Juno - Blog Posts
it's as if he knows to sense the laughter before the sound hits his ears , loud and strong and vivid enough to cut through the life that pulses through the loft. she's always had a way of demanding attention — even from him , even right now — and perhaps that's why they fall into this tug of war : one where she tries to move close and he tries to pull away. it shouldn't bother him , but it does ( she'd like that , wouldn't she ? ) , and he lets his eyes flutter shut as her head falls beside his. he doesn't laugh at her little explanation , just lets out a huff with no definite meaning. " feelin' generous tonight , or did the jungle juice just fuck you up that bad? " naji shifts his weight just slightly , barely a movement at all , like it’s enough to put a barrier between them — even though he knows she'll break it , same as always. he's one to talk with the way the liquor is clouding up his brain already , making him a little less resistant to her casual audacity , fingers tightening around the cigarette as she leans close. naji's pulse quickens — he hates that it does — and he freezes up , like the creature carved out of stone like everyone else makes him out to be. the weight of the tin falls heavy in his pocket , his voice suddenly drying his throat . it drops low , a harsh murmur for just the two of them , barely loud enough to hear over the music. " guess i'm your second charity case of the night. " without waiting for a response, his fingers slip further into his pocket, feeling the cool, familiar shape of the tin. it doesn't rattle the same way it should , and his curiosity finally lets his gaze slide over to find the outline of her face beside him. " do i open it now , or when i get home? "
avoid her gaze, and she’ll only want it more. a masochist, no doubt. words sting, sure, but they’re far more amusing when delivered by someone who usually seems so silent and stoic. it’s as if she has the wicked ability to reach into his insides, twisting his nerves whenever she wants … and, staring at the side of his face, she wants now. shoes, right. she forces her eyes away from him, if only briefly, glancing down at her feet before bursting into belly - aching laughter — a big, thunderous sound that could surely be heard over the pounding music. “ i told this girl that my heels were so fuckin’ uncomfortable, ” juno leans against the same wall as him, slowly encroaching on his territory, “ and she said that, if i wasn’t gonna use them, i should give them to her instead. funny. ” there’s a brief pause as her amusement dies down, only a few weak chuckles left as evidence of its existence. head rolls back, joining the pair in their rest with a bang. “ well, now that you’ve had your fun stabbing me a little, ” she nudges naji’s leg with one of the victims of the earlier robbery, hand sticking inside her enormous coat to retrieve her debt’s payment — feeling like she’s holding her heart between shaky fingers. she infiltrates one of his pockets and buries it in there. deep. a secret. unable — or unwilling — to witness his reaction, for whatever reason. “ got you something. use ‘em wisely. ”
he noticed the staring long ago. how could he not ? it's as brazen as everything else the woman does — sharp , like a silent dare , a challenge in the air like she's looking just to see if he'll offer his gaze back. ( he doesn't. ) instead , naji ignores her for the time being , shadow falling behind flickering lights , half - swallowed by the dark and half - swathed in neon pink. a cigarette burns low between his fingers — should he go outside ? he's deciding — but it does nothing to fight the perpetual scowl that is twisted onto his lips , even as he lifts it up again to take a drag. he's got an air about him that screams leave me alone , and , on a normal day , most people catch on quick. ( it is important to note , then , that he knows juno zhang is not 'most people'. ) her gaze sticks like static , and so does his bleary memory of last night , the wild woman on his doorstep and asking to stay like he's her last resort. less than twenty - four hours ago was when naji learned he can't say no to her , and , already it's proving to make things difficult. he knows this even as she approaches , brash and barefoot , bringing all her wit and audacity with her. the scowl twists deeper at her tone , eyebrows knitting together. the teasing otherwise rolls off his shoulders , but it does something strange , somewhere deep , just enough to make him wonder why she cares to notice what he's doing at all. his eyes fixate somewhere to her left , and he leans back further agains the wall. don't look chaos in the eye , that's not good for you. " hmm. " a noncommital grunt , like he isn't buying into her taunt. " where the fuck did you leave your shoes ? " he pauses again. " you wanna talk about being 'lost', yeah? " the implications of that are clear , but he's not insolent enough to bring up the night before. " or just here for a cigarette ? "
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄, @najiikarim ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : major's stinky loft.
the loud and shitty music blasting from the janky speakers and sweaty bodies slamming against her absurdly furry exterior aren’t enough to pull her stabbing gaze away from him ; meticulous examination made all the more obvious by the haze coating her inebriated brain. yes, juno’s never been — and never will be — someone who’s subtle ( because fuck that ), but right now, she’s doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she’s been staring, staring and staring some more. he seems lonely. he saved you last night. just move. and, like everything she ever does in life, she follows the first impulse that jerks at her bruised heart. wants to thank him, needs to — it’s been a gnawing itch that she hasn’t been able to scratch since stepping out of his home this morning. the altoids tin box that she filled with four hand - rolled joints burning her pocket, a symbol of unspoken gratitude. she can’t stomach the thought of not repaying him ... for some reason. kindness for the sake of being kind is a myth, after all. naked feet — she ditched her heels a while back and didn’t bother looking for them — carry her toward him in all of her messy glory, an inevitable curse. excitement pulses through her veins; this is the closest her prying eyes have been to him the entire night. what a thrill. “ lookin’ a little lost there … ” she says, not meaning to mock, but her words still have a sharp edge to them. “ never been to a party before, roadie ? no one’s gonna jump you. ”
holy shit it’s GIRLIEPOP
featuring BABY JUNOOOOOOO
I’ve honestly got nothing to say for this, blame my friend
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I am not immune to transmasc Juno MacGuff propaganda.
"You will become a symbol to those who survive. Hope. Knowledge. Determination. You will inspire them to rebuild, to thrive once more. ... For now, you must follow."
