#talked to him after and he was super nice

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Pleeease can you write something where reader takes care of Alfie's psoriasis?? Like he's trying to act super macho about it, like it doesn't bother him but then gets super soft when she starts treating it 🥺

“Loving you”

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

Alfie’s Masterlist

Summary: Alfie can’t help but let his guard down — and his softer side show — when you tend to the skin condition he usually keeps hidden.

WC: 5.1k

Tags/Warnings: smut, minors DNI, unprotected piv, dirty talk.

The cold air filtered through the open windows of the Solomons’ home. The moonlight painted the room in hues of pale blue, casting long shadows over the heavy wooden furniture and the worn rug underfoot.

Alfie trudged into the sitting room, his broad shoulders seemed to sag slightly, the day’s weight visible in the furrow of his brow. But you noticed something else too, the way his hands flexed at his sides, the subtle shift in his stance. He was uncomfortable, you could see it clear as the day, and you could also see the irritated skin on his neck, raw and red, flaking with scales that trailed down along his flesh.

“Let me guess,” you began, tilting your head to appraise him. “It’s acting up again.”

He stopped short, his face an unreadable mask. “Dunno what you’re on about, woman.” His voice was gruff and dismissive. “I’m bloody fine, ain’t I?”

“Alfred Solomons,” you said, standing to meet him, hands on your hips. “You’ve been scratching yourself like a dog with fleas for days. Let me see.”

“Look,” he began, throwing up his hands defensively, “this ain’t a bloody—what’s the word—interrogation, yeah? Just got home, haven’t I? Thought we’d sit down, have a nice supper, maybe a drop o’ rum after, yeah? Not get a bloody inquisition.”

“Come on, Alfie,” you said gently, breaking the silence. “Sit down.”

He turned to look at you, his brows furrowing. “I told ya, love, it’s nothin’. Just a bit o’ skin, right? Nothin’ to fuss over. I’ve lived with it this long, ain’t I?”

You sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “Yes, you have, and you’ve done a fine job of ignoring it, but it’s bothering you, I can see that. Now, sit down and let me help.”

Alfie’s lips pressed into a firm line, his pride warring with the truth of your words. You’d seen him win fights with men twice his size, talk his way out of impossible situations, but here he was, hesitating like a child caught misbehaving. It was almost endearing if you ignored the fact that he was internally suffering.

Alfie stared at you, his jaw twitching as he weighed his options, he could refuse—he was, after all, Alfie Solomons, a man who answered to no one— but there was only one person who always made Alfie give in, and that was you, his wife. With a grumble under his breath, he lowered himself onto the armchair, sprawling out like a man whose kingdom had just fallen.

“Woman, you’re bloody relentless,” he muttered under his breath, the way he said it lacked any real heat; it was more a gruff acknowledgment of defeat.

“Take off your shirt,” you said softly.

Alfie cocked his head, as a smirk began to slowly form on his lips.

“Right, well, love, if you fancied seein’ me bollock naked, yeah? You could’ve just said so, straight up. Saved us all the fuckin’ theatrics. I’d have you up against that fuckin’ wall by now, makin’ a goddamn mess of things.”

You didn’t even blink, you knew how Alfie’s defense mechanism had always been humor, he’d crack a joke to avoid taking things too seriously. But you knew that behind every laugh, every sarcastic remark, there was a man scared to take a hit to his pride by asking for help. After all, he was forced to carry every burden on his own all his life, that until he met you.

“I’m serious, Alfie.” Voice flat, no smile this time. “Take the shirt off.”

Alfie huffed, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness. “You’d think I was some feeble old man the way you’re carryin’ on,” he grumbled. “I don’t need lookin’ after, love. I’m a bloody force of nature, yeah?”

“Yes, you’re a force of nature,” you agreed with a smile, “but even storms need a bit of care sometimes.”

His shoulders stiffened, but he said nothing, his shirt finally coming off and landing in a crumpled heap beside him. You bit your lip as your eyes roamed over his body, the patches of red, inflamed skin were stark against his otherwise light complexion. Some areas were cracked and dry, while others looked painfully raw.

“Alfie,” you murmured, your voice tinged with concern. “It’s worse than last time.”

“Don’t,” he cut in sharply, his tone rough. “Don’t you bloody start, right? I know what it looks like. Just a bit of dry skin, that’s all.”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m not starting anything. I just want to help. Dry skin doesn’t look like this.”

He relaxed under your touch, though he still looked straight ahead, his jaw set stubbornly. “Fine, then. Do your worst.”

You knelt in front of him, settling between his legs as he sat back in the worn armchair, the lamplight cast a soft glow over his battered chest, the heat radiating from his skin palpable before you even touched him. He’d ignored it, neglected it for so long that it was the worst you’d ever seen it, and it must be hurting him so much, those angry red patches that bloomed across his torso and shoulders, the edges raw with peeling skin, irritated and roughened by days of stubbornness.

Your fingers moved carefully, barely grazing his side at first, his muscles tensed beneath the contact, a knee-jerk flinch more from instinct than actual pain, as if he was used to bracing for something harsher.

“Not so bad, you said?” you teased, glancing up at him.

He grunted. “I’ve had worse.”

“That why you haven’t even taken your shirt off when we fuck?” you asked, eyes locked on him. “’Cause you didn’t want me to see how bad it got?”

There was a pause, a flicker behind his eyes, something he tried to smother with a scoff. You knew you’d hit a sensitive topic by saying that.

“Well, aren’t you a fuckin’ detective now, eh? Bloody Sherlock Holmes,” he let out a dry, sharp laugh. “Didn’t think you needed to see it. S’not pretty. Nothin’ romantic about it.”

"You shouldn’t feel insecure about it," you said.

"Pfff, insecure? Bollocks, that is," he scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Men like me—we don't do insecure, right? That's for… for poets and posh lads with too much time on their hands."

But you saw the truth behind his eyes, that split-second crack in the armor, Alfie would never admit to feeling insecure about the way he looked, not even to you, his biggest confidant. And so you decided not to push the subject, you knew better than to fight a war you couldn’t win with words, besides, you had better ways of proving how handsome he was to you, like worshipping him with your mouth, or cunt.

“It must be driving you mad.”

He shrugged, his lips twitching into a semblance of a smirk. “Got more important things to worry about than a bit o’ itching.”

But you weren’t fooled, beneath his bravado, you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched as though resisting the urge to scratch.

“Stay still,” you instructed, scooping a dollop of ointment onto your fingers.

He flinched as you began to apply the salve, his usual boldness faltering. “Bloody cold, that is,” he muttered.

“It’s supposed to be soothing,” you said, your voice low, patient. You leaned in, working the ointment into his skin with slow, deliberate movements.

His skin was hot to the touch, the irritation beneath your fingertips angry and inflamed. You moved with care, smoothing the salve in small circles, avoiding the worst of the raw spots. Alfie exhaled through his nose, his body twitching beneath your hands before slowly relaxing, like he couldn’t help but lean into your touch once the sting eased, giving way to relief.

“That stuff smells awful,” he said, wrinkling his nose. There it was that stubbornness again, like accepting help, or letting you soothe the ache, meant weakness. You found it amusing, how in so many ways, this big and dangerous man reminded you of a little boy.

“Doesn’t matter how it smells. It’ll help,” you replied, working your way across his chest, thumbs grazing the curve of his collarbones, tracing along the tender edges with a gentleness that made his throat bob in a tight swallow.

“Still feels like I’m being fuckin’ punished,” he muttered, eyes flicking down to where your hands moved over his ribs.

“You’re not,” you murmured, catching his gaze briefly. “You’re being looked after. Big difference.”

For a moment, the room was silent save for the crackling of the fire. Alfie’s eyes were fixed on a point just above your head, his jaw tight as though willing himself not to react. As you spread the ointment slowly over the worst of the irritation, you felt it happen, the first shift in his breathing, from shallow and tense to something deeper. The slow drop of his shoulders, no longer braced against the tenderness. The subtle release of his clenched fists, his fingers unfurling where they’d been pressed into his thighs.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he said quietly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Of course I do,” you replied without hesitation. “You’re my husband.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound tinged with disbelief. “Yeah, well. Don’t reckon you signed up for all this, did you? A husband with bad skin and worse manners.”

