Ghost!Jungkook X Reader: Inverse.

ghost!Jungkook x Reader: inverse.

Warnings: mentions of death (how surprising)

Word count: 1 668

Genre: angst, kind of horror-like to be honest;

I’m quite unsure about this one, because it was a bit difficult to describe what I pictured in my head. Well, practice makes perfect;w;

It happened during a war. 

He remembered that moment very well, probably better than he’d like to. The residence seemed big enough to make good quarters for soldiers. They broke in on one day, killing everyone on their way. 

He was the one who hid, a coward who wanted to escape his fate. He knew about the hole underneath the floor, the one that used to serve as a closet for valuable things that wouldn’t be needed anytime soon, documents and such. 

When he knew the house is surrounded, his only way was to curl up in there. He barely fit in and it was uncomfortable from the very beginning, with his spine screaming for help every second, probably getting irreversibly damaged.

The heat was unbelievable, and the very moment the soldiers entered the room, they didn’t seem to have a need to move out. And he, like a coward he was, stayed there, unable to find a safe moment to leave. 

Later on, when his body started to give up, he couldn’t have left even if he wanted. 

And he died in there, underneath the floor, where no one would find him.

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⤳ Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs, Mʀ. Pᴀʀᴋ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴀɴʏ ғᴀᴄᴇs. Bᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

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⤳ᴀ ɴɢsᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ!ᴀᴜ, (ᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ) sᴍᴜᴛ

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The Bonnie to my Clyde

Characters: Min Yoongi & You

Setting: Bonnie and Clyde AU (sort of)

Warning: very lightly implied sexual content, some dark themes

Summary:  “He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.”

Words: 974

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Anonnymous requested: Hi there! Can I request a drabble no. 3,8,44 with Demon!Jungkook x reader please? >.<

Prompts: “I saved your life!” | “What will you give? Your eyes? Your hands?. How about your heart?” | “My kindness does not go without self interest.”

a/n: *whispers breathily* im sorry it wasn’t a drabble *spirit leaves body* Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Hope you like it! <3  askhdgjasghjasghdajsgh demonkook

word Count: 2.8k

genre: Supernatural

pairing: JungkookxReader(she)

triggers: mentions of blood, injuries,car crash, demon pact,cussing,sandwiches

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A scream filled out the squashed cubicle of the car.

Your own scream. Your eyes were open, yet it was impossible for you to understand the image unfolding in front of them, blaming it on the darkness of the road at night, until you realized the lukewarm liquid dripping.  And then it hit you -quite literally-. You weren’t sure of the time that had passed since you crushed against that cow in the middle of the route. Your whole body was aching with such an intensity your muscles repeatedly continued having spasms. You wanted to scream hoping to relieve some of the pain by letting it all out, but no voice would come out. Particularly one of your eyes lost sight completely, too drowned with the sticky mixture of tears and blood to see- the other one scanned around.  ‘Oh my god’ you thought,it was difficult to notice before but now you realized the car was upside down -thus so were you- the safety belt keeping you on the driver’s seat.

Shaking all distractions or thoughts of soreness you focused on the task at hand; getting out of the car. Carefully moving one arm, you tried to reach for the buckle, but it turned out to be an exhausting and herculean task due to the shakiness taking control over your fingers. Flopping face-down on the car ceiling, you perceived an uncomfortable sensation in the back. The glass from the window closer to you was cracked, but not enough so it was easy to crawl your way through- it still had glass shards. Knowing the pain couldn’t get any worse, you simply grabbed the shards with your bare hands, taking them off to make your way out. One of your legs was numb, so it made it difficult once it was time to slide out of the vehicle. The pain in your back made an appearance yet again once you managed to trespass the frame of the window; it was stinging you, even more than the rest of your body, in fact, it was so very intense it made you wanted to vomit. 

