#boygenius au

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

Maybe like a fic where you and Julien like agreed to keep it casual but like both of you want it to mean more

jj chats: hi love!!! this one took me a while and i apoligize!! i just couldn't think of a good way to write it but i think i figured it out!!

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, kissing, pet names

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

You’re sitting around Lucy’s round dinner table, plates dirty but yet to be cleaned up. The table is filled with friends, clockwise it goes: Lucy, Naomi, you, Katie, Jo, Phoebe, and Julien. Across you was Julien, who was sipping on her lemonade. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on her, even when she wasn’t speaking. You knew it was wrong, she wasn’t yours, you weren’t hers. But your heart was confused, and you always did want what you couldn’t have.

The conversation around you was lively, you could distinctly hear Phoebe’s howls over a joke Katie told. But you honestly couldn’t be bothered to listen. Your mind replays a moment you and Julien shared earlier in the day.

It had been early, the clock read 6:00 A.M. as you turned to the left side of the bed. Face to face with the woman who kept your heart pumping. You smiled at her as she lifted a hand to your face. You felt sparks fly as her gentle fingers brushed over your cheek. “Good morning darling,” she spoke, hand moving across your waist, pulling your body into hers.

“‘Morning Jules,” you yawned. “How’d you sleep?”

She smiled lazily, rubbing circles onto your hips “Good, especially since you were here.”

Her comment struck you wrong, reminded you that this was all a charade, that it meant nothing to her (or so you thought) “Don’t.”

Julien furrowed her brow, “Don’t what?”

You started to pull from her “Jules c’mon! Don’t say stuff like that!”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed frustratedly, “Like couplely stuff!” You threw your hands in the air, then fell back down to the bed with a slap, “We’re not together, you make that abundantly clear when we’re with our friends!” Julien’s face dropped at that, your words hurt for a reason you didn’t know yet.

“(Y/N) wait!” Julien went to grab your arms as you slid out of bed.

“Julien, please don’t. Just let me leave. It's nice until morning right?” You sigh, tired of this constant pain of never being feeling like you were enough.

You began to get up to collect your things and leave while Julien did nothing to stop you. You walked to where your jacket sat on the back of a chair, and pulled on your Converse. You located your phone and key. You were ready to walk out the door until you heard your name.

You turned around to spot Julien making her way to you. “Wait, just a minute, please?” Her eyes pleading. You gave in, just standing in her presence waiting for her to do something- do anything. You had spent months waiting for her to do something, something to convince you that these feelings you held for her were okay, that maybe they could be reciprocated.

Julien simply stood, staring into your eyes, as if taking in every engravement in your irises, surely she had to have seen the way your pupils dilated around her? How your cheeks flushed at the mention of her name. She leaned in, hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It left you breathless and when you pulled away you immediately left.

Your mind was warped with questions.

Your mind was full of questions, memories of Julien’s hands on you, the way her lips felt-

You finally came back to reality after you felt Phoebe kicking your leg under the table. “Earth to (Y/N)?”

You shook your head, turning to face the platinum blond “Hmm?”

“Thought we lost you there for a few minutes,” Phoebe playful punched your shoulder. As you glanced around the table you realized everyone was staring at you. Your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your drink, sticking the straw in your mouth and chewing slightly. You noticed Julien staring at you, her eyebrow turned upwards.

“What were you thinking about babe?” Katie asked, smiling at you.

You started to reply, “Nothing-”

Until you were cut off by Phoebe again, “OMG!!! Or who were you thinking about!”

With that, your eyes widened and you furiously shook your head, “Nobody! I was just zoning out!”

Lucy chimed in, “Honey, we all see the way you’ve been glowing recently!! Did you find someone?”

Jo interjected, “You have to tell us who's the lucky lady!”

“There’s no lucky lady! I just zoned out!” You looked across the table, unimpressed looks were on everyone’s faces, except Julien's. She stared at you again, like she had in the morning. Only this time it seemed like she wasn’t trying to read it, more like she was understanding you. You could tell when her brows unfurrowed and she tilted her head at you.

“Whatever you say,” Phoebe sighed. Then leaning towards you she whispered “I will find this person.” then she plastered the sweetest smile on her face.

You jokingly rolled your eyes at her before saying “Whatever you say Pheebs!” Once the normal conversation started up again you stood up, grabbed your plate, and walked around the table into the kitchen. You stood at the sink, rinsing the plates off with hot water.

You heard footsteps approach you from behind and say a plate placed on the counter next to the sink. You recognized the hand immediately and in an instant, you turned around, face to face with Julien. It seemed today that her thing was to stare at you in silence because for a minute no words were exchanged between the two of you.

Finally, after minutes of hesitation, you spoke, “Julien-”

“(Y/N)-” Julien had had the same idea as you. She motioned for you to continue speaking so speak is what you did.

“Julien, I don’t think I can keep doing this with you.”