“Maybe not,” you admitted, smiling up at him. “But I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

“You’re good at this,” he mumbled after a moment, his voice softer than usual.

“Good at what?”

“Lookin’ after me. Puttin’ up with me. All of it, really.”

He was so stubborn sometimes, too caught up in his own worries to realize that you didn’t do this out of obligation, you did it because you loved him, because giving him this kind of comfort was something you’d gladly offer every single time he needed it.

You paused, your hands stilling for a moment before you resumed. “It’s not putting up with you, Alfie. It’s loving you.”

He turned his head fully this time, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. For a moment, the vulnerability in his gaze took your breath away. “You’ve got a heart too big for your own good, woman,” he said quietly.

“And you’ve got a heart you try too hard to hide,” you replied, leaning forward to kiss his temple.

He closed his eyes at the touch, letting out a deep breath. “Don’t tell anyone about this, yeah? Got a reputation to maintain.”

“All your secrets are safe with me,” you promised with a smile.

For the next hour, you worked diligently, your fingers gentle as they massaged the ointment into his skin. Alfie, for his part, remained unusually quiet, his usual stream of sharp wit replaced by a rare, unguarded vulnerability.

When you were finished, you sat back on your heels, surveying your work, the redness had diminished slightly, the skin looking less angry.

“There,” you said, capping the tin. “That should help.”

He looked down at his chest, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his large hand cupping your cheek.

“You’re a good woman,” he said gruffly, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Don’t reckon I tell you that enough.”

“You don’t,” you agreed, leaning into his touch.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. “Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head, eh?”

The tin of ointment clattered softly against the wood floor as Alfie pulled you up into his lap, the gruff tenderness in his hands making your breath hitch. He didn’t bother with words, not at first, he simply held you there, his rough palms trailing up and down your back, grounding you both in a moment of rare softness.

“Come here, pet,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, a low rumble in the space between you.

You settled on top of him, your knees bracketing his thighs. His beard scratched softly against your cheek as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the faint lavender oil you always dabbed behind your ears before bed.

He buried his head against your chest, breathing deep like he needed to memorize the scent of you to survive. He made a sound low in his throat, something between a sigh and a purr, like a satisfied cat curling up in a patch of sunlight. There were only a handful of moments in his life where Alfie Solomons had let the world slip far enough to be this soft, and all of them had been with you, the only person he trusted enough to see this side of him.

“You smell good,” he said, the words muffled against your skin. Relaxing moments like this always softened the sharp lines of his face, making him look younger, almost boyish. You reached up, brushing your fingers along the edge of his beard, and he sighed, the sound deep and contented.

He shifted beneath you, his hands tightening on your hips as though anchoring himself. “Dunno what I’ve done to deserve you,” he said, the words heavy with sincerity.

“I don’t like when you say that. You’re not bad, Alf” you replied with a small smile. “Under all that grumbling and growling, you’re a good man.”

It was the truth. Yes, maybe he’d done bad things, things he couldn’t forget, things that haunted him every time he looked at his reflection in the mirror. But you saw more, so much more. You saw a man who had raised himself from nothing, who’d survived when the world tried to break him, who’d watched his friends die in trenches and still found the strength to carry on. You saw a man who’d opened his heart to you, who’d bought you your dream house and treated you like a queen in her own palace. Who had only ever been gentle with you, patient, kind, giving, even when he didn’t know how to be those things with himself.

His laugh was soft, almost self-deprecating. “Not sure half the blokes around here would agree with that one, love.”

“Don't care what they think, they're not my husband,” you said simply. “You are.”

That seemed to strike something deep in him. His eyes softened, and his hands moved to cradle your face, his touch reverent. “Yeah,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “I am, ain’t I?”

Before you could reply, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding at the same time. He kissed you like a man who knew how fleeting happiness and peace could be, who understood the weight of a moment like this.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving with more urgency now as they traced over your body, making you melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Christ, woman,” he muttered against your lips, his voice thick with need. “You make me feel the same way you did all those years ago.”

You laughed softly, a low, sultry sound that seemed to vibrate right through your chest when he leaned to capture his lips into another kiss. It was still slow, languid, the kind of kiss that made time crawl, your tongues sliding together with unhurried precision. His hands kept wandering, greedy and possessive roaming all over your body, gripping the small of your waist to ground you, kneading the soft flesh of your ass, tracing the dip of your spine, splaying wide across your lower back as if trying to brand you to him.

The hard length of him beneath you was impossible to ignore, thick and insistent against the thin barrier of your underwear, and when you shifted again, rolling your hips slowly, deliberately, dragging your cunt over him with maddening friction, he let out a raw, broken sound that made your core clench.

“Gonna ride you,” you murmured, voice thick with hunger. Alfie was a man who thrived on control, sure, but when it came to you, he had no problem handing over the reins now and then. In fact, he loved it. Watching his missus bounce on top of him, taking every bit of pleasure she deserved? That was a big, fat yes for Alfie.

You grinned at his reaction, emboldened by the crack in his usually composed demeanor, the way his eyes had gone half-lidded, pupils blown wide, jaw tight with restraint. You reached between your bodies to undo the fastening of his trousers, unable to wait one second more than necessary.

He chuckled low and hungry. “Yeah? Right, well—fuckin’ hell, woman—’course you wanna ride it.” He spread his hands, leaned back like he was bartering with God. “I’m all yours, ain’t I? Go on then, fuckin’ take what’s yours. Ruin me proper.”

He watched you, eyes locked on your hands, on how they were working his pants open, making his chest rise and fall with deep, shaky breaths. His hands didn’t stay behind, his rough fingers were roaming over your ribs, up your sides, then down again to knead your thighs, your ass, as if he truly didn’t know where to land next.

“You’re too bloody good at this,” he muttered, voice all hoarse and reverent, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck, how he’d landed such a beautiful woman, convinced her to marry him, and now had her on top of him eager to please him.

"It's the experience, been riding you dumb for ten years," you said with a smirk.

"Mhm," he huffed. "And you get better every fuckin' time, pet."

He loved this, especially on those days when he was bone-tired, when his skin was on fire, his back ached, his knees throbbed, his hips screamed, or the days when he had to deal with “fucking cunts,” as he’d put it. Nothing would make him happier than leaning back, letting go, and having a damn good orgasm by doing absolutely nothing, just watching you take control and do all the work for him.

You’d barely gotten his trousers down before his cock sprang free, slapping against his belly, so thick, so heavy, flushed and glistening at the tip like he’d been waiting all fucking day for this moment. The second your fingers wrapped around him, firm and instinctive, he gasped and his hips jerked like he didn’t give a toss about dignity anymore.

“You’re too bloody impatient,” you shot back with a teasing smirk, stroking him slowly, twisting your wrist just enough to make him curse under his breath.

You shifted your weight, lining yourself up, your thighs bracketing his hips as you positioned yourself over him. His hands flew to your hips, holding you steady, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, as the head of his cock brushed against your slick heat. Your breath hitched at the contact, at how easily your soaked folds parted to welcome him, at how swollen and desperate you already were.

“Impatient?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Love, you’ve been teasin’ me for the past ten minutes. If anyone’s impatient, it’s you.”

You rocked your hips just enough to let his head catch at your entrance, not yet taking him, not fully, just dragging your wetness over him, back and forth, until he growled.

“Fuckin’ hell, woman,” he snapped, his hips jerking up, desperate for more friction, to be buried inside you. “You tryin’ to kill me? Playin' this bloody games with your poor 'ol husband? My fuckin' heart can't take this teasin', It's delicate, It is.”

“But it's too fun to tease you,” you whispered, lowering yourself an inch more. The stretch made you gasp, thick and delicious as always, and you swore you could feel every ridge and every vein of him.

He was watching your face now, intently, like it was the most sacred thing he’d ever seen, but you could see how hard he was fighting the urge to slam up into you. “Don’t fuckin’ tease,” he growled. “Be a good girl and sit on it proper.”

You obliged, how could you not when he talked like that? You sank down in one slow, torturous motion, your walls clenching around him inch by inch. The sound he made was filthy, a half groan half praise, guttural and deep. His head fell back, teeth gritted, chest rising with labored breaths as you took every last inch of him, seated fully, snug and wet around him.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he rasped. “That’s it. That’s my pet. Perfect fuckin' cunt, still as tight as the day I first filled her up, yeah?"

