joji miller imagines

honey

  
joji didn't believe in love at first sight until he met you.

the first time you met was at max's birthday party, he bumped into you and spilled your drink all over you and the floor.

"i'm so sorry," you mumbled, beginning to sop up the drink off your clothes. and he wondered why you apologized, even when he was the one who spilt the drink on you.

he saw the worried look in your eyes and it made his heart hurt— he wanted to kiss the worry from your face, but he decided it would be best to start by buying you a drink.

his heart never beat this fast before, and his stomach never flipped like this before. and the way your eyes softened over the course of the night made his heart flip.

he didn't learn your name for the first few hours, he just reverted back to the way your eyes made him melt like honey.

so that's what he called you. and when he learned your name, it fit so perfectly, and he tried pairing your name with 'miller'.

it sounded ridiculous but he couldn't help himself when you made him feel the way he did.

you were perfect in every way, the way your hair fell and the way your skin gleamed in the poorly lit nightclub.

the night didn't end until 8 am, in a diner on a street in brooklyn. he had been so entranced with you, you hadn't stopped talking the entire night, all the way to pancakes in the diner.

and you were still perfect when you looked nervous on your first date with him, and still perfect when you got too drunk and threw up in his bathroom the next morning.

and whenever you were apart, and joji let his mind wonder, there were many nights he needed to take cold showers in an attempt to cleanse the dirty thoughts from his mind about what he wanted to do to you.

you were just perfect. and he continued to call you honey, just because it fit so perfectly, it matched your warm eyes and your warm skin.

he wondered if you tasted like honey, too.

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you had fallen in love as soon as you looked up into jojis eyes.

you couldn't tell if it was the nightclubs atmosphere or the alcohol, but your stomach flipped everytime joji looked at you.

and you were blown away with the way he made you feel, and everytime you were apart, you would think about how he made your stomach flip and everything would be okay.

this feeling continued all the way through the first date, and through throwing up jack daniels in his bathroom.

and maybe you fell for him when he held your hair without question, or maybe it was when he wiped the remaining spit from your lips, or maybe it was when he brought you to the bar bathroom, hoisted you over the sink and made you feel so good you left on wobbly legs.

true love was something you had decided you would never have, and then you met him, and your world got flipped on it's head.

and everytime you asked the necessary question "what are we?" and joji would just grin and reply back with "in love."

you were both so so young, wrapped up in a whirlwind of love, nothing else mattered when you two were together, it was y/n and joji against the world.

and whenever you were together, it felt like it was you and him on top of the world, and nothing else mattered.

so after a few too many drinks one night, when he asked you to marry him; the obvious answer was yes!

so then you quickly moved in with him, and it was perfect. everyday felt like a fairytale to the both of you, and it was heaven on earth.

everyone always made fun of you two, because keeping your hands of each other seemed literally impossible.

but then, joji got scared about commitment.

and then, joji left.

and he left right out the front door, leaving you sobbing on the hallway floor, begging him to stay.

he left you in a house where everything reminded you of him, the furniture you bought together, the mugs in the kitchen you had your morning coffee in.

but you couldn't bring yourself to move apartments, or take your ring off. because it hurt too much to, to destroy every memory of him you had left.

and even when you stripped your apartment bare, changed all the furniture and finally took off your ring, he was still in your mind, still stuck in your memories, fantasies and dreams.

and just when you thought you had lost everything you had of him, you found out you were pregnant.

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you sat on the bathtub ledge with tears streaming down your face, holding the third positive pregnancy test you had taken tonight.

you were frozen, sure you and joji were quite sexually active, but you used condoms! all the time! well.. except jojis birthday.

and you grabbed your phone, dialing the number you had memorized back to front and squeezed your eyes shut, hearing the annoying ringing through the phone.

then suddenly, "what." he spat through the phone, and your heart sped up hearing his voice.

"joj, c-can you come over? i think i'm--" and before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

"i told you to never call me again. goodbye." he said cooly, "joj--" you tried to protest but he hung up, and your heart sunk.

and you tried to call him again, but he blocked your number and all your social media, ian, max, kat, and brian did the same.

you sat your phone down next you and sighed, wiping your eyes. you did this to your self, you let yourself stupidly fall in love, with someone who you knew would leave, just like everyone else did.

and you stood up shakily, pulling up your shirt, which definitely was jojis, and you brushed your hand over your stomach.

there was a baby in there?

maybe you could do this, maybe you could do it all by yourself. so you decided you could. and you did.

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ok hey!!

idk what this is, bc i kinda just started writing and let it go crazy so i hope you like it!!

anyways i'll definitely be updating this weekend once my dance competitions are over! i'm really excited to write again for you.

IM SO CLOSE TO 100K!! WHAT THE FUCK??

i love you!! so much!!! omfg!!

all the love, xx

-L.L