The tattooed woman had not expected that from you, her face contorted into a look that you could only describe as horror as she frantically asked “What? Why? What-what do you mean?”

You sighed, “I can’t keep sneaking around with you, I can’t keep pretending that I don’t-” You trailed off, nervous to tell her how you truly felt.

“‘-That you don’t?” Julien asked, wanting to hear your full truth.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to just say it. “That I don’t have feelings for you. Because I do.”

Julien continued to look at you, the gears in her head racing a mile a minute.

You began to step away, ready to leave her standing in the kitchen when she grabbed your arm, pulled you close to her, and simply smiled before saying. “I feel the exact same way.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I don’t want to keep it casual with you anymore. I want you, fully.” As Julien looked into your eyes now it almost seemed that her words conveyed that. Like she did see you fully see you truly.

And suddenly it was like you two were the only two in the whole world as you started to lean in towards her. The act was like muscle memory, your head tilted left, hers right. It was engraved into your brain. The only difference was that this time you were not blocked off by my tinted car windows, or a hotel door. The only thing that separated you from the outside world was a wall with a fairly large door cut out in it.

As your lips connected it felt different this time, the experience no longer felt foreign, it felt like home. Her lips were warm and velvety, and even though you had tasted them a thousand times, this kiss was different in a million ways. It was filled with vigor, passion, and a newfound sense of hope- like this was something that would stick, not something that would simply fade away.

Until you remembered the world was just a few steps away when a large gasp brought you to your senses. Julien and you turned around, face to face with Phoebe and Jo, who held huge grins on their faces.

As yours and Julien’s cheeks flushed Phoebe giggled and joked “Told you I’d find out who you were thinking of (Y/N)!” She and Jo ran back into the dining room, no doubt telling the whole room what they had just seen.

You turned to Julien and signed, “You think we can make a run for it?”

Julien's hands rubbed up and down your arms, soothing you. She leaned in for a quick peck and replied, “Not a chance.”

[brandogenius]

more julien and femme gf pleaseeeeeee

‼️RPF‼️

HC - julien x femme gf (short)

- reader loves to do makeup on jb. often times she’ll grab her makeup pallet and apply some eyeliner on jb “you look so beautiful”

- painting each others nails like a girly sleepover. “tell me the drama on tour” reader says as she paints julien’s nails a nice pastel pink

- “honey you don’t understand. this is the latest purse- of course i’m going to need to buy it”

- very passionate about her outfits.

- “what?” “why are you wearing a dress and heels. baby we’re going shopping” “i need to look my best.”

- julien picks out your new design / colour for your nail appointment.

- “croquette?” coquette darling. not potatoes”

- window shopping but julien treating reader to some heels they saw in the window

- julien surprises reader with their dream bag for their bday and it has reader CRYING”

- reader likes tulips so julien always buy reader tulips ( even fake ones)

- jb tries to win reader plushie everytime they go to the theme parks and arcades, reader having a little collection of bears that jb had won for her :’)

- they name the bears together and think of backstories

- “these two are lesbians. they are also married and own 3 cats” “perfect”

[avocifera]

these pics are so camp counselor! julien coded i might just go crazy because!! look!! at!! her!! she’s like my favorite human ever and i love nature and forests and just ugh perfect combo

[hairmetal666]

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.

The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.

He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.

But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.

They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.

The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.

He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.

They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.

They don't talk about it.

Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.

A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.

Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.

"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.

He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"

His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.

"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"

"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"

Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."

Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.

"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."

And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--

"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.

Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."

He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."

Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.

"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."

Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."

Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.

It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.

Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."

Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"

"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.

"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."

Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."

[starjammin]

Animatic based on Chapter 17 of When Worlds Collide by @celestiangell (on Ao3)

The sillies ever so silly haha

[ohfinlee]

the BG in BG3 stands for boygenius

[boywithpinkcarnation]

so i’m obsessed with @gingerjolover ‘s jb x controversially young!gf blurb and when pookie was writing it i gave some suggestions of social media posts the boys make surrounding the two… and i was revisiting it and inspiration struck! so i give you…

controversially young!gf’s ig story while she’s dating julien baker 😁

c yaps: g i luv u so much and i hope u all enjoyed my photoshop skills with that last one 😉

[bitethehnd]

Hii, love your writting! ❤️❤️ Can i request one where JB and reader are seen kissing at a party and fans freak out on social media and the next day they look at the posts together?

₊˚⊹ ʚɞ style !

pairing : julien baker x fem!reader

synopsis : after a fun night out celebrating the boys’ new album, you and julien wake up to madness

cw : really nothing, just fluff and an accidental hard launch. some sexual innuendos, actress!reader because i said so, femme!reader, phoebe being a menace

you were a fairly well-known actress, julien was a fairly well-known singer. the two of you should have probably known to be more cautious if you didn't want your business showcased all over enews, but neither of you were thinking about that. the boys had just released their album 'the record' last night at midnight. it had done very well on the charts so far, and there was nowhere to go but up from there. you were insanely proud of the women you loved and all of you were celebrating their achievement.

muna had joined you and the boys at the bar you were at. the four of you all sprouted grins as you stood up to greet them. you pulled jo's girlfriend, kelli, in for a long hug.

