#when i get my hands on julien baker...

[halfundressed]

the record is genuinely the album of a lifetime for me i fear. it perfectly chronicles a relationship that mirrors a formative queer experience for me (might i add that it's infiltrated me and my psyche in a manner akin to blue neighborhood by troye sivan. THE MOTIFS !!! ). i can't ever navigate finding the words to describe how personal and vulnerable and life changing and so incredibly extraordinary these songs are. im literally never going to shut up about it ever.

[deathbyhertouch]

Let the Light In

college! au

julien baker x f!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: implied smut, curse words, angry love confession, making out, sending nudes, dry humping (if you squint), dumb fucks in love

whatcha doing?

You smiled down at your phone, feeling your pussy throb under the skimpy mini-skirt adorning your figure. You unlocked your phone, quickly snapping a pic of the thong under the skirt. You sent it back to her, before locking your phone again. You placed it on the desk in front of you, turning your attention back to the open textbook in front of you. You felt your phone buzz quickly, and you hurriedly picked it up, reading the text she sent back.

my room, 15 mins.

Smirking to yourself, you closed the book and half finished notes, throwing them into your book bag. You hurried out of the library, making your way outside to begin the walk to Julien’s dorm. Autumn was in full swing, the leaves were a variety of shades. The light breeze ran through you making you tug your tiny skirt down, effectively doing nothing for you. You huffed and wrapped your arms around yourself as you followed the trail towards her dorm.

You and Julien had been fucking for a couple months now. She was in her senior year, ready to graduate with a master’s in literature. You were in your senior year of undergrad, eventually going for your master’s degree in pediatric psychology. You had originally met Julien during orientation, both wandering around looking for your dorms. You had transferred in from your home state, and you had bumped into the shorter brunette, who showed you around the campus. It was a few nights later you bumped into her again at a party. You had spent all night flirting, making out, getting stoned. When you woke up the next morning in her bed you saw the note she left.

i got some errands to run, text me xx

Since then, you two had been fucking late at night, and you had been harboring quite the crush on her. She was very stern that your trysts were to be strictly no strings attached. Unfortunately, that’s not how feelings work and your attraction to her grew exponentially. Also quite unfortunate, she showed no sign of reciprocating those feelings. You were growing sick of keeping things casual, but it was the only real way of being able to see her. You loathed the fact that you couldn’t work up the courage to tell her how you feel. 

You approached her building, waiting on the stoop as you shot her a text to let her know you’re here. It wasn’t even a full minute before she swung the front door open to let you inside. You quietly followed her to her room, not a word spoken between the two of you. The second her dorm room door closed behind you, she had slammed you up against it. Her lips caught yours into a feverish kiss. 

You could feel the air around you grow thick with anticipation, the heat between your legs only spurring Julien on. She licked hungrily at your mouth, and you gasped to open for her. She rutted her denim-clad thigh between your legs. You moaned into her mouth, the feeling of her legs alleviating the pressure between you. Your hands found their way into her hair, tugging at the roots. She growled lowly, pulling away only to reattach her lips to your neck, biting down harshly. The sudden contact made you whimper, and she quickly soothed over the bite with her tongue. You gripped her hair, tugging the locks to speed her along.

“Jules please- enough teasing. Please fuck me already.” You whined, anticipation eagerly killing you. She smirked into your neck, lightly chuckling against your salty flesh.

“As you wish, princess.” She pulled away, picking you up and carried you over to her twin sized bed. She set you down gently, before tugging her shirt off of her head. Your jaw dropped, seeing her perfect chest adorned with the ink. Of course the sight wasn’t new to you, but seeing it every time made you fall deeper for her. 

She chuckled at your face, unknowing to you, but she was crushing just as hard. She couldn’t help but feel dizzy whenever you kissed her. She loved how expressive you were at everything she did. She loved the way your legs looked, and how you did your hair. She loved the freckles that dusted your cheeks and shoulders. She fantasized about you in the shower, wondering what it would feel like if you washed her hair for her. 

Julien walked towards you, taking your face in her hands before kissing you deeply. You blushed at the sweet gesture, savoring the moment between you two. She moaned into your mouth, feeling your hands at her sides. You rubbed circles on her bare hips, pulling her closer to you, her thighs falling to straddle your own. She pulled back, eyes twinkling down at you. She brushed your hair back behind your shoulders before grabbing the hem of your skimpy shirt and pulling it over your head. She reattached her lips to yours, palming your bare breasts. You moaned into her mouth, the sensation sending lightning straight to your already dripping pussy. 

You broke the kiss, pulling back to fully take in Julien’s form. She blushed, a small grin creepy onto her face.

“Ever so bashful, Jules. You’re incredible.” Her smile faltered, and she slowly climbed off your lap. You frowned, confused as to what just happened.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” You whispered, suddenly feeling on edge. She shook her head, unable to meet your eyes.

“I can’t do this, can you leave? I-I need some space.” She squeaked, turning away from you to pull her shirt back on. 

You didn’t reply, partially out of shock, but you didn’t know what to say. You nodded, even though she wasn’t looking at you, before quickly redressing yourself. You could feel the tears start to stream down your cheeks. You grabbed your bag, and rushed out of the dorm hall.

It had been a month since that night. Julien never texted you, and hadn’t replied to any of yours. You were so unsure of what had transpired. You didn’t want to move on, and your crush never wavered. You were going out less, barely being able to attend classes. Your friends had given up at this point trying to cheer you up, even though they had no idea what was plaguing your thoughts.

You decided to get out and go get some hot chocolate from the small cafe right off of campus. It was now early december and the snow was beginning to stick to the ground. You loved winter, it reminded you of home. You couldn’t wait to go home for Christmas, hoping it would take your mind off of Julien. You knew it probably wouldn’t do anything, but you could at least pretend. You trudged through the snow, feeling the icy wind nip at your face. You kept your eyes at your feet, when you noticed a pair of light brown brogues in front of you. Your head raised and your eyes widened in shock.

“Can I join you?” Julien whispered, her brow furrowed trying to anticipate your answer. You sighed, mulling it over before nodding your head. She walked alongside you in silence for a few minutes before you stopped to look at her.

“What happened? Why did you just drop me like it was nothing?” You probed, feeling the anger and hurt begin to bubble to the surface. 

“I’m so sorry, babe. Honestly you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She responded, her voice breaking a bit.

“Try me.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“I-I…… i’m in love with you, okay?” Her voice not growing above a whisper. Your face must’ve been harsher than you realized, her face seeming to be showing fear at your own. You breathed and took a step back. She stepped forward, grabbing your hand.

“please- say something, anything.” She pleaded. You huffed, rolling your eyes at her.

“You love me? You stop talking to me, completely ignoring me, pretend I don’t exist, because you love me?” You spat at her, rather harshly. Hot tears were now streaming down both of your faces, your eyes staring at her, and hers were on the ground.

“I thought that if I stopped seeing you, it would go away. I only realized it that night when you looked at me the way you do and told me I was incredible.” She confessed, tears streaming down even harder. You growled before grabbing her face in your hands and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around your waist. You pulled back brushing her tears away with your thumbs.

“Jules you dumb fuck, I’m in love with you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. We could’ve been dating this whole time!” You ranted. She spaced out, fully allowing your words to sink in.

“Oh my god, what the fuck? I’m so fucking stupid. Please allow me to make it up to you.” She bargained. You laughed at her, nodding with glee before bending down to kiss her again. She giggled against your lips. She picked you up and spun around, squeezing you tightly as if she was afraid this was some illusion.

“Deal, you owe me hot chocolates forever.” You jokingly scolded her. She saluted you, grabbing your hand and dragging you in the direction of the cafe.

Love, A

[katebeckets]

AMIDST THE CHAOS: An MSR Playlist ⤷ Part One: Mulder

It's the heart in you, I know it in my bones, that made me change direction when I thought better off alone.

playlist / songs ↘

FAVOR by Julien Baker / "Who put me in your way to find? What right had you not to let me die?" I think in the context of an MSR playlist, this song speaks to Mulder's self-destructive and self-sacrificial tendencies and how he comes to learn that Scully does what she does for him — "I used to think about myself like I was a talented liar / turns out that all my friends were trying to do me a favor / I always want to tell the truth but it never seems like the right time to be serious enough / ... / how long do I have until I've spent up everyone's good will?"

