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I Missed You, George!

A Joji fanfic because there’s not a lot on tumblr, it makes me sad.

Here I am celebrating the release of Joji’s New Album.

Themes: Smut ; LDR ; Break Up ; 18+

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This is how our relationship ended.

“This is not working anymore. I’m sorry, Y/N. This is too much for me.” He said, hurtful yet filled with sorrow.

His thumb gently touching my arm as if to comfort me with this news. Shocked is one way to put it. I tried my best not to let my jaw hang along with the tears that started to stream down my face. It was so sudden. I was so confused. We were doing so good but ever since i shared my thoughts about wanting to go back to my home country, he seemed so bothered by it although he did try to hide it. But it was just a thought, I definitely would push that thought aside if he asked me to.

“Why are you being like this? Did I do something wrong? Am I not enough?”

“Of course, you’re enough! But I just can’t right now.”

Feeling my eyes burn from this, I pushed his hand away from my arms lightly and immediately wiped my tears away.

“Y-yeah, no, you wouldn’t even tell me why? I-I don’t deserve this, George.” I stood up and left his apartment.

Few messages were sent asking how I was, after answering coldly a few times, the messages eventually stopped coming in.

I figured, of course, he’s this world renowned musician, he had probably moved on. Besides, with his status, he could easily get whoever he wanted. I don’t even know how he liked me in the beginning. Im not the model type. I look like an average girl. I am an average girl. I am a nobody. Why did he make me feel this way only to break up with me without an explanation? My body is far from perfect but the way he touched and kissed and looked at me felt like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. But I guess, I was just a chapter in his life, and he was ready to turn to the next page.

————— one year and three months pass

“—the Japanese-Australian singer, Joji is finally coming here this coming Monday for his much awaited concert! Oh, I’m so excited for this!” says the local celebrity news caster on the tv.

I gasped. Joji knew where my home country was. We’ve talked so much about my culture and my family and he knew how much I missed them when I was in the US. The concert’s in a few days and although I have no intention of watching, I did think about how it would be like to be with him again. To touch him and kiss him. To cuddle and smell him again.

I miss you so much, George. You have no idea.

I miss you so much that it tears me up every time I would think about the pretty moments we shared. I remember everything. Even sitting on your lap and helping you shave, taking hot baths together when you’d come home to me tired from making music. Making you try a new recipe i made and you loving every dish because you’re such a foodie. Coming home and immediately laying almost on top of me in the couch, resting your chin on my chest, looking up at me with a pout and me kissing the pout away. I just wanna lay right by your side again, Joj.

*ding*

I checked my phone as I escape my thoughts of Joji. And— wait! Oh my God! No way!

Hey, Y/N! I heard you’re in (Y/country), come say hi to an old friend. I miss you.

A whole 15 minutes go by just thinking of a cool way to answer this. Of course, there’s nothing else I want in this world but to see you again, Joji but I must be cool and not look like a complete idiot puppy.

We set up the specifics and decided to meet at the hotel he’s staying at for dinner. The dinner will be served inside his hotel room to avoid getting seen by other people. He can’t have bad press or rumors now, he says. It made me sad but I know how fragile his mental health gets and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I had no right to.

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The pressure of choosing what to wear and how to present myself after over a year of not seeing Joji is intense. I put on a comfortable A-line dress, Sandals and some light make up. I don’t wanna seem like I put too much effort. Besides, things are over between us, right?

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1702. I knocked at his hotel room door and it didn’t take long until he opened the door. As the door opens, I put on a smile to maybe mask the nervousness I feel inside.

“Hey, Y/N!” He immediately envelops me in a tight hug, pulling me up slightly. I missed your scent, my georgie.

“I missed you too, Y/N. Even if you don’t want to say it.” Joji says smiling at me. He looked happy. It broke me a little seeing his smile because it’s probably not because of me.

“I missed you, Georgie!” I said passing him the bottle of wine I brought with me.