"hi, baby," kelli said into the hug. you smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.

"thank you for coming, kells. i know it means the world to them that you're all here," you said sweetly as you pulled away.

"are you kidding me? jo wouldn't shut up about seeing them all week." you and kelli started to giggle loudly. jo and julien turned around in amusement at the sound.

"and what are you ladies laughing about?" jo asked sarcastically and raised one eyebrow. julien walked up to you and wrapped one arm around your waist securely, a giddy smile on her face. it made you practically beam to see her so happy.

"i was just telling kelli my elaborate plan to steal her away from you. you better watch out, jo," you winked at the curly-haired woman with a smug smile. jo fake gasped and pulled kelli away from you. the four of you all started to laugh loudly your antics.

"who's ready to party?!" phoebe suddenly yelled over the loud music. you all started hollering and made your way to the bar top. some ordered drinks, but you and julien opted for soda instead. she was sober and you had decided when you two got serious that you wouldn't drink around her. she insisted that it was fine and it didn't bother her in the slightest, but you stuck with your decision. you were sober in spirit for her.

as the drinks were downed, all of you made your way to the dance floor. you cheered in delight as a rihanna song came on, pulling julien to dance with you.

"babyyy," julien whined, "you know i can't dance."

"anyone can dance, jules. now c'mon, just follow my lead," you said and placed her hands on your hips. you guided her movements, instructing her to move her hips in sync with yours. you put your arms around her neck as your bodies got closer together.

julien leaned up and burrowed her head in the crook of your neck, sucking marks onto the delicate skin. you giggled softly at her actions, moving your torso right up against hers. at that point, you two were practically grinding on each other. you could feel the outline of her abs through her button up shirt, and she was right at eye level with your cleavage that was probably spilling out of your top.

neither of you were thinking about anything other than each other, so you failed to see the woman that was recording you sitting at the bar.

after about ten minutes of dancing, you pulled julien's face away from your neck and told her you needed a drink. she, of course, followed you to the bar and ordered a cherry coke for you.

the bartender filled up the glass for you and slid it across the bar. you took a long sip from the straw as julien watched you. she took the drink from your hands and did the same. you sat down on a stool, and she moved to stand in between your legs. you placed the drink down and wrapped your arms around her neck, her pulling you by the waist to get you closer.

"have i told you how proud i am of you?" you asked her as you played with her hair. she let out a soft chuckle.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" she countered with a smug smile. you laughed loudly and slapped her on the shoulder.

you leaned in to give her a sweet kiss. she immediately responded, kissing you back passionately and gliding her tongue along your bottom lip. you gave her access, letting her tongue into your mouth. you two made out for a few minutes before phoebe came into sight and wolf whistled loudly. you laughed and julien just flipped her off. that night was perfect.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the next morning, you and julien woke up to phoebe banging on the guest room door. the two of you and lucy decided to stay in the blonde’s apartment, which in hindsight was a bad idea. phoebe stayed up all hours of the night doing god knows what and woke the two of you up so early.

“phoebe! cut it out!” julien whined and rolled over, shoving her head under a pillow. the door practically busted open and phoebe came running in.

“guys, oh my god. you have to see this,” the older woman said and almost threw her phone at you.

you sighed and took her phone from her hands, the blonde bouncing on her feet anxiously. what could have made her so worked up? you didn’t know.

phoebe’s phone was opened to twitter. the tweets on her homepage were filled with videos and pictures of you and julien from last night. your eyes practically bulged out of your head as you scrolled.

“oh my god, julien, get up,” you said with a hardy laugh. the dirty blonde rolled over and glanced over your shoulder at the phone. her jaw was slack and she had a horrified look on her face. phoebe came and sat next to you on the bed as the three of you saw the leaked photos.

“this is…” julien trialed off and tilted her head.

“kinda funny…” you said monotonously before looking over at your lover and bursting out laughing. phoebe joined you in the giggles as julien looked at you guys like you grew three heads.

“guys! it’s not funny!” julien tried to reason, but she herself was starting to crack up.

“it’s funny. like, really funny,” you let out through your laughter. it sucked that someone had invaded your privacy, but the two of you were making out in the middle of a bar, so really it was your fault.

“it’s julien’s fault for practically fucking you in public,” phoebe shrugged.

“i was not!” julien exclaimed dramatically and hit phoebe with a pillow. the blonde fake gasped and hit her back. you were stuck in the middle of their childish fighting, trying to get out of the way of the flying objects.

“can you guys shut the fuck up! some of us would like to sleep!” lucy suddenly yelled from her bed down the hall.

“sorry, luce!” you yelled back.

