#like I read some of the books and have seen all the movies but I would not have passed a quiz

[undiagnosedcruelty]

Bound By Mistake │k.seungmin

Chapter 1: The Summoning and The Fuckening

Sypnosis: When you accidentally summon Seungmin, a high-ranking demon with an attitude problem, you find yourself bound to him by an unbreakable contract.

Pairing: Demon!K.seungmin x afab!reader

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Bound By Mistake masterlist here.

Content Warning: mild profanity and sarcasm, panic reactions, mentions of loneliness, supernatural elements, crackfic. (Might've missed some)

Word count: 1.1k

chapter 2

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION───NOTHING DIRECTLY RELATES TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

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You really shouldn’t have touched the book.

But in your defense, it was there. Sitting all ominous and ancient in the corner of that sketchy antique shop you’d wandered into on a whim. It had been wedged between a creepy porcelain doll and a taxidermied raven missing an eye—so really, compared to those, the book seemed like the least cursed thing in the store.

You were wrong.

So very, very wrong.

Now there was a demon in your bedroom, looking at you like you were the biggest disappointment of his immortal existence.

He didn’t look like the demons you’d read about in mythology or seen in horror movies. No horns, no bat wings, no hooved feet. Instead, he was tall, lean, and dressed in black from head to toe—ripped jeans, leather jacket, and a shirt that said I’m Not Sarcastic, I Just Have Better Priorities. His dark hair fell into sharp, piercing eyes that were currently glaring daggers at you, and if looks could kill, you’d be a smoldering pile of ash.

The candlelight flickered against his face, casting shadows along his sharp jawline as he exhaled—loudly—like he had just been summoned by the single most inconvenient person on the planet.

“Of all the people in the world…” He gestured vaguely at you, his voice dripping with disappointment. “It had to be you?”

How you got here you may ask? It’s just tragic, really.

You weren’t exactly living your best life. Between working a soul-crushing job at a dingy bookstore where the air smelled like stale coffee and regret, to dealing with your perpetually broken-down car, to the ever-growing pile of overdue bills haunting your desk, you were barely holding things together.

Not to mention your social life was, for lack of a better word, nonexistent. Your best friend had moved across the country, your last situationship ended with you being ghosted (again), and the only texts you ever got were from your mom asking if you were eating vegetables (you weren’t).

So yeah. The whole “wandering into a cursed antique shop and accidentally summoning a demon” thing? It was honestly just another addition to the pile of why is my life like this?

Your brain short-circuited.

Your heart first stopped, then jump-started into full-blown panic mode as you scrambled backward, nearly tripping over your own feet. Your breath came in rapid, uneven gasps as your fight-or-flight instincts screamed at you, though they failed to provide an actual plan.

The window? Too high. The door? Blocked. Under the bed? Okay, that was stupid. But still an option.

“W-what—” Your voice cracked embarrassingly. “What the fuck? What are you? How did you—? Did I just—?”

The demon—Seungmin, apparently, because you were unlucky enough to summon a demon with an actual name—just gave you a deadpan stare.

“Oh great,” he muttered. “It’s a screamer.”

You pointed a trembling finger at him. “D-don’t move!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Or what? You’ll hyperventilate me to death?”

Your panic skyrocketed. Your brain, being the traitorous mess that it was, had two settings: irrational fear and irrational violence. Since fear wasn’t solving shit, your body defaulted to violence.

You grabbed the nearest object—your bedside lamp—and yeeted it at him.

The lamp stopped mid-air, hovering inches from his face before dropping harmlessly onto your bed. Seungmin barely blinked, turning his unimpressed gaze back to you like you were the world’s dumbest toddler.

“Really?” he deadpanned.

You were breathing like you’d just run a marathon. “S-stay back! I—I’ll—” Your eyes darted around before landing on the next available weapon: a hardcover book. You grabbed it and hurled it at him with all the strength of someone in full panic mode.

With almost insulting ease, Seungmin caught it in one hand, glanced at the title, and let out a scoff.

“Self-Help Guide to Confidence?” He flipped through a few pages before tossing it onto your chair. “Yeah, you definitely need that.”

You barely heard him. Your brain had officially left the chat. Before you could stop yourself, you did something even stupider.

You lunged at him.

Which, to be clear, was a mistake.

The second your hands made contact with his jacket, an invisible force yeeted you backward like you were a particularly annoying housefly. You hit your mattress with enough force to knock the air from your lungs, wheezing as Seungmin barely moved.

He just looked down at you, adjusting his sleeves like he hadn’t just body-slammed you with pure energy.

“Wow,” he mused. “That was embarrassing.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side. “What the fuck?”

“Close,” Seungmin said. “But technically, it’s the Underworld.”

You glared at him, still wheezing.

He sighed like this was giving him an actual migraine. “Are you done?”

No. No, you were not done.

You scrambled upright and lunged for the book, flipping through pages at lightning speed, searching for anything that looked like an “undo” button for summoning a literal demon into your house. Your hands were shaking too much to make sense of the weird symbols.

Seungmin leaned against your desk, arms crossed. “Sure, take your time. It’s not like you just bound a high-ranked demon to yourself with no exit plan or anything.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered. “This is bad. This is so bad.”

Seungmin watched you start pacing, mumbling about exorcisms, holy water, and whether you should just burn your entire house down and start over.

“Okay, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “If I summoned you, there has to be a way to send you back. Right?”

Seungmin tilted his head. “Sure. Go ahead.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He gestured toward the book. “If you know how to summon a demon, then obviously you know how to banish one. Right?”