“Oooh, wine! You’re a changed woman now, Y/N. This used to be a bottle of tequila and cheap weed.”

I laughed as I sat in his bed.

“I love your new music, Joj. I’m so proud of you.” I stood up connecting my phone to the Bose Bluetooth Speaker in front of the TV.

I played “Ew” off of his new album.

“This is my personal favorite.” I look back at him, he nods as he sits on the end of the bed. He looked different, his face more serious.

Ooh, teach me to love just to let me go..

I sit beside Joji.

“How have you been, y/n?”

I froze a little seeing how serious he was and just like how I deal with stressful circumstances, I decide to act playful.

“Miserable without you!” I laughed slightly punching his shoulder. Well, this is awkward. But Joji, It was the truth.

While looking at the floor, a smile creeps up his face and says “Same.” He looks at me straight in the eyes, i avoided his stare and looked at the floor. My smile almost disappearing.

“Wanna order some food?” I said,

“What I want is to kiss you, Y/N.”

I feel my cheeks start to burn as I look back at him. Are we in a movie? I’m pretty sure this happens only in movies. Yes, George. I want to kiss you. I want more than just to kiss you.

I met his eyes and seeing his face look so tired and sad and lonely all of a sudden, I leaned in and kissed him.

Joji’s kisses were always deep, there’s a pull to them. Hard but gentle. Sensual and sweet. The kiss was slow. I held his face and his hands were on my waists.

He starts to go down on my neck. He felt so hungry. And like before, he didn’t care about what people would say if he marks his territory. His hands slipped inside my dress and he’s groping my thighs. My hands entangled in his hair. He gives a low groan as he pulls me to sit on his lap.

Oh, how I’ve missed this.

As Im Starting to feel myself well up and I feel George’s hands start to pull on my dress, I let him take it off of me. This leaves me in my bra and underwear. I stood up, and took his hands to motion him to stand too. I undressed him. And I kiss him again as I trace all of my favorite tattoos on him. I push him lightly to sit on the bed and knelt down in front of him.

I felt the hunger. This is really happening.

I stroked his hard member slowly and looked up at him. He’s looking down at me with those sleepy looking eyes. He grabbed my hair and pushed me on his throbbing cock.

I sucked on his cock like it was the end of the world. Between his moans and groans, i feel his hips move up and his hand on my head push me down until I could no longer handle his length. Seeing his legs twitch a little, I stopped.

I stood up. His eyes following my every movement. I looked at him too, just wanting him inside me. I took off my bra, took his hands and made him pull my panties down. I straddled him, kissing his lips and neck. Gently biting his ear when he’s busy with my breasts, feeling the tip of his hard cock poking my belly button.

“I’m so fucking wet, Joji.”

“Mmhm..” He says.

“I want you inside me, now.”

He stops licking and kissing my breasts and flips me on the bed until he’s on top of me.

“I missed you so much, baby.” he says as he trails kisses on my body. I let out a moan as his tongue reaches my clit. I grabbed the sheet with my left hand and put my hand on his head while he eats me.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good, baby!” I let out as i am running out of breath. My hips rotate along with his tongue on my clit. Pushing his head down as if there were still space to fill. He fingers me as he continuously ears me. He growls at my wetness. I moan louder and breathe heavier. I start to reach my climax, shaking as he licks me. He suddenly stops and that made me open my eyes and say “What the fuck, bitch?” He laughs. I notice his mouth and nose glistening from my wetness. He bends down and kisses me.

I break the kiss to say, “Please, Joji. Put your dick in me!” I plead.

“Yes, your majesty.” He chuckles then positions his dick at my entrance. He looks at me and kisses me as he enters me. I moan in between the kisses as he plays with my nipples with his fingers. He growls as his pace quickens.

“Yes, baby!” I let out. He grabs my arm and makes me turn around and be on my knees. My upper body and face on the sheets. Moans and groans fill the air. His grip on my hips are hard, the type where it might leave a bruise after but it’s fine because his dick was divine. It was worth the wait.

