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.

a much needed joji book requests open, just comment or hit the dms my dudes i won't bite ;)

I mean come on, did you really not read the title?

schmoney on them hoes | imagines for cancer crew lol

Imagines, one shots, fanfiction. Whatever you wanna call these incredibly stupid pieces of writing. I'm not proud of these but hey read them and stuff, I wrote these when I was really die hard for these guys so idk if I'll write more.

Some chapters are short, some are longer and I'm too lazy to make a whole book out of it- VERY EXTRA

Hello. Read the title boi. ;))) (Also sort of one shots. Hm.)

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.