FOUR by Sleeping at Last / The lyrics featured in the gifset are from this song: "This blurry photograph is proof; of what, I’m not sure, but it feels like truth" is such a Mulder line. I'm not sure what enneagram I would guess Mulder is, but I think there's something to this song and his tendency to seek out the extraordinary/learning to find the beauty and mystery in the ordinary. Plus the line right before the one above: "I've fallen in love with a ghost / I lost my balance when I needed it most." And in an MSR context: "What if we already are who we've been dying to become? / In certain light, I can plainly see a reflection of magnificence hidden in you... maybe even in me."

I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY by Gracie Abrams / Anyway... pain!! This song describes how Mulder loves so well: "I like to slam doors closed / Trust me, I know it's always about me / I love you, I'm sorry." And I think it touches an important point about how trauma can impact behavior: wanting to do better is one part of healing, but sometimes we end up in patterns despite ourselves. It doesn't mean that it's not on us to do better, but there can be a feeling of helplessness that comes with trying to do better and failing, knowing you're hurting others and wishing you were learning faster.

SOON YOU'LL GET BETTER by Taylor Swift / This song is so devastating to begin with—truly one of my favorite songs ever—and it is absolutely the worst thing ever to think about the cancer arc and this song :) This whole song fits cancer arc (and abduction arc/literally any time Scully is hurt) so well, but I especially die when I think about the bridge: "And I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if there's no you? / This won't go back to normal / if it ever was / it's been years of hoping / but I keep saying it because / 'cause I have to." And if you really want to hurt, watch this incredible video. It's fine, I'm fine.

READY TO LOSE by Ingrid Michaelson / The chorus really says it all: "I'm ready to lose everything but you." This song is also where the lyrics I featured in the post come from: "It's the heart in you, I know it in my bones, that made me change direction when I thought better off alone."

ANYWHERE BUT HERE by SafetySuit / Something something abduction arc... "and when I'm not with you / yeah, I know that it's true / that I'd rather be anywhere but here without you."

RUT by the Killers / "So I'm handing you a memory I hope you understand / that steadily reminds you of who I really am." This song reminds me of I Want to Believe; I think it's some of what I imagine Mulder to feel when Scully prepares to leave.

COME AROUND by Rosi Golan / "You feel like breathing / come around, come around, come around, come around to me / can't you see you're my lifeline?" To me, this song feels like a companion to "Rut."

A THOUSAND YEARS by Christina Perri / Cliché, I know, but hear me out — "The Field Where I Died." I know their conversation is Mulder asking Scully about it, but it's so Mulder to believe that they've known each other and been friends, always. "I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more."

THE ARCHER by Taylor Swift / "And all of my heroes die all alone / help me hold on to you." There's something so, so beautiful about the way this song builds — "they see right through me, they see right through me, they see right through—can you see right through me? they see right through me, they see right through me, I see right through me, I see right through me." And the way the questions that are asked—"Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?"—are then answered: "you could stay." And guess what? Scully does.

LET YOUR HEART HOLD FAST by Fort Atlantic / This song was one of the choices I almost put for the description: "to believe I walk alone is a lie that I've been told." I've always loved the core message of this song — let your heart hold fast, for this soon shall pass — and it makes me think of Mulder surviving all these years of loss, especially with Samantha.

ORPHEUS by Sara Bareilles / I think there's a theme of "don't give up on me" in these songs, but I think this one adds softness because it goes beyond what Mulder perceives as his own personal shortcomings to speak more generally: "don't stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos / though I know it's blinding there's a way out, say out loud: we will not give up on love now." The beginning of the song makes me think of Mulder as a child: "I know you miss the world, the one you knew—the one where everything made sense because you didn't know the truth." And then one of my all-time favorite lines: "if the bottom drops out, I hope my love was someone else's solid ground." And really, Mulder is love.

PEACE by Taylor Swift / I'm so glad that we get to see Mulder grow over the course of the series and that this song begins to take on new meaning, but I think this song speaks well to the idea that chasing ghosts and monsters is part of who he is, as well as his worry that that isn't going to be good enough, that he can't be what Scully needs—"would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" I think by the end of the series, the meaning of this song can change to refer more to the questions that may never be answered, rather than Mulder's difficulty giving up the chase, which reflects his growth in his partnership and relationship with Scully. But I also think this feels like a very Mulder song because there is so much insecurity; I think at the core of his character is a sense of unworthiness, and it's part of what's so beautiful about his relationship with Scully—eventually, he's able to give her the peace that she brings him.

[liseytopia]

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summary: the love of your life, julien, finds an activity for the two of you to do together <3

pairing: julien baker x fem!reader

contents: fluff, flirting, cutesy cutesy physical touch & words of affirmation!!

warnings: barely proofread

an: help me i'm sorry this took so long @littleacrxbat . i know it seems like i'm just a procrastinator (i am) but i've been struggling with stuff like homework and friends and my mental health so i'm sorry </3 hope this was worth the wait tho!! happy late bday <3

wc: 1k

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

- 𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

it was always the small things when it came to julien. yeah, she cared about big moments like your anniversaries, birthdays and parties, but she oh so loved more than anything to spend time with you and make memories from the little things in life.

the front door to your apartment clicked shut and your keys jangled in your hands before being set on the nearby table. "hey lovely, i'm ho--" you started before the excited footsteps down the hallway cut you off.

she gleefully squealed your name, rounding the corner over to you, and pressed a quick, welcoming kiss to your cheek. you smiled at the action and grew curious what julien's suddenly joyful mood was all about.

you slid off your shoes and threw them in the coat closet, walking over to the kitchen to get a snack. "what's the matter? why so cheery?" you asked, looking back at her, who was sitting on the couch and handling a tall paper bag while smiling like a child.

"you'll see," she responded, smile beaming while she pulled a plastic organizer of beads and string out of the paper bag. you leaned over slightly to get a clearer view of what she was doing and saw a bracelet making kit. you immediately knew how this was going to go down and giggled quietly to yourself at the thought.

you poured yourself a glass of water and traced your steps over to the soft, carpeted ground and moved a pillow from the couch to the floor right next to julien to sit down on. in front of you on the coffee table was the organizer of beads and you rotated your head to look at julien. "you're such a child," you teased to her, although smiling because you loved her no matter what.

"you love it though," she said in a lower voice. you got chills down your spine from the way she looked at you lovingly. julien opened the organizer and requested for you to go get some scissors as she set up your shared playlist on the tv.

it was rainy outside but you kept the living room window open anyways because you liked the crisp air that drifted through it. it was evening and the sun had just set, leaving the sky with that dark sunset color. the background music wasn't too loud and you thanked the lord to be given such a perfect moment to spend with the girl you loved most.

you snagged a blanket from off the couch and covered it over you and julien. she pulled you in front of her causing a quiet gasp to leave your lips. your back was against her chest and she had her arms wrapped aroumd your torso, head rested on your shoulder. you sat still, butterflies fluttering your stomach with every touch she induced on you.

your head relaxed back into her and your eyes closed in relaxation. julien's voice startled you, "i didn't buy all this just to sit and here and cuddle, y'know." you smiled and reassembled yourself. "not that i wouldn't want to, though," she added. you shushed her and giggled, reaching out for your water as she pulled out some string and cut it for you and her to use.

"whatcha gonna make?" you asked her.

"it's gonna have your name on it with a bunch of hearts," she said in a teasing way that had a serious undertone to it.