“alright, get the fuck out, bridgers,” julien said and pointed a finger at the blonde.

“fine, baker,” she sassily responded before taking her phone and walking out of the door.

you and julien looked at each other as she shut the door, soft smiles on your faces. you hugged julien and gave her a kiss on the forehead, she cuddled into your chest.

“do you think we should tell people we’ve been together for two years?” julien asked jokingly as she looked up at you. it was surprising that you guys managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long.

“do you think we should tell people we’re engaged?” you joked back as you two fell into laughter again.

the rest of the morning was spent scrolling on social media to see people’s reactions. most were surprised and overjoyed, and some said they knew all along. which was obviously a sham because the two of you were ‘just friends’ to the public until now.

the tiktok edits made you blush and people’s shocked tweets made the two of you smile. after a while, you two decided to post an instagram story to your profile. the picture was the two of your hands laced together. julien’s unique tattoos made it obvious it was her, but the real surprise came from the diamond ring proudly placed on your ring finger. let’s just say twitter had another field day after that.

© bitethehnd

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

The Gods of Guilt

Julien Baker x Reader

Description: Vampire sources tend to live very privileged lives despite their essential role as a food bank for vampires to use whenever they wish. There tends to only be one rule though. Don’t fall in love with one.

Contains: Julien x high femme reader, vampire Julien, taller Julien, slight gore and discussions and depictions of blood. Supernatural au. Vampire x human trope. Slight insinuations of dom x sub aspects. Angst angst ANGST.

WC: About 2.9k

A/N: I know supernatural au’s are not for everyone but the moment vampire Julien was brought to my attention I KNEW I needed to do something about it because no offense, this fic community is seriously lacking in such. If this isn’t your thing and you think it’s cringey, I respect your opinion and you may scroll on! If you ARE into this however, I invite you into this self indulgent mess with me 😌

From the outside it appeared to be nothing more than your average gothic mansion tourists either stopped to gawk at or ran from… either way. The inside wasn’t much better, from gaudy reds and blacks to stained glass windows. Some of the older ones preferred it that way though, and overall they had the highest authority. So the reason why I was currently being sent to test the new prospect was news to me.

I wasn’t against it, she was pretty enough, one of those high femmes with the doe eyes. One of those ‘deer in headlights’ looks. I’d have barely noticed her during her first tour if it weren’t for those eyes.

“Congratulations.” I muttered the moment I swung the door open, the reflection of her image in the mirror pushed in the corner jumping in response. “You made it back.”

“I’m not sure whether to be flattered or afraid.” She muttered in a small voice as she slowly spun to face me. My eyes raking over her body, a black dress accentuating her curves, long hair flowing down past her shoulders causing my eyebrows to furrow together as I took a step towards her flinching body.

“I prefer most of my girls afraid.” I whispered, her scent wafting into me the moment I breathed in. She was definitely afraid. “Are you here willingly?” It was always the first question I asked during interviews for any new prospects whether they’d be a short term vessel or a long term one. Already at at the sight of her I knew she was going to be a favorite amongst a lot of us. We never touched them until we got an explicit yes though.

Why anyone would want to be a source for those like us would probably be the first thing you’d ask. For a while after I was turned I wondered the same thing until I saw the benefits the sources were granted. We’ve paid off countless debts, medical, school, even fuck up debts. They had comfortable shelter, three meals a day, no rent or fees owed to us. They were free to stay or go at will. Nevertheless you still had people who wanted to take advantage of that though. Get all the perks of being a source without actually being one.

“I don’t really have any other options.” She answered, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she kept her eyes glued to the floor. “My family’s debts need to be paid off and I-”

“You do… have other options.” I interrupted, already seeing her eyebrows twist together in aggravation.

“Here maybe, not with them.” She replied, and I watched her wince even as I simply released a sharp breath.

“You know, rules tell me I’m supposed to leave now.” I began, clasping my hands behind my back as I carefully trailed towards her just in time to catch her stepping forward with a pleading expression etching in between her brows.

“Please.”

“I didn’t say I was going to.” I huffed, slowly raveling the sleeves of my black button-up upwards to the elbows. “Tell me, y/n… what exactly do you get out of this?”

“I, uhhh…” she seemed flustered, cheeks going red as her eyes scanned the inked skin of my arms as I watched the grip of her hands tightening around each other. “Shelter… away from my family.”

“You don’t want to be around them?” I wondered with a tilted head, watching her grow impatient with every question. I couldn’t help it though. I wanted to be thorough. I wouldn’t sink my fangs into someone until I knew I could help them in return. Some of the others thought I was too strict with that sort of thing. I didn’t care. Sometimes I thought they weren’t strict enough. “Then why do you want to help them?”

“Some people you have to love from a distance. They’ll destroy you otherwise.” She muttered, and I couldn’t help but hum in agreement.