You moaned, rolling your hips in a slow circle, grinding down with a filthy little twist at the end that made his cock drive right up into that sweet, aching spot inside you. Your breath caught sharp in your throat, eyes going hazy, Alfie groaned low like the wind had been knocked clean out of him, his hands clutched at your hips, guiding you with a kind of reverence, like you were something holy and he was the lucky bastard who got to worship at the altar.

He was trying hard to let you do your thing, let you take your time and move at your own pace, riding him how you wanted, but God, you were squeezing him so tight and dripping all over his cock, that it was almost imppossible to stop himself from thrusting up into you like a beast.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice frayed and reverent. “Ridin’ me like you were fuckin’ made for it.”

“Maybe I was,” you shot back, voice breathless, your lips brushing his ear as you leaned in.

Alfie met your movements with thrusts of his own, rolling his hips up hard, deep, making you bounce in his lap with every needy grind. His hands gripped your hips, firm but never too harsh, thumbs pressing into your flesh like he needed to memorize every curve, every quake of your body under his. The coarse trail of hair beneath his navel rubbed right up against your clit with every thrust, each drag of his body with that maddening friction made you jolt and shudder.

"Ohh, Alfie... feels so good," you moaned gasping into his mouth, clawing at his shoulders like you couldn’t get close enough. "Please don't stop, don't stop fucking me like that."

“Not stoppin'. Can’t stop when you’re so bloody perfect,” he rasped, his eyes dropping to where your soaked cunt was swallowing him again and again, wet sounds filling the air with each slap of skin against skin. “Perfect cunt. Perfect tits. Perfect wife.”

His head snapped forward so he could bite at your throat, not hard, just enough to make you whimper. His hands slid up your sides, pushing your slip up with urgency, bunching it around your waist until the fabric was out of his way and he could have a better view of everything, from your body glistening with sweat, your thighs shaking, to the way your soaked pussy kept taking his cock like you needed it.

That was the thing with Alfie, he never knew where the fuck to look, it was all too good. Your supple breasts, so soft and perfect, jiggling with every thrust, just begging to be grabbed. Your face, fuck, your face was so hot, those little pouts you made, the way your eyes fluttered shut when he hit a good spot deep inside you. And the way his thick cock slid in your cunt, coming out so wet and slick, your juices coating his navel and trickling down to coat his balls.

“Jesus Christ, love,” he rasped, voice thick. “You’re grippin’ me so tight—fuckin’ hell…”

You leaned forward, your hands braced against his chest, hair falling around your face as you found the perfect rhythm, grinding down in slow, greedy strokes that made both of you moan. His cock filled you perfectly, thick and hot and stretching you with every thrust of his hips.

Alfie’s attention was drifting, his eyes moved from the place where you two were connected, to the soft bounce of your breasts with every motion, your nipples peeking through the thin, rumpled slip. He licked his lips, rough hands sliding up your waist, over your ribs, until they cupped your breasts and gave them a slow squeeze.

“Look at these fuckin’ things,” he muttered. “Drivin’ me mad, the way they bounce when you ride me like that…”

Then he surged forward, mouth latching onto one of your nipples through the damp fabric, the hot drag of his tongue and the sudden suck of his mouth made you cry out, your hips stuttering as the pleasure hit you like a jolt.

“Alfie—” you gasped, hands flying to his shoulders as he pulled the slip down, baring your chest fully. He didn’t hesitate, he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, filthy sounds filling the air as he groaned against your skin. His tongue flicked over the stiff peak, then he moved to the other breast, biting down just enough to make your back arch.

"I'd kill a man for your left tit," he mumbled, voice muffled, barely undertandable with his mouth still sucking around your nipple. "And then I'd kill another for the right one. Fuckin' perfect things."

“Shit—Alfie—Feels... so good… so full.” you moaned, grinding harder now, the added stimulation on your nipples sending you spiraling, and if that wasn’t good enough, you felt your clit catching on his pelvis with every thrust down, making your walls clench even tighter around him.

“Fuckin’ ride it—show me how needy you are. You like me suckin’ on your tits while you fuck yourself on my cock, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, you were so drunk in the pleasure he was giving you that it was impossible to articulate words, you just let that intense pleasure ripple through you.

“You are mine. Mine, yeah? All fuckin’ mine.”

“Yours,” you choked out, your voice breaking on a moan as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you so perfectly that your body jolted, eyes fluttering shut, vision blurring with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s my good wife. So sweet and tight for me, drippin’ on me lap.”

The praise hit you like a shockwave, heat coiling in your gut, your body was desperately trying to chase your high. Just like as if he’d read your mind, sensing what you needed, his hands gripped your hips with force, lifting you up and slamming you down on his cock over and over again at the same time he thrusted up to meet you with rough, almost desperate violence. You weren't riding him anymore, he was fucking you through it.

“That’s it, love,” he muttered, his voice rough and unraveling. “Take it, my filthy little missus. Show me how good I make you feel. Ride it like you mean it.”

You cried out, the pleasure now becoming unbearable, forcing your body to clench hard around him, making your thighs tremble, the slick sound of your cunt milking him was louder now, filthier, wetter with every thrust. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and hot and perfectly angled to build your orgasm.

“Cum for your husband. Let me know I’m the only bastard who can make you feel like this. Just me. Just your fuckin' man.”

You snapped. Your head fell back, your mouth dropped open in a cry of pure ecstasy as you came hard. Your cunt spasmed around him, soaking him in a rush that made him curse and grip you tighter.

“Fuckin’ hell, that’s it, pet,” he groaned, voice strangled. “Milk it. Milk my cock just like that. Gonna leave that pretty cunt drippin’ my cum for for weeks. Fuckin’ ruined.”

Alfie followed you just a couple of thrusts later, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerked up one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. He came with a low, shuddering groan, his cock pulsing inside you, flooding you with his cum as he clutched you tight, holding you in place like he couldn’t bear the thought of you ever pulling away.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat and sex, his release leaking out of you slowly as his softening cock stayed inside. His hand stroked lazily up and down your back, while his lips pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Ahhh—fuckin’ hell, yeah—that’s what a man needs, innit?” he groaned, voice thick and slurred like he was drunk on you. “To come home after a long day of dealin’ with cunts and madness, yeah, and have his sweet little wife sittin' pretty on his cock—riding him like it’s her god-given job.”

"Glad to hear I'm good at my job," you teased, voice raspy, still trying to catch your breath.

"Ohhh, you're the fuckin' best, pet. Not one fuckin' soul like you," he muttered, still breathless. "God broke the mould when he made you, thank fuckin' Christ he did."

His heartbeat thudded beneath your ear, slowing little by little as his breathing evened out. For a long moment, there was just the sound of your shared breaths, the creak of the armchair as he adjusted to hold you closer, with his nose buried in your hair.

Then, softly, quieter than you were used to hearing him, he spoke.

“Thanks for takin' care of me,” he said, a little raw. “Proper, like no one ever has. Not just the shaggin’, love, though—don’t get me wrong, yeah, that’s… exceptional.” He smirked faintly, and you laughed. “But it’s the other things. All the little things you do for me.”

Your throat tightened as he continued, getting to hear this sweet side of him was something you’d never get used to, not because it was rare, he gave it to you more often than he probably even realized, but because it always felt like a little secret, meant only for you.

“I’m not easy, right? I know that. I’m rough and moody and loud as hell. And yet you—you’re always there. Calm. Warm. Always fuckin’ takin’ care of me.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “So I just wanted to say thank you. For stayin’ even after all these years. For seein’ the worst of me and lovin’ me anyway.”

You kissed him then, slow and tender, the kind of kiss that spoke louder than words could ever manage, and when you pulled back, your voice was thick with emotion.

“You’re not the worst, Alf. You never were.”

He huffed a soft laugh, pulling you tighter against him. Looking at you with eyes that said “I love you. I’d be lost without you by my side.” You felt it in your chest, in your bones. He made you feel like the most loved woman in the world.

“Well, I’ll tell you what you are,” he murmured. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

AN: Thank you so much for your request!! You gave me the perfect opportunity to write this cause I’ve actually been thinking for a while about a fic where the reader takes care of Alfie’s sciatica, but I absolutely loved your idea🩷🫶🏻

I hope that you and everyone else enjoyed this. Your support means the world to me!!