"we should match," you started, "i'll make one with your name on it." you two both giggled at the ideas but actually went through with them.

you hummed the songs playing in the background while completely resting yourself back into julien, stringing the beads onto your work one by one. you added beads of her favorite colors & grays, every one that was strung onto the bracelet was strung with love. each time you put a new bead on, you thought about how much you loved her. and that made sure that whenever you wore it, which you would keep it on day and night and only ever take it off to shower, you would think of her and remember how much she cared for you. she truly wouldn't know what to do without you.

meanwhile, julien was trying her hardest to make her bracelet perfect. she wanted it to resemble you perfectly. it had your favorite colors on it too and, as she said, little heart beads alternated throughout the pattern. her fingers made sure to be delicate while creating it, knowing she wouldn't ever want it breaking because that evening would be a memory held between the two of you like golden treasure.

you made julien tie your bracelet because you knew she could do it better and you didn't want it to snap. as she handled the beaded ring, she smiled like a kid. she couldn't help it when she saw how much it resembled her and how it showed how much you truly loved her.

of course the night wouldn't end with just those two bracelets, however. you both continued making jewelry, some being your favorite songs from your band or inside jokes you both have together.

you gossiped and chatted about your days, your weeks, your lives, rather. you felt safe telling her even your deepest, darkest secrets. you knew she would keep safe everything you ever told her. and you knew she would remember the little things about you, too, things you loved or disliked or memories you wanted to go back to or fix.

you ended up falling asleep late at night in that same position, halfway through what would have been your last bracelet. when she tried to ask you a question and you didn't answer, she looked down at you, who was curled up in her arms with closed eyes, and laughed to herself. you were too cute for her wellbeing. she stroked your hair and cradled you in the same spot for the rest of the night, whispering to you how much she loved you and hoping you weren't actually awake while she did so.

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© liseytopia 2024 : do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

[honeys-hotties]

I Don't Deserve You-Julien Baker x Reader

my first julien baker fic, because the jb brainrot is SO REAL i love her with my whole heart

jb x fem!reader

angst but happy ending (have i ever written anything without angst??) anyways! as always, this is all made up!! jb is a little mean in this one, and in real life i am so sure she would never act like this

word cout: 2222 &lt;3

After a horrifically unproductive day at the studio, all Julien wants to do when she gets back to her house is sleep for approximately 17 hours. The clock on the wall reads 6:13 when she drops her jacket on the couch, completely forgetting about the dirty breakfast dishes she had promised you she would clean up that morning. You had an obnoxiously early start that morning, but wanting to see you before you left for work, Julien had woken up and you two had made breakfast together.

“I’m so sorry I don’t have time to clean everything up,” you had whispered apologetically, perched atop the counter while Julien stood between your legs. “If you could put everything away before you go to the studio for me please baby? And I can make us dinner tonight? I shouldn’t be too late? I think they were saying 7:00 wrap tonight? So I’ll be home by 7:45 at the latest.” Julien had agreed, if mostly to quiet her excited girlfriend so she could get a few kisses in before you left, but had gone back upstairs and fallen asleep after you were gone. She had slept through her alarm, and in her panic to get to the studio on time had forgotten to clean the kitchen.

Julien walked up the stairs, pushing the door to their bedroom open and falling face-first onto the large, unmade bed, and immediately passing out. She sleeps peacefully for about an hour and a half, until the slamming of the front door startles her awake. Rubbing her eyes irritatedly, Julien sits up in the darkened bedroom, a headache growing behind her eyes. 

“Babe?” She hears you call from downstairs. “Where are you?” Grumbling to herself, Julien sits up and stretches, her back popping from the movements. You pad up the stairs, and poke your head into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of your tired girlfriend. “Good nap?” you ask softly, walking towards the bed and sitting down next to Julien, who wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, resting her head in your lap.

“Yeah, baby.” Julien hums. “Really good nap.”

You laugh softly, stroking Julien’s hair in your lap. “I’m glad, babe. You’ve been working yourself to death recently. How was the studio today?”

Julien rolls her eyes, sitting up abruptly. “I really don’t want to talk about work right now.” She says, irritated. Your eyes widen slightly, shocked by your girlfriend’s sharp tone, but ultimately chalking it up to her exhaustion. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry, Jules. I can go start dinner, if you want to nap a little longer?”

Julien looks at you guiltily. “I’m sorry, princess.” She pulls you into her lap, kissing your forehead repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you.” You laugh quietly, relishing in the comfort of Julien’s arms, the kisses being pressed to your face. 

“It’s okay baby. I get it. Want to come start on dinner with me?” 

Julien nods, and follows like a puppy after you, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julien is so lost in thought that when you stop abruptly in front of her at the sight of the kitchen, Julien smacks directly into you, knocking you forward a couple of steps. 

“Whoa princess, what’re you doin’?” She asks, reaching out to steady you. You swat her hands away, turning to face Julien with an unamused expression on your face. “Hey,” Julien takes a step back. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I just wasn’t expecting you to stop there…” she trails off at the look on your face. “What?”

“The kitchen, JB.” You say, gesturing to the dirty dishes behind you. “You promised you would clean up this morning, remember? I specifically asked if you could take care of it this morning so it wouldn’t be a problem tonight, and you told me not to worry, that you would clean up before you left.”

Julien rolls her eyes, her girlfriend’s irritation only adding to her bad mood. “Seriously, babe? You barely see me all day, and now you’re getting mad because I didn’t do the dishes? So I wanted to get some extra sleep this morning? Don’t you think I fuckin’ deserve it? I work so damn hard, I deserve a break, and having you flipping out on me isn’t helpful, baby.” Her tone is biting, her words harsh, and she barely notices the tears glazing over her girlfriend’s eyes. 

“I work hard too, Julien!” You grit out. “Just because I’m not some incredible singer doesn’t mean I don’t work hard, doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted when I get home. You told me you would clean up and you didn’t, I don’t understand why you’re getting so defensive-”

“Exactly!” Julien yells. “You don’t understand. You have no idea what it’s like to have this pressure on your shoulders every goddamn second, the eyes of so many people, waiting for you to fuck up. But guess fucking what, princess? The world doesn’t revolve around you.” She stalks closer to you, her voice loud. “You have no idea what I’m dealing with, how exhausted I am constantly, how hard I’m working. So I forgot to do the dishes once? So what? Look at everything I do for you, everything I bring to the table, versus you, and then try to tell me off again, princess.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Julien wishes she could take them back. You look like you’ve been slapped across the face, and the unshed tears in your eyes finally begin to fall. You let out a choked sob, backing away from Julien who, in her anger, had cornered you against the table. 

“Wait, baby…I didn’t…” but it’s too late. The damage is done. 

“You’re right, Julien,” You manage. “I don’t know what it’s like. Maybe you should find someone who understands you, because obviously I never could.”

“No, princess, please-” Julien starts, before you cut her off.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You snap. “I’m not your ‘princess’, I’m not your ‘baby’, I’m not your ‘doll’, I’m not anything to you, apparently.”

“No, please. You’re everything to me, I swear, I was just being mean because I’m tired, please, I didn’t mean it” Julien’s eyes fill with tears. You turn away from her. “I think you should leave, Julien. Before you say something else you ‘don’t mean’”. 

“No, please, you know I can’t leave when we’re fighting, we have to fix things, please let me fix things.”

You turn to her, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know if you can fix this, Julien. I’ve put up with a lot of your shit, when you snap at me because you’ve had long days at the studio and I let it slide, when you chainsmoke because you’re stressed and I hold my tongue because I don’t want to make you more upset, when you make my problems feel small because I’m not part of some huge band. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s not fair to me.”

Julien drops to her knees in front of you, reaching gently for your hands. “Please let me fix this” she cries softly. “Please, my love. I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything.” You pull your hands from Julien’s grasp. 

“I’m going to bed” you say, brokenly. “Just, wash the dishes, please.” 

“I love you” Julien calls out after you, watching you retreat up the stairs. “Baby, I-I love you.” You say nothing, and as soon as you disappear up the stairs, Julien breaks down in tears. She sits on the kitchen floor and cries, cries because she thinks she might have just ruined the best thing in her life. Julien cries for what feels like either ten minutes or ten hours, until she has no tears left and her sobs turn into pathetic sniffles. Eventually, she stands up and finds her phone, calling the only two people she trusts to help her fix her relationship. Phoebe and Lucy both pick up almost immediately, and listen dutifully as Julien fills them in on the fight while she tries to tidy up the kitchen. 

“Wow” Phoebe manages when Julien finishes the story. “Julien, fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

“I do,” Lucy chimes in. “You fucked up. Big time. Like, I don’t even know how you fucked up this badly.”

“That’s really helpful, Luce.” Julien retorts. “Now, how do I fix things? She’s the best thing in my life, and I can’t do this without her.”

