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[strangebrews]

Sweat or spit for the word prompts (#4)? ❤️ ✋😳🤚

#4 Sweat

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Their one attempt at taking a bath together was a failed one, albeit memorable. 

Tommy had returned from tending to the stables, dirt streaked across his forehead, sweat from his chest soaking circles into his shirt, and the smell of horse shit trailing after him through the door. Alfie still squirmed in his chair at the sight.

‘Tommy—” he called out to him, “Tommy, now I don’t think—and realize that I am saying this for your own good—I just do not think you’ll manage to reach every patch of shit clinging to your back, yeah? It’d be impossible, right, judging by the absolutely fucking repulsive state you’re in at the moment, to thoroughly clean it all yourself.”

Tommy idled in front of him, his left brow arched high above the eye. “Express yourself, Alfie. Express yourself for once, in this forsaken life, like a fucking normal person.” He knew exactly what Alfie was getting at—years of listening to his cryptic speech had trained Tommy to read in between the lines. But sometimes, it was just nice to hear Alfie lust for him explicitly.

Alfie grunted something undecipherable and burrowed himself deeper into the cushions, unrelenting, and Tommy simply rolled his eyes.

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He’d dabbled with the idea of a joint bath a few times himself, but would rather be dead than make the offer. So Tommy was a hypocrite, but—damned as he was—it made no fucking difference to him.

The door to the bathroom had been left cracked open, because judging by the shuffling he’d heard on his way out, Alfie would make an appearance. 

It didn’t take long before he was craning his neck in through the door frame, the slightest of blushes dusting his cheeks. “Listen, mate—”

“Save yourself the embarrassment, Alfie.” Tommy spoke to the bar of soap in his hand, splashed water onto his shoulders with the other.

Alfie took that as his cue, and hobbled the rest of the way in, hovering above the tub for a few seconds before the scene of a wet Tommy registered entirely. He stripped his clothes off in a few, graceful motions. Alfie Solomons being graceful—the things sexual arousal could do to a man.

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The rest of the affair was far from elegant. It turned out that these bathtubs were not created for two broad men to sit in comfortably, and a considerable amount of water sloshed out over the side as Alfie stumbled into it. His initial intention had been to have Tommy sit between his spread legs, but he’d climbed in on the wrong side, and he would never fucking ask Tommy to please move and make room for him. So once he’d slipped around to the point of exhaustion, and spewed a fair share of fucking hells, he finally opted for sitting across from Tommy instead—letting their legs brush up against one another.

“A little more movement and we would’ve had to refill this—”

“Fuck off, Tommy, just—fuck off.”

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Because Tommy was both more agile and equally weak in the face of temptation, he scrubbed at his forearms for a bit and eventually slid into the space Alfie had created. He passed the sponge over to him, instructing him to get the back, hair and thighs. One of those things was not like the other, yet innocent cleanliness was not the purpose behind these antics.

Alfie failed on the very first task, because he scrubbed in lines rather than in circles. “Does it really make a fucking difference?” Yes, it did make a difference—it was the fine line between comfort and torture, and Alfie snagging his nails on Tommy’s skin did not improve the situation.

They survived it, somehow, so Alfie moved on to the hair, squirting some soap onto Tommy’s head. He moved in circles this time, but his hyperfixation caused him to overlook the suds dripping down Tommy’s hairline. “Eyes, my fucking eyes you bastard.” he yelped, rubbing at them with his fist.

Tommy snatched the sponge from Alfie and shifted back onto the other side of the tub, grumbling something about never fucking doing this again.

“But I haven’t washed your thighs yet.”

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Tommy had to tug Alfie out of the tub in the end—right after he had sworn on everything he held dear to never tell a soul. “Don’t even fucking think about it in your spare time, do you understand? Do not fucking go around recollecting it.”

And Tommy was terrified by the threat, he really was, because he did not even laugh when Alfie limped away into the bedroom, a giant, purple bruise already forming on his right asscheek.

#tommy x alfie #alfie x tommy #tofie #sholomons #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #mine #wererich #o.O ba dum tss

[ojibways]

happy birthday my dearest beth love of my life i hope your bday was wonderful and sexy<33333

MADI I MISS U DEARLY 💔🖤ty for the bday wishes and i hope ur real life is ALSO wonderful cool n sexy 

#bday #wererich

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Me: Ohohoho! I only have two scenes left to write to finish a fic! They’re two scenes I’m excited to write! I should sit down and write them!

My dumb gay brain: Werewolf Lesbian Richie

Me: Ah.

