#and im just sitting here. nauseous. unable to make myself move

[bunnyboy-juice]

literally have just been sitting up for 30 minutes trying to will myself to get ready

[hardyimagines]

Part 9 – The Baker

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Could I request an Alfie Solomons x reader where she has no idea who he is and thinks he’s just a baker so he bakes things for her and is sweet but he keeps trying to hide his identity bc he really likes her and eventually she finds out who he is? You decide whether you want the ending to be angst or fluff! And please make this one a bit lengthy :) thanks love 💗

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8

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“Alfie, I promise, she’s fine.” You whispered softly to the man that knelt on top of you. He chose now to worry about the babe growing inside you, after you had sex.

“Right, yeah, you said that, but you’re not a fucking doctor, now are you, pet?” His hand brushed along your belly, caressing the rounded surface slowly.

“I’m not a doctor, Alfie, but I’m pretty sure that being pregnant doesn’t mean you can’t have sex for nine months.” You groaned out softly. Alfie sensed your discomfort so he laid his hands on your hips and helped you sit up. It wasn’t needed, but it was appreciated.

You were five months along now, so Alfie was becoming very cautious of everything you did. Well, even more cautious than he was before. The man shifted in front of you before lifting his hand to your warm cheek. Brushing your locks away from your sweaty skin, he leaned in and kissed you softly. “Right, pet, up you get. I’ve got to get going to work.”

“Alfie, I really don’t think I need to go in with you again today. I’m perfectly fine staying at home.” You tried to reason with him. “When I’m seven months pregnant and so on, then you can drag me to work with you, honey, but right now I can look after myself.”

The man looked like a wounded animal. He eyed you with the most innocent stare, so uncommon for him to make. You’d really hurt his feelings right then.

“I just don’t wanna miss anything, right. Pet-“ He began to rise. Swinging his leg off of the mattress, Alfie lifted himself smoothly before leaning over to retrieve his clothing. His legs lifted so he could step into a fresh pair of underwear and then drag his trousers on directly after. “What if, yeah, the babe starts kicking? Right, or what if you feel nauseous, fuck ton of vomiting you tend to wound up spewing and I don’t want you suffering all by yourself. It’s better if you’re with me througought this entire fucking thing, innit?”

“Okay.” You cut him off. You really didn’t feel like bickering for an hour. Alfie was entirely too stubborn to give in so you knew that you’d end up at the bakery either way. Laying your hands on your back, you groaned out breathily as you stretched. His eyes were stuck on you. You were completely naked, more beautiful than ever. He kept saying you had a glow to you, one that shone brightly and made you look so effortlessly attractive. That’s exactly what he’d said before you two ended up tangled together in a mass of limbs on the bed. You could feel his smug grin, almost as radiant as you, as he began to pull on his shirt. He fastened the plastic buttons one by one before moving toward you. “Don’t touch me, Alfie.” You warned the man. This pregnancy made you so easily horny and you weren’t sure if you loved it or hated it. Loved would’ve been the obvious answer but because Alfie was such a busy man, it made it to where you were horny and unsatisfied a lot of the time.

He took your warning into consideration. The man stuck his hands deeply into the pockets of his trousers to restrain himself. His eyes did all the touching he needed. Your breaths began to deepen at his close proximity. Just because he didn’t have his hands roaming your body, that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his gaze, devouring you as his mouth had been.

“Alfie..” you whispered quietly beneath your breath. You were trying to pick out an outfit to wear to work and it was becoming increasingly more difficult as he didn’t back away from you. His stomach brushed against your back accidentally and that was all you needed before your much smaller form twisted around to face his own. He was just as surprised as you were when you threw yourself at him. His large palms quickly grabbed ahold of your thighs, hoisting you up and on to his hips to make things just a little easier. Your mouth was relentless against his, refusing to stop for air or so you could tell him what you wanted.

“Pet.” He growled out against your lips, allowing you to continue with your assault of kisses. “Pet, im already late for work.” He told you before twisting around and lowering you down on to the bed.

“Exactly,” You gripped the front of his shirt and yanked him down with so much strength that his eyes widened in the slightest. “so it wont really matter if you’re just a little more late.” You offered the poor excuse.

Alfie sighed exasperatedly with a hint of amusement before laying his hand against the mattress beside your head. He knew better than to deny you. You’d be grumpy all day and refuse any of the affection that he offered to you. “I’m already dressed, pet, yeah. You just lay still.”

You obeyed him without question. Lifting your small hand to his head, your fingers wound in his locks when he began to move his head south. Your fingers gently tugged at his brown hair before you shut your eyes and let your head roll to the side. Alfie Solomons was actually a very generous man — at least he was when it came to oral sex.