He grabs both of my arms as he fucks me senseless. I am now kneeling but my body is against his. I hear his growls. “Fuck, Y/N.” His pace starts to get sloppy. I moan out of pure satisfaction. “I’m so close, baby.” And As i said that, i started shaking. My hand on his nape as he palms by breast. As I moan, he starts groaning and with this I felt his hot cum shoot up inside me and start to drip down my inner thighs.

I turn around, we’re both out of breath. I give him a peck on the lips. His hands on my butt.

“I still love you, Joji.” I said breathlessly.

He didn’t reply. He looked at me deeply, but sad. I figured, Maybe he really doesn’t want me the way I wanted him. Saddened, I got up and cleaned myself in the bathroom. I came out and I see him laying under the sheets and just before I grab the first item of clothing, he says,

“Come here, Y/N.”

I went to the bed and hugged him. I rested my head on his chest.

“I’m sorry I broke up with you. Its just that when you said you wanted to go back home, I didn’t want to be the reason for you to stay. I know how much it killed you being away from your family.”

So that was the reason.

“But you were my family too, Joji. Still is. And maybe, you’re right. I would’ve stayed there with you but at least I wouldn’t suffer losing you.” I look at Joji with tears in my eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you more, George.”

“Can we try again?

I laugh at his words. He wipes my tears away. I kiss him again.

“As long as you give me tickets to your show tomorrow.” I giggle.

“Fuck you!” He says in between his laughter as he gets up and lights a cigarette.

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Hope you like my first fic!

Ps. I used “Ew” for the storyline, alright?

Feel free to let me know about your thoughts.

❤️

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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i really miss you, come back soon. 🤍

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx

Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

HWTR:

HWTR to doing something outdoorsy x

HWTR to hurting you x

HWTR to having a Hispanic/Latina girlfriend x

HWTR to Having A Spa Day x

HWTR to someone flirting with you x

HWTR to you being really good at playing piano x

HWTR to you saying something bold in a video x

Joji:

“I hate you” x

Joji smut x

Car Sex x

Arguing with reader x

Period x

Bad Dream x

Mine x

Movie Night x

“She’s Mine” song preference x

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” x

“It’s Kinda Distracting…” x

Getting High x

Ian:

Accidental x

Blurbs:

Blurb #25- Joji x

Blurb #29- Max x

Blurb #34- Joji x

Blurb #36- Joji x

Blurb #28- Ian x

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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i still love him

angst

trigger warning: cursing?

prompt: a year after joji and you ended your relationship

masterlist

picture this;

You didn’t want to end up like this. You always imagined a better life for yourself. A life with him. But you two were going in different directions. You never had any time for each other. So you two mutually decided to split, well that’s what Joji thought. But that was a year ago when you started your surgical internship and he officially began his music career. You both were supportive of each other, you always had been. You dated for two years before the split. And those were the best two years of your life.

You stroll down the aisle of Japanese Mart in Soho. You used to go there with Joji all the time. But this time it felt different. You brushed off the feeling as you browsed the aisles. You grabbed a few cups of ramen. Your internship was hard and you didn’t have a lot of time to cook for yourself. You remember how Joji used to cook for you. You shake your head. There was no point in remembering the past.

You went to the snack aisle. You grabbed two boxes of your favorite pocky, some gummies, two bags of ramune candy, and a bag of green tea kit kats. You kept looking at other products. You kept walking and you make your way to the beauty products. With help from someone who works there, you grab a few facemasks. You decided to go through the aisles once again, just for the sake of being thorough.

There you see a face you thought you wouldn’t see. Not for a while longer. You do a 180 and walked in the other direction. Thoughts filled your mind. You hoped that he didn’t notice you. You hadn’t thought about seeing him. For the first few weeks after your break up you two would still talk. Friendly, light-hearted conversations almost every day. After three months you unfollowed him on twitter and instagram, he returned the favor. You rarely checked facebook anymore but that was the one place where you didn’t unfollow him.