One more Alfie fic to go and then I’m officially done with requests heheh😮‍💨

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[sparrows4bats]

So I think Lois Lane adores Damian Wayne.

Sure, she was unsure about Jons friendship with him at first. The stories she was told about him weren't the most flattering, and she would always worry about her bad, invulnerable, or not.

But when she meets Damian properly, gets to know him and his history?

She loves that kid.

Damian Wayne is a boy who was abused and turned into a weapon for the first ten years of his life and then was abandoned to the care of strangers and told everything he ever knew was wrong. When given the chance to choose and learn for the first time in his life, he became a hero, an artist, a vegetarian, and an animal lover.

Lois Lane, a reporter and a staunch humanitarian, looks at Damian Wayne and sees a child who had people he was meant to trust betray and abuse him for their own ends.

She sees a boy who would do anything to ensure Jon comes home to her.

She gets a true soft spot for the tiny ex assassin one night when, during a sleepover, she finds Damian Wayne sitting at her kitchen table at 3am.

"I know you're a bat, but I didn't think you were actually nocturnal. "

"I'm not, I assure you Mrs Lane."

"Jons snoring wake you?"

The boy smiles at her, "No, I got trained to sleep through anything, even the super chainsaw in there."

"So, why are you up so late?" Lois motions for the kid to sit with her.

"Sometimes it is hard to stay asleep." As he says this the kid looks haunted and Lois she gets it.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." Lois decides not to push him even if she is curious.

"Okay, so Jon tells me you rescued a cow recently?"

The boy lights up and shares tales of Batcow and the evils of industrial meat factories. They have a very nice conversation until Clark comes looking for her and shoos them both back to bed, but only after offeringhis own opinions on ethical agriculture.

She sees how smart Damian is, with connections and links to underground dealings that they use to get justice in Lois's way. Exposing trafficking rings and embezzlement while showing Damian that sometimes the system works.

Damian becomes her silent informant and researcher because he gets bored. They win Lois her third Pulitizer together.

Remember, Lois Lane has and will continue to jump out of windows to prove a point, and much to Jon and Clarks distress, Damian follows her example.

Jon is very glad his best friend calls for him when he needs help, but he really wishes Damian would stop putting himself in danger.

Clark has to save all three of them when Lois bring both boys to investigate a bad landlord that ended up being a front for a cartel.

When Damian decides he can do more for the world as a doctor, Lois becomes one of his biggest supporters.

She gets him placement tests and uses her connections to get Damian proof of his many qualifications. She even helps him practice for his college interviews.

Dr Damian Wayne helps her take down corrupt pharmaceutical and health insurance companies.

They meet at least once a week for coffee and to vent about their favourite kryptonitians.

Needless to say, when her son approaches her, panicking over the fact he is love with their favourite bat, Lois is very excited.

She knows the feeling is more than mutual and decided that Damian WILL be her son in law.

So she tells Jon exactly how she fell in love with his father. He is horrified at all the near death experiences, but overall, the two come up with a plan.

Clark tries to stop them but is ignored. He considers warning Bruce but decides that he can't risk Lois getting mad at him again.

Jon confesses his love to Damian over an erupting volcano while rescuing a team of geologists. His mom was right. It was very romantic.

He kisses Damian for the first time while riding a new dragon friend they found for Wiggles that Jon insists they call Mushu.

When Jon proposes, he and Lois design the ring together. Jon moulds it in the heat of a collapsing star and forms a diamond in his hands to set in the centre.

Damian says yes while performing emergency medicine on other heroes. The JL are extremely happy for them but confused about the timing.

Lois loves showing off how wonderful her new son in law is. Especially when she has grandchildren to spoil.

Jon will never regret bringing Damian into the family. He loves his husband, but he really wishes he and his mom would stop jumping out of windows.

Especially when the kids start to follow them, Thank Rao they can fly.

[neilsbeloved]

what do you think Clark and a super bossy girlfriend would be like??

MMHHHMMMM clark is alr used to being bossed around soo it wouldn’t be much change 🥴 (mild 18+ @ the end)

for context: clark grew up surrounded by women with a variety of personalities (martha, lana, chloe, alicia, lois among others) so i personally think clark wouldn’t mind having a super bossy gf especially when he’s used to following a woman’s every word down to the letter

clark with a bossy gf… knows how to shut up with just one look. a glare, or a narrow of your eyes, yep… he’s shutting up before he gets on your bad side. fuck winning an argument, he’d let you win all of them. (almost all, he usually wins 1-2 of em)

clark with a bossy gf… is definitely the laidback type when it comes to dates. as much as clark loves planning lunch dates and movie nights, it doesn’t hold a candle to when you email him a literal itinerary for a four-hour evening date after work; or when you show him a powerpoint of destinations for a road trip he mentioned while the two of you were cuddling in bed

it overwhelms him, yes, but he’s staring at you with lovesick puppy dog eyes every time you drag him on a date you planned

clark kent with a bossy gf… is your personal therapist. being bossy probably has way more downs than it has ups, clark knows that very well from watching you. so when you don’t have much friends to let your feelings out to, clark is more than willing to hear every bit of happiness, sadness, randomness, and even frustration that you have about your stupid co-worker michael. best believe clark listens to every word too

clark kent with a bossy gf… gets shy when you ask him to try on a piece of clothing in the middle of the store. you love him and all his flannel-wearing but god help you if you had to take one more day seeing a big red flannel longsleeve on your boyfriend’s buff body. literally fifty percent of clark’s new clothes is from you taking him on a shopping spree with your new paycheck.

clark thinks you do it for him but really you do it for you. like, clark kent wearing a fitted white tank top? yeah, the store can take every penny

clark kent with a bossy gf… wakes up to a fully organized kitchen with plates of pancakes and bacon, or to you just arriving after a quick drive to the market to get him some breakfast. either way, you always make sure he’s stuffed and full before going to work. of course, on occasion, you serve him his favorite breakfast too. you

clark kent with a bossy gf… is the biggest baby and it’s your fault. you make sure to always have everything prepared and ready. he doesn’t even need to think about anything else when he’s with you because whatever’s happening, you’re already on it.

as much as clark’s this big strong red-blue superhero, to you he’s just your journalist-slash-farmer boyfriend who’s too nice to tell a diner server that they gave him the wrong order

in the bedroom… clark’s still letting you boss him. only this time he has a lot more leverage especially with you being a pillow princess and everything. every word, every whimper, every request—he’s doing it all. whatever and however you want, clark’s already on it before you can even do so much as catch your breath.

the only downfall you have inside the bedroom is that clark wants you to tell him. he wants you to tell him every nasty single detail you want him to do to you before he actually does. sounds easy, right? not when he’s fucking you hard enough that your words slur and you can’t even string a proper sentence together.

yep… balls deep into you and clark’s in your ear, asking you: “how’d you want me baby? c’mon, talk to me, should i go faster? harder? tsk i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me baby.”

so i say yummy for clark kent with a bossy gf 🙂‍↕️

[cripplecharacters]

in a story I'm writing I have a character that uses a cane for instability and pain mostly in his legs. There is no specific diagnosis because it's magic based. But he is a superhero that gets his power from a separate magical force, and the part of the power is to enhance all physical ability strength, agility, ect. So would it a) be reasonable for him to no longer require a cane while in the super hero form and b) be officive or harmful in any way for him to no longer use a cane in those instances? I don't want to make it seem as though you can't be a hero or anything like with disabilities.

Thak you for you time and help!

Hello!

If the power is to enhance these attributes (strength, agility, etc.), then would it just be enhancing what's already there? If so, he'd probably still have these issues with his leg.

Personally, I really wish people would stop taking away their disabled character's disability when they're superheros. I've seen a lot of series do this (especially with magical girls-style heroes) and it's really quite unfortunate to see.

Why can't your character be a superhero with a mobility aid? Especially in this kind of situation, where his main problems are pain/instability -- which don't exactly stop him from being a superhero.

I also think that keeping his disability as a factor when he's a superhero opens the door for far more creativity and world building.

For one thing, you can consider how the world/city would react to having an obviously disabled superhero.

How does the media treat him? Do they tend to take a pitying or inspiration porn angle? Do they treat him like any other superhero? Does it change throughout the story? How does he respond to it?