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The sun was bright as the two of you emerged from the home you shared. His hand was locked securely around your own, fingers gliding along your much smaller ones. The rings that cradled his fingers were cold against your knuckles, but you didn’t complain. Alfie never took the jewelry off and if you said the smallest thing, you knew he’d ditch them. Squeezing his hand so that he’d look down at you, you sent him a small smile before leaning up and stealing a swift kiss. The man was very much enjoying how lovey and affectionate you were being.

“So does this mean I have to be locked away in your office for the entire day?” You inquired, staring down at the broken cracks in the cement as the two of you walked. Alfie directed his stare down at you before humming lowly.

“I dont want you near the machinery and men.” He muttered as the two of you continued to walk.

“The men?” You frowned lightly before looking up at him. “What because I’m horny all the time you think I’ll jump a random person?”

Alfie shrugged lightly. He didn’t know anything about pregnant women. He just knew that you were ready for sex all the damn time. His dark eyes flickered to your own and it was then that you saw the joking tint in his gaze.

“Bastard.” You pushed his arm roughly, causing the man to lose his footing for only a second. “I thought you were serious!” You hissed before pulling your hand away from his. Folding your arms stubbornly and childishly across your chest, you walked just a little bit quicker than the man so that he wasn’t able to walk at your side.

“Pet.” He chuckled lowly, unable to hide how amusing he found the situation. It wasn’t his fault you were so easy to rile up nowadays. He loved it when you got frustrated because your voice would become so breathy and your features would morph into a childlike pout. He gripped the back of your dress and smoothly yanked you back and against him. “Come here.” You struggled for only a moment before slumping as you saw the street sign. This was the road that you’d very first ventured onto when your grandmother had sent you out for treats and bread. Your entire demeanor changed then and your small hand found Alfie’s once more.

“It’s kind of strange how we met don’t you think? I mean, I just came by for bread and cakes and you.. well you weren’t even suppose to be making those for me, and yet you did.” Your eyes slid up to his before dropping to the fond smile he wore.

“Right, pet. I was meant to be making those fucking treats, weren’t I, seeing as I am head baker.” He grumbled lowly. “If it hadn’t been for me, yeah, you wouldn’t been scavenging the fucking roads for an actual bakery, my love and they aren’t easy to find round these parts, seeing as my bakery is the best.” He grinned cockily and you rewarded him with an elbow to the chest. He really was a good baker.. so if he ever did want to stop the life he lead now and one day become an actual baker, that’s something that you’d be more than happy to help him with. Your hand fell to your stomach, thumb brushing along the smooth surface. Majority of the walk was then spent teasing over what would’ve happened if the two of you hadn’t of met.

Everything in the world was good. There was no worry on your shoulders, nothing apart from the stress of giving birth, but you were sure that was present in all first-time mother’s. Your hand rested on your stomach as the pair of you walked, fingers opened wide so you could rub the length of your tummy. Baby name’s were discussed as you walked arm in arm with Alfie. Most times he was silent when you offered a name, trying his best not to upset you by saying he didn’t like this one or that.

Ellie was cute, but it was simple. Oliver was nice, but it was too close to Ollie. George, he liked, until you said it was for a girl. Each name you said, he commented on, but then the list grew longer and he was running out of polite things to say to avoid simply stating ‘no, not that one’.

Baby talk stopped when the two of you reached the distillery. Alfie opened the heavy door with ease, reminding you of all the times in the past he’d done the same thing. He was always a gentleman when it came to you. Slipping inside, you let out a heavy breath as the overpowering scent of alcohol hit you. Waves of nausea flooded your body, threatening to send you to the toilets to empty your stomach, but Alfie was quick to pull you toward the stairs and toward his office. The scent was still strong, but not as strong.

Your small body found the couch in the corners, moans leaving your lips as you panted tiredly. Alfie watched you with a lazy smile. You could ride him for an hour without complaint, gleaming with sweat, out of breath, and without complaint, but if you had to climb ten to twenty stairs, you were exhausted. He watched you momentarily, ensuring that you were truly alright. You were. The little moans you set free were assurance of that. It had grown to be a habit, a sense of comfort to let out the little sounds. He didn’t know if you did it to soothe the growing child in your tummy, but it helped to soothe him so he smiled as he sat at his desk.

Forever started here. There was no ring on your finger, bounding you to the man at the desk, but you were sure there would be soon. Alfie spoke of marriage from time to time, but it wasn’t the most important thing to you. You didn’t need the law to tie you to him, you already knew you’d be spending forever with him. Him and the child in your stomach. Enemies didn’t seem to come around anymore. Work was stressful, but not overly. Alfie had made time for you and he promised to make even more when your little boy, or girl, arrived. He was a terrific man to have by your side and you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store. Right now, it looked like loads of sex and loads of babies.