“Y/N?” He called out. You took a deep breath and turned around from the shelf that you were just staring at, while you were lost in your thoughts. You plastered a fake smile as you greeted him. “Hey, Joji. H-how are you?” You sound monotone and you cringe internally.

He looks more tired. You’re inclined to ask him about it but completely dismiss the thought. You have an urge to ask if he misses you, or something along the lines of that. “I’m doing pretty good. What about you?” “Exhausted but it’s whatever.” You say still unsure of your current feelings. An uneasy silence fills the empty store.

Finally, you speak up, “I didn’t expect to see you today.” “Oh, well I was just grabbing a few things for tonight. I didn’t expect to see you either. I thought you moved to Boston.” “I, uh, actually never took the job in Boston. I decided to stay here, but I love it here which is good.” Correction, you loved it here.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I know Boston was your top choice, but I’m glad that you’re happy.” You quickly change the subject, “So what about you? How are things?” His eyes light up a bit and it reminds you of how much he loved talking about his music which melts your heart a bit.

“Things are going really good. I went on tour with one of my friends for a bit, still working on music and stuff like that. It’s been pretty fucking amazing.” “That’s fantastic.” You say with a lump in your throat. This was so uncomfortable and you hated this. You hated the fact that you weren’t able to enjoy this with him. You wanted to tell him everything. You were putty in his hands and you were ready to explode.

“Do you still think about me?” These words escape your mouth and your eyes widen. You cannot believe you just spoke that and you hoped that it was just imagination. To your discontent, it wasn’t. “Wow, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean, I mean, fuck I’m so sorry.” You say trying to regain control of yourself.

He looks taken aback by your question. Of course, he does, why wouldn’t he be. You put your basket on the floor and bury your head in your hands. “Fuck I’m so sorry, I think I’m just sleep deprived.” You say trying to recuperate from whatever the hell you just did.

“No, it’s a valid question I think,” Joji says. “You don’t have to answer that George, I’m sorry.” “It’s fine, I mean I guess I do think about you sometimes. I mean you unfollowed me from twitter and insta so it hasn’t been exactly easy to communicate with you. And neither of us are active on facebook. I don’t have your number anymore.” Your heart breaks a little, he didn’t mention the breakup or anything after that. You still held onto the little bit of hope you had left.

You love him. “Yeah, sorry about that I just felt that I should keep my distance. And I have something to tell you.” Joji’s eyes widen, “You’re not going to say you had a kid right? And that I’m the dad.” You laugh a little bit.

“No, that would be cruel, awful. But no, that’s not it. It’s just that, when we both were talking that night, I wasn’t going to tell you that we should break up. I was going to surprise you and tell you that I was staying in New York, for us. And when you said that you wanted to break up I just froze. But it seemed like you really wanted it at the time and I couldn’t force you to stay with me or whatever.”

That has been harbored deep down in your heart, you felt like crying, and it made you feel better talking about it. But, Joji looked conflicted. He was unsure of what he wanted to say. “I know, I should’ve said this that day but it killed me thinking that you would be doing something for me.” You say sorrowfully.

“I broke up for us. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you to distance Y/N. Our breakup killed me so much. I didn’t want to.”

You blink away the tears and try to speak but there are no words. Joji continues, “But there’s nothing we can really say or do. I’m in a relationship right now so this makes it really fucking awkward. And I’m sure you’re in a relationship as well.”

That was it. The final blow. He had really moved past it and yet you were still holding onto hope.

“I’m actually not in any relationship or have been in one for like a year. Not that it matters. Anyways I hope you’re happy.” You say that as you pick up your basket and go to the register to pay. After that, you return to your apartment. You open the door, set your things inside, step inside, shut the door behind you, sit down and start crying. The tears that you thought you could contain spilled. All those emotions couldn’t be hidden or stored away. You were a mess but, you still love him.

hi, i’m pretty sure this is the longest one i’ve written so far! so idk what y’all prefer reading cause im good with writing whateveR! anyways thank you for reading !!