With soaring arms you kept on crawling as far as you could manage, to get your body away from the crash site. Your good eye looked around for any sign of help, but it was hopeless -other than the dead cow you tried to avoid before - there was no sign of life- it was late at night and you knew no one would transit the crossroad you were in. Whining silently with a runny nose sobbing, you made a last effort to twist around and face the sky, but the pain in your back prevent you from it. A shard of metal had pierced your flesh, the wound was not bleeding, but it was there nonetheless.  There was no one around so you knew very soon you’d be dead because of your injuries. ‘Please, no’ ‘Please’ you begged but no words would come out, only heavy breathing and whimpering. ‘Please, God, don’t let me die like this’ silents prayers waved through your mind, hoping maybe they would be answer ‘I beg of you’ ‘Don’t leave me’  more blood spilled onto the pavement. ‘Please, I want to live’ ‘Please let me live’ ‘I’ll do anything, just let me live’  again and again you chanted, repeating, desperately pleading for your life, ‘I’m scared … I’m scared to die, please’ you shrieked forlorn, lips and chin quivering.

You were not sure on the time you spent crying out to the stars gleaming on the night sky; It could be an eternity, or just minutes, seconds even.

Growing tired and weaker with each passing moment you knew very well that life was leaving your body and felt it scurrying from your fingertips- you were scared, scared to the very core because you felt void approaching at a fast speed your way; promising relief from the pain. ‘Please,’ You insisted, slowly seeing how the light of the stars above your head faded. And with that, darkness enveloping you, one last desperate choke sob escaped your lips. ‘Anyone … save me’

Your agonizing body laid between the crossroads, not knowing there was actually someone hearing you. But possibly, not the one you hoped for. The figure moved slowly in the dark, crouching close to your head. Gently a hand graced over your cheek to finish caressing at your lips.

“I’ve listened” It spoke, his honeyed voice resonating inside your mind. “If I kiss you now, life will once again welcome you in its arms…” your eye weakly opened to meet the gaze of him. “Would you like that?” He inquired, whispering.

You nodded.

“Say it, love”

You gulped. Throat sore and the inside of your mouth dry. Next, to you, the stranger was waiting, not moving a muscle. Licking your lips and tasting your own blood, enouncing the words for him clearly, you pleaded.

“Kiss me”

He chuckled.

A burning sensation shocked your entire body once his lips grazed with yours. A warm wind rose enveloping both in its embrace, the world moving at a rapid pace making you feel dizzy. A punch in your chest, so mighty you could’ve swore it broke it into pieces, yet it didn’t pain- on the contrary- it felt blissful. Both your eyes opened, meeting with two other abysmally dark ones, the black on them was of such depth that terror crept up your spine.

Firmly placing both hands on his shoulders, you pushed his body away.  Once you were free from his touch you let out a shriek.  Then you saw him. You saw him completely.

The dark crawling out of his eyes and cracking the skin around them ramifying down on his neck, until you lost the sight of the lines once it reached the collar of his suit.

“Who are you?!” you managed to voice out in complete awe at the sight of him.

He smirked, the curve of his lips mocking you. “Your covenanter”

Right after the said those words, you appeared as if on the blink of an eye again inside your car, holding the steering wheel; it was not upside down anymore; neither was it broken. You were some meters behind the intersection of the crossroads. Looking down at yourself searching for any sign of injuries you were surprised to see there were none; not a trail or sign of blood, no soreness on your body, no pain in your back because of that metal shard, nothing. You felt completely fine, -even a little hungry. Looking out the window -now restored- you saw the cow that had caused your accident on the side of the row, far away from you grazing calmly.

“A dream?” you said out loud, more to yourself than anyone else. You checked in the rear-view mirror your face but there was not one scratch on it. “An hallucination?” you questioned.

“Far from it…” A voice that ranged near -on the passengers sit- startled you.

“Fucking hell!” you elicited, jolting on your seat and grabbing at your chest right above your heart.

