#if all you wanna do is repeat yourslef

[backfromtwitterforw]

There's legal silence where you keep sensitive information to yourself. And there's silence where you don't even say "please be patient we'll update you in time, we're actually talking to the union/the admins/the intern team". For us viewers, we don't need to know more than to have the assurance that things are being taking care of. We don't need to be repeated the exact same info I différent words over and over again.

There's silence with your team where you want to be careful with your wording. And there's silence with your team where you keep them completely in the dark about their future, not even saying what they just need to hear: "sorry about how things turned out, we have no certainty in either taking you back or not, right now our priority is financial stability, we cannot tell you our différent options so far, but we'll update you when and if we can afford to take you back".

There's silence where you ask for discretion because you will not be able to keep that many people in the team and don't want leaks about what branches are kept and which one will close, then announcing to a whole group of admins that they'll be let out of the project starting this or this day. And there's silence where you warn a lot of twitter update admins that they won't be in the project starting immediately through discord and closing said discours before everyone had even a chance to read it.

There's silence where you're afraid of leaks and there's silence where you don't treat people working for you with respect.

[love-dreams]

batch of love

mingyu/reader | idol!au | pure fluff

synopsis: cooking in mingyu’s life has always been surrounded with good memories. now you can add another. 

content: use of mild cursing, kiss scene, cooking scene

notes: happy birthday mingyu!! with my limited korean: 생일 축하 합니다! idk what’s happening with these updates but i don’t like them at ALL. 

wc: 1.2k

cooking always reminded mingyu of home. full of rich, warm aromas and loving arms. nowadays mingyu didn’t go home much because of his busy schedule, but he found a way to cope with that loss. 

days like this he wished that time could stretch infinitely and that the memories would burn into his brain. 

today was mingyu’s birthday and you knew that food had to be a part of it. so that’s the reason why, at 6:00 in the morning, you woke up and dragged your fatigued body to the tiny kitchen of your apartment. 

the members of seventeen had put you on the task of simply baking a cake and bringing it to their dorm. it didn’t have to be special or anything, they assured you that anything from you would suffice.

however, an important note to mention is that you have actually never baked before in your life and all the cooking had basically been pushed onto mingyu ever since the two of you had started dating. so, needless, to say, you were slightly panicked at the thought of potentially ruining your perfect boyfriend’s birthday and very unqualified. 

scrolling through internet recipes, you started to gather all of the ingredients before hearing incessant buzzing of your phone. 

huffing as you finally laid out all the ingredient before you, you checked your messages, surprised to see multiple from members. 

[operation mingyu]

[>>y.jh] if mingyu calls you, do. not. pick. it. up.

[>>b.sk] we said you were out with friends and that you left your phone on silent. don’t text him back!!

[>>b.sk] don’t text back after this!!

and sure enough, there multiple texts from mingyu asking where you were and if you remembered that it was his birthday. 

[>>♥bf] baby, everyone’s saying that you already went out?

[>>♥bf] did you forget today’s my bday?

[>>♥bf] baby i miss you can you come over

cooing at his cuteness, you quickly made sure they were unread again before placing your hands onto your hips and getting started. after all, you had a job to do.

“okay, y/n, you got this. just follow the directions and we’ll be fine!” you took a deep breath. “everything’s fine.”

everything was not fine. you had forgotten to preheat your oven and used a whisk to mix your dry and wet ingredients, causing the dough to clump together in the whisk. poking out the batter with a chopstick, you sighed in frustration.

“this is for mingyu, this is for mingyu,” you repeated, resuming in trying to salvage the rest of your cake batter.

by the time that the cake was done, plus decorating, you had depleted your entire morning, leaving you exhausted and slightly annoyed. it was all worth it, though, to see the finishing product with homemade icing. after you popped the cake back into the refrigerator to chill, you started getting yourself ready as well; showering and then spritzing some of mingyu’s favorite perfume and wearing one of your new outfits. 

finally, you were ready to leave.

[operation mingyu]

[>>y.jh] are you done yet??

chuckling at jeonghan’s impatience, you replied:

[<<me] omw 

then, snickering to yourslef, you shot another text:

[<<me] had so much fun!!

mingyu didn’t know where you were but he knew that you definitely weren’t out with friends. 

how did he know that?

well, he had been sending frantic messages to every single friend of yours he knew, asking if you were with them, and you weren’t with any of them. 

now mingyu was starting to get worried. what if you were kidnapped? what if you were murdered? he would never know because you won’t read his damn texts! 

sulking in his room, mingyu scrolled through his phone lazily, laying on his bed.