You smiled to yourself, head lulling to the side. You watched him as he stared down at the paperwork on his desk, glasses low on the bridge of his nose as he worked quietly. Distracting him was tempting. You always had so much to say. But you found, as you watched him silently, that this was so peaceful. And this was how you wanted to spend everyday. With him. Even if it meant doing nothing, it was something. Alfie Solomons was your happy ever after.

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Okay! Hello! The Baker has come to an end!! I’ll do a follow-up chapter because I know we all want some Baby Solomons, but it won’t be titled The Baker. I’ll simply correlate the two. Anyway, this story was really, really nice to write. I just spent an hour finishing it up and tumblr crashed on me so I lost it all. This is shorter than what I had, but I got super stressed and shortened it considerably. ): but anyway!! I hope you all enjoyed this fic, I know i did. ❤️❤️

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[chokememrstark]

Requiem Of Memories // Part 2

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 1847 (Chapter 2 / 15)

Fic Summary: Sam feels awful and hopeless in his new situation, not even a visit from Lucifer can give him any distraction. He's not surprised when the angel tells him that he can't bring him back, it's impossible to bring himself to care for that or the other things Lucifer has to say.

angst, hurt & comfort, alternative universe, au!lucifer, mourning, depression, blood and gore, nightmares, loneliness

Note: I highly recommend to read Nightmares Become Reality before this, otherwise the premise of the story and the setting might not make much sense.

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 The day passed without Sam doing anything. At around noon - at least Sam thought it was noon, there were no clocks in this room - another demon knocked on his door and brought him food, but this time he didn’t talk to her. He waited until she was gone, then got up and inspected the second door of the room, which led to a bathroom as he had expected. After taking care of his human needs, including eating, Sam just laid down again and stared back at the ceiling. It was the beginning of a routine he would know perfectly very soon.

 Sam’s complete numbness lasted, but only during the day. Once it got dark outside - Sam didn’t bother lighting the lamp because he didn’t get up anyway - the memories of what had happened came back and he had no way to hide from them. There was very little sleep and the few hours he got each night were torturous and painful. Most of the time Sam spent pressing his face into the pillow, sobbing and begging for forgiveness from someone who was dead and gone. He couldn’t stop his heart from breaking all over again night after night, a feeling that was so agonizing and destructive that it seemed to affect his mere soul. Every breath felt wrong, every heartbeat like betrayal and there was nothing he could do to ease any of it.

 Lucifer didn’t show up for almost a week, it was always demons who brought Sam food and water and even new clothes from time to time. If he would have wanted, he could have gotten up and left his room - the door was open as far as he knew - but even thinking about that made him feel awful and weak. He couldn’t tell how many demons were there, but he didn’t care for them. As much as they didn’t seem to care for him, judging by the disgusted looks they gave him. When Lucifer finally returned, Sam was once again sitting on the bed, staring into nothingness and lost in his own thoughts.

 The angel took a chair from the table and put it in front of Sam’s bed to sit down, to which the hunter eventually looked up. Lucifer wore a similar black outfit as before, but this one was very torn and Sam noticed dried blood on it too. He didn’t seem to be coming from a fight though. His blue eye was not as piercing and cold as the first time Sam had met him, but he didn’t know if he could be thankful for that or not.

 “I have bad news for you, Sam,” Lucifer began, leaning forward slowly. “There is no way for me to open a portal to your dimension, I’m afraid. It seems like it must be opened by the one who brought you here.”

 “Yeah,” Sam huffed apathetic. “I figured.”

 “I know you don’t want to be here, but I cannot send you back.”

 “I don’t wanna go back,” Sam mumbled and wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them closer to his body. “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

 “You can stay here if you want to, with me.”

 Sam slowly looked up, torn between laughing and crying out loud. He could see the angel’s face and he seemed to be honest with his offer, but how could he do that? It felt like he betrayed Lucifer every time he was in the same room with this one, how could he stay? And at the same time, he knew too well what would happen if he refused and left. Whatever he would do, it would end bad, he knew it.

 “You don’t want me here,” Sam eventually said quietly. “I won’t be useful to you.”

 “So?” Lucifer asked and cracked a smirk. “You are not my servant, Sam. You are not my prisoner either.”

 “What am I then?”

 “My guest, if you wish to be,” Lucifer said sincerely.

 “I’m not good company,” Sam muttered and rested his chin on his arms, not knowing what else to say. He felt strange to be invited as a guest by the very Devil himself, especially one that didn’t even know him. Something about this had to be a trap.

 “I know what happened to you was painful and I will not force you to speak or do anything if you are not ready for it. This is your room, no one will enter it if you don’t want them to. If you wish, I can bring you books to pass the time. Until you feel better.”