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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i miss you baby

romance/fluff

trigger warning: mentions of sex, cursing

prompt: you and joji’s relationship while he’s on tour

Y/N= Your name, Y/L/N=your last name, Y/N/N=your nickname

master list

picture this;

Joji goes on tour for a few months but he never forgets good morning/night texts

you gave him your favorite locket, it contained a picture of your childhood dog, Astro, and a picture of you and joji

he’s always wearing the locket and he tends to kiss it before he goes out to perform

You constantly wear his clothes while he’s away

“You look really good with my clothes on”

“I look better with them off”

“I’m sure you do Y/N”

Late night Skype calls

You fall asleep in the middle of the call, and he would stay on till he fell asleep too

“You’re a creep Joji.”

“I had to make sure you were okay, babygirl”

Constant teasing

“Did you drink enough water?”

“Yeah I did but what about you George.”

Constantly making sure someone didn’t overwork themselves

surprise meet ups

“I didn’t think you’d come to the show”

“You know I had to support my second favorite artist.”

You taking lots of pictures

You were all over social media after the concert

lots of sex afterward

But not only sex, you both talked and cuddled and never wanted to let go of each other

“You know if you had just come on tour with me we could’ve been like this every night”

“Oh shush. I needed a break from you.”

“Aww, you really do miss me.”

“Of course I do dumbass.”

Painfully getting up the next morning and leaving Joji

“You can spare five more minutes in bed with me”

“In your dreams, Miller”

He pulls you back into bed, and you obviously let him because deep down you don’t want to leave his side

He wraps his arm around your waist

Soon enough he starts tickling you

“George I’m going to kill you,” you say in between breaths.

“You’re an asshole,” you say after he stops

You go on top of him and pin him down

you get close to his lips, plant a quick kiss, and run into the bathroom of the hotel room to get ready for the day

“You’re a fucking tease Y/L/N”

“But that’s why you love me!” you yell from the bathroom

An intense makeout session after you get out of the bathroom

The hour finally arrives when it’s really time for you to go

You can see how upset Joji is

“Keep doing your thing and make everyone smile baby.”

“Your smile is the only thing I look forward to, Y/N/N.”

Him constantly texting you to make sure you got home safe

You call him once you get home

You trying to speak but he just repeats “i miss you”

“I’m going to hang up bitch, let me talk.”

“Wow someone’s an asshole. But I guess it’s fine cause you’re my babygirl and i love you and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you…”

You actually do hang up

He calls you and starts yelling, playfully of course

“Joji baby, I have a lot of work to do. We’ll talk later okay?”

“Yes Y/N baby. I love you”

“I love you too.”

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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Locked In: Chapter 2- Quiet Movie Night

An Andrew Siwicki x Reader Fanfic

Quiet. Laying on the couch, y/n strolls through netflix. She had decided earlier that she was going to sleep in the living room tonight, giving Morgan the whole bed in the guest room they shared. Clicking on a movie, she turns the volume down, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Pulling the blanket up over her body, she adjusts her position to lie in the corner of the couch. As her eyes grow more tired, a sudden loud crash draws her out of her drowsiness.

Jumping to her feet, y/n makes her way towards the source of the noise. Maneuvering her way towards the front door, she carefully moves along the wall.

As she turns the corner, she sighs in relief at the sight in front of her. Andrew sat near the front door and the staircase, a broken vase right in front of him.

“What the hell are you doing?” y/n whisper yells, pointing towards his feet where the shards are.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted a water, but I missed a step on the way down and fell a couple, took out this vase too” Andrew explains, grabbing onto the railing and pulling himself up.

“Stay right there, I’ll get a broom” y/n calls out to him, going towards the kitchen. Once she arrives back at the site of the fallen vase, she sweeps up all of the shards and disposes of them.

