#nozous

[hwxyng-blog]

I have to run bc i have classes today!!! also bc im avoiding some bully. c: bye!

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@nozous

[mnjxe-blog]

“Either give me your hand,            or end it now, and put us both out of our misery”  ― Judith McNaught, Paradise 

@nozous

[fcknmj-blog]

Protect, » :

protect: my character keeps yours safe from harm. 

mj wasn’t sure what it was about halloween, but the day seemed to make people go crazy. this year, there had been a huge trend of trashing stores, and as he approached the store that yena worked in, he noticed that it had been a recent target. as he saw the people moving frantically inside, mj picked up the pace and ran over, filled with concern. as he approached the door, he saw the perpetrator fighting with yena, pushing her away from him as he attempted to trash her store. “yah!” mj called out, landing a punch on the guy the second his head was turned. it cause him to stumble back, completely surprised by the sudden attack. mj grabbed the guy’s collar, essentially dragging him out of the store and pushing him onto the street, watching with a glare as they stared each other down, the stranger eventually running off. mj let out a sigh, turning back into the store and seeing the mess everywhere. he looked at yena, who seemed shaken. “you okay?” he asked.

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours

mj was clearly older, his face beginning to soften in some places, but his attitude and behaviour was still as normal as ever. of course, he looked like a completely different person in the moment, wearing a smile as he bounced a toddler on his lap. “do you think your eomma has finished with dinner?” he asked in a baby voice that he would have usually cringed at. since having a niece, though, he found himself doing it a lot. mj stood up with the girl in his arms, placing her on his hip and walking to the kitchen, leaning against the frame and watching yena rush around with oven gloves on. “the baby is hungry.” mj pouted, pausing. “oh, and so is your daughter.” he joked, referring to himself as the baby, and finding it way funnier than it was. chuckling, he headed off to the dining room to place the girl in her chair before going back to the kitchen to help yena with the food. “thanks for inviting me over.” he said with genuine gratitude. 

[mnjxe-blog]

“I’m pregnant”

          The moment the words leave her lips, Connor laughs. Why would she say such thing in the middle of the meal, right? It makes him shove a spoonful of rice into his mouth, fighting back the rest of his laughter. He doesn't take her seriously. Instead, he shakes his head and ignores Yena for a second as he continues to eat but she stops eating and looks rather serious. “What? Come on, Yena. Stop fucking with me, will you? Are you just saying this to get another penguin plush? Alright, alright. I'll get you another one tomorrow.” But her facial expression didn't change. He places his spoon down and drinks water before he addresses the situation properly. “Okay. Tell me again. What did you say?” Yena repeats the two words that make Connor stand up. He walks over to Yena's direction and hugs her from behind. “We didn't plan this but don't worry, it looks like I won't be calling you tiny human after nine months.”

[fcknmj-blog]

☹◈✑ヅ

☹ my muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

usually, mj would be damned if he ever let someone see him cry. he was a very proud person, and showing he felt actual emotions just made him uncomfortable and vulnerable. but, right now, he didn’t care. with his hand on the door handle, mj stood there for a few moments before he was brave enough to open the door and see yena lying in the hospital bed. he was slightly thankful for the fact his eyes were too blurry to see her properly. her condition was painful to see, but he couldn’t possible imagine how she was feeling. “hey, kid.” he said, softly lowering himself into the chair beside her bed and taking her hand at the same time. “you know, i think this is the first time i’ve ever looked prettier than you.” mj joked, laughing softly. the smile lasted seconds, soon morphing into an expression of pain as he sobbed. mj had to take a few moments to compose himself. “so, the uh… the doctors said this might be the last time i’ll get to visit you.” he choked. mj reached into his bag, pulling out his laptop and a dvd. “i brought this.” he said, showing her the cover of the box. “remember how we used to watch this all the time when we were kids? i thought it would be nice.” he nodded, placing the dvd into the laptop and doing literally anything else to keep his mind away from crying. after he had set it up and put it onto the table, he leaned back in the chair again, hand wrapped around his sister’s. “i love you, you know.” he whispered. “i’ve made mistakes, but i love you. no matter what. i want you to remember that.” tears were falling again, but he didn’t care. he carefully leaned forward, gently kissing yena on the forehead. “and i’m always going to be here. i promise.”