How does the general population treat him? How about the disabled community in particular? I can't speak for everyone but I've always loved seeing disabled superheros. There's something about seeing somebody with your same problems being powerful that's really motivating/inspiring almost. I imagine that feeling would be increased if the superhero in question was real.

How do his teammates treat him (if he has them)? How do his villains treat him?

Keeping your character disabled when they're a superhero opens the door for all these different considerations, which can lead to some great character development/interactions.

Maybe your character's disabled fans put him on a bit of a pedestal and that's something he has to navigate. Maybe the media starts by talking about him in a pitying way or questioning his use/abilities and changes the tune after he wins a tough battle (though I think it'd be nice to have somebody acknowledge that treating him that way was kinda fucked up either eay). Maybe a villain doesn't want to fight him because he's disabled -- would your character take advantage of that in any way? How would they navigate the situation?

I'd really urge you to have him keep his disability/mobility aid as a superhero. It makes the story far more interesting to actually find ways to navigate the situation rather than take the easy way out AND it would be very refreshing to see a disabled superhero that isn't cured by their superpowers.

I'd suggest taking a look through some of our posts on #disability erasure and #disability negating superpowers as well as the helpful posts linked in our pinned post. There's some on disabled superheroes and navigating disability and superpowers that I think you'll find helpful.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[edwardhartenjoyer]

HI ANDY!!! I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD WEEKEND ND HAVENT BEEN TOO SWAMPED W WORK / REQUESTS TT0TT im gonna ask about ur projects again ... do u have anything youre working on that youre excited about? :O

if its okay with you i have another idea to add to the project pile nd this time its for EDWARD!!!! i recently slipped up and called him ed by complete accident when ive been calling him EDWARD this whole time T0T i know he'd be on my ass about it SOOO...

after the events of episode 17 maybe mc starts appreciating edward as a person a little more? and they start liking him more?? enough to slip up and call him by the affectionate nickname he insists on being called by and they are IMMEDIATELY like "istg edward dont get any funny ideas im going to pretend this NEVER HAPPENED" but like Jokingly . i hope you see it. i hope you Get it. i think he'd have fun w someone who teases him like that. idk.

i wanted to give you . a prompt for ur man since idk how many of them you get but i know i love ritsu prompts so hopefully this one makes you excited !!!!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ thank u for ur hard work <3

HAI AUBURN!!! I'M DOING GOOD!! Work has been dead, and i don't wanna be there TTOTT. HOPE YOU'VE HAD A GOOD WEEKEND TOO!!!

I have a couple of projects I'm super excited about doing. One is for Edward, and without spoiling much, it's a sort of soulmate idea. The other one I'm excited about is a definite soulmate type idea for Alan.. Aside from those two, i have like 7?? Different things in my drafts, i get an idea, jot it down into a draft, and then just slowly work at it.

OMG, EDWARD REQUEST!! I've actually never had a request for him yet, so thank u!!! I love this idea so much. He needs someone to tease the shit outta him because i think that would be such a funny dynamic with him because he could just have fun with it too

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It had been a few days since you'd all gotten back to Darkwick from the whole Love Island dating show case, and you were glad for the chance to just relax.

You liked all of the ghouls, but it was definitely nice not being trapped on an island with a bunch of them at once. That being said, though, you missed a couple of them and were on your way to visit.

You liked Rui's company a lot, and before this latest mission you'd always kind of been on the fence about Edward, but you'd gotten to know him more and started to appreciate who he was a person too, not just the vampire you were uncertain of. You felt you'd gained a bit more of a bond with him, certainly at least enough of one to see him as a friend now, not that you'd tell him that.

"Hi Rui, hi Lyca!" You greeted when you walked into the blonde's bar.

"Hey Cutie~"

"Hey"

"What, I don't even get a greeting?" Edward teased, and you blinked in surprise. You were so used to the vampire not being there that you hadn't even noticed him sitting at the very end of the bar.

"Oh, sorry, Ed, how's it going?" You replied, taking your seat before it dawned on you as you saw the grin across Edward's face.

You'd never called him by his nickname, always referring to him by his full name. You figured the switch to calling him a friend in your mind had somehow also flipped the switch of nickname = friend status.

"Oh, has our favorite inspector finally warmed up to me?" Edward teased and you huff.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Edward." You teased back, making his grin grow wider.

"Oh, how you wound my fragile old heart."

"Old? Edward, you're practically ancient. I've seen how you're falling apart at the seams."

He gasped and placed a hand against his chest. "You, my dear inspector, finally get me. See Rui, our lovely inspector here understands me. Why can't you be more sympathetic."

Rui just rolled his eyes, though he wore a small smile on his face.

"Seeing as how you understand my plight, won't you help me get my poor ancient bones back to my room?" Edward pleaded, turning his attention back to you.

"And risk you crumbling to dust all over my uniform?"

Edward broke out into a laugh at that one. He sighed dramatically and slowly stood up. "Just know, if I pass away on the way to my room, it's your fault inspector." He teased.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, "You wouldn't do that to Rui, afterall if you're gone, he wouldn't have to clean up anyone else's mess."

"Fair point." He mused before leaning in to whisper to you "I shall see you later, dear inspector" before he started to walk off.

"See you later, Ed." You called back, making him smile.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Slight mature theme (mention of sex) so I'm putting 18+ just to be safe ❤️

❤️

Part one Winter + Spring ❄️🌼

Summer ✨☀️

Summer arrives and with it comes the guilt and missing Eddie. Thoughts niggle at you when you're trying to relax or keep busy, you miss your friendship with Eddie and don't understand where everything went wrong.

Why was Eddie so against Matt?

Speaking of Matt, the two of you had gone on a few dates, but all you can think about is Eddie. It's not fair to Matt; he seems like a nice guy, and you push yourself to try with him.

On one of your dates to Family Video to pick up some movies Eddie is there with Dustin and Nancy for the usual Friday movie night. Of course, Eddie is stubborn and you're stubborn, so neither of you makes a move to say anything. All Eddie does is glare at Matt like he's some sort of upside-down hell creature.

Robin rolls her eyes at him and sings songs under her breath. It sounds a lot like she's saying Eddie is jealous, but that's completely ridiculous because he's with Chrissy, and why can he have a girlfriend but you can't date anyone? He was infuriating.

It doesn't stop the hollow feeling in your chest when you leave, you miss him, and if you just turned back for one second, then you'd see his sad face watching you go.

Not long after that you find out that Eddie was right from the start that Matt was a player. You see him on a date while you're out with Robin and Nancy for the day, and you can't believe you were so stupid.

You get out of the relationship super quickly and don't even look back when you walk away from Matt.

You so don't have time for shit like this.

Soon after you find out from Dustin that Chrissy and Eddie have broken up. Despite being mad at him you'd never have him face heartache alone.

So you arm yourself with Eddie's favourite candy and head to his new place. When you knock on the door he tells "Dustin, dude. I'm okay. Will you stop bugging me every minute kid. I'm fine"

"It's me, Ed," you answer back, and suddenly the door is wrenched open, and you're lifted off your feet into a bear hug.

"I missed you, so much princess" he mumbles into your hair and you melt into him, tears roll down your cheeks and you peer at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I heard about you and Chrissy too, I came straight here when I heard" he shakes his head and holds you close.

"Don't. Don't apologise, I was a dickhead, this was on me, I've been trying to find the right way to apologise for ages and honestly Chrissy and I broke up like two months ago. I just didn't want to say anything to Dustin or the gang straight away, that little shit hasn't left me alone since" he says this with a fond smile and your heart does a little flip, fuck. He was so sweet with Dustin and the kids.

"So is that why you were so grumpy about Matt?" you ask, curious, but don't understand why Eddie's cheeks go pink.

"Uh no. The break-up with Chrissy was pretty mutual, she kinda helped me realise something big..." He trails off but he's still blushing a little bit which is cute but you don't have a clue what he's talking about.

What did Chrissy help him realise? You mull over it but decide to figure it out another day.

"How is Matt?" It seems like he forces the words out and you sigh and cuddle close to him.

"Oh he's an asshole, you were right Eddie. He was a player, I'm sorry I didn't realise that when you said"

Eddie's scowling but you know he's not mad at you and he makes his feelings loud and clear.

"You're too good for him. He's a douchebag to two time you, doesn't know what an amazing lady he has princess" flushed at his praise you kiss his cheek.