“Thanks for saving me back there”

“No problem, next time try not to be such a clutz, that’s Morgan and mines thing”

“Sorry” Andrew replies, rubbing the back of his neck and walking up behind y/n. Looking over the kitchen island, he glances towards the tv, the movie she had put on earlier still playing.

“What are you watching?”

“I honestly don’t know, it just looked interesting. I was about to fall asleep, but then you startled me” y/n explains, turning around to face Andrew.

“Ya know, you can stay out here and watch it with me. I could use some company”

“Why not go bother your room partner?” Andrew questions, crossing his arms.

“Because knowing Morgan, she’s probably fast asleep, happy to finally sprawl out like a starfish in the bed without feeling guilty that she’s taking up all the space”

“You have a point there, I guess I can stay”

“Okay, cool. And just a warning, I’m probably going to pass out soon”

“That’s fine by me”

Walking back towards the couch, Andrew sits on the opposite side of the couch that y/n claimed earlier. Getting comfortable, the two sit in silence as the movie goes on, and y/n grows more tired with every passing second.

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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Date: July 2022

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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Never forget

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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“Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.”

— Marilyn Monroe

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lenighorl · 3 years ago

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You - Evan Peters

this wasnt requested but i’ve watched murder house in three days and the i watched asylm in three days and now im on freakshow but i would never expect myself to watch a horror show..,., bc i hate horror but EVAN PETERS FRIIIIICK

anyways this is kinda long but i love evan peters w all my heart and i dont like him w emma roberts sorry loooool

requests are open yalllll hmu

You had moved on. He was no longer in your day to day thoughts. Although it was hard, seeing him in commercials for the new season of America Horror Story and hearing about him in the news, you where done with him.

He seemed to have moved on fast though, the recent photos of him holding hands, kissing, and hugging his co-star had surfaced all over the pop culture news. It hurt. It had only been about a month and a half maybe two since you broke things off with him. You broke things off with him. It was often hard to remember that small detail to the destruction that was your relationship.

It was hard to move on, but you did.

Your new happiness looked at you from across the table and smiled at you, the candle light illuminating the features on his face that were more prominent than others. His thumb swiped over the dips in your knuckles on this top of your hand as you two discussed the recent episodes of your favorite tv show.

Catching a cab back to your apartment and giving each other a kiss goodbye, you hauled your body up the stairs and into your apartment. Everything was okay between you two, not as exhilarating or emotional as you and Evan were, but okay nonetheless. You weren’t bored but you craved something else, something that was greater or equal that the relationship that you had with Evan but unfortunately, that only comes once in a life time.

Setting down your keys, wallet and coat then heading into your bedroom, you let your body fall onto the comforter and occupied yourself on your phone. After 15 short minutes of your scrolling social medias sprinkled with old photos of you and your ex that fans still seemed to tag you in, a knock thundered through your apartment walls startling you. You frowned, huffed, set your phone down next to your head before walking to your front door.

You swung it open revealing a very frazzled-looking Evan Peters. You heart seemed to drop to your toes, your eyes blowing wide, and your whole body seemed to freeze and become stiff. His hair was thrown in all directions on his head and the bags under his eyes screamed for sleep, his shoulders where slumped causing his collarbones to become more prominent, peeking out from the loose t-shirt he was wearing. His eyes dropped and his chapped lips parted to ask; “Can I please come in?”

You could only nod your head. This boy, this man, who broke your heart for his own selfish needs was coming into your house, and you just let him. The breakup caused you to have weeks of not going out, staying in your bed, eating at most 2 meals a day, and distancing yourself from you friends and family. He was your everything, your whole world.

His boots stomped on the wooden floors and the smell of him filed your living room. He stopped to turn to you, grabbing something out of his jacket pocket, revealing a single key. The spare key he had.

