#which i have to prop up against the back of my friend's uncomfortable af chair because there isn't a wall outlet close enough to the bed

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Robax has decided to (mostly) work for me today, peace and love on planet earth

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ey is the personal imagine req still up?? i hope it's still up :" if it's still up, my name's Immanuel, my friends call me Imani, and my close friends (+ parents) call me Morgen/Morg bc I was born in the morning (p obv lol). I have black short but fluffy hair, dark brown eyes, I'm currently about 5'6, and I'm kinda pale. I like know new people but I'm super awkward irl, and I'm super outgoing when i'm around my bestfriends! I'm into Joji af btw. thank you!!

Title: If You Only Knew

For Joji, things had always been different when it came to you. 

Sure, he’d make gay bants with his other friends, like Ian and Max, but with you, they was always some sort of sincerity in his jokes. He’d find himself thinking about your eyes, no matter how similar a color to his he found them magical. He’d catch himself fantasizing about living up to the laughs he put into the camera’s view, he thought about how they would escalate, dreaming of being intertwined with you, to call your scent familiar. 

He wished every day for another night like the night like the night you all filmed Deadly Twister 2. 

You were pretty much a shoe-in for dressing up as Marshall Lee, and costumes were itchy and uncomfortable, so you were definitely not having that.So you played it simple with ripped jeans, a flannel, and fake fangs. Although the costumes were obviously supposed to be a gag, you just looked adorable. You knew this, Joji damn well knew it. 

Scattered across the mangled twister pad, swallowing down drinks like it wouldn’t be legal tomorrow, this already bad decision was being sprinkled with more, and the influence of a l o t  of alcohol was not helping your brains. Joji and you had ended up in a.. well.. twist, with his leg across yours and his left hand, holding him in a hover over your body. When he realized exactly how close the two of you were in of a predicament, he chuckled, nervously kidding when he said. 

“Well this is..” When he finally thought of something funny, he snorted before evening spitting out the joke. “Isn’t this.. Immanu-swell?” He bursted into laughter, along with the others. You were only slightly amused. Even you could notice a change in the tone of his voice, however. It wasn’t exactly in tune with the ‘Filthy Frank’ persona. The next time Chad spun for George, he knew he was fucked. Left hand blue. 

His left hand being the only thing keeping him up, and not being able to think of an alternate route, he moved his hand and slammed into you with a grunt, the shocked expression on your face caused him to pause, that nervous laugh returning. You giggled, a blush appearing on your face when you heard ‘jake’ yell out; “NOW KISS.” 

“He won’t do it, pussy.” Ian, or ‘finn’ remarked. 

Joji wanted to prove them wrong, after all, if it didn’t go well, he could blame it on being drunk or the camera. Leaning his head up from your shoulder and propping himself up with both arms, knowing he was probably crushing you, he wanted to try and make this quick, a pop kiss, but he couldn’t do it. 

“BET.” he said to the boys, before looking back at you, taking off his sunglasses, and raising his eyebrows as if to ask for permission. 

With a small smile, you only raised your eyebrows back. Joji leaned his forehead against yours, the attempt at being fast at this faded, gently he pressed his lips to yours, the taste of the two of you’s intoxication combining, as sloppily he bared his lips to yours. With the hand not covered in salt he cupped your face, getting completely lost in the moment and the soft feeling of your lips.

 He was snapped back into reality by the sound of Max nearly shrieking, to which he pulled away and stood up, landing you a wink before returning his glasses to his face. “Well well, boys. We have a game to play.” He said, bringing Frank back into the video. 

The two of you didn’t actually speak about what happened that night, you pretty much fell asleep afterwards. In the beginning, Joji had began to think that you didn’t remember it, as if you were too drunk to recall, nervously theorizing that it was the worst kiss you’d ever had, that you were repulsed by him. Au Contraire.  

George was sunk into his chair thinking about that night, oblivious to his surroundings. For fuck’s sake, his hair could of been on fire and wouldn’t of known it. The overwhelming, unsaid feelings were killing him, eating at his thoughts. He knew he wouldn’t rest tonight if he didn’t know. 

That was it. He was gonna find out.

 Opening the messaging app on his phone, he scroll quickly over to contact and pressed impatiently at the ‘compose’ option. Now he was faced with the task of figuring out what the hell he would say. “Hey, Immanuel? I have a question..” He wrote, pressing send without giving much thought. 

When your cellphone buzzed, you were surprised to see a text from ‘Joj’, the contents of the text giving you a sinking feeling. Were you falsely accused of something? Did something happen? What if he was texting about the kiss? That kiss.. it had meant everything to you, you didn’t think it meant shit to him. Every night, you feared a text explaining that it was all a joke. The way he kissed you, it couldn’t be a joke, right? 

People can’t find comedy in the way your lips pressed together, the look in his eyes. It couldn’t just be for just humour!

 Reluctantly, you texted back. “What’s up?”

Joji sighed in relief. That wasn’t hostile or annoyed, maybe it was a good time. He had already been typing before you had answered. “Do you remember the night we filmed Deadly Twister 2? Well, I just wanted to say that I actually really enjoyed that part where we kissed and I-” There was a gap in the text where he had decided finally what he wanted to say. “fuck, not even just that night.. I really fucking enjoy being around you and shit, idk what it is but I just wanted to know if you.. wanted to meet up for a drink or some shit.. just me and you?” He sent it, feeling his heartbeat skipping, sinking with the fear of rejection. 

When you finally read the text, ten minutes after you had actually got it, you felt dizzy. Blood rushed to the top of your head, as your eyes fixated on the words on the screen. How did would you reply? How could you? You didn’t want to sound desperate, or anxious, but you didn’t want to appear uninterested. Running your free hand through your short, black tufts, you texted back a simple;

“I’d love too, Joji. 💞💞”

The two of you made arrangements for the next day, you have dinner somewhere, have, what Joji was referring it to in his head as, ‘an official date’. You saw it as the beginning of something beautiful. He saw it as the continuation of something already great. 

I hope this fits everything you could of wanted. You seem like an awesome person. Thanks for everything! -Lans //