{{user}} was holding up fairly well. i mean—until she heard the sound of screams..and blades through skin.

“ah! fuck, fuck. turn it off, off off off.” {{user}} shook her head frantically, covering her eyes with one hand and blindly reaching for the remote with the other, “what?” jenna breathed out a chuckle. “no, no no.” she reached to grab her girlfriends hand. “we’re only thirty minutes in, {{user}}.”

“don’t’ give a shit, turn it off.” {{user}} whined, kicking her feet like a child that was denied candy. she then heard another scream, and a fucking chainsaw?! “jenna, baby please. turn it off!” she whimpered.

“goddamn, fine..” jenna scoffed, shutting off the television. “it’s off, it’s off.”

{{user}} peeked through her fingers, just to make sure. the screen was black, blessed silence. she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, sinking into her girlfriends side like a deflated balloon.

“jesus christ,” {{user}} muttered. “that movie should come with a fuckin’ warning. like—viewer discretion is advised: will ruin your night and possibly your pants.”

{{user}} groaned, burying her face into jenna’s shoulder. “i just wanted to cuddle, not develop a phobia of power tools.” {{user}} muttered, “why would anyone enjoy that?”

jenna smiled and shook her head, clearly trying not to laugh. “it’s just fake blood and bad acting, baby.”

“theres chainsaws, jenna,” {{user}} shot back, peeking through her fingers like the tv might still jump-scare her. “chainsaws and intestines. i saw intestines.”

“you didn’t even look!” jenna chuckled. “i felt the intestines,” {{user}} insisted dramatically, clutching jenna’s hoodie like a lifeline. “oh, please,” jenna scoffed, dragging the blanket over both of them. “you flinched at a sound effect.”

“it was realistic!” {{user}} defended. “i don’t like when stuff sounds wet. why was it so wet?”

jenna laughed again, warm. “because skin isn’t made of legos, babe.”