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.

❝ our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose ❞ or venus loves a murderer

"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?

what happens when Ian is watching a filthyfrank video and he finds out that he actually finds joji really sexy!! can he keep it a secret?? find out! "Tragic but beautiful." -New York Times "Breathtakingly compelling." -Los Angeles Times

*is it fluff or not i dont know find out next episode

eventual smut

//suggestive fluff fic It's weird what a man can do to you wearing skin tight morph suits especially when it rains.

The lanky boy with glasses walks up to Joji awkwardly. "What's your favourite album in the entire store?"

"I was fascinated by his words, but where we really met was in the silence behind them."

I'm gonna be franks wit'cha. Its just fucking. Basically, each chapter is me throwing you into some fucked up scenario with the boise that I some how managed to conjure up. THIS IS CURRENTLY UNDER GOING REVISION AND EDITING. UPDATES WILL BE SPOTTY. Even more so than they already are.