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𐙚⋆˚✿˖° holy shit, thanks — se-mi (player 380)

note — !! this is wlw !! — helpless!semi x fem!reader , no smut in this fic (sorry guys 😝)

warnings — mentions of: attempted murder, blood, d3ad bodies, weapons, fighting

Summary

a completely helpless se-mi getting confronted by a furious nam-gyu, you came to rescue her from a situation that could turn sideways real fast.

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Lights out, no one was safe.

In the dormitory filled with darkness as the lights flickered on and off for more tension-like atmosphere, your eyes were darting to one bed to another, trying to find a place to hide until this was over.

Sure, you had been in a fight or two before, but not one where you’d literally have to kill someone to survive, and you had no idea if you had the strength to survive in a situation like this.

This all started in the men’s bathroom when Thanos and Nam-gyu provoked player 125, Min-su, for him to vote for O to play more games in this place which could turn a person into a lunatic.

During this bloody fight, you had managed to find yourself a weapon, which was actually just an empty glass bottle next to a dead body laying on the floor. For you, the bottle was enough to defend yourself from anyone.

Continuing to look around, the only thing in your sight was people fighting, either to kill or to survive. Everywhere on the floor were bodies surrounding you, and it wasn’t a very pleasant sight. The thought of even killing someone disgusted you, but it was inevitable in this moment.

After a few seconds of your eyes darting to one place to another, you saw a familiar figure confrontinv another person in the corner of your eye, though you couldn’t put your finger on who it was before you squinted your eyes to get a better look.

Se-mi, player 380, getting confronted by player 124, who was a total junkie. You recognized Se-mi because you caught a glimpse of her in the second game, the six-legged pentathlon. She wasn’t that much of a welcoming person when you asked her to join you.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts as you stared at the scene happening in front of you. Should you help Se-mi? Or just save yourself and find a place to hide?

But no. You chose the first option.

You slowly sneaked up on Nam-gyu from behind. It looked like he was threatening Se-mi, a bloody fork resting in his right hand. You kept a very tight grip on the glass bottle in your hand because you were super nervous. You didn’t even know why you wanted to save Se-mi, but it was probably the adrenaline rush you felt right now.

Out of nowhere, as Nam-gyu lunged at Se-mi, you gathered up the courage in just a milisecond before you smashed the bottle onto Nam-gyu’s head from behind as hard as you could, knocking him out cold as his unconscious body fell to the floor.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, panting rather heavily as your eyes darted back to Se-mi, who was staring at you with shock and surprise in her eyes. It looked like she was thankful, but also relieved that Nam-gyu didn’t tear her apart.

“Holy shit,” she began, breathing heavily due to nervousness, having no idea how to feel in this moment. “thanks,” Se-mi finished, being able to catch her breath after a few seconds.

You continued looking at her with an expression full of relief as well, because you were glad that you were able to knock Nam-gyu out unconscious and didn’t have to deal with that nervousness anymore. “It’s fine.” you said after moments of silence between you and Se-mi, dropping a shard of glass that was a remnant of when you hit Nam-gyu with the bottle.

Your eyes kept flickering everywhere at the moment to find a place to hide with Se-mi, because you felt like if you stood here for another minute, looking at Se-mi awkwardly like a puppy, someone would sneak up on you from behind. “We should hide for the time being.” you told Se-mi before your eyes landed on a small space which was under the bed that stood next to you and her.

“There.” you pointed at the spot as Se-mi’s eyes followed where you were pointing at. Not wasting a second, you immediately crawled under the small space, holding out your hand for Se-mi to take so she could join you in hiding until the fight was over.

Se-mi quickly took your hand in hers, also crawling underneath the bed, the both of you laying on your stomachs next to each other. You and her kept hiding in the spot, looking at the scene in front of you occurring of people fighting or killing each other. But you could feel Se-mi glancing every now and then through the corner of your eye, but you didn’t pay attention to it.

𓂃⋆.˚ dunno what to think of this fic bru💔

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𐙚⋆˚✿˖° the yule ball — george weasley

note — this is mxf — george x malfoy!reader — no smut in this fic, some flirting, a lot of tense atmosphere-like situations between u and george.

requests are always open so enjoy writing one!

Summary

on your way to the slytherin common room, you come across a rival of yours who has an offer, one to go to the ball with him. do you accept or do you reject? find out!