“I think you and her need to have a really serious conversation about your relationship and what she expects of you” Phoebe says seriously. “It sounds like you’ve been neglecting her, however unintentionally, taking her for granted. She’s put up with it for long enough, JB, and honestly, she deserves better. I love you and I’m here for you no matter what, but you’re in the wrong here, babe.”

“You guys will work it out, but just try to understand where she’s coming from. You’ve got a pretty short fuse when you’re stressed,” Lucy adds. “I know you both and I know how much love you have for each other. Just, talk things through with her, see it from her point of view.”

“Okay. I’ll try. And you’re right, she deserves better. I’ll do my best to try harder for her, to be more attentive and more patient for her. I love her so much.”

“We know,” Lucy says. “We love you both so much, and I know you two will work it out. It’s hard right now, but you’re going to come out on the other side of this so much stronger as a couple.”

“Tell her we say hi, and call us tomorrow with updates, okay JB. We love you.” Phoebe says, bringing a small smile to Julien’s face.

“I will. Thank you guys, I love you both so much.” Julien disconnects the call and wipes down the counter, before turning off the kitchen lights and heading upstairs. Her footsteps grow soft as she reaches the door to your shared bedroom, and she pushes the door open softly, her heart breaking at the sight of you curled up on the bed, eyes red and puffy. 

“I don’t want to talk right now, Julien.” You say quietly, your voice raspy. 

“Will you listen then, baby? Just, I have a few things I want to say to you, to apologize for, and then you can kick me out, okay?” Julien asks hopefully, walking slowly towards the bed. You sit up wordlessly, gesturing for Julien to go ahead.

“Um, okay. Here goes. Baby, I’m so, so fucking sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve been so tired and stressed lately. And I know that’s not an excuse. I just want to tell you where I’m coming from. That gives me zero right to take it out on you, though. And I’m so sorry because through everything, you’ve been here for me. You’ve stuck with me, through good and bad, no matter what. And I’ve been taking you for granted, which is so unfair to you, and you deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who listens to you and values your opinions, someone who loves you so much they can’t stand the thought of life without you. Someone who knows how hard you work, someone who is always there for you, someone who is patient and protective and treats you like a queen. I want to be that person for you, if you’ll let me. I want to show you how incredible you are and tell you every day for the rest of our lives how much I adore you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, give me another chance. You make my life worth living, you make everything better. I love you more than I can ever say, but if you want me, I will spend the rest of our lives proving how much I love you.” By the end of her speech, you're sobbing. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, doll, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Shut up and kiss me” You cut her off, and Julien’s eyes widen at your statement. “I, what?”

“You heard me,” you laughed, your throat still choked with tears. “Kiss me, Julien.” Without hesitating, Julien surges forward and connects your lips in a searing kiss. She can taste the salt of your tears mixing with her own, and when she finally breaks away, she rests her forehead against yours, gently wiping your tears away.  “I love you” she whispers. “And I don’t deserve you. But I love you so much. And I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” you say. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning.”

Julien presses her lips to yours once more. “You’re the boss, princess. I’ll start making it up to you first thing tomorrow.”

“You better.” You say, letting out a watery chuckle, cuddling into her. “And I have a few ideas for how you can start.”

honey's notes: to anyone reading this right now, i love you you're amazing, all the forehead kisses in the world for you! this fic was so fun to write, lmk if i should write more for jb or the boys!

love always, honey

[gingerjolover]

The Love Nest - Julien Baker x young!gf

read the blurb here!

synopsis: young!soft!gf has a bad day but julien is always there to make it better

g's notes: oh heyyyy.... this is a small installment in the controversially young!gf universe, she is lowkey soft!gf coded - i am really going to try and push out more fics now that things are falling into place for me and my life doesn't feel so out of control :-)

warnings: RPF, age gap (both consenting adults!), young!gf is 20?? in this fic, bad day vibes:/, talks of internet bullying, smoochin/lovin/the works, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be tucked behind ear??

The frantic succession of pings had woken Julien up from her post-studio haze, her body half laying on the couch when the panicked texts came in. She didn't even hesitate to get up, changing out of her recording clothes into a pair of boxers and a big t-shirt, moving around the house like a zombie, the routine is one she could do with her eyes closed.

20 minutes later, she sits on the porch, messy hair and slippers on, half exposed to the neighbors by the gaps in her landscaping. She's only lived in the house a few months, having narrowed down what she wanted right around the time you both fell in love almost 8 months ago. It's a small Spanish-style home, close enough to her friends but far enough away from the city that she doesn't feel suffocated. Phoebe relentlessly teased her about the renovations she made, "Oh, so your girlfriend gets to choose the color of your backsplash... it's a love nest!" she had squealed, poking Julien's side as Lucy and Jo admired the palette you had chosen for her kitchen.

She'd hated the teasing, the constant (but loving) making fun of how she worships the ground you walk in, bending to every whim needed to make you happy. Her friends could see it was reciprocated, having finally gotten to know you enough to feel comfortable teasing you about your relationship, your skin thickening with every lousy comment, but smiling at everything from Julien's friend's mouth, laced with admiration for you.

It scares Julien, despite being on the same page about your love, often having deep talks before bed about how the love between you feels like the only thing to ever exist; it scares her just how much she loves you. There's something natural about you flittering around her house, an old ratty band tee adorning your figure as Julien playfully mocks you about not knowing the song blasting throughout the house despite it singlehandedly getting her through her sophomore year of college.

But the best thing, the most natural thing of all, is seeing you pull up into the driveway. Julien envisions when you're done with school, following your dreams full time, and coming home to her every night. Normally, she'd stand on the porch, smiling wide and staring dreamily at you as you park your car. The dog at her feet would wag his tail, ready to pounce when your Converse hits the first step.

But the dreamy eyes are replaced with concern today. She can see your blotchy cheeks through the windshield, eyes bloodshot and streaming. "Oh shit," she mumbles under her breath; every nerve ending is on fire, worry flowing through her veins as she makes her way down the steps to you.

You've barely parked the car before flinging the door open, jumping out, and rushing into her arms. She catches you with ease, one hand moving to support your bottom as you wrap your legs around her, the other tight on your back.

"Hi baby," Julien murmurs, lips pressed to your cheek, your skin warm and damp. Your tears leak down Julien's neck, her hand rubbing up and down your back over your t-shirt, hot and sticky from the sweat, no doubt a result of your anxiety.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, rubbing your nose against her skin as she walks you back to the steps.

"You never need to say sorry for coming here, you know that." She gave you a comforting squeeze before walking you to the porch, the soft glow from inside the house and a few small lights outside were enough to illuminate the whole yard, a warm glow in the incoming darkness.

"Careful buddy, be gentle, mama's sad," Julien says gently, sitting you both down as her dog excitedly moves to you, as if knowing you need comfort, licking your cheek, pawing at your back.

A small giggle and a succession of pets give Julien some hope, her eyes watching your face. Cheeks flushed and puffy, eyes brightened by tears, lips bitten and red, you look so innocent and clearly hurt, but despite it all, approach everything with kindness and gentleness.

“I just needed to see you and I know you have an early session in the morning and I’m not supposed to be here until Thursday but I—“ you start to ramble, knowing that you and Julien both have strict schedules.

"Baby... breathe. It's okay, okay? You're here and safe," Julien says softly, seeing your eyes descend into panic once again when trying to be considerate of her schedule. Julien presses kisses into the crown of your hair, mumbling against the skin, "Besides, I missed you, except I hate seeing you sad, so talk to me; what's happening?" Julien says, pulling away, thumb coming to wipe away tears under your eyes.

“Everything that could’ve gone wrong today went wrong, and I’m so tired,” you breathe out, almost like you couldn't get oxygen back into your lungs. The sobs start up quickly again, heading towards dangerous territory quickly.

Julien's worried frown deepens slightly, but she squeezes you reassuringly. This wasn't good. Not at all. You were usually a ray of sunshine, but the way you breathed out, having such a pessimistic view, sounded... it sounded terrible. She rubbed her thumb against your back in a gentle rhythm. "Slow down. What happened?"

