a joji/female y/n fic

I've never written a fan fic before but joji tags are kinda dry so... bear with me

no tws so far and it might be slow burn idk idk

Original below

My mom: he looks depressed.

Me: He looks like a wet cigarette

Mom: He looks like he hasn't gotten enough sleep

Also my Mom: I like him, he's cute.

IN WHICH y/n is cooking and starts to hum Window and joji starts melt.

TW:: Japanese is spoke,, translations provided , fem reader.

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

⠀𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵⠀𝖺⠀𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕⠀𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 ,

⠀⠀🗝⠀𝗈𝗋⠀𝖺𝗍⠀𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁⠀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 !⠀

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

As y/n rolled the makisu,, the sushi began to take shape as the birds twittered outside she began to absentmindedly hum her husbands song.

“I see nothing out the window, window~” y/n mused under her breath as she began to slice the sushi with the sharp knife,, as it hit against the board eventually placing the sushi on the slate platters.

“Nothing out the window” y/n sung as she lay the chopsticks down on the table she knew joji wouldn’t use them , most likely.

As joji walked out of the bedroom he heard slight singing and muttering he quickly recognised the song as one of his own, window from the In tongues (delux) album a small rose tint spread across his neck as he smiled.

Walking into the kitchen joji wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist as she smiled moving her head back to meet her husbands eyes ,, the eye bags she loved so much the honey eyes she could loose herself in for hours.

“Hi, Ningyō (doll)” joji whispered planting a kiss on her forehead as his eyes scanned over his wife’s face her smile,, her soft lips the grapefruit chapstick made them evermore soft.

“Afternoon Dārin (darling)” y/n smiled as she gestured to the kitchen table jojis eyes darting to it as he noticed the plethora of home cooked food he smiled.

“Y/n miller what did I say about overworking yourself?” Joji remarked as he sat down at the table next to his girlfriend planting a firm hand on her thigh.

“Believe me, George, it didn’t take long to make I’ve been doing it for years it doesn’t feel like too much anymore” y/n answered as she played some of the tuna rolls.

“Whatever you say, Shin'ainaru-kun e (my dear)” George’s laughed lightly as he picked up some of the salmon sashimi.

“Anyway love, how are max and Ian?” You asked as george sighed eventually finishing the sashimi

“They were busy today but I plan to see them soon!” He laughed as smiled widely as y/n planted a hand on his shoulder as a knock rang through the apartment George perked his head to the side as y/n stood up

“Hold on I’ll get it hanii (honey)” y/n sped to the door watching as a very excited max and Ian waited at the door y/n planted a finger over her lips ushering them in

“Ian? Max?” Joji asked as he sprung from his seat speeding to the two men engulfing them in a group hug they both smiled.

“I thought you guys where busy??” Joji questioned as they all sat at the table tucking into the food below them.

I had this thought last night so like :3 enjoy

When Joji left for New York from Osaka , you had one Polaroid to treasure that day by, the day you ran home collapsing into your mothers arms as you bawled your eyes out,, the boy you’d grown up with had gone away.

Fanning the Polaroid in the air as the plane took off, you smiled tears still running down your face, you felt angry and sad but still felt some happiness for the boy.

but here you where: 10 YEARS LATER; NEW YORK , BUCHANAN-APARTMENTS

slipping on a T-shirt that joji had given you in Osaka when you stayed at his house , because you’d spilt miso down yours the night prior.

You smiled contentedly, checking yourself out in the mirror before turning away and clipping the Danny pack around your waist.

Not forgetting the lanyard that proudly displayed MEET-AND-GREET ACCESS , SMITHEREENS.

giggling lightly as you stepped out of the apartment , you sighed softly and began the walk to the train line all the way to Madison square garden.

straightening out the shirt whilst tapping your foot on the not so pristine ground of the train line, a large dopey smile spread across your face, knowing you had the Polaroid of the last day you saw joji in your fanny pack you where content.

You did miss the boy, you’d watched him grow whilst filming the rest of filthy Frank, the conclusion and you even listened to the SoundCloud releases, thom etc

CONCERT START: 7:24 PM

watching as he ran onto the stage , the girl smiled , there he was, Joji miller, her childhood best friend and childhood crush, and hell those feelings had never ever left.

Her head began to bop as YUKON (INTERLUDE) began to play , smiling like an idiot as she watched the boy you’d grew up with finally happier than he had been when she’d last seen him.

She knew every lyric to every Smithereens and in tongues delux song , her hands tapped against the railings as the song faded into the city air.