“come on gyu, we’re going out for groceries. you don’t wanna stay inside for your entire birthday do you?”

mingyu glowered at wonwoo for a few moments before reluctantly dragging his lanky body out of the dorm. he wished you were with him. 

it was about halfway through preparing lunch that mingyu decided that he was angry at you. you were the one had forgotten his birthday and refused to answer his texts!

washing the vegetables fervently with anger, mingyu was suddenly distracted by hushed whispers behind him. huffing, he tried to ignore his members until they got louder. turning his head slightly to reprimand them, mingyu saw jeonghan and joshua along with seungkwan huddled over a phone.

“is she coming yet? lunch is almost ready and mingyu looks pissed.”

“jeonghani, i told you already, she’s on her way, quit it.”

“y/n’s coming?” mingyu asked, looking surprised.

the trio separated instantly, feigning looks of innocence. 

“i told you to stop eavesdropping, mingyu,” jeonghan scolded. 

mingyu scoffed, “i wouldn’t have to eavesdrop if you told me y/n was coming in the first place!”

joshua rubbed his neck in embarrassment, but stayed silent, choosing not to pick sides in this argument. 

“shush mingyu, it was supposed to be a surprise. y/n’s been working super hard all morning, so don’t ruin it, okay?”

y/n’s been working all morning? now mingyu was intrigued, curious as to see what surprise the members and you had prepared for him. giddy with excitement, mingyu returned to his cooking task. 

after finishing the last dish, the members ushered for him to sit down, laying out the dishes they had prepared prettily. still no sight of you, though. when all the members were seated, jeonghan finally piped up. 

“happy birthday to our puppy mingyu! turning 23 years old!”

everyone cheered, whooping loudly. mingyu blushed at the commotion but he still was waiting for you. when everything quieted down, all the members looked awkward, shifting in their seats as they waited for you. disappointment seeped into mingyu.

“uhm, y/n should be here-”

ding dong

the doorbell interrupted jeonghan’s sentence; mingyu rushed to the door, flinging it open to see you, slightly panting.

“you’re late,” he breathed. 

seoul was normally busy, but not this busy. as you walked through the streets, you mentally cursed as another person bumped into you; you were trying to keep the cake in pristine condition. it seemed as if fate had something against you to place this many people in the path to the boys’ dorm. finally, you gave up on trying to weave yourself through the crowds of people and called a cab:

who of course had to make you wait for another ten minutes before showing up. 

driving through the heavy traffic, you began to stress out, wondering what was going on in the dorm with all the members.

oh my god what if mingyu thinks i forgot his birthday?

after you made it to the street of your destination, you sprinted to the members’ dorm, climbing up the stairs with the cake box in one hand, slightly smooshed, but no real damage done. 

panting as you reached the designated floor, you determinedly pushed the doorbell.

it seemed as if mingyu was at the door instantly after you heard the ringing in the apartment. he stood before you, his tall figure towering over you, a huge grin on his face.

“you’re late,” he whispered out. 

you smiled, showing him the cake box, “happy birthday mingyu.”

“did you like your birthday?” you whispered into mingyu’s chest. 

mingyu kissed your forehead softly, cupping your face gently. He nuzzled his face with yours, murmuring a quiet “yes. But not the part when you ignored me for four hours though.”

you grabbed his cheeks from underneath him, squeezing them. “i told you already, it was supposed to be a surprise!” 

mingyu pouted at you. “but you left me alone and ignored me the entire morning!”

you grinned at mingyu’s adorableness, reaching out to secure your hold on his neck, gently bringing him down to you. 

you kissed him first, lips melting into each other and tongues entangled; mingyu lead since it was his birthday, afterall, relishing in the warmth of each other. it had been so long since the two of you had held each other, felt the heat of each other. 

mingyu really liked his birthday that year.

[libcaro]

LUCIFER and SATAN are odd Demons

so, i was spacing out about this two and i decided to write my scenarios.

so this is kind of servant x demon stuff, you are kind of a gipsy-geisha girl who lives in a Demon ruled kingdom, so imagine yourself in a belly dancer outfit but that covers you more. ( I’m not knowledgeable into this stuff so you will excuse misconceptions, also i write terribly, like a 14 year old, if you don’t understand and have questions aske me, if you don’t like it is fine, if you don’t wanna read it, is fine too :v anyway I’m open to critics but if you act like an ass$%&, don’t expect too much from me) 

OH i almost forgot this is a self insert ... fanfic(?), so it is my story but just imagine yourslef at it, go ahead, don’t be shy ;)

OH and about the name, yeah ... that, the name i though while writing the first lines, don’t take me seriosuly i laugh at my own thoughts. 