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

mj grew hesitant as he got closer to his front door, seeing someone sat on the ground in front of it. in the darkness of the night, it was difficult to make out if he recognised them or not, so his mind was quick to assume it was simply a homeless person. “hey, buddy, i don’t have any cash but i’d like to get into my apartment.” he called out to the stranger as he got closer. being a few steps away, he was finally able to see the other’s face under the street light. he recognised her, of course, but it was difficult to do so with all of the blood and bruises coating her skin. “yena?” he dropped to her level, taking her face gently and inspecting it in panic. “what the fuck happened to you, who did this shit?” he asked, beginning to get angry. her head was lulling and her body was slumped and unresponsive, although she was clearly awake. her weak state made him panic even more, mj raced to unlock and open his door, picking yena up quickly and taking her inside. he layed her on his couch, able to see the damage properly in the light of his apartment. “fuck.” he yelled, kicking the wall in both anger and panic. running his hands through his hair, he watched her lay there, completely out of it, before rushing to get his first aid kit. mj knelt beside her, sorting through the stuff he needed to patch her up. “whoever fucking did this to you,” he spoke, his voice laced with venom. “i’m going to fucking kill them.”

✑ my muses daily routine

as his eyes fluttered open, he almost jumped with how close his face was to someone else’s. he sat up in bed with a groan, head pulsating as an effect from the heavy drinking the night before. the stranger beside him had yet to wake up, an so an opportunity presented itself. he quickly threw on his clothes and got up quietly, heading for her handbag sat in the corner of the room. as quiet of possible, he sorted through it for her purse, taking all of the cash out of it and pocketing it. the girl did nothing but roll over in this time, so mj took this time to take off, swiping a necklace from her desk on the way out. as soon as the fresh air hit his face, he was lighting up a cigarette and trying to get his bearings. luckily, his apartment was just around the corner, so he would be able to get to work on time. it took about an hour to freshen up and head out to the bar he worked in. working at a bar was ideal for mj, as a great talker, he definitely earned his fair share of tips. plus, he wasn’t above day drinking, especially when it was free. when it came to the end of his shift, he simply left one bar to go to another, then another, and probably another, until the day repeats. 

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

“fuck.” mj cursed, hand wrapped around the bars of the jail. the place was tiny, with three people trapped inside, him and yena included. he had been in jail a fair amount of times, and there was nothing mj hated more. the small space, the dirt, the cold, the strangers. it wasn’t even him being prissy, he just really hated everything about it. not only was he angry, but the fact he was in jail just made it worse. “this is why i don’t let you help me.” he yelled, glaring in yena’s direction. he leaned closer to her, whispering manically. “you’re a terrible thief!” had it been mj alone, he probably wouldn’t be here. to be honest, it was probably his own fault for letting anyone else get involved. or maybe it was his fault, and his ego was just making him blind. he didn’t really care at this point, finding it a lot easier to take it out on yena instead. robbing a convenience store wasn’t meant to be that hard, and yet they still ended up in handcuffs, to probably be kept here all night. “fuck!” he yelled in anguish, shaking and kicking at the bars, running a hand through his hair. 

[mnjxe-blog]

⁇ @ ♀ #

“⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ ✉️ →tiny human.] ↳ imissyuo↳ p l ease dont go↳ i really mssuoy

“@” for a SCARED text.

[ ✉️ →tiny human.] ↳ where the fuck are you, yena??↳ I went to your place and your school↳ I even went to your work↳ WHERE THE HELL ON EARTH ARE YOU!!!!!!

“♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

[ ✉️ →tiny human.] ↳ it’s not easy for me to tell you how I feel. Not because they’re not real but because I’m scared I would lose you. I lost Miyoung before and it hurt like hell. But you keep pushing me on the edge and I have nowhere to go. I’m jumping on my own not because I don’t care about you but because I need you to know I’d rather regret this my whole life than lose you completely.↳ sorry, yena.↳ i’m going back to australia today.

“#” for a RANDOM text.

[ ✉️ →tiny human.] ↳ did you feed adore today??↳ i know your life is a mess but make sure adore’s life isn’t.