“Good answer.” I began, crossing my arms as I slowly allowed myself to get closer. God, her scent was overwhelming. Citrusy raspberry and amber, playful with a touch of innocence. A curious type of innocence though. An openness. “What else?” I answered, trying to distract myself before I could get lost in it again, fall right into her open neck and sink my teeth into her soft skin.

“I- I don’t know what else. Secret mansion hidden in the woods doesn’t seem too unappealing-”

“You’re running from something.” I voiced, finally catching the real reason of the desperation. She tensed, though it was hard to keep a secret from someone of my sort I could tell it wasn’t going to stop her from playing her cards close to her chest.

“Is this an interrogation?” She stammered, taking a step back the moment I drew closer causing me to halt in my tracks. I still needed to maintain boundaries, some semblance of control even though the vein in her neck was starting to pulse louder.

“So I can determine if you need to stay here or if it’s best if we part ways now. So you can choose not to tell me… or you can, I’ll pull it out of you either way.” I murmured, finally letting myself retreat backwards as I pulled out a chair to take a seat.

“Seems a bit more invasive than the biting.” She admitted underneath her breath and I couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit to myself.

“Baby girl, you have no idea.” Her cheeks went red as I sat backwards, sitting like a typical man as I peered upwards at her. “So, would you like to try that answer again?”

I watched her throat bob with a gulp, could practically taste her sweetness on my tongue all the while. “It’s stupid, a lover scorned is all.” she murmured with a shake of her head.

“Can’t have been too stupid if you’re running from them.” I brushed off, watching her sigh in defeat as she shook her head, small arms wrapping almost anxiously around herself. “You’re safe here.” I whispered, probably one of the first genuine things I had said as I lifted myself back onto my feet.

“But you don’t even know me… or the story or-”

“Shhhh.” I hushed, watching her visibly relax at the command, slowly lifting a hand upwards to brush underneath her chin. Ever so slightly tilting her head backwards until I could peer into those piercing eyes. “You’re in my care now… and that’s enough for me.”

I usually felt guilty manipulating emotions, it was an ability I seldom used. However if there was ever a way I needed to it was now… not even just for my sake. “Come with me.” I whispered, sliding an arm around her shoulders that she surprisingly allowed.

“Does this mean I passed?” She wondered, a slight hint of confusion creeping into her expression as she peered up at me. “I can stay?”

“Yes, I think that would be best.” I sighed, almost partially in defeat as I pulled her towards the door. “Let me show you to your room. Then you’re free to leave and get the rest of your things and come back… but first, you need to be marked.”

“Marked?” She wondered, that same tenseness creeping back into her shoulders as I lead her down the long and twisting hallways. I felt a shiver sweep over her as I trailed my fingers down her spine.

“So the house recognizes you of one of ours, and you can come and go as you please.” I paused outside of a door before pushing it open to reveal one of the empty bedrooms. The source’s rooms were modest, dark crimsom velvet sheets covering the beds with room on the walls for them to hang up various claims if they wished, bookshelves, a desk, space for clothes, etc… we tried to keep them as comfortable as possible without taking up too much room but still enough to where they didn’t feel the need to leave if they didn’t want to. It still maintained its gothic flair with its stained glass windows… but thanks to my doing it still maintained its modernity as well. Something most of the older vampires despised.

“How do we do that?” She questioned, eyes lingering on the doorknob as I slid the door shut. And I watched her eyes widen knowingly the moment I glanced downwards at her slender neck. “I- already?”

The shake creeped back into her hands, watching her stumble a step backwards as if I was going to fling myself at her any moment. I at least knew restraint though. “If you’re not ready… you can always stay, or leave and come back.”

The girl seemed so hesitant, catching a pale bottom lip in between her teeth. I could tell her first instinct was to run, everyone’s first instinct was to after all. But nevertheless she stayed put, feet locked in the ground as if they had taken roots there. Now, as I was instructed, was the time to put my charm on. A vampire and its source had a very distinct intimate relationship. Sometimes they took it farther, I had always tried not to because I know what happened to sources whenever a bond took over. Too many times they drove themselves mad trying to be everything for their vampire. Too many times vampires didn’t care about their sources, never to that extent. And whenever they did it was seldom pretty. Nevertheless even whenever you didn’t care, you were always told to act like it.

“It doesn’t always hurt.” I spoke, fully knowing it probably wouldn’t sound right coming from me. Clearly I had to have had experience though, there was only one way you could be turned after all. And that, I could attest to, was definitely much more painful. Her brows furrowed, head tilting as if in confusion but she didn’t protest any farther. And I took her silence as encouragement to go on. “I can make you relax again, put you in a state to where you’re nearly asleep. In might sting, you’ll feel a bit of pressure… but it won’t hurt.”

I cautiously let myself draw closer towards her, picking up every hint of her scent… practically tasting her sweetness on my tongue. God, it nearly made me salivate at the thought. “For some though, it’s almost pleasurable.”

