😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest

Okay, horror movies weren’t that scary. Sure there was gore, blood, demons and such but, nothing to bad. Yoko hadn’t even bothered to look what she had blinded picked while opening her beer one handed. It wasn’t until a laugh at the beginning of the movies did she stop and look.

Fuck her.

It had cl o w n s. If there was one thing Yoko couldn’t stand, it was clowns. It was the most stereotypical phobia for people her age to have and she hated that it was her weakness. It wasn’t only a weakness, but a weakness she really didn’t want Mariku to know about. She tried to stuff down her nerves and watch the movie. It’d be fine. Probably a terrible film with cheap make up and cheap scares. Ha! Yeah, no problem...no problem at all, right?

Twenty minutes in she was huddled so close to his side she could have been a conjoined twin. 

Two jump scares later and she was somehow in his lap “hiding” from the film by gripping his shirt and pressing her face against the fabric like it’d somehow protect her from the fucking clown on the television. She’d feel shame if she wasn’t petrified. She didn’t scream right before that either, nope. Yoko didn’t scream. Especially not like a little girl. 

Send (‿!‿) ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ) to grab my muse’s butt

She knew yoga pants were terrible. The moment she put them on she felt so comfortable and easy going. They were like a second skin. But, there was always a catch. She turned, fist pulled and ready to deck whoever had managed to touch her ass without permission. 

She cracked whoever it was in the nose. She would have been proud, except she saw who it was. All that managed to do was make her flustered. 

She felt him slump a few moments ago, but was more focused on the terrible horror film on the television, complete with a man being sawed in half by a car that hadn’t stopped. These sort of films were her guilty pleasures, she loved watching movies with heavy gore and violence, even if said movies were bad with awful effects.  

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“...Well, I’d say I’m sorry I have to do this but, let’s be real. I’m not sorry,” Yoko leaps and grabs him, using her weight and force to bring him to the ground. Once she does, she just starts punching his face, over and over. She has a look in her eyes whenever a hit lands properly, a look like a wild animal maiming captured prey.