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murderslugs · 3 years

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Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

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jemej3m · 5 years

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hmmmm... renison... kissing under the mistletoe..... having picknicks.... studying together..... first kisses...... casual handholding and love eyes while their friends (foxes) don't realise they're dating.... not actually secret relationship the foxes are just oblivious...... "oh, you have a gf?" asks Kevin, "Have had for the past year thanks for noticing," answers Allison,, "you never even introduced her!!!" "uhhhh ????" (Andrew knows, he's always known, because he's witnessed Renee's pining)

uh DUHHHH

The fact that Renee was goddamned pining over Allison was a travesty in the first place. Them actually getting together? Nightmarish.

What Andrew didn’t anticipate, however, was how painful it would be to sit around and watch the walking disasters that were the Foxes fail to see what had to be the most obvious romantic shitfest that Andrew had ever witnessed. And Andrew was dating Neil.

Dating. It tasted strange on his tongue, but he found it more tolerable than boyfriend of, or the insufferably vague partner.

He leaned back into beanbag, holding his beer between two hands. Neil glanced up to him from where he was sitting between his knees, with an eyebrow quirked to the meaning of yes or no? When Andrew nodded, he dropped his head onto one knee, and paid attention to the conversation around them.

Andrew pondered over the stages of Renee and Allison’s relationship. It was a slow, gentle thing, that began with some misplaced affection and misinterpreted emotions. Seth’s death made it messy, but it also blinded Allison from her worth. Not that Andrew thought she was anything more than a catty bitch. And Neil’s close friend. And now, Renee’s girlfriend.

Andrew remembered watching Renee, who’s gaze would automatically flit to Allison after Seth’s murder. What had once been concern, soon turned to confusion, as she continued to clench her hands in the material covering her knees: A long skirt, exy shorts, loose trousers.

She fought harder, dirtier, whenever they sparred. Andrew was never one to instigate conversation, but when she overthrew a punch and almost buckled her elbow, he grabbed her shoulder. She looked at him sheepishly, understanding the thin wrinkles of anger between his brows.

“Sorry.” She muttered, fiddling at the stupid fucking cross around her neck. “I know I’ve been acting strange. I just need to - work past this.”

He didn’t ask what. He didn’t really care, so long as she worked it out.

So it continued. Confusion quickly transformed into denial, but not about sexuality. Andrew understood her reluctance to encroach onto vulnerability: Renee didn’t want to scorn Seth by going after Allison merely months after his death. Renee also didn’t want to use Allison’s vulnerability to satisfy herself.

Then the whirlwind of an Exy season happened, and, if Andrew was honest with himself, his attention was entirely consumed by his auburn haired death-magnet. He was pretty sure that Renee had quelled whatever infatuations she’d formed for Allison. What he hadn’t expected was to see the exact same thing unfold from the other side, like a goddamned mirror.

Allison wasn’t someone you could describe as twitchy, but she certainly grew uneasy around Renee. She compensated this with dialling up the bitchiness, often scathingly dismissing Renee before spinning on her heel and leaving the room. Andrew hated it, hated how Renee’s bottom lip would quiver ever-so-slightly, because Renee thought Allison found out about how she felt (or had felt) and was disgusted with her. Renee still loved Allison as a friend.

And yet, Andrew could relate to Allison, as much as he didn’t want to. The easiest out was to express vehement hatred, and drive that person away.

It was the summer after what Andrew would now call The Year, or in other words, Neil’s hellish version of a freshman year. All the Foxes, old, new and newer, were settling into the dorms. Everyone steered clear of Andrew and Neil, the terrifying unit that they were. It was just how Andrew wanted it.

Then Renee came hurtling into their flat. Kevin and Neil were out on a run: Andrew was sat by the window, letting smoke trail lazily into the air. She had her fingertips over her mouth, eyes widened just a fraction with shock.

He paused, waiting for her to speak.

“I kissed her.” She mumbled.

He waved her off. “If you’re hiding in here, I’ll only give you half an hour.”