So there I was, working for Satan; since this is my job, the life I decided to live, I don't feel pressured or indecisive. he is rather nice; he doesn't force neither I object, but he is not violent neither overemotional. if he is.... he hides it very well, today he just asked me for a massage, some pampering and my company, the job I was contracted for.

He is now on my lap with his head over my chest, we are sitting on a big cushy bean bag in one of the resting rooms of this big Demon castle. he wanted his head to be given attention, so I just run my fingers through his blond stands of hair. now that I think about it he is a rather beautiful creature, I know this form is just for the human eye, eye candy so we don't run away from them but still I can't seem to part my eyes from him.

At the beginning I didn't find any of them attractive, rather just what you expect from royalty, beautiful, oozing with authority and rather … unreachable. I know that and still … here I am rather happy about having such an opportunity to be on his presence and of course … touching him, which is also weird since they seem to despise humans, yet …  he allows me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by the older brother opening the door angrily while his stare goes from me to Satan, who just looks at him with a little playful smile ¿why is he so angry about?

“Satan, I need you to come to the common room, NOW!” – he said rubbing his temple at the end of the phrase.

“Can’t it wait? you know I’m busy right now”- he said looking away from Lucifer who may be having a rage attack under that cool exterior that he always pulls up.

“No, now, common room” – he said annoyed and rushing furiously out of the door.

Satan just wearily stands up and compose himself; if he was relaxed under my arms just now, his posture shows me he is ready for conflict now.

“I will be back shortly, don’t you dare to leave!” – he says frustrated, which doesn’t last long as he adjusts himself up and leaves through the door.

I’m left there on the room with the lingering feeling of Lucifer’s anger raising more at the moment he came in, but well maybe is just me flattering myself.

I rest on the bag and look up to the unattainable ceiling that is as big as a house, … even more. I recall the first time I met them, it was almost 2 years ago, I was working with madame Anahita one of the famous party planners in this whole kingdom. I was just starting at my first party-helper job, which was for Lord Diavolo soon-to-be-king himself, who was throwing a party after coming form a great war with his strong army, in which they were included.

Lucifer got a like to me since then; he made me dance for him which I obediently did. still I was the only human there and normally (even though I’m trained to give all types of non-sexual entertainment) demons don’t pay attention me, in the mist of the party he choosed me.  even Anahita offered him some other fascinating companions like witches or succubus, whom they can do whatever they like, but he choosed me. which made me fear since he could eat me at any moment, because that is the only thing known demons can do with a human, eat them.  

He didn’t.

But it wasn’t that scary either, he made me serve him first, gave him food on his mouth, making me call him *Master Lucifer* and giving him a massage, which he really needed. Then this just started to repeat, they will always ask for Anahita’s services and of course my presence; and let me tell you something, even thought our company also offers sexual services and we brought them to all parties, besides Asmodeus who always takes one or two succubus chicks with him, the demon brothers are not so much interested in them. I’m not allowed to, you know, I’m a human, neither I trained for that nor I was interested; you can win much more but I’m not going to go those lengths.

The funny things is that most of the time on this parties, I was the one being called the most before I got actually contracted with them in a servant deal. In the first party it was Lucifer who was in the company of Lord Diavolo; I was nervous as heck, but I centered myself in the dance and in appearing professional. Then it was Satan and later on Beelzebub, who just enjoyed me bringing him all types of weird food and pamper him while I feed him(which I actually enjoy too, I like pampering people).

In that first party Lucifer just kept me asking me to dance, then I feed him to later being asked the weird request of a massage. At that time I didn’t knew too much about massages, just a briefly lesson I took because Madame Anahita thought it was better that I knew a little bit of everything since I’m a human and I can’t do much in Demons parties. He really enjoyed it, Lord Diavolo made an enthusiastic remark on my abilities saying that my dance was captivating, and that Lucifer hasn’t looked so relaxed in a long time; never thought that a Demon could be that nice. satan wanted to be pampered the most, feeding him, practically following any demand he made like the good servant I’m meant to be; he just seemed to enjoy to order around, he still does.

I wish they would stop; this is rather weird and dangerous. in our society humans stay away demons the best they can, and demons will rather be out of the sight of humans. They despise us and we fear them, that’s how it is.

Madame Anahita tried her best to kept me away from them, but it was useless. Now I’m in a contract to serve their house and in an even large contract serving Satan with *special* escort-like services which are not in paper but he makes me do it anyway, “all his needs” is what Is written. Nothing sexual has been asked but I’m afraid things will escalate, though I’m usually told that I gross them out and that would never happen; I feel in danger most of the time, because their words contradict their actions, and that little contract we have is really vague.

