside Mycroft was quickly attempting to come up with a solution to this issue. This was not good. He hadn’t planned to reintroduce the two for at least another month, so this disturbed his plans quite a bit.
After a moment, he looked up to carefully observe Alistair. Hm. He looked like he could be taking it worse, Mycroft supposed. Still, nobody could take this kind of thing without any effects, could they?
Finally, the file in his hands was placed to one side. “You have questions,” Mycroft stated - seeing no need to speak as if he were asking a question. “I expect he will ask similar ones when he next sees me too.”
On instinct, his lips moved to correct him - he wasn’t Daniel, he was Danny. But was he? Did he still go by Danny? He’s well aware that there’s a chasm of years that separates them. Time that they’ll bridge over, but now it’s daunting. “Yes.” He says instead, digits tapping together, each long pressing against his thumb.
His sharp eyes watch his boss, the way he never looked up from his work, how calm he seems to be. Alistair had tried to be like him, he wanted to be like him. Mycroft’s influence and power went far, and whilst he wasn’t that ambitious, he did want to be respected as Mycroft. Still, he can’t quite get passed the fact that Danny-Q was here. Here. He couldn’t quite get his head around it.
“Questions?” he’d been so in his thoughts, that he barely registered his boss speaking. “Hmm, yes. Lots of questions.” Sharp thoughts struggle to focus, flitting from one damning thought to another. “How long?” He coughs, “How long has Da-Q been with MI6?” How long had Danny been so close without him knowing?
governmentofficial:
[Text to: 6952AT] Scotch. My usual. It was a bad day. Do not inform anybody of this.
( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. ( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) should i go out and get some coffee?
I could do with a bit of help making my mind up.
Please help a girl in need. POLL.
( ✉ → sms ) Alex? is this still your number? ( ✉ → sms ) I miss you. ( ✉ → sms ) I love you. [[ Danny texting Alex's number post LS ]]
He’s supposed to have gotten rid of the mobile, of the number completely, but he can’t bring himself to. It’s a lifeline to Danny, and a test of his willpower. It’s also got the few memories of their relationship saved to it’s tiny memory chip. His finger had hovered, poised over the trash can icon several times. He’d never been able to do it.
He’s working, sat quietly at the desk in his flat, rolling his pen between his fingers with practised ease, when the first ping comes in. He’d almost forgotten what the ringtone was. It takes him a second or two to pick it up. It’s probably just a spam text. He’s gotten a few of those that had sent his heart racing before he crashed back to reality.
It’s not. He almost dropped the phone in shock, when the next text comes through and another. I love you. Resolve crumbling he writes out his reply, fingers shaking as he moves thumbs over the disused keypad.
( draft ✉ → holt, danny ) i miss you too. i wish i could tell you how much. ( ✉ erased )( draft ✉ → holt, danny ) please forget about me. it’s bett---( ✉ erased ) ( draft ✉ → holt, danny ) i love you too. ( ✉ erased )
Restraint and control kicking back in, he feels his heart grow heavier, an anchor settling in his stomach as he deletes each draft.
( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.
Text Message Starters | Accepting
( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) of course mr. holmes. consider it done. ( ✉ → holmes, mycroft ) if you don’t mind me asking, just what were you drinking?
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO !
Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
wrong/random number texts:
( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?
( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!
( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!
sad texts:
( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?
( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately
( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.
( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?
( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…
drunk texts:
( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that
( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine
( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol
( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????
( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you
angsty texts:
( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.
( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…
( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us
misc texts:
( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww
( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please
( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.
( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????
( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?
( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?
( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.
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He’d been over it all a dozen times, tried to think of ways that he could have erased the last thirteen years, ways he could have done things different. What he could have done to get a message to Danny to let him know that he wasn’t dead. It only frustrated him when he realised again how few options he’d had (make that just one, which was to fake his death). Seeing Danny had stirred feelings he’d long pushed down and he feared if he indulged in them again, Danny would be denied to him again. That he wouldn’t be so lucky a second time.
“Fuck.” The word sounded weird coming from his upper class accent, even to him. On the other hand it felt right, cathartic. The rough word only made him angrier, and sadder too, so much time had been wasted.
He cursed again, spun on the balls of his feet, and kicked the nearby wall. It was irrational, utterly stupid and he winced as he moved away. Pain radiated up his leg, pulsing with each slight movement of his foot.
He didn’t realise Q was so close, or that he was even in the room.
“I ruined your life.” Not quite true, even Alistair knew that, but the minute he saw that brunet mop of hair the words slipped from his lips, a harsh inhale following. “If I- I could have - I don’t..” he didn’t know what he was trying to say, and it only frustrated him more. He always knew what was coming, knew what he was going to do or say. Yet, Danny always had had the ability to surprise him.
brain is currently being an idiot and not complying with alex/alistair. i’m gonna try and sit down tonight though. just to let you know i’ve not forgotten him :)
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He hadn’t relaxed since he left Quarters Branch. his shoulders taut and stiff. He hadn’t stopped pacing either. His mind wouldn’t stop. He kept thinking, he’d suspected before, hadn’t he? Always been a little on the paranoid side. It was living a double life that did it. Alternating between Alex and Alistair.
Of course, when he’d left Alex and the life he’d built as Alex behind, he’d been overly paranoid. He managed to get past it, move on and stop thinking everyone was out to get him. But now, seeing Danny as Q, Alex panicked.
Had Danny been a spy the whole time? Had his assumptions all those years ago been true. He had to compose himself, to draw his emotions in line, but the tell tale prickle of tears threaten to burst free and he’s embarrassed. He won’t let it get the better of him. Not now. (It already has.)
“Did you know?” The question was hurried, impatient as he stared at the elder Holmes. He raised a hand, carding through his brunet locks in an out of character gesture. “Did you know?” He was sure Mycroft knew what he was asking. His boss was too smart to be that ignorant.
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