Silence.

Your stomach dropped.

You flipped through the book even faster, scanning for anything that looked like a “return to sender” spell.

Seungmin sighed. Again.

“Wow,” he said. “It’s almost like you had no idea what you were doing.”

You groaned. “How long are we talking here?”

He grinned. “Depends. How long do humans live these days?”

Your stomach twisted. “Are you telling me you’re bound to me forever?”

“I could kill you,” he offered. “That would break the contract.”

You took a step back. “Pass.”

His smirk widened slightly, like he’d expected that answer. “Figures.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Okay, fine. Who even are you?”

Seungmin gave a lazy half-bow. “Kim Seungmin. High-ranked demon, former right-hand to the King of the Underworld, and now—” he gestured around your very human room—“babysitter to a clueless mortal.”

Your eye twitched. “I hate this.”

He grinned. “You summoned me. Not my problem.”

[3416]

knowing that tiktok will be back under trump, esp after seeing that stupid little message on the shutdown page, is so exhausting. the braindead ppl on that app will literally eat it up so much, this is going to be such an exhausting era of misinformation even MORE than it's been and you can see it coming from a mile away

[themyscirah]

Finally read Wonder Woman Historia because of your posts about it and damn. goddamn. that was fucking life-changing. literally what the fuck this should be a required read for every single comic book fan to ever exist. fuck

YES OMG THATS WHAT IM SAYINGGGGGGGGGG

(Also yesss got one mwahahaha I'm literally so glad you read it because of me omg 🤗🫶)

No but truly like life-changing sounds intense but is honestly the word for it. Like at least personally I can't emphasize the impact that book has had on me? I first read it about a year ago and finished it just SOBBING. I wasn't even a Wonder Woman fan before reading it. I wasn't even a Wonder Woman fan before reading it. Like do you understand I now run a Wonder Woman blog, I own multiple WW articles of clothing and my entire wall is covered in WW issues and items. If I had to list my top 5 books (not comics, books) of all time Wonder Woman: Historia would be an automatic contender. I reread it constantly, and bring my giant ass hardcover that is too tall for every bookshelf everywhere. It is constantly on my mind.

Anyways just sooooooo so glad you got a chance to read it (especially because of me!!!) because Historia is truly my favorite comic out there and I think it's one of the best things from the medium as a whole : )

Anyways all you folks listening this is you sign to READ WONDER WOMAN: HISTORIA!!!

[fingertipsmp3]

Yes I like musicals yes I was kind of a theatre kid back in the day no I don’t particularly care about Wicked one way or the other. We exist

[jennhoney]

Me last night:

What *is*Gandalf???

A wizard.

But like what is he? I don’t think he is human? He’s just a wizard???

Race- tall wizard?

[spherekuriboh]

'you dont have any hobbies outside of media consumption lol' has this really specific like-- i don't know. it feels like a very ungenerous way to frame an audience, even though to be an audience member is to consume the media. i dunno. i think that that's an unhealthy way to frame your relationship to anything anyone else made? which is most things. like i dont think you've tainted the generative quality of knitting if youre listening to a podcast in the meantime...? i'm trying to pin down why exactly the idea makes me feel slimy. first of all its from tiktok which is already (wrings my hand) but like. "what do you do if you aren't reading watching playing or listening" has a very odd tilt i can't quite wrap my hands around.

[galaxywhale]

it was dress up day for book week today and we had i think 9? harry potter characters across all the 1/2 classes /:

[hellhoundlair]

went 2 see the color purple at the cinema. every time ive been to the cinema for the past 4 or so years ive left dissatisfied.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I forgot to mention that I saw the trailer for the new the The Hunger Games movie when I went and saw Blue Beetle (the prequel, you know?) and it does look really good (even though at first I was unsure about it). I'm probably for sure going to see it when it comes out. Though this will be the first time that I haven't read the book first... unless I do end up reading the book between now and then.

[johnfdonovan]

tagged by @sirgawin to post some characters that are me-coded ⭐️

tagging @gaypkins @blakescho @mirmulmir (if you want to!)

[libraryleopard]

Adult science fiction standalone novel

In near-future America, struggling documentary filmmaker Hayes Figuerido learns that an alternate version of himself from a parallel universe created the Envisioner, a device that can predict the future, and sent it to his reality

When he joins a team of scientists studying the Envisioner, Hayes meets physicist Yusuf and learns the two of them are married in another universe and finds himself falling for Yusuf in this one

As Hayes learns more about the multiverse, however, it becomes clear that while their lives are inextricably linked, their story often ends in tragedy and saving Yusuf could risk the univerise

Explores multiverse theory and questions of how far you will go to save the one you love

Gay main character with depression; Egyptian, Muslim love interest; M/M romance; aromantic asexual Japanese side character

[kitkatcadillac]

cannot express the amount of horror i feel having known cujo as a big scary motherfucker iconically my whole life but only now finding he was NOT just always mean like the big mean fucker from sandlot, but just a big sweet gentle boy so loved and so loving at the beginning of this book. oh my god cujo 😭😭😭

[insectduck]

Fun fact this was HTTYD for me, I had NO FUCKING CLUE that movie was a whole ass franchise, I just thought it was this obscure movie about dragons I had become emotionally attached to and when I saw a kid at pre-k with a backpack that had Stormfly on it I just about lost my fucking mind and preceded to harass them for the next 15 minutes and up until about a year ago we were still best friends lmao

[lcrk]

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[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[whatsevengoingonanymore]

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