After that fearful though Leviathan get me out of my thinking state.

“Oh, it’s you.” he looked at me a little surprised “I though Satan was with you, Diavolo needs to talk to him” – I stared at him a little embarrassed at being caught with my own thoughts.

“He is with Lucifer, he needed to talk to him” – I said straighten up.

“Oh I see, well Lord Diavolo is in the hall asking really worried for him, I think maybe he will need to talk to Lucifer too” – he looks at his side, face of someone who is connecting the dots.

“They went to the common room”- I said standing up, keeping my best professional pose.

“Well, I’m going there since I receive a rather urgent message from Lucifer”-he said looking at his phone - “see ya”

He lefts and it seems that the issue is something bigger that I though, what happened?

I wait for him for almost two hours, nothing happens. Well … there is nothing else I can do since this is my schedule time to be with him and if he sees me doing any other stuff I will be punished. It hasn’t happened yet, but I don’t want to discover it.

I start to look around the room, I have never had the chance to tour around this palace since I’m being throw around this castle doing this and that, either by the brothers or the other serfdom. They are nice to me but rigid in what they want, Lucifer himself asks me to bring his coffee, his papers, deliver messages, a neck massage, relaxing him and is not just him; as I said before Beelzebub makes me him bring food, Levi aske me to help him with his games, Asmodeus makes me bath him and even help him with his beauty routine, mammon brings me to his scams for money, all of this added with Satan’s special attention and the chores at the palace. To be honest I prefer to attend the palace issues rather than the brother’s requests, they can be really overbearing at times.

Meanwhile I’m deep in thought I see a stand full of beauty products, tonics, perfumes, oils, etc.  I check them out, superficially and walk through the whole room. this big room full of bean bags, sofas, and a closet, specialized for the robes. There are a few tables with candles and incense, the room is full of what you need to relax. I can even say that, leaving behind the fact that I have to receive orders here, I get pretty relaxed too.

“Y/N?” – a familiar voice gets me out of the trance.

“Yes?”- I come out of the million of curtains in the room.

“Oh, I though you left and I started to get angry” – he said with a fake smile on his lips.

“It is not like I can”- I couldn’t understand the expression he made and I mentally scold myslef for the comment, I continued “I was just looking around the room, that’s all”

“Oh, I see, well … lucifer just make a huge meeting about some issues with some lands we gain in the previous wars, seems like we are having traitors inside. Some … humans seem to be the problem; they are servants just like you. It seems we can really trust your species huh?” – he says looking around the room for the drink cart, he takes a big glass of wine and turns to look at me intensely.

After what seemed 2 seconds, he takes my chin looking right into my eyes staring for a long moment. He doesn’t seem to be seeing me, is more like he is deep in thought trying to get out something from me. I just look at him directly, not confrontational neither scared but rather expecting and I then he lets go.

“Come, continue with what you were doing”- he says, positioning him in the bag. I sit, getting comfortable and he immediately places himself where he was, his arms stretching in both sides of my legs and I started to touch him again, like a mother comforting his child.

He looks right into the wall, wondering and I feel him relaxing in my body. he smells really well, it is weird for me since it is not any perfume or oil, is HIM, his demon smell. I run my fingers through his skull, smoothly, wanting to care for his head, a touch that I intend to be comforting. after some time, I look at the clock without him realizing, is already late 9 pm.

Since I wake up early, I need to leave now to report myself to the chief butler; I really hate this part of the day. normally he realizes and tells me to report myself and comeback, or he just brush me off to go to sleep; today for some reason I feel deeply anxious, I fear he will lash out at me.

“…. Aahh” -he sighs deeply - “I hoped you will forget, if it wasn’t for your nervous touch, I wouldn’t have remembered myself” – he says, getting a little tense. I lift my arms and he looks back at me for a moment, is that longing in his face?

“… don’t report, if they say anything tell them I didn’t let you go” – he backs up to me and rest his head in my lap this time. He looks right at me with a demanding look saying – “continue, don’t stop until I say so” – so I obey and continue … a little scared, seems he is a little drunk. I didn’t notice the powerful smell of whine on his breath, did he drink with his brothers?

I focus on his hair and I notice his eyes on me, I blush a little, but he just continues to stare. For some reason I feel the need to go down his sides, I touch his neck softly and he shuts down his eyes in comforting pleasure. I massage with little strength and soften the tense muscles, he arches a little and I prolong my touch from his head to his shoulders and he shivers.