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it really…” The stranger on the passenger seat shrugged, pouting his lips. You looked at him, not knowing what to say. ‘Then he wasn’t a hallucination?’ thought scrunching your eyes. It was real. All of it.

“Ah,” The male next to you called your attention “Jeon Jungkook” He introduced, stretching a hand your way. 

Staring down at the outstretched hand, furrowing your eyebrows, lifting one in doubt about his action. The named, Jungkook guy, stayed there waiting for your reaction.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, mistrustful to accept his greeting.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook tilted his head confused “It’s just a handshake, I’m politely introducing myself to my covenantee, it’s common courtesy”

“Wait—your what?” gesturing him to repeat his word, as if you didn’t hear right.

“Co-ve-nan-tee” he once again repeated, emphasis on each word, slowly, so you could understand him. “It means a person who agrees to a contract, that being you” Jungkook grinned.

“I know what that means, I was referring to ‘my covenant’?, I’ve never met your before!”

“You don’t… usually meet a demon before you take on the contract?” Jungkook’s eyes squinted, sarcastically.

“Hold on— sorry what?” you stopped him showing your hand. “You just said…demon?” disbelieving the words that came out of his mouth.

“Yes! That’s me…Jungkook,”he bowed with its head.“Hell’s Contractor, at your service”

You stood there baffled at him. He was definitely crazy.

“I made a contract, with a demon?” an unbelieving tone on your voice.

“Yes.” he answered.

“A contract…?” you insisted.

Jungkook nodded, visibly bored at the time it was taking you to realize the situation you were in.

“With a demon?” you continued, Jungkook once again nodded, rolling his eyes.

“You…” pointing a finger at him to make sure you were on the right page. “Demon from hell, you…”

“This is gonna be a long night…” he sighed, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap.

“Oh no, It’s not gonna be long at all…” you assured him.

“Oh?…really?” Jungkook tilted his head.

“Yeah…” you started up the car engine turning the key.

“Good then…” Jungkook replied, leaning on the passenger’s seat, making himself comfortable.

“Get out” you demanded. “Get out this instant.”

Jungkook turned to meet your eyes, blinking rapidly “What? Get out?” he seemed offended by you “Don’t you understand what is going on here girl?” he scoffed.

“Yes indeed,” you grinned “I understand I have a crazy creep on my car who needs to get out now before it’s too late” a warning to him.

“But,” Jungkook huffed, bewildered by your words. “I saved your life!” he exclaimed.

“GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!” hollering, you screed on an ungodly way, the pitch of your voice being audible only to dogs.

Jungkook was shocked, and quickly he got out the car to stop your screeching. “For fuck sake!” He bawled at you “Stop screaming you crazy banshee!”

Without wasting one single second you hit the gas, getting far away from him. Looking back through the rear-view mirror you saw he was still there, standing at the crossroad. You suspire in relieve as you see his shape disappear as your got further and further away. ‘Psycho’ Its the last words you say, focusing on getting back home.

Once you clicked the locking button on the remote hanging from the car-keys you trotted to the entrance of your house. Checking the time on your phone, the blinding light showed it was 10 PM, and in your dictionary meant that it was still early. Inwardly, as you opened the door, you listed all the things you had left to do before going to bed; a good bath, a good meal -with of course a good movie- check your emails, and school work you had belated. Blithely humming a song, you closed the door behind you, got inside the house dashing to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before bath time. Checking the phone you moved from the kitchen -with the bowl of snacks- to the living room and turned on the TV; but as it turned out, you saw it was on. You forgot to turn it off when you left this morning? Weird.

Paying little prestige, since you were a little inattentive sometimes, you moved on to take a seat flopping on the couch, shifting to make yourself comfortable.

“Pass the snack…” a voice next to you requested.

Slowly turning your head you saw Jungkook, watching the tv screen intently. Jumping up from your seat the bowl of snacks flew, Jungkook’s shoulder hunched as the bowl flew over his head, landing on the floor spreading its content all over.