She relaxed immediately, crossing the room to perch herself on the desk beside him and offering him a gentle smile. “Thank you.”

They talked for more than half an hour: Kevin and Neil returned, they both showered, Kevin went off to Wymack’s for dinner and Neil eventually joined in with the conversation. Andrew put a hand in his hair and challenged Renee with an eyebrow. See what forwardness can get you?

She took the hint, and with a shy smile, slid off the desk and left his dorm.

From that moment onwards, Andrew was keenly aware of both Renee and Allison. The next day they were hedgy around each other. That night, they went out, dressed antithetically to the other: Allison wore a skin-tight white dress, hugging from the shoulders to the knees, bright red lipstick and red heels making her look like a straight-man’s dream. Renee, in a soft, grey sundress, wore a pair of tights and a cardigan, with little clips in her hair.

Neil snorted when he saw them leave. “Fucking finally.”

Andrew was almost surprised, giving him an appraising look. “How long have you known? You’re not exactly apt at noticing these things.”

Neil crossed his arms petulantly. “I’m perfectly apt.”

Andrew arched a single brow. “Need I remind you that I had to tell you, word for word, that I’d give you a blowjob, before you realised?”

He flushed. “Fine. Allison’s been mooning over Renee to me since after the championships game.”

Things were noticeably fluid from that moment on. Renee and Allison were a thing: they linked arms and shared jumpers and pecked each other on the cheek. Except, that was rather typical behaviour of the Fox girls, so no one noticed.

Literally no one. Not even Dan, who’d walked in on them sleeping in the same bed, and Allison had complained about their broken heater. She’d taken it without a thought and hopped into the bed with them. Likewise, Nicky, the self-acclaimed “Gaydar-Master”, had teased Allison about a hickey, only to ask who the lucky guy was. Honestly. Andrew’s cousin was an embarrassment.

The movie had been turned down in favour of conversation: None of the freshmen were there, but neither was Aaron or Nicky, who’d left to get food for the rest of them. Neil slowly turned his head and pressed a small kiss on the inside of Andrew’s knee.

Andrew watched Allison send him a vicious smirk, entwining her fingers with Renee’s and bringing the back of her hand to Allison’s mouth. It left a pink lipstick print.

Neil looked up at Andrew with another silent question, who rolled his eyes and leaned forward to Neil’s ear.

“You have to make everything a competition, don’t you.” He muttered. Neil grinned softly.

“Is that a no?”

He settled his beer on the ground. “Keep it respectable, Josten.” The glint in his sky-blue eyes was menacing.

Gently, Neil drew Andrew’s knees over his shoulders and interlocked his arms around them, brushing careful fingers on the exposed skin of his ankle. Allison draped her legs over Renee’s lap.

Neil pulled Andrew’s hand down so that his chin was resting on Neil’s head. Ridiculous. Idiot. “119.” Andrew muttered.

Allison leaned in to whisper in Renee’s ear, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Neil craned his head up, and Andrew rolled his eyes before indulging him in a quick kiss - barely a moment long. Neil looked back to Allison with victory in his eyes.

She scoffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder, cupping Renee’s jaw and engaging Renee’s attention entirely. It was dark in the room, but not dark enough for the two girls to make out unnoticed.

“What the fuck?” Kevin said around a mouthful of MSG-free pretzels. Matt and Dan looked at him, then looked at them, where they sat sheepishly with kiss-swollen lips.

“Since when?” Dan yelped, throwing popcorn everywhere.

Renee affected confusion, looking to Allison. “Almost - ?”

“Three months ago.” Allison finished, clucking her tongue. “Seriously, guys? Are you that obtuse?”

The door opened, Nicky and Aaron loaded with Indian food. Seeing everyone in various states of shock, Nicky grinned. “What did I miss?”

Upon noticing Allison’s lipstick smudges and their flushed cheeks, he almost dropped the green curry in favour of screeching.

Andrew put his head in his hands. He hated them all.