You let out some shuddering breaths, sobs broken up between sniffles before you explain, “I slept through my alarm which I never do, so I missed my meeting with my manager, and then on my way to class my smoothie spilled all over my bag and laptop, and thankfully I backed it up b-but I need a new one, a-and I haven’t gotten the checks from my shop yet so I’m stressing about rent and then all of my paints dried out so I couldn't even work, and my lunch ended up being spoiled so I haven't eaten and I walked to my car after class and there was a fucking p-parking ticket and then when I got home and tried to shower a-and the water was ice cold, and then I stupidly went on instagram and I just—“ you sob gently, all your words like mush, coming in out in only a few breaths.

The more details you explained, the more worried Julien's expression grew. This was a bad day. Worse than most. Her brow furrowed as she took it all in, a frown settling. She kept stroking your back gently as she pulled you in closer, legs interlocking as you sat on the steps. "Okay. Okay. One thing at a time. You don't have to worry about rent. I've got you. Let's just breathe for a sec and figure all of it out…"

“And I failed that stupid philosophy test! He’s making me retake it because my answers were “plagiarized,” according to Turnitin,” you cry out, the elective you were so excited to take because your girlfriend's enthusiasm is a main stress point this semester.

"Hey, hey, let's not worry about that right now. We can deal with your philosophy professor later. Right now, you just need to take some slow breaths, okay?" Julien's voice was soothing; she gently rocked you as she spoke. "Now… the laptop. You said you backed everything up?"

"Yeah, I- but I have so much homework due on Thursday and I— I won't have time to get a new one or even have time to go to the library,” you whine gently, leaning into Julien's affections.

"Hey, look at me." Julien holds your chin gently but sternly; she looks more serious now as she speaks. "You don't need to worry about all of that tonight. You're not going to the library. You'll have some dinner, then we'll crawl into bed and watch a movie, and you can just rest, okay? We'll figure all of that stuff out tomorrow."

“I— I don’t have the time, and I—" you try to explain, tears coming down faster.

The gentle tone in Julien's voice disappears as she shakes her head. "Princess, listen to me." She looks at you firmly and takes your hands into hers, her thumb rubbing your ring finger softly. "You can skip the library. You can tell your manager everything's all right. You can fail one test. You can sleep. We will figure out the laptop situation tomorrow, and everything will be okay. You're safe here, okay? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you right now. You're just gonna relax. I'll take care of everything else."

"But the parking ticket-" you sob softly, cheeks heating in embarrassment.

"I'll deal with that tomorrow." Her tone was more definitive, her eyes locked into yours. "You can just focus on getting some rest right now. Okay? I promise it's gonna be okay."

Julien searches your eyes, watching you nod. Her heart cracks when she sees the tears streaming down, a more profound pain behind your eyes. Her face fell instantly, her hands touching your cheeks as she pressed her forehead to yours. She breathes with you, trying to figure out how to approach what's clearly not a bad day but a breaking point. She gently strokes your hair, "You wanna tell me what's really bothering you, sweet girl?" Julien speaks softly.

“Why are you with me? You’re like— older and successful and isn’t this just— all so stupid, I mean I’m in college and I—“ you whispers, your words riddled with shame as you stare into her brown eyes, feeling small.

Julien's stomach drops; that definitely wasn't a response she was expecting. All of their friends joke about it, but you've never asked the question directly like this. Her mind reeled of every interaction she had witnessed that your relationship was the topic of conversation, wondering which comment was the nail in the coffin, one she didn't even know you had been preparing. She hesitates for a long moment, her brows furrowed. Her expression grows tender again as she pulls you into a hug and squeezes you softly. "Because I love you. And I'm proud of you. And I'm here to support you with everything."

“You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this; it’s all— childish, you’re like—taking care of me,” you say sadly, sniffling again. Julien notices specific language, the rhetoric not like your own, it sounds like a direct comment and not a narrative you've created for yourself.

Julien's eyes widened as she listened; she definitely heard those exact comments on social media, blocking most of it out for the sake of your relationship. "You're not childish. I'm not taking care of you. We're a partnership. We're taking care of each other. You take care of me too. Everything's gonna be ok," she says sternly but gently, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Can I ask you something?" she says softly.

"Mhm," Julien smiles softly at your hum, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. "Did something else happen today? Did someone say something about our relationship? Or have you been reading comments again?" Julien's eyebrows knit together in worry as she looks into your eyes. The trolls were nasty enough as it is. The thought that you might have been rereading their bullshit was heartbreaking.

You look into her eyes guiltily, bottom lip between your teeth as you open your mouth, but nothing can come out, just a sheepish blush crossing your cheeks.

"Sweetheart..." Julien groans, her voice more concerned now. She takes your hands and holds them more tightly in her own. "That's a terrible idea; we've talked about this, okay? You know not to read those comments. They don't know anything about you or us. They're just assholes with a keyboard."

"I couldn't help it, I-" you whine softly, dropping your head low to hide from any disappointing looks Julien might shoot your way.

"Look at me, come on." Juliens pulls your chin up, tilting it so her eyes meet yours. Her expression is soft as she strokes your cheek. "These trolls are just miserable people who have nothing better to do than make other people miserable. We've discussed this: you can't let their opinions take over your life. You can't let them affect you like this."

“I just— had such a bad day and I felt like I couldn’t get my emotions under control and— I just was on there for fun I swear, but then I saw the post from Saturday that Katie posted of us and some of the comments were just so mean, and I started to wonder why you would wanna deal with me? Deal with all of this stuff when you graduated like 6 years ago and I don’t have my shit together, I’m not even 21 so—“ you start to ramble, getting worked up again as the panic floods your chest.

"Hey. Look at me." Julien's voice is gentle as she strokes your hair, holding you close. "I'm not dealing with anything. It's called being in a relationship. There's nothing to deal with. What other people think doesn't matter, remember? Not a damn thing. All that matters to me is that you're here. With me. That's it."

Julien cant help but look down, your lips in cute small pout. She smiles lightly as she wipes your cheeks, kissing your lips quickly.

"Promise me you won't read through that garbage anymore, okay? You know it isn't good for you. It's not good for us. We're good. Just us. Don't let them get in your head. And you never have to justify why you're with me. That's not how this works."

You nod gently, chest lighter at Julien's reassurances. The heavy weight of people's comments still weighs on you, knowing this is something to discuss later, but for now, having Julien dote on you is enough.

Julien's lips curl into a soft smile as she brings her forehead up to yours, eyes still locked into one another's. She whispers softly, "That's my girl. You're gonna rest and I'll deal with the parking ticket and everything else. Okay?"

You nod softly, thanking everything in the universe for the woman sitting before you. You lean in, kissing Julien's cheeks a few times, the corner of her mouth, and then her lips.

Julien hums when you kiss her, your soft lips against her chapped ones. Julien's smile grows wider, her eyes gleaming softly in the dim glow of the porch light, the sun almost set. She closes her eyes and lets out a happy sigh as she pulls your body closer, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

"Are you happy?" you mumble out, tone laced with insecurity, silently face-palming yourself for how you sounded.

Julien's expression grows soft as her hands rub up and down your back, those words tugging at her heartstrings just a bit. She swallows before her voice comes out gentle and sincere, "I am the happiest I've been in a very long time, baby."

Julien's arms wrap tighter around you, and she pulls you into her lap, her lips meeting yours gently and tenderly. Her hands hold your head, mouths softly brushing together, the warmth of your breaths mingling against and into one another's.

She can't help but giggle when you pull away, cheeks flushed and your face moving to her neck. "Can we shower?" you mumble against her skin, Julien's hand rubbing your leg softly.

The blush spreads further up Julien's cheek as she leans in to kiss the top of your head. "Of course we can, pretty girl. I want to get you all cozy," Julien says softly, placing you back on the step as she pats the dog's head, quickly stepping down and towards the car.

She moves to grab your overnight bag, favorite pillow, and purse. Carrying the items in one hand, she locks the car and walks back towards the house, sticking out her opposite hand.

"Thank you," you murmur, kissing her cheek as you grab her hand. "S'no biggie, baby," Julien smiles softly, pushing you through the door first, locking up behind her, and following you straight up the stairs.

