Late Night ( Joji Miller / Reader fanfic )
I tried
I keep this posted for shits and giggles. This entire story is a trauma block. Wrote it when I was 12.
"Is that why she always loved the rain?" 「 Rain- the symbolism humans depict as sadness, darkness, the feeling of discontent and depression 」 "it's my fault wasn't it"
"so basically, you've been here longer than I have, I just need a good job that pays really well. you know anything" I asked him quietly. "well there is this one thing.." max said smiling.
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.
Just a Joji Miller x Reader fanfiction. Max and Ian are also in that story. Smut ya horny cunts phahaah
. she's so nice she's so nice she lets me use her body. ~ [ warning: some chapters start with explicit gifs. don't like them? don't look at them. ]
"I hear a knock on my window and I turned around to see Joji. I wiped my tears away and smiled. "Joji!" I whispered walking up to him opening the window. "Hey are you ok? You didn't come outside today like you did a couple of weeks ago. I missed you!" He said. I blushed a bit. "Same... But I don't think it's good if w...
They're just another pair of best friends who didn't confess until they hit rock bottom.
because there's always an "end" to every single game of pretend. ps. written in wannabe aesthetic style.