You were here now with Eddie and you weren't letting anything come between your friendship again.

Autumn. 🍁🍂

Turns out you figure it out fairly quickly, even if it seems unbelievable to you. At first, you deny it because there's no way Eddie was falling for you. Absolutely no way.

But the signs are hard to ignore. He blushes when you're near, you've made him speechless twice, and Eddie has never been speechless or one to blush in his life. He's nervous, and while he's always a gentleman, you notice it a lot more in the little things he does for you.

When you're together, he wears aftershave, and one time he brings flowers he picked for you, he looked so sweet and bashful handing them over. It was so cute.

It gets to the point where the tension between you two is at breaking point and you can't deny it any longer. It's just who will make the first move.

Eddie is the one who steps up It's late and raining when he drives you to his after Hellfire to watch a movie. He's more fidgety than usual and you can tell something is bothering him.

"Hey princess?" You turn back to him, and he strides up to you, takes your face between his hands and cradles it so gently. Then he kisses you, and it's cliche, but it feels like fireworks and fate. Both of you are dazed and smiling at each other like goofballs when you part.

The two of you only part from your giddy bubble when the door opens and Wayne comes out, he smirks and nods to Eddie.

"Well about damn time boy, thought you were never gonna work up the courage, lovesick fool" Eddie hides his face in your hair and you fight the giggles at his pouty face.

"So that's what Chrissy helped you realise?" You know it's true but it's nice to hear it all the same.

"Kinda hard to be with someone when you're in love with your best friend and she was still in love with Jason" oh shit. Well there it was.

The two of you make love on a cold autumn night after binge watching your favourite Halloween movies, It's full of giddiness and joy and just...

"You know I love you, too, right? I always have" his answering smile is beautiful and he kisses you again, says I love you repeatedly.

After that, the two of you enjoy pumpkin picking dates, trying to make your own cookies which Eddie burns on the first try but perfects them the second time, movie nights, nights stargazing in his van.

finally.

In fact, that's the first thing Dustin says when he walks in on you and Eddie cuddling on the sofa just before a Hellfire session.

"We weren't that obvious were we?" Eddie asks you but before you can answer Dustin butts into the conversation.

"Dude, even Mike noticed and he's the most oblivious guy I know" You stifle a smile and hide your face in Eddie's chest, just listening to Mike and Dustin argue and Eddie and Lucas trying to calm them down enough to start the new Hellfire session.

Life was good.

❤️

"But I think I love fall most of all" 🍂🍁

[nightfall-kachiniko]

how do you think Keigo would be on vacation? like, maybe a trip to the beach for a few days (you can write it in the form of headcanons, quick thoughts or something you want)

love your writing 🫶🫶

FINALLY ON VACATION || Hawks headcanons ||

from being the no.2 hero in Japan, to being an icon and model to the public, hawk's definitely runs around like a chicken with its head cut off. now for a man as busy as Keigo, the word 'vacation' is barley in his dictionary. but since this is his lucky day, i've put together some late night thoughts about this man finally taking some time to relax.

-i think for keigo, vacations aren't something he's used to. he could be on a beach somewhere and still clicking his pen wondering what's happening at his agency or what fight he should be in while he's away.

-i think though, once he finally settles in, he enjoys it thoroughly. i doubt he'd be his super energetic self, unless of course his s/o was there with him. but i think this would be a time for him to put his mask down and finally breathe for a couple minutes.

-of course, no matter where this man is, he'd still get recognized by fans. I honestly think he'd take it better than usual, since he wouldn't have to worry about rushing to finish some last miuntes documents he shouldve submitted yesterday right after this photo.

-and of course, his fashion is still amazing. hell how much are those swimming trousers again? i don't even think he knows.

-traveling for vacation would also be something i see him being very excited about. looking at new places with some of the people he cares about the most is a dream for him. of course he goes on international missions, but this time he's just here to have a great time, and i think thats a big sigh of relief for him.

-i see keigo spending his vacation at some nice luxurious late night beach town in a bigger country. hitting up the finest bars (and of course some of the finest ladies ) while he's spending his time there.

-but his favorite part of his vacation would be the quiet moments he spends at night on his hotels balcony, just overlooking the ocean. taking in some deep breathes as he just thinks. thinks of the things in the back of his mind that have been overtaken by his job priorities over the years.

-its a deep breath for him, and when he gets back, you know he cannot stop talking about it for months.

thanks for all your support! -kachi

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

maybe one where the reader is the newest member of the book club? platonically speaking

i like the book club, theyre my fav characters :D

thank you and take ur time ^^

Reader Being A New Member Of The Book Club!

I feel like the book club would be so chill to hang out with and read books together msmsmsm, might even use the place to quiet sketch as I use stuff from books as reference MUAHAHAHAHA! This was very cute by the way, hehe, here you go, dear anon! Thank you for requesting! <3

I've been drawing a lot hehe..

-Anna

-The toons were quite aware of a library being somewhere in Gardenview, it would have so many books to select from and it seemed to have a cozy vibe, was kinda spacious too. Out of all the places in this place, it easily makes it's way up to being one of the quietest ones. If you needed a place to relax from how a lot of the toons might be loud or from your daily life in general, the library would always have it's doors open for anyone! The only sounds you will probably hear is pages turning and maybe some quiet sips or even some chewing from everyone else. Everyone can have their little corner or space, though.

-Brightney would be the one who was often there as she was the president of the book club. For a place that had so many books, it surprised you that it had 3 only members, especially considering how many toons are there. You got invited by Brightney one day and here you were. Reading books together in silence or through some small talk here and there. It honestly felt pretty cozy and nice in there, it would have this pleasant vibe to it. Brightney also knew her way to get you the exact books you want or like, just let her know! She's always there to help out, after all.

-Next to Dazzle, Razzle was also there but a lot of the time (if not all of it), they would be seen sleeping. As for Dazzle, he really seemed to enjoy reading, sometimes you would catch a small smile on his face as he reads. He seems to really get super into the books he picks up on, even having a small stack next to him on the things he wants to read next, it's a pretty wholesome sight, especially since you don't often see Dazzle smile or seem completely relaxed. It's also a funny sight since Razzle is snoring next to him and keeps his head still in the air.

-If you wanna see Astro being awake for more than an hour at least (or less), you will only find it in this book club. He can also really get invested a lot but he is more likely to fall asleep just like Razzle. Only for him, sometimes you don't even notice since he likes holding his book with his star hands and he doesn't snore like Razzle. For Astro, reading can really help him fall asleep pretty fast and it's something he loves doing after a full day of greeting the children that visit Gardenview. Having also a nice warm drink next to him can definitely speed up the process of it.

-Brightney would have this calm and mature vibe around her as she reads, she even brings her small glasses when she does so. She's also the one to definitely go to if you ever need help with something as she's always happy to help! She definitely has the skills and knows how to make the reading spots around the library feel comfortable to stay at, even the soft light in the room makes you feel relaxed while also providing enough light to read the books you picked.

-You can also always bring stuff like drinks or snacks as you read anything that your heart desires! The only rule is to never let anything dirty like that to touch the books and potentially ruin them. Thankfully though, Brightney has brought small tables into the the library for anyone to place their stuff or you can always sit on the floor with a pillow underneath you as you read. If everyone is careful enough, there won't be an accident. If it does happen one bad day, Brightney can always ask the staff for a replacement for it, it's okay, don't feel bad for it!

-Sometimes, other toons would join in as well, they usually come like once or twice. The one you see the most is Shelly and she often swaps the dinosaur books when she is done reading them and grabs the fresh ones. She comes back to reread the old books too. Brightney even encourages everyone, if they want, they can always bring their friends and more company, it's always nice to have more toons in here! Of course, if no one really wants, she won't really mind, everyone is happy reading books quietly in here, after all.

-But being at the book club is pretty chill! The vibe is calm and gentle and even if you are someone who stumbled in there for the first time, it feels like you have been a member of it for so long. Brightney is really kind and talented, helping you adjust and everything. Even encouraging you to please tell her if you need absolutely anything. Dazzle and Astro's company is also pretty sweet, they like to recommend you books if you want to hear them out, especially Dazzle. Though they usually read quietly, offering you silent company.