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George Weasley.

If you had ever described him as a normal student in Hogwarts, you would’ve been completely out of your mind.

Your rivalry with the redhead had begun ever since your first year and is still continuing in your sixth year. Why? You were the eldest daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, though you didn’t really like your brother Draco that much either. You were also very cold, closed-off as a person and despised friendships or relationships, being the complete opposite of George.

George would torment you with pranks every chance he got, even if it meant hearing it from Professor McGonagall, but it didn’t even bother him because he was infuriating. At least he was so in your eyes.

Walking through the corridors, you felt the welcoming and friendly atmosphere in the massive castle as you strode through the hallways with a blank expression on your face.

You had just finished classes for the day, along with other classmates. Other classmates including, of course, George Weasley and his annoying twin, Fred. You saw them as annoying cockroaches that you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried, other students just found them to be rather hilarious pranksters, especially their Gryffindor friends.

At the moment, you were currently on your way to the Slytherin Common Room without any disturbances, as you had hoped, but most of the students never interacted with you and that was a good thing for you. But all you could hear during classes and breaks was just way more chatter than usual with people freaking out because the Yule Ball was coming up.

It was first and foremost a dance, a stupid dance that you didn’t wanna attend, much less with a person. Others saw it as an opportunity, you saw it as hell. You didn’t like dancing at all and doing it with a partner would make you go crazy.

Now, back to you. You were still not at your destination, which was the Common Room. It didn’t take a lot of walking before you heard a voice call out to you from behind.

“Malfoy!”

Jesus Christ.

You recognized the voice as quick as lighting and turned your head to look over your shoulder to confirm your thoughts.

As you had thought, it was George who had called you by your name. Was it a setup for another prank? Another conversation where he would try to flirt with you as a joke? Another conversation where he’d try to piss you off? Either way, you didn’t want to find out.

“What is it this time?” you replied with a sigh, not in the mood to talk to your biggest rival at the moment. He was always up to something.

“Can’t I give a proper greeting to my friend?” George replied with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, a smug smirk creeping up onto his lips as he walked only a bit closer to you so he could communicate with you clearer.

“Your friend? I’m guessing you’re drunk. Wouldn’t be the first time. State what your prank is now before I get bored.” you added, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible to not waste a second with this guy.

“All right, no pranks this time. I’m doing it for you.” he replied with a tone full of flirtatiousness.

“Oh, how sweet!” you exclaimed dramatically, placing a hand on your chest as you feigned gratefulness for him to match his sarcastic energy.

“Real funny, Malfoy. I just needed to, well, ask you something.” said the prankster, trying to keep up a facade so he wouldn’t show how nervous he actually was. You didn’t catch up immediately, but you could tell it was something serious. Or was he faking that it was something serious?

“Don’t speak until I’m finished and don’t mock me. Please.” George added, a hint of seriousness hidden beneath his tone that was filled with mockery.

Now it was definitely something serious because Weasley was never serious. Like, never. At least not with you.

“Would you,” he began, looking at you with some hope in his eyes before he continued. “like to go to the ball? With me?” he finished, waiting for your answer. He wasn’t really waiting for an answer, he was just waiting for you to say ‘yes’.

“To the ball?” you asked in disbelief.

“Mhm.” he hummed, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“With you?” you asked.

“Yes.” he replied quickly.

“You’ve gone crazy. Are you high? Seriously?” you exclaimed with even more disbelief in your tone.

“Malfoy, just give an answer. Yes or no?” George asked with a hint of irritation and impatience in his tone, waiting for you to make him feel like shit again.

Before you were about to utter anything, which was going to be a ‘no’, more words slipped out of his mouth. “If you say yes I’ll stop playing pranks on you for a whole week.”

Now that was a deal. But you wanted more.

“Two months.” you negotiated.

“One month.” said George with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Two months.” you replied, not changing your mind.

“One and a half.” George negotiated back.

Should you say yes? Or no? It was really one hell of a deal because his pranks were always so unexpected and unnecessary and you despised him and his knack for playing pranks on you almost every week.

Moments of silence passed by and the tense atmosphere between you both didn’t even die down just a tiny bit.

And then you broke the awkward silence.

“Fine. Keep your word and I am serious about this, Weasel. Keep. Your. Word.” you said with obvious annoyance in your tone as you turned around and started walking away with George calling out to you again.

