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This is the face of a man who just said, or is about to say “What are you going to do, stab me?” ↴

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How it feels to get a comment on your fic

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Could it be because of you

Why I am fated to be born

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“You Gonna Kick My Ass, Lucifer?”

Reader x Lucifer Morningstar

A/N: SO, THIS IS MY FIRST POST. ITS SHORT, SWEET, AND HOPEFULLY SOMEBODY WILL READ THIS. LEAVE FEEDBACK! THANK YOU!

Lucifer sees you sitting on the couch, starting mindlessly at the walls as if you were holding a rousing conversation with the plaster. Your silence is unnerving, the air stale and almost unbreathable.

“Y/N?” He calls, but you offer no reply. No remark about his insufferable accent or how he’s just simply insufferable. No banter about about how you got into his apartment without the keys. Nothing. Just more stale silence that burns his lungs. “Y/N? Hello, is anyone home?” He tries to tease, but everything’s half hearted.

He slips behind the bar, eyeing your unmoving body suspiciously. He pours himself a whiskey, but doesn’t even really want it. Being drunk, surprisingly, is the last thing on his mind. You, quite unsurprisingly, are at the top of his list.

He sighs, frustrated at his own feelings, and sets the tumbler down and rounds the counter. “Darling, now you’re worrying me. You aren’t usually this quiet, or serene. Where’s the bouncing energy, the snarky remarks. I mean, my self confidence is still intact.”

“Why don’t you just go away, Lucifer?” You mutter, barely audible. “Don’t you have a club to run?”

“I feel like there are more pressing matters at hand, darling. Like, why you’re trying to push me away when you so clearly are in need of time with the Devil.”

You blink away a barrage of tears, clutching onto yourself. It does no good to cry. It won’t fix the world, or fix your life. It doesn’t fix shit, so why are you crying? Lucifer pauses, at a loss on what to do. You aren’t usually this emotional, violent maybe, but emotional? Never.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He questions, cautiously.

You shrug. “I’m peachy.”

“See, you aren’t making much since.” He sits on the couch, scooting closer to you until your thighs touch. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I don’t even know why I tried it, if I’m honest.” You glance lazily at him, eyes red-rimmed. “Forgot you were a walking fucking lie detector.”

“Must’ve slipped your mind. Now, tell Lucy what the issue is and whose in need of an old fashioned ass kicking given by yours truly.”

You chuckle sadly, so sad that Lucifer can feel it ripple through his entire celestial being. “You gonna kick my ass, Lucifer?”

“Well,” He’s baffled. “No, of course not. Why would I?”

“I need to be punished, Lucifer.” Your voice breaks in three ways. “I did a bad thing. Well, several bad things.”

“Darling-”

You look at him. Tears pouring freely down your cheeks. “Is Hell cold?”

Without much to say, he wraps you into his arms and presses you into the safety of his embrace. “No, Love. It’s warm, gets quite cozy after awhile.”

“I killed someone, Lucifer.” You confess, sobbing into his expensive suit. “I didn’t mean too, but what choice did I have? I just shot him.”

“Darling, you aren’t going to hell. I personally won’t allow it, and if you happen to go all darkside, then I’ll be there to yank you out of the pit.”

“Thank you, Lucifer.” You press a wet kiss to his cheek, causing his heartbeat to skip several beats.

“No need to thank me, darling. I’m only feeling generous.” But, his cheeks are bright red and his body feels electric.

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But here’s the thing, you put a bunch of rich people together, oh, there’s gonna be some murder. 

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some sort of love poem

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2020 brought us WW3, bush fires, and the coronavirus, but it also brought us Stanley Barber so I guess I still have hope.

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Syd: *makes a guy’s head explode*

Me: Thank fuck I thought he would never shut up

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i am not okay with this “paint me yellow and call me fucking sunshine, goob!”

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I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS (2020) | 1x05 “Another Day in Paradise”

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wait why am i the key lady? because you’re good with your hands ew.

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Well, the truth is… Stan and I had sex in the library, and it’s all on tape. What? No way! I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS: SEASON ONE (2020)