“Sleep with me”- he says in a low but commanding tone, grabbing firmly my hand. is he begging me?

“As you stated before, it is not like you can refuse, … right?”- he sounds a little … annoyed? I don’t know how to put it, but he seems to be quite ready to force me if needed.  It Is true I cannot refuse but I’m not sure what does he mean by *sleep*.

“Don’t worry, we are just going to sleep… I actually can’t do anything more, even if I wished” – he says still holding my hand, with a linger on his face. his eyes are… shining? he must notice my questioning eyes, because he frowns like expecting me to refuse and ready to… to make me do it.

“My lord” – I say cuping his face with my free hand - “you know that going too far can bring the both of us issues and I think, in fact, I’m not allowed by the law to be so close from a Demon” - I say with the most professional smile I can, feeling his grip grow stronger on my hand and afraid of his now disgusted face.

“I’m one of the ruler Demons of this lands, I think it will be okay, no one has to know. Besides, it won’t be so much different from the other later nights that you have spent with me” – he says almost insulted.

It is true I have spent long nights like this, where I felt slept in the cushions and woke up with him on my arms. Is he really thinking of me sleeping in his room?  Now that I think about it, I have been in Lucifer room too but since he is the older brother …  people don’t say much and I wasn’t there for long, seems like the brothers have a thing for ordering humans to their rooms.  

“…” – why does this sound like he is asking me? why no ordering me? maybe he was expecting me to say that? To refuse? By this time, he has already let go of my hand.

He stands up arranging his clothes and offers me a hand to stand up, I take it and get on my feet.

“we are going” – I am in shock which he takes advantage of and takes my hand strongly, not letting go, he cleans up the room and turns off the candles. Practically he rushed me out of the room, forcing his grip now on my wrist and drags me through the long castle. there is no one on sight tough and he is careful to not be seen.

I’m scared as hell, if I refuse, he will eat me but If I go with him I will be in legal problems; I don’t know if I can trust him that much. we are near the rooms area and I’m busy being careful to not be noticed. His back is on to me but I can feel his hurry, is he really that willing to go to this length to sleep with me?

By the time I’m done with the though I feel a familiar presence behind me and before I can say anything a voice speaks.

“What are you two doing?”- says lucifer in a demanding voice, shifting himself in front of Satan.

“Tsh, Lucifer” – say Satan looking away from him. His hand still in my wrist but now he is in front of me, kind of shielding me from what is about to come - “I’m passing time with the servant I bought for me, you got any issue with that?”- he says defensive with an arched brow.

“… no” – he looks briefly at me, attentive, reading my expression - “I hope you are not thinking of letting this human in to your room Satan, you know that is prohibited” – he crossed his arms looking seriously mad, like a dad scolding his son.

“Don’t worry I will give her back soon enough” – says Satan, not denying or confirming the older Demon accusations. he shows that fake smile once more and we step forward where we were going, trying to leave Lucifer behind but this time is me who gets stopped. Lucifer separates our touch and grabs me by the shoulders.

Satan looks surprised and a little frustrated making a fist with his hands, then he just looks angry at Lucifer and approaches him, looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s a fair deal, let me have her. I know you let her into your room before, why is it me any different?” – his voice sounds a little hurt and desperate, now I feel like a toy being tossed around.

“… that time, she just went to get me some supplies that’s it. I know you will do more than just that, I’m not stopping you because is your room, I’m stopping you because humans and Demons can’t be … this close, she is supposed to serve you not to … romance you Satan” – there is a little pain in his voice, like he is trying to persuade him out of something he totally gets, his grip on my shoulder grew stronger

“If someone knows about this our reputation would be in danger, the peace Diavolo gained between humans and Demons can start to break and we can get into serious trouble, humans will rebel, and demons will start to haunt. you know how bad it can get”- and it is true, once the three realms of Demons, Humans and Angels got all mixed up, we have been in a long last war that brought pain and loses for everybody. Demons started to lose their particular powers, humans started to evolve to put up with demons, the line between our species began to dissipate and it was chaos.

Arrangements were made and now we live in peace by being as far as we can from one another and the law is no different, our only gate to demons as humans is serving them. they pay really well so if you have the guts you can live comfortable working for them, otherwise just stay away and don’t relate.

Satan just lets out a sight and brings a hand to his forehead brushing his hair back, then speaks.

“… fine, I will see you tomorrow again. Try to be an hour early then” – he looks at me defeated, after giving Lucifer another now suspicious look. he turns around and walks towards his room, I’m still in Lucifer Grip.

“So, you are going to your room now and don’t worry about reporting yourself, is better if you just resume your day” -  he says as he shifts me facing him, looking serious and a little … worried? – “you know, I better escort you to your wing of the palace, I’m afraid my brothers can have rather odd requests”

I don’t say anything and nod; he offers me his arm and I take it feeling his muscles on my hands. I’m rather weirded out on how we were caught so easily, Lucifer has show to have some extra sensorial abilities that left you feeling paranoid, it is like he is everywhere and hears everything.

Making our way down the halls, I feel a little nervous since I didn’t reject Satan, maybe I should have run or be more pushy with the issue. Lucifer is not saying anything, just looking straight forward and moving at a rather calm pace.

“So, what exactly happened?” – he says that in rather confused tone, is he reading my mind or something? I don’t know if I should tell him, at the end I have a contract with Satan and I own him loyalty apart from the people at the palace … but there is also the fact that Lucifer was the one who contracted me for the palace, so…

“Y/N I’m talking to you” – I jump a little, scared by how he just notices everything.

“He wanted me to go to his room, I tried to pursue him to not to, but I think he was rather … convincing” – I say trying not to say something that will drag him too much since …  well he is one of my direct rulers here. The first one is this “avatar of pride” demon then … him. Even though if things continue like this, I will be glad if I get fired.

“I see…. there’s no need to defend yourself. I don’t know if it is the case, but we have special abilities that makes Humans obey us …  so, it is not like you can actually refuse at the end. Though I have never though this of Satan, of all my brothers he is one of the most well behaved. Maybe something got into his head …. Or he is too much into you ” – he states, no taking his eyes from the hall and I just look up to his 2 meter long body of a demon, why do they have to be so tall?!

Wait…. What did he say?!

“I don’t know how much a demon can be into me” – I say as I low my gaze and close my eyes for a little bit, like convincing myself of my own words.

“Please don’t see too much into his behavior … I smelled the alcohol in his breath, maybe he got a little drunk, that’s it.” - I say as I recall that Demons are more capable than us, so alcohol couldn’t get too much into them.

“So that’s how you are interpreting this” – his tone is a little sad and disapproving. -“but let me assure you … that is not enough reason to make a demon do what he was about to do” – he says sharing a little smirk, looking down to me.

“Though I can see why he wanted to go at such lengths” – he part his gaze, now, looking rather playful and I’m just here asking myself if I should ask that *why*, because I don’t get it.

“… well I don’t” – that’s what comes from my mouth and I drift my eyes off of him, feeling really decided onto why the hell a demon would like my company so much?

“... maybe he just wants to eat me” – I say seriously, that’s the only thing I can imagine. maybe this whole thing is about that, eating my soul and to be honest that doesn’t make me feel any better.  

“Huh, hahahha”- he scoffs and the laughs loudly, like I told the best joke he ever heard, then stops

“Well, you might be right…. But maybe not in the way you think” – he looks at me…. Teasingly…?

Worst thing is I don’t know which way he means it, the food way or the …

I shouldn’t be thinking this way. at the end, as I said, they are demons.

Maybe there is another way to be eaten by a demon, maybe I’m thinking too much, maybe is better if I just focus on work and limit myself to that type of interactions.

“… maybe I’m considering myself too much to be desired as food by a demon” -I said truthfully serious, talking myself out of all this mess.

“oh…” – lucifer tenses under my statement and after a brief silence, he unclings himself from my arm and slides his around my shoulders, grabbing me closer to him.

“Well, you are sure one of the best servants I have had under my rule. your obedience is delightful, and your abilities are extremely helpful for me.  to be frank, from the moment I saw you I knew you were really refined, intelligent and …. Gorgeous. There was an aura around you …  I couldn’t look away” – he says almost whispering in my ear, still walking me through the aisle.

I shrink at his touch, that smell again, the smell of demons. I wonder if this is also part of the *charm* of demons or if it’s just me who really likes it.

It is almost magical, like something I have never smelled before.

Since I’m in touch with the Demon brothers most of the time, I have perceived this particular fragrance from all of them, though it has its differences. his is subtle but strong, demanding your attention as you perceive it, but is not all over the place. at the same time, it gives me the vibe of composure and masculinity, just like him. If I must compare it with Satan’s, his is more playful almost mischievous, but also masculine and composed.

They really are alike.

Lucifer drags me out of my internal analysis by grabbing me by the waist.

“What are you spacing out for?” - I look up to him, raising my arms to my chest. I feel like a naïve schoolgirl being told all of this. he is being touchy and I don’t feel comfortable, not a first but it is unsettling.

I take a step back, making him stop on his way - “ehmm … I would really like for you to stop making fun of me. as you said to Satan, we shouldn’t play with things like this”- he looks surprised and that naughty smile appears again… that same smile he showed before he kissed me in his room.

…

As unbelievable as it sounds.

He did.

[minhyuwun]

Helloooo~ um idk whether your drabble is this up for request but... Can I request #4 and #9 for Woojin thank youuuuuu

prompt: (4) soulmate au + (9) “Listen, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.”

genre: fluff (with a dash of angst??? i hope i did it right)

summary: typical soulmate au where ur soulmate’s name is tattooed somewhere on ur body then it disappears when u meet them and said their name in front of them hahah the problem is u don’t quite understand yours????

a/n: this is my first time writing a soulmate au idk if i did it right oof

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes at your best friend. “Name a scam.” You tell her as she gushes about finally meeting her soulmate, showing off her spotless wrist where her soulmate’s name used to reside. She did find hers. Huh, so it is true. “Kidding aside, I’m happy for you. I really truly am,” you nudge her before going in for a hug.

“I’m sure you’ll find yours,” she rubs your arm comfortingly. “Soon,” she winks.

“Easy for you to say,” you laugh at her. Remembering how the name on her skin was written in the same language.

You shake that thought off your mind. Honestly, you’ve removed that thought from your mind the day you saw your so-called soulmate’s name tatted on your skin. There was no point in finding your soulmate––whose name is written in a completely different language. Someone must have played a prank on you without you noticing, that was the only explanation for this. And that, in fact, you weren’t blessed with a soulmate in the first place.

The afternoon was getting pretty hot so you decide to remove your jacket and rush to your favorite smoothie shop. “Uh, banana for me please,” you smile to the guy manning the cashier.

“Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice calls you from behind. After getting your change, you turn around to find the owner of the mysterious voice. And there stood a pretty charming guy, his hair quite a mess–but the neat kind, wearing only a plain loose black shirt and jeans ripped in the right places with his almost worn-out sneakers. You blink before you find yourslef hypnotized by this man’s looks.

“Sorry,” your face scrunches with suspicion. “But who are you?” He motions for you to turn around. Instinctively, you follow the stranger’s instruction. You feel his finger lightly touch the upper part of your back and you immediately catch his hand with yours, gripping on it with so much strength. The stranger’s face quickly turns from complete shock to winces of pain. “What are you doing?” You ask him as you pull him to the side as to not cause any disturbance with the shop’s growing line.

“T-Tattoo?” He struggles to say with his accent. You let go of his hand and he shakes it back and forth, hoping he could release some of the pain away.

“What?” You ask in surprise, your voice a little bit higher this time–causing other customers to look at you. “What?” You repeat, but with a moderate tone this time.

He stares at you for a long time, unable to respond. He suddenly smiles as he takes out his phone and begins typing something. My name is written on your back, he tells you through a translator.

You blink a few times, making sure this person in front of you is actually there and not a hallucination due to you and your best friend’s conversation from earlier. “O-Okay,” you stutter. “Prove it, then.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He scratches his head, thinking of some way to prove it to you. “Ah!” He shows you the side of his left hand. You squint, not understanding what he was exactly getting at. He takes a look at it as well–quite shocked at what he saw before his eyes. There was nothing. His skin was clear, absolutely no visible mark on it. “I called you! D-Do you remember?” He asks you with hopeful eyes, “Y/N?” He calls your name once more.

“Forget it,” you tell him coldly. “We wouldn’t understand each other anyway. I don’t even know how to pronounce your name!” You were beginning to feel annoyed. Were the divine forces playing some kind of prank on the both of you? How could this possibly work out in the first place? Weren’t they thinking? All of these questions flooded your mind. You didn’t want to waste this man’s time.

“For Woojin!” The server calls out from the claiming area. His eyes glimmer once again as he shows you the receipt for his drink with his name written on it. He nods at you, motioning you to say his name.

“W-Woojin?” You look at him skeptically. He pulls you towards the shop’s large glass window, your reflection clear on this bright afternoon. You were surprised to see that the tattoo on your back was gone in an instant. You turn to look at him surprised, “It really is you.”

He nods at you happily, before he hears his name called from the counter once again. The both of you walk over to get your drinks. “Do you want to sit?” He asks you shyly. You could sense that he was very much afraid of making a mistake in every word he says, but you thought it was cute. So, you tell him okay.

“Hmm…” you fiddle with your straw. “Do you live here?”

“My family just moved,” he says without looking at you. They really moved here out of all places? You thought. What a coincidence. The divine forces really went out of their way with this one, huh. “8 months? I’m still taking English classes,” he interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh wow,” you look up at him. “But you’re already quite good in English? I mean, you already know a lot, that’s for sure.” He finally looks up at you, and you reassure him with a smile.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know I’d find my soulmate, I’ve been looking everywhere.” His face turns serious, “I never stopped. And now you’re here.” He sighs. “Look, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere. Especially not now that I’ve found you.”

You were taken aback by his straightforwardness; did he take English classes to plan what he’d say when he finally finds you? It sure did pay off, you thought. “I’m not sure what to tell you,” you tell him. “But I stopped looking for you a long, long time ago.” His face drops, and you could feel a light tug at your heart. Truthfully, you were afraid that you might let him down. That you weren’t the soulmate he pictured inside his head.

“I understand.” He agrees, “You’re right. We just met and I’m already scaring you.” He takes a long sip of his drink, providing so much space for an awkward silence. “Okay, okay,” he suddenly says. “How about we start again?” He smiles and gets up towards the store’s front door, leaving his drink on the table. You chuckle at how crazy he looked walking back inside again, pretending to look at the menu––as he pretends to have just seen you, his face in a surprise, and runs back to your table.

“Hi,” he smiles–this time you catch a glimpse of his snaggletooth, making you smile yourself. “I am Woojin. Nice to meet you,” he shakes your hand respectfully with an exaggerated bow. “Is this drink taken?” He points at his drink almost half empty.

You laugh at him before answering, “Pretty sure it’s the seat you ask!” And the both of you laugh at how silly this all was. “Uhm, earlier, you said you weren’t going anywhere?” He shakes his head and tells you nope, with a popping sound at the end. “Alright then,” you smile at him as you think of another question to ask. “Just a warning, I get talkative.” This is going to be one long afternoon. He didn’t mind at all, he’s been waiting for this his entire life.

I met my soulmate. Details to follow, you type on your phone and hit send to your best friend. Turning your phone off and placing it at the deep end of your bag before facing a then-stranger turned soulmate right in front of you. He flashes you his snaggletooth once more, “Do you wanna eat?” And you nod as you feel your stomach coincidentally rumble. Maybe the divine forces don’t make mistakes after all.

[theskyisbluedontfuckkids]

right now, Lilo and stitch is ma fav Disney movie, i love tim delaghettos vibe  fuck yeah. i love drinking out of fancy ass containers, also love will aka yellowpaco, listening to ‘it feels good’on repeat, my fav video is ‘bounce by tim and hisfriend sorry not sure of his name rn,my back or like neck urts or maybe im just feeding into that, i gotta learn for ma big maths test in like two weeks, not having your phone around really helps and ust generally not being ‘online’ all the time, i got a fckn job at a supermarket, from which i get a few cuts everytime, which i find fascinating and they heal pretty fast so, usually like writing my thoughts on paper dont have that right now, and i cannot type for shit, im trying to figure out who i want tobe, like i wanna make ppl laugh/ feel good, also dont wanna focuse on ,iving in my head as much, which ive kinda been doin for years, dont think do!!! And im laughin like... yeah… and im laghin like... it feels good right… hahaha..yeah...and im laughin like....this fckn song...Liza ma mums dog is lying there sleepin lookin cute af, sometines i wonder thiugh or i assume that she is a ctually a human turned into a dog, so i call her creep, yeah… also beatboxing rapping dude gotta try wanna try, so i can look back on my life and say that was fun, damn goal, hit the shit out of that please future fran, also ive been not acknowledging my mum for yers and i think i can learn from her sth too, like yeah it  is annoying sometimes, but yeah in the end you wanna be a nice person make ppl laugh/ feel good so , also you feel like you havent really had much experiences , so thinking about meeting up w ppl from online haha, guess from where, just get some new experiences, but i gotta act do not just think it, but for now study for maths test, you got thisl just dont look at your fckn phone or go on some social media,also you can write stories, you can do whatever yu feel like and that is amzing overwhelming stressfull, but most imortantly privileged well that s not the most important but you Gotta acknpwledge that shit, you got a privieleged ass, who cannot type for shit, but yah, öove yah bitch haha love yah, i know youre not where /who yu want to be out in the open but that doesnt matter, just fuck it fuck them fick you fuck everyone haha enjoy yourslef , easier said than done oi know but really this fckn life you dont wanna take ti seriosly , cos it really isnt, love yah