“I found this on the counter top at my house and I thought that it would be best for you to have it back.” he mumbled, tone as cold as ice. His eyes looked darker than normal, instead of looking taunting and captivating they resembled the color or space, distant and lonely.

“Thanks.” your voice cutting the air between you two, crossing you arms.

“Uh, how have you been?” he asks awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and rocking back and fourth on his feet.

“I’m good, happy. How are you and her?” your question seeming to catch him by surprise by the widening of his eyes.

“We’re… good.” he sighs, reaching up to rub his arm before saying, “how did you do it so fast?”

“Do what?”

“Find someone else… and be genuinely happy with them again?” his voice gaining tension.

“Me? You seemed to have moved on faster than I did. I could ask you the same thing.”

“She was always there. She was always just around me. I knew that she liked me for a while now and because she has the same profession as me, I knew that she would understand me more.” he shrugs.

His voice, the tone, and the bitterness left your whole body prickling with anger. Understand him more? You’re not with someone for three years just to not understand them at all. You cheeks and the tips of your ears started to burn with anger as you shoved your arms to fold against your chest.

“I’m glad someone could finally understand you and know what you want, because God knows I never did.” you spit.

“Oh yeah? What about him? Does he understand you like I didn’t?”

“Yes he does.” you state calmly.

“I highly doubt that. One second you love someone, you pull them in as close to you as they can be, and then you’re so desperate for attention all the damn time, when you don’t get it, you think you’re not loved. You cut that person out of your life.” You felt a tear gather in the corner of your eye and you breathing become heavier.

“You didn’t love me Evan, you don’t leave someone you love alone for drinks with your buddies almost every night of the week, you don’t tell a loved one they make you depressed and a shitty person. Thats not love.”

“Does he love you!?”

“Yes! He does, better than you ever did!” you yelled.

“Do you even love him?!” he screams.

You stop. The pause was a dead give away for him, “Of course I do.” you say.

He smirks sarcastically before muttering, “Yeah right.”

“It doesn’t matter! He loves me way better than you ever did!”

“Don’t pull that shit with me, I was the one who had to put up with you ass all the time and all I ever got was complaints so excuse me for not wanting to be all warm and cuddly every time I saw you.” he frowns, the shadow covering the tops of his eyes.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes and start to walk around the counter back to your room.

He huffed and started to grab his things.

“Tell me, if you are so in love with her, why are you over here? Why, something so small and irrelevant, distracts you from your soulmate to come over here and interact with me again? Don’t you love her?!” you shout, your head and heart spinning.

“I love you!” he yells and slams his stuff against the floor. “I love you.” he says slower.

And you pause because this was the last thing you expected him to say. All of the hours and days of being apart, longing for him to come running through the door and apologize, or to beg for you to give him another chance, or something extraordinary, to result in this. The pace of your heartbeat quickened and your words and breathing seemed to have a bumper car effect in your throat.

“It’s been hell. Acting like I’m okay, acting like I’m not dying on the inside without you. You where the only thing in my life that kept me sane through all of this and I’m an idiot for only realizing it now. I love you and what I did to you was disgusting and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I promise I have changed, I have. I jus-“

“What about her?” you whisper as a tear rolled down you cheek.

“Nothing. She doesn’t compare to you. She’s not you. I need you.” he says with red brimmed eyes and quaking lips.

He reaches his hand out to you which you take hesitantly, he pulled you into him and you realize that his arms wrapped around you again was all you needed to gain your sanity back. Wrapped in a flannel and grey t-shirt, the warmth of his body brought a small smile on your face and you cried. Cried because you know that you shouldn’t give in so easily, cried because you missed him so fucking much, and because you realized how much you loved him. He was broken without you and you weren’t in any better shape.

“I’m not going to jump into a relationship with you right away.” you mumble into his shoulder and you feel him nod.

“I understand but I can’t live with someone else having you to call theirs.”

You smile and kiss the curve of his jaw, “You won’t have to worry about it.”

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