You had been pacing back and forth in front of the main
doors for at least 15 minutes, you wipe your eyes quickly once more, knowing
you looked just horrible as if you’d been up for days crying. Your hair
slipping from the braid over your shoulder, the black zip up you had cloaking
your baby bump, somehow you had managed to put on jeans ripped and distressed
much like how you were feeling since the night Peter had walked out of your
apartment. Your hand grips tightly around the satchel bag strap across your
chest, as you pull open the door, the lady behind the counter was watching you.
(These are just going to be a series of drabbles based on every day life with Lucifer as your boyfriend.)
Summary: There’s no such thing as a quiet, normal evening with Lucifer.
It had been
a relatively normal and uneventful evening as you and your boyfriend,
Lucifer, sat on the couch watching some cheesy horror movie that was
on the television. You hadn’t had much time together lately and you
had insisted on having a night where you did nothing but sit together
on the couch, order some pizza and watch terrible movies. Lucifer
didn’t understand the point of watching movies you found terrible,
but agreed and put everything else aside to give you a full evening
of his attentions. He neglected watching the movie, favoring to watch
you instead, but you enjoyed the way he studied you and let it slide.
had gone so smoothly that when the doorbell rang, announcing the
arrival of the pizza, you gave Lucifer the cash and asked him to get
it while you went to fetch the plates. From the kitchen you could
hear him greet the pizza guy, the two of them talking and you smiled
to yourself. The pizza guy would probably wet his pants if he knew to
whom he was speaking. A sudden sickly squish noise from the hall made
you freeze, plate and napkins in hand. The eerie silence followed the
noise made you put everything down to investigate with an
overwhelming sense of dread.
corner your eyes went wide and shock blanketed your features.
in the name of your father, please tell me that this is somehow
raspberry jam splattered in my hallway…” you say slowly, eyes
taking in the explosive mess.
like a Rorschach test gone wrong painted the walls and floor of your
hallway, with even some residual spray landing on the ceiling. The
mess decorated nearly 10 feet around Lucifer, who stood looking
utterly impassive, if only a little irritated.
“He was a
rude, pathetic excuse of a cockroach…” he said calmly. Through
his tone you could hear a little of the defensiveness that seeped
into his voice when he did something you didn’t approve of, almost
like a vulnerability.
pretty much what pizza guys are. They are abrupt and rude, they just
want their tip so they can leave to make the rest of their
deliveries” you whine, pinching the bridge of your nose with your
fingers. If you weren’t a hunter the scene before you might have been
enough to make you faint.
like his tone… and he made a vulgar comment about you” Lucifer
can’t just… explode people because you don’t like the way they
talk!” you say with no small amount of exasperation.
don’t want me to defend your honor?” he puzzled, tilting his head
this I don’t! Who is going to clean this up? How are we going to
explain this?! You exploded someone!” you rage. While occasionally
you wished ill of delivery boys, you never wanted anything like this.
snapped his fingers and the mess was gone, no trace of the incident
was left behind save for the pizza mans car sitting on the street.
You racked for brain for a few moments, trying to figure out the best
way to handle the situation. Finally you gave up and pointed a finger
at the car on the street for Lucifer to dispose of. He smiled and
raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers.
you call out suddenly.
turned to look at you expectantly as if you had changed your mind.
see if there’s anymore pizza in the car first?”
Prompt: Rucas OneShot : All Too Well by TS was the inspiration for this. I needed to take a break from my multi’s because I’m feeling uninspired so for awhile I’m just going to write some one shots. Hope you like it. :) Word Count: 2,700
Riley hastily walked through the streets of Manhattan as she
made her way to her old college hangout. She didn’t have the heart to tell her
mom she had a favorite café that wasn’t hers but alas she did. It was a bit
more modern than the one her mother owned. Trendy booths with pop culture
artwork hung on the walls. If Andy Warhol ran a coffee shop this would be the
She opens the door and is immediately hit with the familiar
scent of freshly baked croissants and overpriced coffee. Her eyes scan the
crowded café searching for the petite raven-haired friend she was supposed to
be meeting 15 minutes ago. Finally, she spots her over in the corner, sipping
on a hot drink.
“I’m so sorry Izz.” She groans, sliding into the booth
across from her dear friend. She slings off her jacket and smiles. “I got
The bespectacled beauty narrows her eyes at the tardy brunette.
“Would this distraction happen to be of the male species?”
“Maaaybe.” Riley sings, reaching into her bag to pull out a
manila folder. “But enough of that – I’ve got them.” She smiles, handing it
over to her.
Izzy excitedly opens the folder and beams at the photos that
were inside. They were the shots from her engagement shoot with her fiancé.
After getting her degree in Theatre at Columbia university,
Riley decided to take up photography as a pastime to earn her some money will
she tried to find a job. As it turned out, she was a natural. Eventually she
opened up her own photography studio, much to the dismay of her mother, and
started taking pictures full time. She even did weddings, engagements and
birthdays which is why she was meeting Izzy there today.
One of the first things she asked when Isadora told her she
was engaged was if she could take the engagement photos which of course, Izzy
“Do you like them?” Riley smiled, watching on as her friend
aw’d and oo’d her work.
“I love them bubbles.” She looks up, giving Riley a small
squeeze. “You’re really talented.”
“Well you were really easy to take pictures of.” She admits.
“It wasn’t hard to capture the love between the two of you, you were
“He’s going to love these.” Izzy states, tucking them into
her bag. “Speaking of which – I’m meeting him in like 20 minutes so I better
Riley stands to hug her friend and pulls some cash out to
cover Izzy’s bill. “It’s the least I could do since I was late.”
They hug goodbye once more and as Riley is pulling her
jacket back on her eye catches the glimpse of someone across the way. Dirty
blonde hair and a pair of green eyes she’d recognize anywhere.