#it livez it my brain rent free and my drafts plot free #okay no it has a plot but its probably gonna be like a four fic series and i keep not writing in order #sorry if you want my other fics im dumb and adhd abd trying my best #okay family road trip will be done soon but it sure is less soon than if i wasnt three incredibly wordy world building scenes into wererich #so i mean #get excited for that #person in my comments on FF: haha ur posting is inconsistent please give us another chapter its been a fucking moth #me immediatly: NO #these tags are all i need to show you for you to know i won an award for worst speller in 5th grade #ff is forgotten familiarity i realized it seems like fanfic.net and please no i have some class #(also in middle school i tried to use it and got sp confused and stressed i never tried again but my point STANDS) #my art :)

[hawaiianshirt-doodle-dump]

as Much as I love werewolf Richie being like cool and supernatural and shit, I ALSO think it’s very fun for wererich to just embody the like “oh you poor thing, you don’t have a thought behind those eyes” audio

[haaawaiianshirt]

me, literally begging: please... what about wererich can we draw wererich? something with plot? maybe one of the redraws?? a wip??? Please

my brain: hehe teifling have goat horns

[bisouriah]

Happiest day of my life so far . Happy birthday lil Virgo boy you the best buff brother in the world @frankieworldwide 💕 I love life so much ~> ( #WereRich) is where everything changed . Those words changed our lives . (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn-JYPZH9CV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bijl1ho2c7fv

#wererich

[jazzy0613-blog]

Washington, D.C. #wererich #work #awesome

#wererich #work #awesome

[strangebrews]

basorexia🥺🥺 that is so cute!!

basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss

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When Alfie is released from the hospital, Tommy—as volunteer caregiver—is given a folder of instructions. It’s full of information on what time Alfie needs his medication, what dates his check-up visits are, a list of things he cannot do for the following two months.  No sticky foods. No prolonged exposure to bright light. No heavy exercise. “That includes sex.” There’s a gleam in the doctor’s eye when he delivers that line, quite sure that he understands the nature of this arrangement, but Tommy casts it away with a glare.

Two months. He pinches himself for lusting over a man he had intended to kill. 

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A routine is created within the first week. It is a necessary step for them both, they decide—a way to stay sane in the confines of this house for the next two months. The to-do list is pinned to the kitchen wall. 

They begin with washing out the refrigerator. It’s surprisingly clean for belonging to a man who had just spent months in the hospital, Tommy notes. Nothing but some slices of moldy cheese, freezer-burnt chicken breasts and a few stray peas rolling around on the back shelf. It takes them three days. Tommy keeps his shoulder pressed against Alfie’s as they stand in front of the door. 

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Laundry is much more complicated. There’s already a large pile on the floor, made up of only the clothes Alfie had at the hospital. They ought to give the sheets and clothing at home a wash too, to get rid of the blanket of dust on them. Alfie insists it’s unnecessary, Tommy throws them in anyway. It is the least he can do. 

He does most of the work really, keeping himself busy by stacking books back into place, scrubbing windows, dusting the floor, as Alfie sits and pretends to read, adjusting to his new vision. But they both participate in preparing meals, slicing onions and peppers and strawberries, red juicing staining the pads of Tommy’s fingers. The mechanical motions are therapeutic for them both.

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They are preparing to go to sleep one night, about a month in. The shadows in the room have concealed Alfie on the other side of the bed, only a single strand of light from a streetlamp outside illuminating the left side of his face. The scar is deep, jagged, the skin around the glass eye growing back in small lumps. It is hideous, and Tommy is gripped by an intense urge to kiss it. Coat the mangled cheek with soft pecks as a form of apology. 

“I was going to miss.” The lie slips out. He winces as Alfie crosses over to the other side, placing a palm to his bare chest—right atop the tattoo of the sunrise. His eyes scan slowly from Tommy’s chin to the top of his forehead before kissing him once, softly. 

“I know,” a lie just the same, but then again Alfie had planted his own bullet in Tommy’s shoulder blade so they are equally guilty. “One more month, Thomas Shelby.” And that concludes this conversation, apologies accepted through a few more touches. One more month and then another lifetime ahead.

headcanon prompts

#alfie x tommy #tommy x alfie #sholomons #tofie #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #thomas shelby #mine #wererich #uwu as they say #just the whole I Nearly Killed You starcrossed lovers letters written in drugged oblivion storyline #i just -- cannot believe it's canon like ill never stop screamin about it #we were Treated Well

[haaawaiianshirt]

doodle ideas: - Stan uses a laser pointer on werewolf Richie - Eddie preaches about the benefits of essential oils - The Losers have to use a hose on were-Richie cause she stinks like doggy

hey i am so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long i am clearly untrustworthy with doodle requests tysm for sending them in anyways ily 😭 BUT these are such wonderfully delightful concepts that i simply Needed to Share it instead of leaving it here 

SOO hopefully ill be able to come back to this soon with an actual drawing but UNTIL then if any fellow wererich enthusiasts want to do this i would love to see 👁👁