“Oww, what a waste” 

“HOW YOU GOT HERE?” your eyes scanned the room for some pointy object you could use to protect from him.

“I’m the owner of your soul… I know things.” Jungkook mocked, letting out a chuckle once he saw you desperately looking for a weapon.

“You own my soul?” you stopped dead on the spot.

“Oh, so you believe me now?”

You nodded “Well, I’m not sure yet, but you did appeared out of thin air on my house, so I’m listening…”

Jungkook stayed silent. 

You scratched your forearm nervously, searching for the correct question to say next. “Why do you own my soul? Or you say you own it?” 

He smiled.

“Well, My kindness does not go without self-interest.” he cooed, watching from above his shoulder at you. “That’s how it works, I save you… then collect your soul 10 years later, standard procedure” Jungkook stand-up arranging the sleeves of his suit, and tugging at the flaps of the jacket.

“What? When did we agree to that?!” You complained.

“Forgetting the kiss that sealed the contract…so rude” he scolded pompously.

“When did we agree to 10 years…” you rolled your eyes at him, but in all truth you had forgotten the kiss until he mentioned it, making you blush once you remembered.

“I told you, standard procedure”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were a demon! That’s unfair” you nagged.

“Listen, kid, if you commit a crime that you didn’t know it was illegal, you still get arrested right?” Jungkook tilted his head at you, pursing his lips into a thin line.

You contemplated on his example looking at the floor.“Yes….I guess?”

“Same thing…besides” he begins to move across the room, inspecting it. “I told you that if we kissed you got your life back if you didn’t get the idea that’s your issue not mine” he shrugged.

“I want it back…” you gulped harshly.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook looked over his eyebrows.

“I want my soul back”

Jungkook stared at you up and down, narrowing his eyes, licking the inside of his cheeks amused. “Unbelievable”

“Well…?” you insisted, heart racing on your chest, his presence now intimidating and heavy. You truly believed he was a demon, and if he got your soul, you needed to get it back, at any cost.

Jungkook pondered, clicking his tongue he finally had an answer “Fine…I’ll indulge you” he walked closer to where you stand, facing you. “But you have to trade something of equal valor, quid pro quo…” Jungkook pointed his finger as a warning.

You nodded.

“So what will you give?” You looked for something of value for you inside your mind but couldn’t get anything that was equally priced as your soul “Your eyes?” Jungkook slides ghostly, walking around you. “Your hands?” He touched gently the back of your hand, a shiver of cold bolting at the feeling. Jungkook chuckled “How about your heart?” He placed right in front of you, looking down scanning you, waiting for a reply. You were so close you could catch the smell of something persistent and unpleasant of something you couldn’t quite get the hang of. And something sweet, nauseatingly sweet.

“How about a sandwich?” you stammered, glancing up at him.

Jungkook blinked, lifting his chin to look down at you curiously. “Is it homemade?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, not believing his words.

“Okay then…” He nodded.

“Really?” Your eyes probably sparkled with hope.

“No.” Jungkook sharply replied. “You really thought I’d trade the most well-marketable item of hell, just for a sandwich?” Jungkook scoffed mockingly at you. “You mortals amaze me” he grinned playfully.

“Then just tell me what you want!” anxious was growing inside of you, you needed to end this conversation right now or you would have a panic attack.

“Hey, I don’t want anything, I already have a soul…you are the one trying to sell me something in return.” Jungkook waved his hands.

“Then please give me a help, what can I give you that’s worth my soul back…”

Jungkook stared right into your eyes, that was a question no one - not even himself had made before. What did he really wanted?.Jungkook’s sole purpose was to lure desperate mortals into trading their souls for superficial benefits. Since he was born, he lived for the crossroad, and never truly thought about other things, of course, he sometimes wished for things, but it never really occurred to him to actually try to make them come true. And now, before him, it was a mortal girl, prepared to do anything to have her immortal soul back. What a turn of events. Jungkook’s lips twirled into a cocky smile.