You make their way upstairs to the bathroom. The bathroom is dark, except for the light from the bedside lamp nearby that casts an orange-yellow glow. Julien runs the shower, watching you slip into the tub with a small smile. The shower is quick, like any other, Julien tending to you gently. She washes your hair and massages your scalp as you rest against her, a low song coming from her lips.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Julien grabs a pair of pajamas from your drawer in her room. Her hands move gently as she works lotion into your back, attempting to relieve the tight muscles in your overworked body. She kisses your neck and shoulders as she moves, her eyes locking into yours in the mirror, her expression so loving and caring, just wanting you to feel better.

“Thank you,” Julien's eyes shine brightly when she sees your soft, tired expression, your sweet thank you music to her ears. She pulls you closer to her chest, rubbing her thumb against your cheek gently and kisses your forehead. "You're welcome. You wanna order food?” Julien mumbles against your skin.

“Mhm, only had half a smoothie today."

Julien's eyes glow softly with admiration as she watches you lean into her. She kisses your forehead again and hums soothingly. “That’s not good,” she breathes, running her fingers through your wet hair. "Poor baby. You wanna lie down in bed while I order? I promise I'll be quick?"

“Yeah,” you say, eyes closing as you allow yourself to enjoy Julien's tender touch.

Julien's smile grows a little more, rubbing your back reassuringly. She pulls out her phone and pulls up the delivery app, watching you cross into the bedroom. She also moves into the bedroom, turning on the bedside lamp and pulling the curtains across the window, dimming everything to a soft, cozy glow. The room is warm and tranquil, any space in Julien's house can achieve this with just a few alterations.

As you snuggle into bed, reaching for the remote, Julien crosses in front of the TV to plug in your heating pad, setting it across your lap.

Juliens watches your face, taking in your exhausted expression, puffy eyes, and the way you're sunken deep into the blankets. Her soft, loving look changes into a teasing one, she can't help but to gently nuzzle her face into your hair as she leans down to you. "I know it was a hard day, baby, but try not to fall asleep before the food gets here," she whispers softly and playfully.

You squint back teasingly, “What’re you ordering?”

"Probably from that Thai place? That okay? That coconut curry could do you some good... it should warm you up and ease those muscles too."

“Is that the one that Phoebe got for me last time?” 

"Yeah... think so," Julien's tone reflects the fond memories of Phoebe and Lucy trying to impress you and how cute and sweet it all was to them. "She said she did a little research for the best spot in town. It was so nice of her to do that, wasn't it? The food was really good too."

“Yeah, it was good. I haven't had it since that time with them, like 6 months ago," you say, looking up at Julien as she stands next to the bed, one knee resting on the mattress.

"That’s when I thought Phoebe and Lucy hated me,” you snort softly.

"Oh, definitely not. Lucy and Phoebe are probably both a little in love with you if you want the truth." Julien's tone is teasing; she knows how much her bandmates and best friends appreciate you, even if you don't see it yourself. Her tone grows kinder and softer as she continues. "Phoebe just wanted to feel out the vibe and get to know you better,” Julien says.

Julien's expression softens as she rubs her thumb against your mouth, arm sticking out in front of her, "Yeah, they were probably a little skeptical of you when they first met you. I don’t think they were sure what to make of you."

“Was because of my age, right?” you ask softly, eyes shining with insecurity when the 7-year age gap reappears.

Julien's expression grows warm and apologetic, feeling a lot of guilt over your anxiety about the age difference. She sits on the edge of the bed, tattooed hands running up and down your leg reassuringly. "That may have played a bit of a role, but honestly? I think there was a bit of jealousy there, too. You’re smart, pretty, and funny, and I was pretty smitten instantly. I think they might have felt a little threatened by you," Julien says with a twinkle in her eye, her smile moving to the side with jest.

“Shut up, Jay,” you groan, covering your face with your hands as you lean back into the pillow.

Juliens chuckles slightly at your reaction. "What, it may have been true. I mean, have you seen you?" Julien says playfully, pinching your cheek playfully.

“Flattery will get you nowhere."

Julien's playful expression grows a bit more mischievous. "Oh, it'll get me somewhere, alright. I have a certain spot in mind for that flattery." Juliens nuzzles her into your neck, leaning over you, her body half off the bed, as her lips land near your ear. "You know which one I mean."

“Jules!” you laugh loudly, pushing her off.

Julien's grin grows even wider as she's pushed off of you, leaning back toward you, kissing your lips playfully. "Sorry, angel, I can't help myself. I see a pretty girl, and my hands get a little excited."

You cock one eyebrow up at Juliens use of “a pretty girl”. Julien's eyes narrow playfully at your reaction knowing she's been called out for her choice of words here.

"Okay, okay, fine. I see my really, really, incredibly stunningly gorgeous girlfriend, and I just can't help myself. Better?" Julien chuckles.

“Better."

Julien moves to finish ordering the food, patting your leg quickly before going downstairs to get her laptop to try and get some of the things that went wrong in your day sorted. She lays on the bed, resting against the headboard, your back slightly towards her as you focus on the TV. One of her hands moves back into a gentle massage on your back, trying to relax you, your muscles still somewhat tense.

Julien works on setting up an appointment at the Apple store to get you a new laptop, highlighting and noting which options would be best for your current needs. She also makes sure to transfer enough money for your portion of your rent, knowing you will pay her back as soon as you get paid. And you didn't ask, she knows you would do it eventually, but she goes ahead and orders some replacement paint (and a few other things on your wishlist), knowing you need to get prints done.

Julien's fingers move up to your scalp, trying to commit to memory to ask you tomorrow about the parking ticket information so she can pay it as soon as possible. Her fingers move rhythmically, each stroke a gentle massage of your head. She hums softly as she continues, her eyes moving back and forth between the TV and her phone, watching the delivery time on the door dash.

Her fingers slow down and stop in place for a moment, taking a deep breath and realizing despite the hardships, she's never been more fulfilled and content. She can’t help but smile with tender affection as her mind is filled with thoughts of the girl in her bed, this sweet, smart girl who's taken up an unexpected home in her heart.

“Can I take a power nap?” you mumble, already half asleep, Julien's tattooed fingers to blame.

"You want to take a little power nap until the food gets here?" She asks with a smirk, lifting her arm and widening it, a signal beckoning you to her side.

“Mhm,” you nod, moving on your side and snuggling into Julien.

Julien's face is loving as she watches you settle into her side. She pulls a bit of the blanket over both of you, "Go on, baby, take your nap. I'll watch out for the food."

g's notes: does this suck? i feel like its somehow so long and yet nothing is happening lol

g's notes again: yes its 1 am, i- i don't have an excuse actually

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

to fall in deeper - Julien Baker x lacy!reader

jj chats: this has been one of the longest things ive written on this account and i am very proud of it!!! i hope this lives up to any expectations!!! also i recommend reading the first part before reading this it is linked here!

word count: almost 2000!!!

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, julien is kinda mean, someone passes out (not the reader, the boys or muna), reader calls julien 'jay'.

inspired by the request: i lovvved your love Julien fic based on lacy SO much!!! you’re crazy talented <3 would you consider writing more parts of it? 🎀🩷 like maybe how julien falls more and more in love and maybe an eventual angry love confession from julien, and their first date/kiss?

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

When MUNA went on tour, they asked their dear friends to perform as openers. It was on billboards and spread across social media: “Boygenius and (Y/N): openers for The Greatest Band in the World”. All parties were ebullient, another few months of music, laughter, and fun. Everyone except Julien Baker, Julien wasn’t pleased when she found out you were the other opener. She despised the feeling she got in her gut when your name was mentioned, she couldn’t decide what it meant. She was torn between it being contempt or admiration. She didn’t like not knowing, she didn’t like the fact she couldn’t figure you out, let alone figure out her own feelings for you. 

So far the tour had been faring well. There were huge crowds showing up every night, all screaming out the lyrics to their favorite MUNA hits. Everything was going well, until August 6th, a Friday night. It was exceptionally hot and it was starting to take a toll on the musicians. However  they were all pushing through, they had loud fans backstage that gave them some relief from the heat and could basically get away with no shirt on stage. So far, the night was going well, besides the heat. Lucy and Julien sat in front of a large fan, while Phoebe and you stood in front of another one. MUNA was performing on stage, while you all waited until the last song, “Silk Chiffon” . It was always a nice surprise to the fans when you four came bobbing up on stage singing along, dancing with one another. 

