"hello, george." "i go by joji." "i like george better." [...] will joji's dorky self work up the courage to ask his popular crush out?

A story about you and Joji, I swear it's not trash Warning btw -smut -language -satire -S M U T

City life loses it's novelty after months of dwelling on the past, getting drunk for no good reason and watching your social life dwindle. Things wouldn't be so bad if you had somebody there to guide you through the dark. (This is my first fic in a veeeery long time, please understand i'm very out of practice with my writing skills. Also i apologise for a lame description, i'm terrible at summarising things.)

joji miller, also known as george, is a timid- roughly 5'8 man who despises nearly everyone in new york. well, with the exception of her, anyway.

ana is a groupie for one of the biggest bands of the time, and for some reason, though the entire band is pining after her, she's after the keyboard player with thick thighs and a winning smile.

nothing's that bad if it feels good

I tried. Kinda hard.

"私はあなたを愛している〜" "What?" • • a joji miller fanfic. Joji x fem!reader ©AntiSocialSociaIClub enjoy my crappy writing. will be on hiatus till further notice.

© Sarah Ramos 2017

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.