“So it’s a yes?!” he asked loudly, trying to get your attention but you just kept walking away from him out of embarrassment for agreeing to go to the ball with him, out of all people.

After your figure vanished from George’s sight, he sighed, but a slight smile of victory was visible on his face as he muttered to himself.

“That’s a win for me.” he huffed before walking away himself to give Fred the most jaw-dropping news about your encounter with the redhead.

𓂃⋆.˚ this was pretty rushed bc i have so many other ideas and i wanted to finish this one quickly to begin on another fic but hope u enjoyed it 🙏

[euphoseok]

𐙚⋆˚✿˖° my love all mine — hermione granger

note — !! this is wlw !! — no smut in this fic, slight fluff and a bit of pda (public display of affection), other than that not much :)

requests are open so feel free to speak ur mind!

Summary

in the gryffindor common room, your girlfriend has her eyes on her books only because of a prank you played on her earlier. You, being a mischievous friend of both fred and george, have the perfect idea to get her eyes on you.

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“Hermione, take your bloody eyes off that book for once! Trust me, I can be way more interesting than some useless facts if you allow me to.” you teased Hermione, but also begged her at the same time to pay some attention to you for once.

“After you got into trouble with Professor McGonagall for playing multiple pranks in the corridors with Fred and George, including playing a prank on me? I don’t think so.” Hermione replied stubbornly, looking at you as she spoke before her gaze turned back to her book, causing you to let out a groan of defeat as you laid on the couch behind Hermione.

“Love, you’re still on about that? Come on, you know I wasn’t trying to prank you. Me and those two dimwits were just pranking anyone we saw. I didn’t realize the beautiful girl was you.” you stated, trying to win her over with your flirty comments, but Hermione wasn’t one to get influenced so quickly by mere words.

“So if I accidentally burned your hair. At least it looks better than the last time I saw it.” you added, looking at her hair with a grimace on your face as you now just realized the amount of damage you caused to your own girlfriend’s hair, which you admired everyday.

Hermione scoffed and continued to read her book, now not paying any attention to you completely which just made you even more sad and irritated. You really needed your girlfriend to accept your apology now because you felt guilty and embarrassed of your own actions.

“I’m gonna regret this, but you’re being a small pain, babe,” you stated before getting off the couch, sitting next to your girlfriend on the ground now and grabbed her book, closed it shut and threw it over to Fred, who was sitting on a couch from afar with George. The prankster catched it in his hands quickly as he snorted. “Lovebirds at it again?” George asked Fred with a smirk.

“Reckon they are.” Fred replied as Hermione was scolding you as to why you decided to take her book out of nowhere and throw it to the two pranksters she didn’t like at all. “Y/n, give my book back right now!”

“No, I want a kiss first and for you to accept my apology.” you said with a pout, matching her stubborn energy from earlier. You were definitely not going to drop this until Hermione gave you what you wanted.

She let out a huff in response, looking at you with anger and disbelief. “After what you did?! Dream on. You have no right to ask something from me.” she stated, looking at you with a frown.

“You realize I’d duel a troll for you, right? Though, judging by how fierce you are right now, I think the troll would’ve had it easier. You being mad at me is like hell on earth, so forgive me, just this once. Please?” you pouted again, trying to get Hermione to melt just a TINY bit if it meant you’d see a smile on her pretty face again.

You immediately saw Hermione’s face soften a bit as she took your words in. You could act like a crackhead sometimes because Fred and George were your best friends, so that spoke for itself, but Hermione did have a soft spot for you.

A few moments of silence went by and she still wasn’t talking. But eventually, she did.

“Fine. This is the last time. Do anything else—“ her words were quickly cut off when you had a huge smile on your face as you pulled Hermione into a passionate kiss, not a single hint of anger behind it, just showing your love for her.

Though, knowing how Hermione didn’t really know how to act when you showed her pda, you pulled away after about two seconds, just to make sure she was comfortable. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, honey. I thought this fight would last a few days.” you stated, staring at your girlfriend with a smirk of victory.

“Wipe that smirk off your face or I might just get mad at you again.” Hermione said teasingly, a small smirk creeping up on her lips as well. She couldn’t deny you had your own… unique ways of winning her over.

𓂃⋆.˚ I honestly feel like making more wlw fics but I’ll make sure to make some mxf fics as well !