“Alright…you can have your soul back” Jungkook agreed. “But on one condition…”

You nodded “Anything…”

“You are my pet from now on…” Jungkook smirked nonchalantly.

“Eh?” your jaw dropped eyes wide as plates.

“My pet, my servant, captive, worker” he kept on naming synonyms dramatically. “Or you prefer to let it sink and think it over? I can always come back in 10 years!” he chuckled, playfully grinning.

Defeated you slumped on the arm of the couch. You hated Jeon Jungkook. With all your soul.

Sighing, you continued. “Deal…” your pride hurt to the core, knowing there was no escape from the demon’s deal, cursing that stupid cow on the middle of the dark road.

“Dandy choice!” Jungkook cheered, rubbing his hands pleased. “Now about that sandwich…”

Always Trust In Pixie Dust

; Pixie!Seokjin x Pixie!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst

; Word Count: 14k

; Synopsis: As a vegetable pixie, you weren’t exactly considered the most desirable in the pixie hierarchy. But the uncle of one of your student’s is convinced that you have a secret admirer, only made worse when your younger brother and sister get involved. Will they succeed in their matchmaking or will your admirer come forward before they can get into too much mischief?

; A/N: Okay so…this is my first FULL Jin fic and I feel bad because I basically lost all inspiration for any writing about 4/5 through writing this. As a result…it’s pretty fair to say I’m a little uncertain of how this fic is and how you’ll all feel about it, particularly as there’s no smut anymore (it just didn’t fit). I love the world though, and I love pixie!Jin. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, PLEASE reblog because Jin fics don’t get the love they deserve, nor do solely fluff fics :( also, please leave me your comments and thoughts and asks so I know what you thought. I’m trying my hardest to get back into writing and just finishing this was hugely important for me!

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“Kim Taehyung…you don’t have a child,” Your words cause the tall pixie with soft, peach coloured hair to pause with almost comically wide eyes turned to you. “So what are you doing here?”

He says nothing for a moment before straightening himself, crossing his arms over his broad chest and pursing his lips at you. Even though he’s younger than you, he towers over you and you work hard to keep your teacher aura that had him looking so chastised when caught.

“You’re right. I don’t have a child. But I do have a niece. Right there,” Taehyung points over to the little girl sitting on the floor, her voice sweetly joining the other girls she’s sat with as they sing a nursery rhyme together. “And I’ve been asked to bring her home by her dad.”

Twisting your lips, you sigh before nodding and gesturing for him to come inside. The nursery that you worked at was inside a hollowed-out tree, providing plenty of space for the babies and little ones who were not old enough to attend school lessons in the higher levels of the tree. Everything inside your room was bright and colourful though, the walls stained with the vibrant colours that came from the richest pigments created from flowers.

A mural of the forest and individual, faceless pixies took up one half of the circular room while the other was free for the children to paint on as they saw fit. Creativity was one of the most important traits of a pixie after all, and it was your job to ensure that they went wild with all their beautiful, creative thoughts.

The floor was dotted with dried paint, and even new paint splashes from the day’s activities and you hummed lightly as you moved over to the line of reed twine that was strung up across the room, parchment hung on it in intervals with each one containing a drawing. Scanning over, you take the one with the little girl’s name and hand it over to Taehyung.

“Miyeon painted this for her dad. Make sure that he gets it please.” You request, smiling at him. He looks over the painting with a critical eye before grinning, nodding before bounding over to Miyeon and crouching down next to her.

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Yoongi + 26. “I just want you to know that if you even think about leaving me stranded in this corn maze, you’re walking home.”

For @lily-blue, you asked for humour and horror, this is it. I hope you like it, love! ♥

Warning: the end is pretty gore compared to my earlier drabbles.