Phoebe sighed, turning towards you “Want to go back with me to get some water?”

Your eyes darted to the right, where your water bottle stood proud and tall, still about half full. “No Pheobs I’m okay! I’ll walk with you though!” 

“Oh no dude you’re good,” The platinum blond turned to Lucy and proposed the same question.

“Yeah my water ran out like 5 minutes ago,” Lucy hopped up from her seat, moving towards an already upright Phoebe who was wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, sweat droplets rolling off. “Be right back guys!” 

Before they turned the corner you checked the time and yelled to the singers “I think there's only two more songs till Silk Chiffon so hurry!” Lucy and Phoebe nodded to you and continued their walk to wherever they were storing the water bottles. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Julien rolling her eyes.

You turned your body to hers, you ignored her obvious irritation towards you and smiling you asked, “You good Julien? I got some water if you need it!”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks.” The tattooed woman replied, curtly. 

“Ohhhkay,” you said, confused by her tone. You thought for a minute going back over the day to see if you did anything that would warrant that reaction. You couldn’t find anything, but you did remember how Julien really hadn’t ever been that cordial to you, not since that night outside the restaurant where she found you crying. In a moment of panic you asked the woman sitting 5 feet from you, “Did I do something?”

Julien turned towards you, obviously dumbstruck by your question. She hesitated before responding, you could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes, “No, you didn’t do anything.”

Quickly you replied, desperate to figure out where you went wrong. “You act weird around me.”

You could see a flash of panic move over Julien;s face before it was replaced with a look of annoyance. “How do I act weird around you?” Julien asked as if it was the most absurd sentence you could have chosen to have said. 

“You don’t talk to me ever, you avoid me, you don’t reply to my texts in the groupchat. Yesterday on stage you avoided me every chance you got. I get that we aren’t really close but do you have to pretend like I’m not even there? Like I don’t even matter?” Your voice started to strain towards the end of your dialogue, you could feel your eyes start to water.

“I-I don’t-” 

Julien was cut off by a very energetic Phoebe who came skipping backstage.  “We’re on stage in like a minute guys! Grab your mics!” 

You quickly got up, blinking back your tears as you approached a table, grabbing a mic. You settled your breathing as Lucy came up to you. “You okay?” She asked, voice laced with worry.

“Mhm! I’m fine! I think the heat is just getting to me!” You replied, your voice steady. You’re honestly surprised at how fast you pulled yourself together.

MUNA was on stage finishing up their second to last song for the night when Katie yelled into her microphone, “Thank you all for such a gorgeous night! We have one last song! Can you all welcome our guests to the stage please?” The crowd begins to go crazy. 

One by one the 4 of you run out on stage as the band starts playing “Silk Chiffon”. Your eyes scan over the crowd, everyone is having an amazing time, they all look tired, but in a euphoric concert driven tiredness. Until you spot one girl near the front of the barricade. She looks as if she's about to pass out, and the people around her don’t seem to notice. You brush it off, but decide to keep an eye on her just in case something happens.

As the band starts to play the music fills your body, heating your veins with electricity. You move the mic to your mouth as you sing background for Katie. This was always one of your favorite parts of the show, the harmony between all of your voices, the feeling of being alive and showing it through music. Phoebe rushes up to you and grabs your wrist, twirling you around and smiling wide at you. She leans in and gives you a kiss on your cheek before your bodies find natural sync, dancing together. Everything always gets too chaotic when the 7 of you are all on stage. AS your eyes move from  Phoebes to the rest of the talent on stage you spot Julien glaring at you, your cheeks redden and you can’t distinguish whether it's from the heat or the shorter woman's dangerous stare.

Suddenly you remember that girl in the audience and when you look back to her place, you see her almost going limp, merely held up by the sweating bodies around her. Immediately your mind moves fast, remembering your highschool first aid lessons on heat stroke. Your brain quickly runs down her obvious symptoms and realizes it could be severe dehydration or worse, heat stroke. You quickly let go of Phoebe's arm and run backstage to grab a water bottle and someone to help you. 

Phoebe is confused, her eyes follow you backstage until she sees you grab a bottle of water. Too caught up in the moment she thinks you need a drink. She assumes nothing is wrong and then goes over to Jo to dance with her. The others don't realize your absence, too caught up in the song. Except Julien.

Julien was keeping a close eye on you when you were on stage, she saw every time you glanced at that specific spot in the barricade. Though she didn’t follow you, not until you suddenly appeared on the lawn in front of the stage with a medical professional and a security guard. 

You run to the dehydrated woman and then help her get to a cooler spot, and give her small sips of water to hydrate her. You couldn’t care less about the concert at that point, too concentrated on making sure this person was alright. 

Julien’s stomach started to churn, once again you were proving to her that you were perfect. There wasn’t anything Julien could flaw you on at this point. You stopped singing in the middle of a concert to go and take care of someone in need. How could she avoid her true feelings now? 

The song came to a close, and the bands lined up, wrapping their arms around each other's waists and bowing. Naomi, Jo and Katie blew kisses to the crowd and then they all walked offstage, a concert well performed. 

As Phoebe looked backstage she didn’t see you. She turned to the group and asked, “Did anyone see where (Y/N) went?” 

It came as a surprise to everyone when Julien answered, “They went to help someone in the audience, I saw them with medical.” 

Everyone nodded, Jo hoped the person was okay. Katie and Naomi went to ask someone about what had happened. It wasn’t soon after that you showed up.

Walking back to where you had just appeared from, Naomi and Katie both asked you “What happened?”

You told them that “Some girl in the barricade got really dehydrated and passed out, but she’s alright now!” 

A sigh of relief was heard from all 6 people, relieved that everyone was okay. Small chit chat was made until Jo spoke up “Okay I don’t know about you guys but it is hot as hell out here and I am going somewhere with air conditioning!”

“Finally someone said it!”

“Thank god I was starting to think I’d melt,”

Naomi, Katie, Lucy, and Phoebe dispersed after Jo, all talking about some record they’d listened to recently or where to get takeout from.

Julien stayed behind, and just as you were about to follow after the others she caught your arm. You turned towards her, “What’s up Jay?” The nickname leaves your lips in a second before you could think to not say it. 

Julien looked at you strangely and let go of your arm, not really realizing she had grabbed it in the first place. Another round of butterflies flew through her body as you looked at her questioningly.. “That was super cool what you did for that girl. Leaving mid song I mean.” 

You sighed, you were starting to get frustrated with her antics. Did she loathe you? Were you two friends? It seemed every other minute her feelings towards you changed. It was confusing the hell out of you. “Thanks.” You clipped, starting to walk away.

“That’s it?” Julien asked from behind you.

As you turned back around you noticed she stood as if trying to make her 5 foot frame seem taller, not that it was working. “What?”

“‘Thanks.’ That’s all you're gonna say? Normally you're much more chatty,” Julien laughed.

“I don’t know what you want from me Julien.” 

Julien pauses, looking at you with questions written all over her face.

“When I talk to you, you get snippy and you’re mean. When I don’t talk to you, you want me to talk more. I don’t get what your deal is with me?” You whisper-yelled, afraid someone from the crew would see your argument.

“I-” Julien stuttered, not being able to come up with anything to say.

Finally done with the back and forth banter that has been hurting your feelings ever since you met Julien you declared, “If you don’t want to be my friend just say it.”

Julien looked at you, eyes wide. You watched her as the gears turned in her head, trying to come up with what to say. You gave her a chance to explain herself, you set a mental timer of 30 seconds, if she didn’t say anything then you would go away. 

Those 30 seconds flew by without a peep from Julien, your eyes teared up as you spoke, “Fine, I’ll see you later I guess.” Turning around you went to your tour bus, wondering what you did to get Julien to dislike you so.

The only thing going through Julien’s mind was how she screwed up, bad.

