"We shouldn't be doing this, Joji." I tried to reason, but my words held no weight. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling my body down to his so I was now straddling his hips. He gave a pleased smile as he pulled the straps of my top down my shoulders. "You're mine, remember?" He mumbled, sitting up just enough to scatter hot kisses on my neck and I knew I was done for. ~COMPLETE~

Poorly written story about a YouTube creator!

Let's pretend Reading Fest 2020 wasn't cancelled, and George Miller made the trip to the heaven of concerts even more interesting. ~ fluff ~ language This is my first fanfic/book, enjoy ^^

You are a normal girl, with a good and amazing past, Well that's what everyone thinks... You live in a small apartment but with big dreams. The only thing stopping you is the boy next door. He makes too much noise and sometimes it affects you more than it should. But who is this... The boy next door? You went to Harvard and thought "I will be big!" In the end. You work in a store and your only friend... Is Paper Towns, the book. (Look, dude, I wrote this back in middle school. Stop catching my mistakes and just read it for fun or get out. Also please don't show this to Joji, I lost all my dignity writing this story anyway) (UPDATE UPDATE YO I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO HOLY SHITTT Just a few days ago I got to see Joji in concert and I am absolutely in love with that man. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk)

Basically you run into Joji after just moving to NY and you don't know who tf he is, but after getting to know each other he offers to take you to see some shit in NY!!!!

Scrapped chapters, outtakes, extras from different POVs, fun facts, and more

"You drink too much. It won't drown your demons y'know." "I know. I'm just trying to drown you out."

Just a (bad) fanfic about you and Joji because I haven't seen many. *Only set as mature because there is only a little bit of smut.*

You randomly get a text from a stranger. I wonder who it is. discontinued

I keep his music on repeat. I can't help but want to listen to his voice. It's like honey dripping down my throat and soothing my stomach. The raw emotions poured into his music reflects him. The honey in my belly melts once it hears his voice playing. So sweet and so sticky. One thing I learned is that bees make sweet and supple honey, yet they sting.