It was your idea to visit the haunted corn maze in the suburbs of Daegu when Yoongi took you home for autumn break. Visiting your boyfriend’s hometown was something you have wanted to do for a while but as you passed by the city table and you saw the advertisement about this scary Halloween place you whined to him until he gave in.

Yoongi wasn’t a big fan of scary things. He was rather fond of horror movies that gave a good chill even though he analyzed them to bits, pointing out every single plot holes which usually turned the movie watching sessions into discussions but you liked it anyway. He also wasn’t the type to jump when hearing a sudden boo! behind his back but when it came to horror houses he screamed together with you. Once you and his friends visited an overnight zombie safari and you thought he would get a heart attack.

In the end, you managed to convince him to accompany you but the corn maze attracted quite a few visitors, so you had to get in line to get your tickets. In the meantime all you could hear was the wind blowing and people from the maze screaming. Yoongi looked high key judging at the fake fog and the employees dressed as ghost, mummies and in other halloween costumes. He definitely didn’t share your enthusiasm and when you finally stepped into the maze, he firmly grabbed your hand.

“I just want you to know that if you even think about leaving me stranded in this corn maze, you’re walking home,” Yoongi grumbled, half a bit annoyed after having to pay way too much for his liking to enter this place. You smiled apologetically at the employee by the gate on your frustrated boyfriend’s behalf. You have known him well, that he often whined about going out, whether it was a friendly get together, the theme park or the beach but once you were there, he had the time of his life. So you weren’t exactly afraid, you hoped that both of you can laugh by the end of the day.

“I promise I won’t leave you here, you big baby. Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” you asked and damn those famous last words!

It started out almost funny, way too shitty costumes thrown on bored employees trying to scare you in the maze but as you got deeper into the field, chills ran on your back, making you shiver. The temperature dropped degrees and the fog kept getting heavier with each step. You could barely see what’s ahead of you, not to mention the red ribbons you were supposed to follow to get out of this haunted maze. You nuzzled closer to Yoongi when you heard footsteps from behind but saw nothing in the dim light.

“Do they want us to freeze to death?” Your boyfriend rubbed his hands together in order to create some warmth because if there was something he hated more than silly games, it was the cold. When his steps suddenly came to a halt, you bumped into his shoulder stopping altogether.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi’s hair got into his eyes as he shook his head looking ahead, ready to move but then you catch a glimpse of something moving behind a corn wall.

“There’s something there,” you whispered.

“Probably just another fake ghost. Come on, let’s get out of here,” Yoongi grabbed your hand and when you took the next right turn,you both let out a scream at the sight ahead of you. At first you could only concentrate on the thick, red liquid dripping slowly much like blood and it took some time to realize the figure didn’t nudge at all.

“Oh it’s just a scarecrow,” you sighed in relief but you were too quick to judge and too slow to react when it moved hitting towards you with one of its wooden arms.

It was only thanks to Yoongi’s good reflexes than he pulled you backwards before it could hit you.

“Oh fuck, what the- ” he swore and suddenly it wasn’t funny at all. “Run, run!”

So you did as he asked and ran, ran for your life and didn’t care about the corn leaves getting into your face, scaring the soft skin, didn’t care about the cold, you could only concentrate on the press of your boyfriend’s hand in yours, the rapid, loud beat of your heart and the cracking sound of the crow field as that creature followed you through it all. You kept checking behind you with uneven breathing to see it approaching but there was nothing there, not anymore.

Your legs took you faster than your mind your catch up, in this adrenaline-haze of your mind, you didn’t even think about stopping, didn’t think anything of Yoongi’s murmur of your name. Not until…

CRASH!

…you straight into the scarecrow in front of you.

It hurt. It hurt more than a simple collision. It felt like your lungs were fire and looking down you saw a metal tool piercing through your breast.

Drip…

Your blood painted the ground red.

Drop…

Your blood killed another man.

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