“SHE SAID IM DUMB,, SURROUNDED BY STRANGERS WHEN I HEAR YOUR VOICE, IM TOO DEEP” she sung, almost passionately her voice blending in with the crowd.

the rings on her fingers clinked against the metal of the barrier as joji came closer to the edge of the stage crouching down his hand moving forward , as he moved along toward you , his eyes widened his head tilting, as BLAHBLAHBLAH drifted out just like YUKON had moments prior, the melody of dissolve flew into the surroundings.

She lifted a hand to wave at the boy as he grasped it smiling , butterflies flew through her stomach like they had when they hugged for the last time, as he planted a small kiss on the crown of her head.

“Do you feel complacent on the outside?” She harmonised as the other man on the stage smiled at her standing up he ran back to his place in the middle of the large stage.

The melody of die for you began to fade in as the tears began to fall down her face, this was the song that got her through so much when she missed the man now infront of her on a stage.

“Swear I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, no point in turning off the light.” They duetted their voices flowing together just like they had all those years ago before he left.

“Not the same without your head on my shoulders.” it was true, Joji felt it too, he missed the weight of the girls head in his shoulders.

“Growin pains but I don’ wanna get older” , once more the lyrics held true, she didn’t want to get older not without seeing him and feeling his skin against hers again.

“Almost like we left it all on read.” , their friendship felt like that after he left.

1AM FREESTYLE began to play again, the songs feeling like they meant more than just a harmless melody it was like a letter written but unsent.

“you know you can make it, but you can’t make it alone.” She breathed the tears now full force down her face as her hands gripped the barrier.

MEET AND GREET, 9:45PM

as she stood last in the line, the person in-front of her left , she could swear she saw the boy jump from his seat as he sped toward her.

“Holy shit, y/n.” He sputtered holding her shoulders

Please go give it some love and request stuff for me I really wanna do more writing.

I’ll write for:

Harry Potter (only golden trio era)

Supernatural

Joji

IT

“Fuuuck that guy! Honestly, I don’t know why you fuck with him, he’s so...wet” 

“That’s easy to say Joj but he’s there in my life you know? I can’t just cut him out like that” 

“Yeah, you can” He purses his lips, nodding.

“George...” You drop your head back into the couch, exasperated. 

You had called him after work asking to meet for a drink and talk. And here you were sitting in a sad little bar he’d chosen where there were just 4 other people and the speakers were playing old school ballads. 

“You literally can. Give me your phone, I’ll drop him a text telling him what a piece of shit he is”

“First of all, he’s not a piece of shit and secondly, you’re not taking this seriously! I need actual advice” You take a sip of the now-warm beer.

“Well, that’s pretty much my advice.” He shrugs scrolling through his phone aimlessly.

You and Joji had been friends for a while and recently he’d started getting pissy whenever you brought up the subject of your on-again off-again boyfriend. He’d been giving the same advice (fuck that guy) and it had started getting on your nerves.

“You’re the worst and so is this fucking bar. Why are there just 4 people here?”

“Because it’s exclusive babes. Very exclusive” He jokes in a mock British accent.

“Come on, let’s dance” He says suddenly, getting up from your booth.

“No” You cross your arms.

“No? This song thoughhh, you HAVE to dance to this song”

“Joj, it’s a fucking ballad” You groan, being difficult because of how dismissive he was of your problem.

“So?”

All By Myself by Celine Dion plays through the speakers.

“Come on, get up. Look they’re even playing a personalised song for you” He laughs.

You roll your eyes and smile at him sarcastically.

“Come on you buzzkill, get uuppppp” He moans, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s get crazy you know, let’s get lit” He jokes starting to move to the music, waving his hands up in the air.

“Yuh, yuh, yuh” He swings his arm from side to side and you can’t help but laugh.

“There you go, there’s my girl, come on hands up in the fucking aiirrrr” He yells pulling your limp arms up and swinging them from side to side.

It looks ridiculous and you both burst out laughing immediately diffusing the tension. 

“You suck” You smile, gently pushing him.

“Come here” He grabs your arm and pulls you in for hug. His warm hoodie smelling faintly of cigarettes and cologne and you can’t help but sink into his body. You feel like you’ve been hugging for ages when a soft “hey” breaks through the silence. You pull away to look up at him.

“Sorry about being a dick, I just..really hate that guy and I know it’s fucking cheesy or whatever but you deserve better..so..” His words trailing off.

Suddenly you’re aware of close your bodies and there’s this lingering electricity in the air. Your heart is pounding; Joji gulps looking at you nervously. 

“Anyway” He awkwardly shifts his gaze and suddenly moves away from the embrace. 

“You want another drink? Two more beers? Also I’m out of cigs..gotta get some cigs. You want anything?” He rambles, running his fingers through his hair.

“Uh what? No, thanks.” You say a little embarrassed.