-Sometimes small talks turn into you all having a conversation together and laughing, whether it's about the books you are reading or quietly bonding as you all have your trusty drinks or food beside you. Sometimes it might even feel like a sleepover, especially if you all gather at night or the atmosphere feels like it as well. The mood can even feel sleepy sometimes as it is that cozy in there. Honestly, Brightney feels glad if the book club is able to provide any of you some nice comfort, especially at night if you can't sleep.

-The book club can really be a nice place. Even if you are new, there is never really a moment where you will feel anxious that you are the newest member. The toons are all welcoming and it's even perfect for those that don't even talk much or even prefer to be alone. You don't even have to come by every single time! Though the book club is always happy to see you reading together with them! They really like having you there with them and they are glad that you joined the book club!

Thank you for reading! <3

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Okay new maybe sad(?) Halt headcanon:

Halt didn't really have any friends at all growing up except for Caitlyn and I think before grew up into teenagers Halt and Ferris used to be bestfriends as well (they still fought all the time though), but that wasn't nessacarily because he didn't want any friends or didn't want to talk to any of the village kids, it's because people didn't want to talk to him.

When they got along, Ferris definitely dragged Halt down with him to the village to meet the other kids and stuff and have human connections with people their age, and Ferris got along with them really well and everyone loved him, but Halt was quiet and shy and people took that the wrong way and didn't want to be friends with him. Pre teen/early teen Halt definetely had a resting bitch face and just looked pissed and emo the whole time so most of the village kids just assumed he was mean or didn't want to talk to anyone. They never really bothered to be friends with him because why would they choose the emo brother over the actual nice and friendly one? No one ever said it out loud though because thats the fucking crown prince they're talking about.

And Halt did want to talk to the other kids, especially when he was younger, he was just too shy to. He wanted actual friends and human connection outside of castle peeps and his siblings. He just wanted to have a normal relationship with someone his age and someone who he could forget about being royal with but he was too quiet and didn't know how to talk to people. He probably never had a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle, especially people his age, when he was super young so he probably never learnt how to go about it and what to say. Ferris on the other hand was just a natural with people and learnt along the way. Halt was probably just super lonely for most of his life. It said in the books that Crowley was his first proper friend and they met when Halt was probably like 18. That's a long fucking time going without a friend.

Another headcanon with this is that when Ferris would bring Halt down to the village to meet the kids, sometimes when they were there they would get into stupid little kid sibling arguments so some of the only times the kids would hear Halt talking was when he was angry at Ferris and when they were fighting so they just assumed that he was always like that and that he was the bad brother so they were closer with Ferris.

And then when Ferris went through his whole "I'm gonna murder my brother" phase his relationship with Halt obviously broke apart completely and they just ended up despising each other even if halt did want to go back to normal. And that definetely happened a whle before the actual murder attempts happened. By the point the only person Halt had in his life who he talked to was Caitlyn, and maybe Pritchard if he was around there at that time. Maybe his mum, because I think his mum was actually good to him and he's a mumma's boy but she was probably really busy to spend a lot of time with him. So he pretty much only had Caitlyn. But Caitlyn probably felt conflicted as well especially after Halt told her about what Ferris was doing, because she believed Halt and wanted to stay with him and support him, but at the same time she always got along with and loved Ferris, and he was always so nice to her, so it was really hard for her to come to terms with what he was doing and think of him in a bad way. And Ferris wouldn't know that Cailtyn knew about the murder attempts so he would probably still try to talk to her and she had to pretend that she was fine and she was just stuck in the middle of everything.

Anyway, this ended up being much longer than I thought it would be. I'm in school right now and bored so I have to do something to pass the time. Might go finish my fic I started yesterday of trans Halt with period cramps.

[what-is-my-life-lmao]

I hope you’re okay!!! Take your time with this, no rush at all!!

Fic (or Headcanon, I don’t mind either way) with Cheated x Hero? Per chance?

Hiiii I'm fine no need to worry!! Thank you for caring about me you're really nice <3 (god I just realized how fake this sounds after typing it I swear I appreciate your concern I just don't know how to express it)

Hero x Cheated general headcanons

Chronic People-pleaser x professional hater, I see the appeal

I headcanon that in a post-construct au, Hero would end up in a leader role, and while he'd like helping his flock, it would probably burn him out quickly, and he'd end up neglecting himself

Cheated sees this and goes "dude stop letting everyone walk over you" and makes him take a nap

Hero seeing Cheated's anger going out of control and helping him calm down, letting Cheated rant to him about what's bothering him

Cheated and Hero playing some kind of competitive game and Cheated keeps losing and usually he'd already have flipped the table in rage but the way Hero looks every time he wins makes him feel butterflies in his stomach and he can't even be mad (then Cheated finally wins and he's super happy and then he sees Hero being way more exited than all the times he's won and it makes his chest all warm and fluffy)

Cheated tries to help Hero have more of a spine (Hero might not be as spineless as someone like Broken, but I feel like it would still help him to learn to hold some healthy grudges)

For activities they'd do together, I think they'd prefer more mellow stuff, like binging some tv show (if they have a tv), cuddling in one of their beds/nests, or maybe just going on walks together, watching the birds fly, on that note.....

SURPRISE MINI FIC YAYYY

"Hey, are you free?"

Hero blinked in surprise, he'd just finished helping Hunted and Skeptic patch up Contrarian after falling off of the roof (he doesn't know how he got up there in the first place, but he's learnt better than to question Contra's ways), only to come face to face with Cheated the second he left Hunted's room.

"Oh, yeah, what's up?"

"Want to go to a walk? I found a pretty neat place yesterday, and you could use a break- and don't you fucking say you don't."

Hero looked away in embarrassment at that, he knows damn well Cheated doesn't like it when he doesn't take care of himself, so he's trying to work on it, and a walk with him does sound nice right now

"Sure, where are we going?" he says noticing that Cheated is wearing a backpack, which probably means that they'll be gone for a while

"I remember back at the construct you said you wanted to look at birds, and I found a clearing in the forest where you can see a bunch of them very easily"

"Wh- you remembered that??" He felt his cheeks flush, honestly he himself had forgotten about that comment he'd made, too preoccupied with settling in in their new home, and helping the others with their issues while also dealing with his own issues, and- okay he's starting to see why Cheated always insists he takes breaks, "I mean- it was just a silly thought- you didn't have to take it so seriously"

Cheated sighed in annoyance, "you wanna go birdwatching, right?"

...He did, a lot, "yes"

"Then we're going, the others won't get themselves killed if you're not looking at them for a few hours"

"I'm not so sure about that." But nevertheless he followed him outside

...

Cheated was right, the clearing truly was beautiful, and he could already see a few birds flying around while they got settled down, Hero looked up to the sky as he sat down next to his- was boyfriend the right word? He couldn't really say, they hadn't talked about it, but they spent more time together than most of the others on the flock, these walks they went to could be considered dates and he really, really liked Cheated, but did he like him in that way? And more importantly, did Cheated feel the same?

A hand was waved on his face, "Hey, Earth to Hero, you with me?"

"Ah! Yes, sorry, I got stuck in my head for a bit there, what were you saying?"

Cheated passed him his backpack, now open, letting him see what Cheated had packed in, there were binoculars, a notebook, a book about bird species, and some snacks and drinks inside.

"Woah, you really came prepared, huh?" he opened the bird book and looking through its pages.

Cheated opened up a chocolate bar and took a bite off it, "well duh! We're going birdwatching aren't we?"

The way Cheated smiled at him was way better than any birds they could find

[idkhow-ks]

Raw 6/23/25 — post show thoughts

Warning for anyone who needs it: this gets political and touches on what is currently happening in the Middle East. I've kept it to the end so if you still want to read my funny wrestling thoughts and avoid the serious stuff just stop at the Cody vs Jey section.

Seth Rollins opens the show, Breakker vs Penta

I don’t know how much it came across on tv but in the arena Rollins was getting a lot of boos and there wasn’t a lot of singing his song happening which I’m happy to see as he is trying to be a big bad heel.

Has Bronson Reed said anything since returning and joining Seth? I see no logic in him taking on this role.

Penta and Breakker put together a really good match with some unexpected spots. Both guys are super over too.

In fact, along with the CM Punk chants there was a lot of…. Woofing I guess? People love Bron.

The midair spear looked super awesome in person.

Goldberg video

Not much to say here. I don't think the title should be on the line for this match but WWE's current reliance on titles for matches is a topic for another day.