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𐙚⋆˚✿˖° destined to meet — jeon jungkook

no smut bc this is my first fic👋

Summary

on your way to work, you end up in a rather embarrassing state which causes you an emergency that needs to be handled in the bathroom. could a coffee shop help? or could a random man help?

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You were in the most uncomfortable state you’ve ever been in your entire life.

You were going to get some lunch for you and your co-workers at your workplace, but you ended up being in a state where you needed to use the bathroom, like, ASAP, and it didn’t help that some people on the streets saw you crossing your legs whilst trying to find a bathroom.

You were walking around town as fast as you could, your eyes flickering towards every single open shop to find at least just one café or coffee shop. Luckily, after a few minutes of holding your urine, you found a coffee shop and ran inside, not wasting any time as your eyes landed on a barista from afar.

You quickly rushed over to her, your words coming out automatically because you urgently needed to use the washroom. “Hi! Uh, where’s your bathroom?” you asked the worker in a polite tone, despite needing to use it so freaking badly.

“It’s for customers only,” said the barista as she was filling an empty cup with some coffee from an espresso machine.

“Oh, okay. I’ll buy something then,” you said with a shrug as you took a plastic bag of some bread nearby and handed it to the worker, but she shook her head as she pointed towards a packed line on the other side of the shop. It consisted of about a dozen other customers, waiting for their own order, making your eyes widen in shock as you turned your gaze back to the barista.

“Can I just go now? I really have to pee and it’s an emergency,” you begged, not wanting to wait possibly an hour just to use the washroom for a few minutes.

“Store policy,” said the worker, not sounding like she’d change her mind anytime soon.

A minute went by and you were still begging the worker to let you go, but she kept ignoring you and handing out other orders to people, as if telling you to shut the hell up, get in line, order something, and then go to the bathroom.

There was no way you could change the woman’s mind, and your hopes were completely crushed.

You turned around to walk away, heading for the exit, but a voice calling out to you from behind snapped you out of your thoughts of defeat.

“Uh, honey?” a man said, who was standing first in the stacked line. A Korean accent was hidden beneath his polite tone as he pointed at the barista in front of him.

Honey? Who the hell was this guy?

“I’m about to order. Do you want your usual?” he asked before turning back to the woman in front of him. “My wife would like a double espresso. And she is part of the purchasing class, so can we get the bathroom key, please?” the man asked the worker.

Ohhh…

Your expression softened somewhat as you stared at the man, not with confusion anymore, but a hint of admiration for how he just saved your ass. He was trying to help you get to the bathroom, despite you being a total stranger to him.

The man took out his wallet and paid the barista, holding his other hand out to get the bathroom key in return. Once he received it, he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, placing the key in your hand.

“I’ll wait here for your espresso. You can go to the bathroom now,” he said with a soft smile, but you just stood there awkwardly in silence, not knowing what to say other than a ‘thank you’.

“Uh, thank you, by the way. I’ll see you in a few minutes, I guess,” you said with a nervous laugh before your eyes searched for the bathroom door, and it didn’t take you long before you spotted it and quickly walked towards it.

Timeskip to about four minutes later, you were done with your business and came out of the bathroom, looking around for that same man who helped you get the key to the bathroom. You spotted him quickly at a table of two, waiting for you.

You walked over to him and sat down on a chair in front of him, seeing your cup of espresso laying there on the table. “Saved your espresso, Miss…?” the man asked, trailing off his sentence so that you could finish it by giving him your name.

“Y/n. I didn’t catch your name, though,” you replied, grabbing your cup of coffee as you began to drink it slowly, listening to the guy speak.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook,” he said with a soft smile, watching you drink your coffee with a calm expression plastered on his face. “Can I have your number, Miss y/n?” he asked, waiting for your response to his rather blunt question.

“Just call me y/n. And yeah, I guess. Give me your phone,” you said with a nod, holding out your hand for his phone. Jungkook took out his phone quickly and placed it in your hand as you opened an app and started typing some stuff into it, all while he waited patiently.

“Here. I’ll call you,” you stated after a few moments of silence, giving Jungkook his phone back before you grabbed your cup of espresso and stood up, walking out of the coffee shop for work before giving him one last glance.

𓂃⋆.˚ this is my first ever fanfic, so honest comments are greatly appreciated !