Her chin tilted upwards to meet my gaze, and I could practically feel her shiver as her eyes flickered from the teeth behind my lips back to my eyes. “This could be a terrible idea.” She voiced, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit to myself as my own eyes flickered to the vein in her neck that seemed to be calling me, beckoning me in closer.

“You haven’t run out screaming yet.” I added, cautious hands reaching for her waist all the while I waited for her protest, for her to jerk back, a jump in her pulse or any indication that she was absolutely not okay with what was happening right now. But she never did. In fact all I could feel was her own small hands trailing up my arms to slide around my biceps. Her warmth a stark difference to my cold. “I won’t touch you until I get your permission, but you’re getting a lot harder to resist.”

For a moment I nearly thought she was going to attack my lips and I would’ve allowed it even though I ultimately shouldn’t have. It was far too intimate far too quickly and for someone like me it could’ve been dangerous.

My breath hitched in a way it hadn’t before the moment I saw her brush her hair from her neck, “Be gentle, please.” She whispered, my hands balling into the fabric of her dress as I breathed in a whiff of her scent.

“Don’t let go of me.” I ordered, feeling the sharpness of my fangs poking through my lips.

I heard her cry out the moment I sunk them into her skin, a sound of pain or pleasure I wasn’t quite sure. Her arms tossed around my shoulders as I bent myself over to reach her neck. And the taste of her was more delicious than I could’ve ever imagined. Sweet but tangy all the same much like her personality, as if I had just bit into the juiciest fruit I had ever seen. I couldn’t get enough. None of my other sources had compared, could ever compare to her. And I didn’t know how to pull myself off.

I heard her whimper from below me, her body weakening against me as I lapped up every bit of her I could like a starving dog. ‘Julien… wait… what the hell are you doing?’

Finally the control kicked in, pulling my fangs from her bloody neck with a gasp as I watched her sway on her feet. Noticeably more pale I felt a hint of fear striking me as I held her up as much as I could. “Why did you stop?” She spoke, allowing me to slowly lower her quivering body towards the bed.

“I-I could’ve drained you!” I stammered, for the first time in forever finally understanding the anxiety of what it meant to lose control. The pure guilt.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” She winced just before I cupped my hand around her bloodied neck and brushed a thumb over it, watching the wounds stitch themselves together carefully.

“No, no absolutely not, we don’t drain our sources… we may push them but- do you understand what could’ve happened to you if you had someone that had even just a smidge less control than me!” She winced at my raised voice, immediately feeling that same pang of guilt in my chest as I peered down at her. “I’m sorry I- this is completely my fault and I shouldn’t be yelling. I understand if you want to leave. Th-This won’t happen again.”

I felt like I needed to drop my knees and grovel at her feet. My heart didn’t beat any longer but I swear I could feel it aching, clenching as if it had been revived. At least for now.

“I’m not leaving… so you can stop trying to get me to.” She spoke, watching her sleepily try and roll over onto her side.

“I still feel guilty-“

“I promise whatever you do to me isn’t going to be any worse than what they would out there.” She spoke, gesturing towards the window as if speaking about the outside world.

There it was again, that same tug on my heart that made me feel as if someone was trying to kickstart it again. Watching her as she held her neck as if in pain, trying to roll an ache out. “Here, let me help.” I gulped an anxious lump down, hating how afraid I was to lose control as I approached her again.

She shivered as soon as I placed my hand against her skin, watching her peer up at me through thick lashes as I sent a surge through her. Aching muscles and irritated nerves unraveling, layers of skin I had pierced through. But luckily vampires could heal just as much as they could destroy. It was just seldom that they chose to. “Better?”

She sighed, letting her neck roll once more before nodding. “Much.”

I nodded once myself, backing up as if I was the one in danger from her. Something kept pulling me towards her though, a magnetic tug that hadn’t been there before. Something I had been and always would be terrified of. “Nobody else gets to touch you from here on out.” I ordered, watching her eyebrows in confusion.

“But…”

“I don’t trust them. If I lost control then they sure as shit will and I- nothing’s going to happen to you. Not anymore.”

“Are- Are you allowed to do that?” She wondered, watching me back up towards the door, her eyes going wide with each one. “Wait, wait… don’t leave, please.”

“Why? I told you I’d protect you, I’m keeping you away from the other vampires. I can’t stay-”

“Why can’t you?” She darted up to her feet that I watched her sway on, immediately darting after her and catching her weightless body in my arms. My breath hitched in my throat as soon as I felt her head lolling on my chest, a quivering hand reaching upwards to grip my shoulder as if to better support herself.

“Bad idea.” I seethed to myself as I tried to right her back on the bed once more. And I didn’t know if I was talking about her standing up on my own or me staying. Probably both. But upon trying to pull away I only felt her hand tangling upwards into my shirt as she lifted her weak head to meet my eyes. “You shouldn’t get close to me… believe me. I- I’m not good for you.”