Queen of the Ring Semifinal – Cargill vs Perez

I'm not a fan of Jade. I think she relies solely on being 'stronger' than everyone else and that doesn't make for great matches.

Perez is gold. She sells so well, her in-ring psychology is always top notch, and she can pull off some impressive moves for her small stature.

I should probably add another warning here because I'm going to talk about shitty men for a second.

If you are a man and you are going to a live pro wrestling event please know that there are women there that can hear you when you talk about how nice the asses are of all the female wrestlers. I'm not saying that you can't appreciate their bodies. You can, they're stunning, I agree with you on that. But when that's the only commentary you have during women's matches when you're super invested in the wrestling of the men's matches it feels gross.

And if your response to reading that is to say it's not all men and I probably just sat behind some dickheads. I have been to a lot of wrestling shows. I've heard stuff like this at every single one. I just want those guys to know that people can hear them and I at least am judging them accordingly and do not feel safe with them in attendance.

Gunther promo

On a lighter note: I love Gunther!

That promo slapped. No notes.

My personal Main Event – Bayley vs Lynch

Glad that Becky was getting appropriately boo'd.

This definitely took a bit to get going but they were really putting something awesome together.

The buried-under-chairs spot was cool.

Lyra coming in to dig Bayley out was the right spot for her to interfere.

I liked that Lyra didn't bite on Becky's taunting on the ring apron and that Bayley got there before Becky could force a DQ.

But then of course they had Lyra take that baseball slide and even though Bayley and Becky were putting on a clinic after that point they had Lyra kill it all because she just couldn't possibly take a baseball slide from Lynch and let it go. Oh no no no. She had to get back at Lynch right there in the middle of a stellar match.

I don't know if this lived up to all my self-imposed hype but it was definitely building in that direction! Until the ending!

But at least the forthcoming triple threat at Evolution will be a banger ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Rodriguez calls out Ripley

This definitely felt like filler.

Gross men warning again.

Rhea continues to be the most over person in the company.

It doesn't feel like such a good thing when you see all the men standing up during this whole segment and filming closeups of her.

Rhea has agency and she obviously feels great about her image and is doing this all of her own free will and I would never say that she should change that. She can do whatever she wants. I agree that she's hot as hell and I like looking at her. But men don't know how to behave in respectful ways a lot of the time and it's not fun being a femme presenting person at shows and watching this all happen. You can enjoy her without making it so fucking obvious that you just want to fuck her and don't care about anything else.

King of the Ring Semifinal – Rhodes vs Uso

Here is where this recap/review is going to take a turn.

The build to Night of Champions I think is my breaking point for WWE at this moment.

I don't know how to best put this into words so this might come off as just word vomit but I'm happy to clarify or discuss specific statements if anyone wants or needs that.

WWE getting into partnership with Saudi Arabia was bad enough, WWE making up whole new 'Titles' to wrestle for and then display in Saudi Arabia was bad enough. WWE taking a ring canvas sponsorship from Saudi Arabia was bad enough.

All of those things made me incredible uncomfortable and sad. The House of Saud is a criminal organization that has buckets of blood on their hands. And WWE is playing into their continued Sports Washing.

But going to Raw tonight and seeing them advertise the Cena vs Punk match and then the Rhodes vs Orton match and then seeing the already edited graphic for Asuka vs Cargill where Jade is fully covered. It just broke me y'all.

Knowing that Iran has already bombed US bases in Qatar and that the biggest US presence in the Middle East is in Saudi Arabia was just the icing on top of the already shit-filled situation.

This next bit is probably going to come across as 'missing the point man' but it is how I'm feeling in this moment.

Sports (and live events in general) are incredibly powerful. They can be a massive force for good but under capitalism they are most often a massive force for bad.

And the specific reason this broke me over all the other Saudi shows is because Orton vs Rhodes and Cena vs Punk are generational matches. They are culminations of decades long stories and they should be played out as such.

These are Mania matches. These are SummerSlam matches. These are Chicago and Boston matches. These are fan dream matches.

But instead of taking these once in a lifetime stories and putting them on a show where the most diverse and wide audience has a chance to witness them, WWE took– what I can only assume is a metric shit ton of– money from criminals and tyrants to stage these matches in a dangerous location where the average WWE fan can not attend.

It feels so disrespectful and dismissive of the fans. It feels so grubby and dirty. It feels like such a waste.

I have a whole other part of this rant about Punk specifically but that's probably best left for another day.

To round this all out I'll say this, I won't be watching Smackdown on Friday or Night of Champions on Saturday or Raw on Monday. I can't in good conscience support in even the most tacit of ways the partnership between WWE and Saudi Arabia. I regret going to Raw tonight which is something I never thought I would say.

I'm still a wrestling fan and I will still be here talking about wrestling and making my silly Chris Sabin cosplay and my satanic G.O.A.T sacrifice fan art but not for this week, not for these shows.

If anyone reads this far, thank you. I take sports and the intersection of sports, culture, and politics very seriously. I did my thesis on this topic. So if you have any questions or want to have a good faith conversation about this I'm here and willing.

[secondbeatsongs]

"how was the concert was it good?" well my glasses almost got knocked off my head by evan cranley's ass when he tried crowdsurfing, so yeah! really great time actually!

[izuke-the-zombie]

This is a little head cannon/What if Macaque had more original powers, a little more Starry Night dreamlike powers leaning into the more nurturing kind, you know, the moon and sun kind of powers? 🌙☀️

 

Maybe in the past, he was like a therapy friend to Wukong, someone he could really be himself with, vent, and tell his secrets without being judged in the safety of his own dreams. Someone he can truly trust, and that was Macaque.

Skip to Redemption Ark for Mac

Now he's a therapy friend to the whole MK team! (Against his will) They cuddle, pet, and vent to him with their problems. He's like one of Sandy's therapy cats, just bigger and grumpier.😾💕✨ he just has this way with people I guess

Okay, this is how it starts: Macaque and Wukong's first encounter was in a dream.

Wukong would not shut up about the pretty demon in his crazy dreams, often to his sworn brothers; he talked about all the fun and crazy adventures he'd have, the long meaningful conversations and jokes, and the occasionally moving pictures of otherworldly strong magical humans with sparkly eyes and spiky hair who wield giant weapons that shoots Fire called anime, and that this had been going on for a few months now.

This annoyed and concerned them; they think it's a demon trying to take over the Monkey King's mind or trying to brainwash him somehow, so Azure Lion and the Sworn Brothers all brainstormed together to devise a plan to somehow confront this tricky dream demon. Wukong doesn't want the fun dreams to end or scare off this other celestial monkey, so he decides to talk to his friend in his dreams. Wukong casually brings up the idea that the macaque should visit Flower Fruit and meet his sworn brothers! Macaque of course hesitates, not sure of the idea of traveling to an unknown island and meeting The Monkey King's questionable choice of sworn brothers, but of course, Wukong, sad and a bit offended, but he doesn't give up.

He decides to bring upon the Ultimate Weapon, begging and whining until Macaque crumbles and gives in, which eventually does. Mac reluctantly agrees to travel over to FFM in disguise, just to be safe he tells Wukong he'll be there. Within a month, Wukong couldn't be more excited; he was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day!

So this is what kinds of powers I think he should have.

😴 the first pic is crossing over to other people's dreams and making their experience life-like he has illusion magic so this makes sense to me. Wukong and macaque would prank the Brotherhood or play tags and hide and seek in their brother's dreams. 🌸The second pic is the soothing ability to calm one's nerves if they pet or cuddle him like a therapy cat,🐈 Wukong would groom him for hours to calm his nerves. now come copes with food🍑🍔🍭

🌸🎶I saved the best one for last the cute/sad little head Cannon I have

At the end of every dream Mac visits they would end it by dancing to music Mac would bring from the future laughing and stumbling while wukong slowly wakes up, wukong has always gone to bed early But now he goes even earlier to bed. Wukong always thought he was the luckiest monkey in the world he gets to have two Adventure and one of them is with his prettiest best friend Macaque 😚✨the monkey of his dreams.

🌸 Wukong couldn't truly dream of a world without his bestest friend🥰✨

[darabeatha]

/I miss writing dynamics between characters , but this is really a me issue I should strive to correct, but even then, I I still find myself yearning like a cold animal by the road-

[shannonsketches]

something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle