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excelsi-or · 9 months

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summoned (pt. 1)

hi everyone! it's been a g e s, but we're back! i've been travelling since about May, and definitely thought editing this story wasn't going to take as long as it did. anywho, this is the demon fic that i teased a while back. kinda different from anything else i've put out before. it's inspired by Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, definitely a book worth reading if you haven't yet. let me know what you all think :)

pairing: lee jihoon (woozi) x fem OC/fem reader

w.c. 2.5k (i'm not sure what i'd classify this as tbh. silly, maybe?)

"You want what?"

"A venti and medium–" The rest of what Jeonghan says gets garbled as he speaks. Not from lack of phone connection, but just because she has no idea what he's going on about.

As she stands in line, her eyes skim over the menu in a vain attempt to find anything similar to what she'd heard Jeonghan say. When she reaches the front of the line, she's still clueless.

So, she tries to sound out the garble in the hopes that this barista can translate.

"Venti and me–I mean, grande, fructi paemoni–nope, pomegranate?"

Before she can see if the man has been able to understand anything she said, she feels all the air sucked out of her lungs. Sound disappears and she thinks she's passed out. When she gasps for air, she looks around to get her bearings.

Time seems to have slowed, not stopped.

Her brow furrows, as she tries to gauge if she's had some sort of early life stroke. On a whim, she turns, about to walk out of the place. But she jumps back at the man dressed in a suit now present in front of her. He has dark hair with an undercut, his hair silky. His skin is fair; his body toned, at least based on the way he fills out the suit. But it's his eyes that catch her attention. They're black, seemingly catching no light.

And then he opens his mouth to speak, and she notices the sharpness of his canines.

Vampire?

"Hello, human. Thank you for summoning me." The man's tone is flat, as if he's tired of giving this speech. "I am not a genie. If you ask anything of me, you must give me your soul in exchange."

The furrow in her brow deepens. "Soul? So, you're not a vampire."

If the blackness of his eyes could get blacker, they do. "I am a demon. You have summoned me."

"You're a what?" She juts her thumb back in the direction of the barista. "I was ordering a drink. I wasn't summoning anything. I was literally about to leave, because I thought I was having a stroke!" She lets out a long breath to reign in her hysteria. "I didn't summon you."

The demon looks confused. When she blinks, there's suddenly a piece of paper in his hand. He recites her name, the time, the date; all of which she agrees is correct. Then the demon recites what she said and she holds a hand up to stop him.

"I did not say–what did you say I said?"

"Veni ad me, fructus daemonium."

"I definitely didn't say that. I said something like venti and medium--grande, fuck, Jeonghan oppa's order. I think he wanted some pomegranate fruit something."

The demon stares in disbelief. "So, you didn't summon me."

"God, no. Wait, can I say 'God' in front of you?" She shakes her head, likely stopping herself from rambling than deciding whether 'God' is appropriate in front of a demon. "Regardless, I didn't summon you. And I don't need to trade my soul for anything."

The demon huffs. His dark eyes go over her once and then to a pocket watch. "Look, I have a--what do you humans call it--a quota of sorts. A quota that needs to be filled this millennium."

"What?"

"Human, I have a quota to fill. A certain number of souls to collect. And it has been a very slow start this millennium." The demon snorts. "Fewer young souls are being given up and He prefers the young ones."

"Sorry, Mr. Demon, I really did not mean to call on you or summon you or whatever." She looks back at the café, where one woman has finally put her cup down and a man has finished pressing the period key on his keyboard. "Have you slowed time for everyone? I don't want to be late for my creative meeting."

The demon tilts his head. "There's nothing you want that you would trade your soul for?"

"No, not really."

"A lover who can't be yours, oodles of money," the demon's perfect brows furrow, blinking a couple times, "fame, eternal youth?"

"I'm… pretty content right now." She swears his eyes turn green; she takes a step back. "Seriously, Mr. Demon, there's nothing I want to trade for my soul."

"Call me…" It's his turn to look around the café for inspiration. His eyes catch sight of the barista's name tag. "Call me Jihoon."

"Uh… you can't just leave?"

The demon's expression deadpans. She thought the expression he'd greeted her with was his deadpan expression. This is a bit more horrifying. "I can't just go back to Him and say 'oh, she dialled the wrong number'."

"I can't just have you following me around," she protests. "Won't you ruin my chances of getting into Heaven or something? Being reborn or whatever happens when you die?"

This makes the demon–Jihoon–chuckle. "If you believe in any of those things, human, then I would assume you assume that the beings or forces that control those things are always watching."

"I… don't know if I understand what that means, but whatever. Mr. Demon, you can't–"

A guttural voice replaces Jihoon's bored tone, and he glows red. "Don't tell me what to do, human."

Another step back.

The two of them stare each other down. She knows that a demon probably doesn't need to blink, and she'll lose whatever stare down this is. And he's told her he won't leave.

"Okay. Fine. Stay. But, Jihoon," she winces at the name, doesn't suit his demon image, "you better be visible to everyone. I'm not going to let you con me into giving you my soul to stop people thinking I'm crazy."

Jihoon blinks in surprise. He hadn't thought of that. "Fine, human. I'll be visible."

"And you can't wear the suit. I only have one friend who wears a suit and he's a lawyer. You're probably not going to go off and finish a law degree."

Jihoon's eyes narrow, and now, she's sure they turn green. "Then, what," he pauses, "do you expect," pause, "me to wear?" This silky voice is more threatening than that demon voice he'd used before.

She tries to brush it off by breaking eye contact. There's a guy in the corner of the café that catches her eye. The man is dressed in a denim jacket with a hoodie underneath, plain jeans, and Converse. She nods at the stranger.

"I'm a demon, not a… a college student." If demons could spit venom, this one would.

"Well, I'm also not a college student, Mr. Demon, but that's what guys I know wear."

In a blink, he's dressed in a red hoodie, black denim and black Converse. "Any other requests?"

Best not to push her luck. "No."

Suddenly, she feels a burst of air go through her lungs and the familiar thrum of the café fills her ears again. It's almost too loud now. She turns to the barista and he's reciting her order.

"I think you're asking for a venti and grande very berry hibiscus?"

She waves her phone over the card reader. "Sure."

This barista, non-demon Jihoon smiles at her. "Great. And the name?"

When she arrives on time to her creative meeting, she slides the drinks across the table to Jeonghan and Seungcheol. She collapses into the seat next to Jeonghan, who addresses the problem she’d nearly forgotten on her rush over.

“Who’s the new guy?” he asks.

She grimaces and looks over at Jihoon standing by the door. The demon stands with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly unhappy to be here.

“That’s,” she clears her throat, “Jihoon. He’s…” She studies the demon, who isn’t inclined to help her come up with a lie. Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Hansol all wait for her to fill in the connection. “He’s my friend that’s visiting. One of my brother’s friends… that came to the city.” This lie eases the knot in her chest, but why is he here? “He doesn’t know the city very well yet, so I… I said that I would take him on a tour after the meeting.”

Her three friends take a second to process this information, before Seungcheol breaks out into a smile. He leans forward on his elbows, so he can look past Hansol at Jihoon. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Seungcheol. This is Hansol. That’s Jeonghan.”

Hansol, who is sat across from her, waves in Jihoon’s direction. When he makes eye contact with her, she notices the very slight furrow in his brow.

She shakes her head in response to his unasked question.

Jeonghan doesn’t notice the exchange; if he does, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he begins the meeting and jumps right into the collaborative contract that she and Hansol are working on. They’re collaborating on a large mural in the city, and the city has just provided feedback on the loose design.

Seungcheol, Hansol’s manager, jots down notes for Hansol.

“So, they want less colour? Why did they choose Hansol then?” Seungcheol shakes his head as he writes.

“They want three colours only,” Jeonghan explains. “Preferably the primary colours in their colour palette.”

“My line work can’t be coloured in with three colours,” she says. “There are skin tones.”

Hansol raises his hand and turns his sketchbook towards the group. He tends to multitask during meetings, which is why Seungcheol takes his notes. “I can just adjust my design. We might not be able to do 3 colours only, because I still want the depth to come through. But I agree, we should keep the skin tones. The whole point of the mural is diversity, and that should be real.”

She looks to Jeonghan. “Can you get them to compromise on skin tone and maybe 6 colours instead of 3?”

Jeonghan makes a note of it in his notebook and then moves onto the next slide.

By the time the meeting ends, Jihoon has his eyes closed, arms still crossed, as he leans against the wall.

“Is he okay?” Jeonghan asks as they collect their things together.

“Uhm, yes, I think so.” She slings her tote bag over her shoulder. “We’ll redo the thumbnails, so that they can choose which set they prefer.”

“They were asking for an earlier deadline, but I told them that would be unlikely with all the things they asked you and Hansol to change.”

Hansol finishes chatting with Seungcheol and motions with his head towards the door. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh, that’s–” Hansol’s eyes dart to Jihoon, and she understands the offer. “Right. Sure, okay. That’d be great.”

She wonders if she can just leave Jihoon behind. Do demons actually sleep?

When she meets Hansol at the door, she asks him how his comic is coming along. She says nothing to Jihoon and they walk right out of the room.

Hansol shrugs, glancing at Jihoon, but saying nothing about it. “Seungkwan said he doesn’t like where the story is going.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’re making it dark,” she snorts. She readjusts her bag. “And you know how Seungkwan is about dark stuff.”

Hansol nods. He presses the call button for the elevator. “I guess that’s true.”

She knows what Hansol’s thinking. “He’ll catch up.”

Sure enough, Jihoon saunters their way.

Hansol reaches for her hand and gives it a squeeze. The elevator door slides open and she squeezes Hansol’s hand back twice.

One initial squeeze asks if you’re okay.

One back means yes; two means unsure; a tight squeeze is no.

Hansol frowns at her, but she can’t explain. While Jihoon hasn’t seemed particularly threatening, he’s still a demon.

Periodically on their walk to the subway, she glances back at Jihoon. The demon keeps his distance, but always seems to have her in his sightline.

When they reach the turnstiles, this is the first time she waits for Jihoon to catch up.

“You need a ticket,” she tells him.

Jihoon nods, refraining from rolling his eyes. “I have it sorted.”

She assumes he’ll do some blinky magic that the turnstile will miss. That is, until she and Hansol have passed through, and suddenly the guard manning the booth comes running around. The two of them turn and see a man holding Jihoon by the arm.

“Sir, you need to pay to get in here.”

The red glow begins to pulsate around Jihoon, so she quickly intervenes. “Sorry, he’s a friend of mine that’s visiting. I think he got confused.” She glances at Jihoon, whose gaze is just as steely.

Okay, earthly solutions only. Her mind runs as quickly as possible.

“Can I pay you for his admission? We’re only going a few stops.”

The guard glares at Jihoon, but when he turns to her, his expression softens. When she smiles, his face relaxes further. “I’ll let the others know. Where are you getting off?”

When he stalks back to his booth, eyeing Jihoon, she tugs once on Jihoon’s denim jacket. It’s warm to the touch. “Come on, Demon. We gotta go.”

Jihoon’s head snaps down to look at her. “Either put a ‘mister’ in front of that or call me Jihoon.”

She pauses to consider her response. Provoke the demon or let it be.

“Jihoon, when you tell me you have things sorted, please, keep it sorted.”

Jihoon looks as if he’s about to argue, but she cuts him off. Her voice is low, so only he can hear. “If you wanted to take my soul, you would have taken it from me already. So, either I need to willingly give it to you or you need to kill me.”

Jihoon’s expression hardens, but he pulls away.

“Now, come on.”

She catches Hansol’s arm and drags him after her.

“Do you have a boyfriend I don’t know about?” Hansol frowns.

“He is not my boyfriend.”

Hansol checks over his shoulder. The icy stare isn’t directed at him, so he wonders if she’s aware of the look. “Can he hear me?”

“Assume yes.”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Even if I could explain, you wouldn’t believe me.”

He scoffs. “Do you realize who you’re talking to?”

“That’s how unbelievable it is.”

Hansol lifts an eyebrow, his hand reaching for a bar as the train lurches forward. “Well, now I’m more intrigued.”

“When I figure out how to tell you, I will.”

Hansol catches her fingers and gives her hand one squeeze.

She lets out a breath and squeezes back once.

part 2

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #lee jihoon #woozi #svt #woozi fic #woozi imagines #woozi x reader

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whats-the-bi-fi-password · 2 years

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About me:

All of my homo happenings are here ↓

•I go by Nyx online (debating on a couple of other names too)

•I use any pronouns but prefer xe/they/it/he (unless “it” is being used in a derogatory way) and iffy with she/her (sometimes I don't mind it but other times I do)

•I'm transmasc (I think. I'm not for certain. All I know is I prefer being perceived as masc) and (possibly) genderqueer and agender/libramasc/librafluid (I think. Certain about the agender bit but not quite as much with the rest) and lesbian/neptunic (possibly sapphillean. I'm not entirely sure, I'm still trying to figure it out tbh)-oriented aroace along with cupioromantic and greysexual and queerplatonic. I'm also a lesboy so if that happens to be an issue for you, simply just don't interact with me or berate me on how I label my attraction because I do not want to hear it, I deal with enough bullshit about my queerness in general in real life. However, if you're simply curious on what that means or how that works (for me at least; it varies for different folk) feel free to ask :)

•I'm a Scorpio 🦂

•I'm also a minor so please don't send me nsfw stuff

•I don't really have an interest in getting into a relationship (partially because I'm going through a breakup that technically happened a while back but is just now impacting me since we were still friends until pretty recently and they're in a relationship that was poly temporarily until I broke things off because I felt like shit and only recently found out that it was going on about 3 weeks before they asked me if I was okay with it (okay we've reconciled and discussed this; it didn't actually start prior to me giving my okay on it; they just couldn't remember when it was that I said it was fine so they just sat it as the New Year's) and just constantly keep getting reminded of their relationship so that's a whole thing) so I'm not looking for anything except friends. I don't really have any 🕺 so feel free to drop a dm if you wanna be friends (since I'm still a minor as of now I'd prefer to talk with other minors (to about 15-ish) but since I'll be an adult in November up to about 19-ish will also be fine) however I won't always be available to talk due to school, depressive episodes, or just flat out social anxiety that tends to be really bad around new people so if I haven't replied I'm sorry but I promise I will get around to it at some point, probably just not for a while

• If I actually have enough confidence to (though I probably never will but who knows), fics and snippets of fics, and whatever poetry (if you can even call it that) will be in purple (if you don't want to see my writings they'll all be under the tag #nyx writes)

•I also tend to rant sometimes on here but if you don't want to see any rants they'll be in green and under #sorry for ranting ✌ (most of them will more than likely be deleted a couple of days after posting unless I forget about them until a later time)

•I might go onto some tangents about whatever book I'm currently reading (I got at least 20 and probably more sitting on my bookshelf and fridge begging to be read) and those will all be under #nyx reads and in blue

•If anyone is interested, I have a pet regression side-blog: @whats-the-bi-fi-password-petreg

•A few of my favorite things are (bolded and italicized are my main interests):

•My Chemical Romance and their solo works

•The Used

•Fall Out Boy

•Mother Mother

•Gorillaz

•Paramore

•Circa Survive (particularly Blue Sky Noise)

•Coheed and Cambria (and as an extension, The Amory Wars however I've only read The Afterman as of now and currently reading Year of the Black Rainbow since I have a pretty short attention span and it can actually take me a while to get around to doing something even if I've been intending to do said thing)

•Good Omens (literally all forms of media. Book, show, audiobook, radio adaption, etc. (I'm not 100% sure if there's more I forgot))

•Our Flag Means Death

•The Sandman (show. I haven't had a chance to read the comics and/or listen to the audiobook yet)

•Doctor Who

•The Sunbearer Trials

•Cemetery Boys

•Heartstopper

•The Owl House

•Gravity Falls

•The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

•Greek Mythology

•Gray/Grey Foxes

•Dobermans

DNI If:

You are a transphobe, homophobe, against nonbinary gays and/or lesbians, against folks that use contradicting labels (ex: bi lesbians, lesboys, gaybians, etc.), terf, racist, pedo, ableist, or anything else along those lines that I can't think of

You're an nsfw blog - I am a literal minor

You want to get into politics (I don't do politics, couldn't care less about them, and don't want to hear about them if I don't have to)

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littlehollyleaf · 3 years

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Hey! It's been a while since I've sent an ask. I hope you're doing well :) So, I don't know if you remember an old conversation we had but I once said that I would start watching/binge SPN once it had ended because it is just SO long. Well, it's over... but I also know how it ends because I can't help but spoil myself. For my question, do you think it is worth watching? Or should I not bother?

Hiiiii!

Nice to hear from you again :)

SO. This is A Question :P

Tbh, I would be kinda fascinated to hear what the experience of spn as a complete show is, esp from someone already knowing the ending, cos that is gonna be completely different to my experience (which has so often been ABOUT trying to predict the ending or daydream an ideal ending or fret about bad endings and just generally constantly looking towards the potential future of the story).

To answer the general question of 'is it WORTH watching' - imo the answer is still YES, regardless of the ending. Because the show is SO MUCH MORE than its end, you know? There's still plenty of great stand alone eps and several great season long arcs. Plus many varied and wonderful characters and one of the best depictions of angels and Heaven in modern media imo (and I say that as both a Hellblazer AND Good Omens fan).

And I might even go as far as to say it's potentially gonna be a BETTER experience for you to binge as a complete product, as you can whizz through any boring/weak/bad parts/eps without having to wait weeks/months stewing over them as the main content available to you during hiatuses etc (...did I say that before? it's sounding familiar... gah, my memory! :p).

I figure a weak ending may be less devastating to a binge watching viewer as well, as it, you know, won't be like YEARS of your life and emotions you're investing in the series.

So basically - as long as you're actually interested in and ok with the genre (ie. urban fantasy horror) and have the hours to spare for 15 seasons of television, then yah, go for it! It'll be entertaining and occasionally thought-provoking. Just don't expect Shakespeare :p

I mean what's the worst that can happen from a binge? You get bored and/or decide you don't like the show? Then you can stop, no big!

Best of luck if you do decide to try it (but no worries if you don't or if you have to give up on it, I'll def not be offended or anything!)

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sunshinexlollipops · 5 years

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Well, I've recently gotten into good omens, and I see you posting surf about my two angel and demon babies so... in the future (your on vacation and said you were sick so don't feel the need to respond to this right away) would you be willing to write stuff for ineffable husbands? ~ 💚

Oh hey there anon!

As for me being on vacation, I got back the day before my twenty one pilots concert on the 26th. I was gone for about five days (with two of those being travel) to romp about Virginia, and then I came home for my concert.

I got sick the day we were supposed to head back, and with some other bad luck and my sudden illness, we got stuck in Virginia an extra day. I spent that day with what felt like a migraine, and by the end of that day, I was running a fever and could even get out of bed.

I’ve been sick ever since. I felt so awful I almost didn’t even go to my concert. It was fun and Tyler and Josh were great like always, but I didn’t sing or do much other than hold ice cubes to my skin. I even stepped out mid-concert, which I have never done before, to cool off in the bathroom.

I had seen a doctor the morning of and he diagnosed me with a “viral sinus infection,” but tbh, I highly doubt that is what I have. I’m pretty positive I caught a strain of flu while in Virginia, and while I was at pride. My friend that I went to see and went to pride with also got sick with a similar bug, so I’m pretty sure that’s its origin story lmao.

My fever has kind of abated, but it was on an off for a few days after the concert. I also have a bad cough now, and I literally have hot and colds sweats as well— to the point where I can’t even sleep without waking up covered in sweat and with my shirt being damp.

I powered though yesterday and didn’t call out or leave early from work, as the clinic doctor just told me to take certain over-the-counter medications to treat my issues, but today my joints in both my arms and hands ache. It’s almost as though they feel dry. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and this is coming from someone who has strained their hands and has restless leg syndrome that sometimes affects my joints in my right shoulder.

So I’m leaving work early today to see another clinic bc I’m positive I have the flu and that it is going untreated. :,)

Sorry to kinda hijack the reply here about my sick-capades, but it’s a bit of a situation lol. I literally feel miserable and like a small child who’s about to cry. I just want some soup and a nap lol.

As for writing for Good Omens, I’m not against the idea whatsoever, I just haven’t read the book or seen the show that much. I’ve seen bits and pieces of the first episode, and know a little from tumblr itself, but I haven’t gotten the chance to delve into yet.

But it sounds like something I would tackle.

I legit wrote for Sterek without ever having watched an episode of Teen Wolf (and I never will— the show was garbage lmao).

And I used to write horrible supernatural fan fic back in the day, and up until my RDR escapades all I ever wrote for were M/M ships. :,)

(Though I do know it isn’t exactly M/M but you get the jist.)

Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tumbled down a rabbit hole like this one.

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