“I know.” She admitted, and just as I thought she was going to pull away I could only feel her grip on me tightening. “But please just… please don’t make me spend my first night here alone.”

I released a long sigh through breathless lungs. I knew this could’ve happened and I was terrified of it. A source’s first connection to a vampire could grow so intense so quickly and coupled with the fears that usually arouse with any of their first nights here. And that face, that pull, the guilt of earlier weighing on me so heavily… how could I say no? “Okay.”

[cyberkombucha]

new draw your ship prompt just dropped!! cot3 nation i missed you

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

hiii can u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on reader? like maybe reader is maybe a singer at the grammys and catches juliens eye

pls pls and thank u

jj chats: hiii!! i love this idea so so much and i am so happy i got to write it!!! i decided to do some headcannons and a bit of a blurb! but its mostly tailored to this specific scenario so if anyone wants a more general julien with a crush headcannons i can totally write that! just lmk!! also tysm for the request dear ilysm <333

warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, julien is very awkward!!!

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

So lets say that Julien is aware of who you are, she knows your music, but never knew your face. She was crazy excited about you performing at the grammys.

She’s at the table when your name gets announced along with the 2 tracks you are playing and she immediately recognizes them.

She gets all giddy because she’s never seen you before and is excited for your set.

You play a mash up of two ballads where your vocals are incredible, your standing center stage. (I’m kind of picturing it to look like Olivia Rodgrigo’s set at the grammys)

Whatever outfit you’re wearing is a beautiful mix of emerald green and gold. Your dress/suit/whatever you are wearing has a very flowy vibe to it.

Anyway Julien sees you as the spotlight shines on you and her heart stops. You were more beautiful than she had ever thought. 

Then you open your mouth to sing and it's like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was released in her stomach.

Phoebe notices her awestruck state and whispers to Lucy.

Yk they made a plan to make sure you met that night.

When your performance ends you smile towards the crowd of brilliant musicians, lyricists and producers. The room erupts in cheers and applause, your head gets a little light as you take everything in. Everything that you’ve worked for has come to this, and you’ve finally made it, singing in a room full of all your biggest idols.

When the stage darkens, a crew member meets you and takes you back to a dressing room, helping you get back into your original grammy outfit. As you walk back to your seat you spot a woman with platinum blond hair in a white suit standing near your table, seemingly waiting for someone.

As you approach her you get a better look at who she was. Exclaiming “Phoebe!! I’m so glad to see you!” You pull her into a hug.

Pulling away, Phoebe replies “Hey dude! It’s been so long!”

“Way too long! Oh congrats on you and the boys wins tonight! I’m so happy for y’all!” You smile, then noticing the other two that make up Boygenius approach, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Lucy introduces herself and Julien, Julien stands squashed between Lucy and Phoebe. She smiles at you shyly, a light pink flushes her face. 

“Your performance was out of this world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing like that! Isn’t that right Julien?” Phoebe asks, nudging her bandmate with her elbow.

Julien sputters a little bit before replying “Your voice is so pretty.” Once the words leave her mouth her eyes widen a bit, as if she can’t believe she just said that. Phoebe and Lucy share a look before Phoebe moves to squeeze your upper arm.

“Me and Luce are gonna go mingle, have fun kids,” She turns away from you but you can almost swear you saw her wink at Julien before walking away. 

“I don’t think I’ve never formally introduced myself, I’m-”

“I know you,” Julien cuts you off, horror fills her face at her ill choice of words, “I mean I don’t know-know you, but I know of you! I like you! Fuck I mean I like your music, its really good! And your voice is amazing. It's so pretty! I’m rambling aren’t I?” The tattooed woman sighs, her face flushing again, this time a much brighter red.

“Yes, yes you are. But it's okay Julien, it's cute.” You giggle, reaching towards your purse to pull out your phone, pulling up messages. “Can I have your number, I’d love to talk to you longer but I gotta go visit someone before we have to be back in out seats. Maybe we could get coffee sometime and talk?” You hand the phone to Julien, gently placing it in her open palms.

“Really?” she waits for you to nod before putting her number in, hands shaking as she types.  “Thank you! And best of luck to you tonight! Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Julien says. You smile and grab Julien’s hand, squeezing it lightly. Once you let go she's off towards her table again. 

I could totally see Julien being so nervous around you that she types in her number wrong. So wehn you get home and call her and some random 39 year old guy from Alabama replies you are taken a little off guard.

But it's all fixed when you text Phoebe explaining the situation. 

Phoebe def made fun of Julien for that all the time now.

[brandogenius]

can I request a hc about attending an awards show (the grammys?) with jb? 😌

i can indeed darling! i’m so proud of our boys! 3 grammys they won today! couldn’t be any more prouder!

(not proofread)

HC - attending the grammys with julien!

- attending the grammys with julien is a once in a life time experience you’ll never forget

- hand in hand for photos, julien dressed in her white suit whilst you are dressed in a long black dress. black and white they compliment each other

- of course both of you break the internet by proudly showing off your hickeys on each others necks

- the atmosphere is so loud and overwhelming , it’s your first time at an award show, julien has her hands around your waist at all times.

- in a protective manner and to make sure you don’t get lost. hands on your waist or thigh. holding onto your hand. she’ll make sure you don’t get lost.

- presuming you and the boys all sit together at a table, julien and you sit beside each other. juliens hand on your thigh, reassuring you.

- holding onto juliens hand tightly with one hand and crossing your fingers in a silent prayer in the other when their categories come up

- the minute they were best rock performance winners for not strong enough you just started sobbing.

- the first thing julien does is stand up and hug you. kissing you long and softly before going up to collect her award.

- the first person julien thanks in her speech is you. talking about how you have been her rock and the most important people in her life to help her get through it all

- “i want to thank my beautiful girlfriend. the most important person to me”

- going back to their chairs after the speeches you’re dabbing your face to try and stop the tears.

- it’s such an emotional night for you and the boys. you’re so proud of them.

- second and third award for best rock song and best alternative album has you crying again you’re sure your makeup is ruined.

- yet again, julien stands up and kisses you smiling into the kiss.

- it was such an amazing night for everyone.

- going back stage with julien after the event julien holds into your hand tightly, tears stained on her face with a big grin.

- your lipstick is stained all over her face but she couldn’t care less.

- she ends up dragging you in with her to take some photos even if you ended up being a bit shy.

- spam posting on twitter during intervals you tweet about the boys winning and crying about it. rting a lot of posts

- you have a bit of a big following on twitter anyway. most of it being from being juliens girlfriend and boygenius’s no1 defender.

- boygenius twt fandom loves you. so crying on the timeline about your girlfriend winning a grammy has multiple other people crying in the comments section with you

- julien posting photos on instagram with you holding the grammys together

- going back to the hotel together both of you are still pretty emotional from the events that happened

- a tired and sleepy bath together. washing each others hair

- “i’m so proud of you julien. couldn’t be more prouder”

- the praise you give your girlfriend along with the tiredness crashing into her from the adrenaline that happened a few hours ago has her tearing up in the bathtub

- just a small emotional moment. julien realising where she is in the moment. 3 time grammy winner, in a warm bath surrounded by love and affection. it makes her heart burst with happiness

- she definitely becomes the little spoon for the night.

- the wave of emotion hitting her like a ton of bricks realising the events of today like a delayed reaction has her silently crying in your neck

- obviously you let her have her moment. letting julien melt into your chest as you run your hands through her hair. julien slowly falling asleep to the sounds of your small hums and praises

- you can only pray that next year there’ll be more grammy nominations and wins to come

im so sorry if this isn’t good :( a bit rushed! i reallt felt excited to do this and with the boys grammy wins tonight it was fresh in my mind!

[avocifera]

ok but imagine camp counselor julien……… ok so keep with me as i try to explain my thoughts!

reader is also a counselor at the same camp she used to go as a kid (idk how camp works so pls ignore anything not close to reality) and this year a new girl shows up and suddenly all the kids are drawn to her because!! she plays the guitar!! and sings!! and is the kindest human!!!this leads reader into getting annoyed at julien because they’re not kids favorite counselor anymore :///

best friends! phoebe and lucy who just laugh at reader because clearly there’s more to it than meets the eye so they take it as a mission alongside the older kids to try and get reader and julien together, baker always stealing glances at reader and vice versa 😞😞😞

[greatestwizardofthisage]

adaine, fig, and kristen would love boygenius

[ever-siince-new-york]

silly goofy

i've been making so many of these during my quarantine so I thought i'd post one teehee. ALSO, I KNOW THEY DIDN'T ACTUALLY POST THIS I JUST WANTED TO MAKE THIS OKAY? OKAY. lmk what u think or don't :o

xboygeniusx

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yourinstagram leave room for jesus next time wtf 🙄

~ xboygeniusx don't use the Lord's name in vain next time double-u tee eff

~ yourinstagram phoebe i know this was u, don't try 2 hide behind the boygenius acct

~ xboygeniusx water you talking about...

~ julienrbaker IDENTITY THETF IS A CRIME

~ yourinstagram thetf

~ julienrbaker i was posting under duress, okay?

~ yourinstagram whatever u say babygirl 😘😘

lucydacus smoochie

whereismuna just like us fr

girlxidiiot feeling super normal about this.

hazeltaylorsversion how do i apply to fill this position?

~ phoebebridgers 310-***-****

~ julienrbaker PHOEBE THAT'S YOUR REAL NUMBER??

[boywithpinkcarnation]

your instagram story if you were dating julien baker *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

★ master list ★

c gabs: we are soooooo back!!!!!!! and lil charm cameo for my baddies🗝️🌟 anyways i still have some muna of these to make (found naomi in the drafts maybe…..) anyways more to come 😄