#andreil #renison #all for the game #u ask i answer #the foxhole court #renee walker #allison reynolds #andrew minyard #neil josten #theyre all dumbasses i love them #jem writes

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mysticmessingupmylife · 7 years

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Rfa+ V who have MC who wears sexy stuffs bec she's confident w her body then one day while they are walking in their date someone catcalls her then she's like: "aight *removes earings* honey hold my earings" then proceeds in beating up the cat caller

thiS DEADASS HAD ME WEAK OMG. this is a good request and i’m more than happy to do to it! lmao this is my first headcanon so please don’t like, obliterate me if it’s really bad lololol ~amanda

YOOSUNG:

both of you had decided that you needed a day out together, so you planned date night to a nice carnival nearby

it was a bit too hot outside, so naturally you dressed appropriately for the weather

CROP TOP AND SHORTS

when you two arrived at the carnival, you guys decided to hit up the ferris wheel

as you made your way there, you walked past some dude who gave a look

when you walked past him, you heard his whistle at you and say “damn mami, why don’t you come over here so i can be a man to you~”

BITCH

yoosung froze and looked at the guy angrily

you whirled around, glared at him and in a low voice said “yoosung, hold my bag”

wait what

mc what are you doing

you stormed over to the guy and socked him right in the face

wow yoosung’s never been so sh ook in his life

you started screaming, saying how that’s utterly disgusting to hear from a man and that you’ll beat the shit out of him if you he comes near you again

the guy was beginning to get frightened as he held his bruised cheek

as you walked off into yoosung’s arms, he kept praising you and telling you how badass that was

lowkey wishes he was the one who punched him instead but mc was having her moment of confidence and triumph so he let it slide

“that was so cool mc! i didn’t know you could punch like that!”

there’s a lot of things you don’t know i could do, babe

ZEN:

in celebration of getting the new role, you two decided to go out to a nice restaurant

which means you! wearing! a! dress!

this dress was a short black one with a low neckline but you loved it so you decided to wear it lol

zen loved it also so bonus ;)

as you two sat down at your table, you immediately noticed that someone was staring you down

zen hasn’t noticed since he was too busy being excited over his new role

you didn’t tell him, since you didn’t want to ruin this night with some dumb staring

however, the man that was staring at you wouldn’t stop

homeboychillthehellout

zen noticed that you were somewhat distracted so he asked you what was wrong

you were honest and told him how some dude was staring you down

zen narrowed his eyes and turned around, looking at the dude straight in the eyes and mouthed “fuck off”

the dude stopped looking at you for the rest of the night

however when you two were leaving the restuarant, he followed you and came up close to you

he placed his hands on your hips and mumbled “let me steal you away from this asshole and take you home with me”

you glared at zen, who was looking at the man so angrily

as zen was about to choke this dude to death, you held up your hand to stop him

as soon as zen stopped, you turned around

AND FUcKEd thIS DUde UP

you slapped him so hard and started screeching at him, telling him to fuck off

“i have a boyfriend and you have the audacity to put your hands on me when i belong to him?”

ZEN HAS NEVER BEEN SO PROUD????

as you pushed him away, zen was cheering you on

“go mc! show him who you belong to!”

when you walked away with your knuckles slightly bruised, you huffed and held onto zen the rest of the night

JAEHEE:

movies, movies, movies!!

you two were so excited to see the movie that zen was in

which means you were also wearing your zen merch! you were wearing a crop top (with zen’s face on it) and leggings that hugged your curves

as you two were walking around outside the theater for a little bit, you noticed that someone was looking at you and whispering to your friend

yes look at me bitch and look how hot me and my gf are

the man that was whispering decided to walk up to you and pull you close to him, mumbling how attractive you and jaehee were

that’s not what i meant

jaehee stared at him in shock and was about to say something until you pushed him off you and started telling him that was he did was completely inappropriate

“get the hell away from me and my baehee before i chop your balls off”

the man kept making advances to you and finally, you finally resorted to physical violence

which means

JUDO JAEHEE AND MC

BOY WERE YOU GRATEFUL THAT JAEHEE TAUGHT YOU JUDO

JUDO KNOW WHAT I CAN DO, DON’T TEST ME

as soon as you roundhouse kicked him, that dude was out

jaehee was so happy that you kicked him first because if she did, homeboy would’ve been ded

as soon as he was on the ground, jaehee pulled you close and asked if you were okay

you nodded and kissed her, telling her that you loved her as a reminder

jaehee.exe has crashed

JUMIN:

FA NCY REST AURA NT

FA NCY DRESS

WITH HEELS!!!!!

jumin had decided to take you out to a nice dinner and you wore a lacey red dress with black heels to kind match with jumin, who was wearing a red tie and black suit

damn mr. trust fund kid and his girl lookin flyy

when you entered the restaurant, you immediately felt a little uncomfortable

since everyone seemed to nOTICE YOU THE SECOND YOU OPENED THE DOOR

specifically this one guy who literally was drinking in your soul with his eyes

jumin sensed that something was up with you and wrapped an arm around your waist

“darling are you okay being here? you seem… tense”

you assured him that you were fine and insisted on sitting down

you had accidentally dropped your purse when you walked in so you bent down to get it

wrong move mc

the man who had been staring at you had walked by and slapped your ass, saying how “thick” you were

you never stood up so fast

and guess what

YOU THREW YOUR PURSE AT THAT FUCKER

jumin watched in surprise as you started flinging anything you could get your hands on, just to hit the guy who just catcalled you

“SLAP MY ASS ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL YOU CUT YOU AND YOUR FAMILY”

jumin never knew how agressive you could be

and it was lowkey a turn on

he lead you away from the guy to prevent you from killing him

was upset that you caused a scene but realized that it was kinda necessary because the manager heard the commotion and kicked the guy out

good job mc

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG

you two had decided to go grocery shopping since all saeyoung had was honey buddha chips and dr. pepper he wasn’t complaining though lololol

it wasn’t really date but then again it kinda was because everything you did together was considered a date

it was also really hot outside so say hello to say hello to strapless rompers :)))

the whole time you were in the store, saeyoung was complaining about the heat

“shut that mouth boi before you catch these hands”

“but it’s so hot mc!”

you were in the frozen food aisle getting hot pockets

and of course saeyoung started asking pointless questions

“will these make my pockets look hot?”

“saeyoung no”

when you opened the fridge door to get them, you heard someone say “damn lady, you sure got some cake”

saeyoung turned around to find a man about his age edging closer to you with a smirk on his face

as he opened his mouth to bitch at the guy, you turned around also and whacked the man with the box of hot pockets

“if *whack* you *whack* ever come *whack whack* near me bitch you will *whackity whack whack* catch these motherfuckin hands pervert *whack whack*”

saeyoung was laughing so loud and shoving the guy away from his mc

“go back to whatever rat hole you came from and leave me and my girlfriend alone mofo”

as soon as he left, saeyoung gently pinned you against the fridge and started kissing you, mumbling how attractive and badass you looked for rebuffing the guy’s action

rip all nearby shoppers for seeing you guys ;p

V/JIHYUN:

picnic!!

you and V had been planning this picnic for a while and since you knew it was going to be a little hot, you wore a short sundress which showed off your legs

ur nice legs lolol right V

you two were unloading your picnic basket and chattering away

as you two sat down on the grass under a tree, there was someone who was reading a book nearby

you noticed him before but didn’t think much of it. you didn’t think he’d say anything to you since he was reading

boY WERE YOU W RO NG

before you sat down, the guy started whooping near you, calling you a “lil snack”

activate V’s jealousy

he stood up to say something but you quickly shut him up by handing him your phone and one of your sandals

mc where are you going why’d you give me your sandal

with the other sandal, you made your way to the guy and

WHIPPED HIM SO HARD

OHMYGODMC

“BITCH CALL ME A SNACK ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL MAKE YOU EAT YOUR DICK. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT AS A SNACK, HUH??”

you wouldn’t stop hitting him until he started pleading mercy and V pulled you away

V was so amazed and proud he didn’t even think twice about kissing you right then and there

STAY AWAY FROM HIS MC YOU PIECE OF–

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