 “Thank you, really, but I don’t know how I could feel better…” Sam sighed. “I don’t even feel like myself anymore. It’s like I died in there too…”

 “You will again, someday,” Lucifer said quietly and then, out of the blue, reached out with his hand and laid it on Sam’s. The hunter’s eyes snapped open and he pushed himself away so fast he almost hit his head on the wall at the sudden touch. “I apologize,” Lucifer quickly said and pulled his hand back. “I’m not used to comforting others, I didn’t mean to upset you any further.”

 “No, I… I mean you didn’t…” Sam shook his head, a weird knot in his stomach. “You didn’t upset me. I just… don’t wanna be touched. Sorry.”

 “Of course,” Lucifer nodded, a hint of shame on his face. “I know it seems strange that I offer you to stay as my guest, given that I don’t know you and you could be dangerous, but I feel the need to keep you safe. I cannot explain it, but you don’t belong here, you don’t know this world and you would be in danger out there alone. I don’t want to hurt you, I’m serious.”

 “I don’t think you want to hurt me,” Sam said, blushing slightly at those words. He felt a sudden warmth in his guts and he didn’t like it. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”

 “Rest, for starters. When you feel better, you can always make new plans. Nothing will harm you here, I have instructed everyone to treat you with respect.”

 “Everyone?” Sam asked surprised. “How many are everyone?”

 “A few,” Lucifer smiled. “We are not many, maybe a hundred loyal servants and me. But this place is as safe as possible, no one can find it and no one can harm you here. I only advise you not to try to escape on your own, you won’t make it far.”

 “Yeah, I’ve been told that already,” Sam huffed. “I won’t try to escape, don’t worry.”

 “Good, I would hate to see you die trying. Now, if you’ll excuse me, duties are calling.” Lucifer stood up and brought the chair back where he took it from before looking at Sam again. “If you need me, just pray to me like you did before. I will hear you, no matter where I am.”

 “Okay,” Sam nodded slowly. “I will.”

 “Whatever it might be worth, I am sorry for your loss, Sam,” Lucifer said, a hand already on the door handle. “No one deserves to go through this.”

 “Thank you,” Sam sighed, the weird warmth in him spreading against his will. “And thank you for taking me in.”

 “Of course,” Lucifer nodded and finally left the room, leaving the human alone once again.

 Sam didn’t know what to think of this. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so bad for jerking away or where this strange feeling inside of him came from, but it was scary. This was the literal Devil - and not the one he knew, the one who was once capable of feeling and even remorse. This world alone was proof for it! So what on earth was his plan?

 “Maybe he doesn’t have a plan,” Sam mumbled to himself, surprised by his own thought. Could that be?  After all, this Lucifer seemed to be sorry for what happened to Sam, even if it could just be very good acting. But if it wasn’t, maybe he really just wanted to help him.

 Sam sighed and looked out of the window, into the light purple sky. He had absolutely no clue what any of this meant or why he was still alive. If only he could have had more time with Lucifer and didn’t act like a stubborn child that wasted time arguing instead of listening. Now it was too late, he knew that. Lucifer was dead and even though he couldn’t be sure, he knew there was no coming back this time. Just when they started to find their mutual understanding again everything had gone downhill.

 He sat like this for a long time, leaning his head against the wall and watching the sky turn into the darkness it was at night. The cold began creeping into the room, forcing him to wrap the blanket around himself, but other than that he didn’t move at all. There were too many questions, too many answers he would never know now. He never thought things would end like this. All this time he was sure that one day they would be forced to fight each other again and it would end with both of them dead. Now some otherworldly creature had taken Lucifer’s life in complete vain and Sam was left alone, mourning the death of the one being that he was supposed to hate even though he never could.

 It was shortly after the huge, bright moon came into full view of his window that Sam finally drifted away into a dreamless and deep sleep, sliding down the window and wall until he laid completely still in his bed. It was the first night without nightmares haunting him and without waking up in cold sweat with a scream stuck in his throat, but for Sam it was even worse in a way. When he woke up he felt the weight of guilt in his stomach that made him nauseous. Seeing Lucifer die and suffer, without being able to do anything, was torture but at least he saw his face. Now that he didn’t dream at all, the feeling of loss that was eating him alive was worse than ever before.

 Sam covered his face with his hands when the first tears fell, unable to stop them. It wasn’t just loss and grief, those tears were much worse and bitter. Sam finally realized the true meaning of Lucifer’s death and in this moment wished for nothing more than the ground to open and devour him to end this agony. It was all lost, for now until the end of his life. He would never feel whole again, he would never be able to fill the emptiness in his soul without Lucifer. They were created to complete each other, now he was alone and shattered and there was nothing he could do to fix it. No amount of crying and begging and pleading would bring Lucifer back. When this thought overwhelmed him, all he wanted was to die.