[beansboop]

after the tour - julien baker x reader

okay, so this is my first time writing for Julien. its just something small and was just an idea ive had in my head for a couple days. I know only a few people who write for Julien (i love their work) so I thought maybe I could start writing for her and even the other members of boygenius too! but anyways I hope this is good and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it :)

summary - Julien has been on tour for a while now and all she wants to do is be with the person she loves most. you.

rating - none

warnings - literally just fluff. she/her pronouns. reader is younger (in college) not proofread.

word count - 800

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It was still dark out when you first woke up. Some birds were chirping and you could hear the soft snores from the person lying next to you. 

Julien. Your little body heater. 

She was laying on her stomach with her arm thrown around you. Her face tucked in the back on your neck, her breath tickling you every time she exhaled. 

You shuffled around until you were facing her. Admiring her relaxed face. She had just finished the tour with the boys and has been exhausted ever since she got home. All she wanted to do was crawl into your arms and go to sleep.

Which is exactly what she did last night. 

-

The boys had just finished the last song of the night and the last show of the tour. You were backstage waiting for Julien, and the rest of them. Mostly Julien though. You weren’t able to go to every show sadly, you were in college and had to keep things going with yours and julien’s shared home. You guys facetimed and texted throught the day. You did go to some shows and were able to support them front row or back stage. But Julien felt bad cause she was always so tired after shows all she wanted to do was go to sleep. So she didn’t get to talk to you much or spend much time with you. But you understood completely. You loved Julien and your just happy to be together wherever it is and whatever you guys are doing. 

Julien, Phoebe, and Lucy all came running back and collided into you with the biggest hug. 

“you guys were absolutely incredible out there” you said before you quite literally ran out of breath from the bear hug. 

They all laughed, phoebe and lucy went to go to their rooms to grab their stuff to bring to the tour bus leaving you and Julien alone.  Julien just kept looking at you smiling. 

“what are you looking at?” you smirked. 

Julien laughed “im just looking at you.. ive missed you so much” she says wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. 

“me too,” you said sadly.  “but were together now and we’ll be home soon and we can do whatever you want” you said, kissing the tip of her nose then her mouth. 

“oh.. whatever I want huh” Julien smirked and raised her eyebrows. You chuckled and lightly smacked her cheek. 

You rolled your eyes “ugh come on” you grabbed her arm and started dragging her towards her room to get her things. 

-

For some reason you were wide awake and just thinking about random stuff. You were so in your head you didn’t even realise Julien had woken up. 

“whatcha thinkin’ about baby?” she asked tiredly.

“just life. You, and me” 

She smiled at that. “good thoughts I hope?” 

“Yes, of course” you said, cupping her face with your hand and brushing hair out of her face.

Her eyes starting to close again. 

You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes so she thought you had fallen back asleep. She pulled you closer to her so your face was in the crook of her neck. You both keeping eachother warm from the cool air. 

“are you awake?” Julien asked softly. 

You hummed

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds trying to think of a way to get this all out. “I know because of the tour I haven’t been able to talk to you much or be with you and im sorry. Ive been so stressed and tired lately I know I haven’t been making time to really be with you and when I am with you im just annoying cause im having to practice or talking with the band and im not giving you my full attention” she started rambling. 

Now you were really awake. 

“Julien” is all you said. 

“you don’t have to explain yourself. I get it. Your stressed, anyone would be. eThis was one of your biggest tours and im so, so proud of you.” You exclaimed. 

She started tearing up at your words. She really felt like she was such a bad girlfriend. But of course you would understand, that’s why she loved you so much. 

“Im just so-“  you cut her off with your lips.

“stop saying sorry. You don’t have any reason to be sorry. Im not mad, I never was,  In the slightest.” You kissed her again. This time slowly to make sure she really gets that your not upset. 

You could never be upset at her. 

Especially over something like this. 

You rested your foreheads against each other and just laid with each other. 

“I love you so much y/n. I mean it. You are it for me” Julien said. 

She kissed you gently. “I love you Julien. Your it for me too.” 

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

Baby, It’s Halloween

Julien Baker x Reader

Description: Four gay friends and a remote cabin in the woods, one of which absolutely does not do haunted things. What could go wrong? Sometimes a fraidy cat just needs a brave and strong masc lesbian to protect them.

Contains: PG-13, scared x comfort trope, julien x femme reader, taller julien, mentions of halloween, scary stories, and general spookiness, fluff, laughs and giggles slight mentions of smut if you squint.

WC: Around 2.5K

It was probably a serial killers wet dream as the group of us 20-somethings sat around the blazing fire lighting up the backyard of Phoebe’s family’s cabin. Whenever Julien first asked me, or more so begged me to join them on their annual Halloween weekend I should’ve been more inclined to join than I was. We had been together for over a year, the first one I had notoriously bypassed much to her dismay on some excuse that I didn’t want to get in the way of her friend time. I couldn’t get away with it a second year in a row though, not if I wanted to stay in her friend’s good graces and it should’ve practically been a right of passage to any newbie of the friend group. But if I was being honest, during Halloween the thing always kind of gave me the creeps.

“I’m just saying, this year was a total bust. I didn’t see a single sexy Harley Quinn! Can you believe that? That’s the best part of this season!” Phoebe lamented from her spot on the other side of the fire, shoving a singular marshmallow in her mouth with remnants of her fake vampire blood still decorating her mouth.

“I thought just last year you were begging people not to dress up as Harley Quinn.” Lucy added with a roll of her eyes.

“Babe, do you want any marshmallow with your fire?” I heard the familiar and comforting voice of my girlfriend speak from next to me, wrapping a firm around mine to pull the now charred dessert from the fire and putting the flames out with a strong gust of air.

“See a spirit in the trees and get distraced, y/n?” Phoebe teased with a raised eyebrow as my own started to narrow.

“No, and if I did I’m sure they wouldn’t waste their time hanging out with a bunch of 20-somethings pretending to be teenagers.” I spoke with a roll of my eyes while smushing the marshmallow in between the chocolate and graham crackers.

“On the contrary actually!” Phoebe voiced in amusement as she sat forward on her knees. “I always feel like the spirits get a little bit… active- every time we come down here for the weekend. Especially during the great All Hallow’s Eve.”

“You know that isn’t true, you’re just trying to scare me.” I stated in what was, in my opinion, in an incredibly piss poor attempt at sounding brave when in reality I was practically squirming on the chair.

“Wanna hear the story and then you can put in your two cents?” Phoebe stated with a little smirk forming on her blood painted lips.

“No… she doesn’t! And that’s enough, Phoebe, you promised me you were gonna behave this weekend and you weren’t gonna try and freak her out.” Julien glared across the fire at her unphased friend.

“I’m not trying to freak her out, Julien, I’m simply implying we liven things up a little bit.” Phoebe spoke with an innocent shrug of her shoulders. “What do you think?” She grinned, flicking on a hidden flashlight that made me jump as she held it underneath her chin. “Care for a scare?”

“If it makes you stop acting like an old man scaring children away from his old house then sure.” Lucy grumbled a bit to herself as she stole a look towards Julien. “You?”

“Heck no, your stories are ridiculous.” Julien protested with a roll of eyes. “And if you give my girlfriend nightmares I’m not gonna be happy about it either.”

“Awww… c’mon doggy, don’t be like that.” Phoebe replied, sticking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout before shooting a smirk my way. “Well y/n, looks like you’re the deal breaker.”

On one hand, I was definitely not down for anymore scary stories… especially ones that could’ve been real. Surrounded by a bunch of other 20-somethings in a stupidly old cabin in the middle of the woods. It already seemed like the plot of a bad horror movie. The key word was bad though, bad movies were rarely actually scary. Maybe I could handle this. No, no I could handle this. There was no maybe about it.

“Why not?” I shrugged with a proud flick of my hair. “How bad could one be?”

“Well, our tale doesn’t end very well for a lot of the past residents this cabin has had.” Phoebe carried on in the same theatrical voice she had maintained before. “You see these woods used to be really popular with hunters, even so they always made sure to never let their hunting days drag on to nights due to, well, it’s not exactly safe to be wandering around the woods at night? Even so though… one of their daughters had a boyfriend, a boyfriend that this family just couldn’t stand, you know? So they did what any reasonable parents would do, and banned her from seeing him.”

“That isn’t reasonable at all.” Julien huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I think that’s the point, Julien.” Lucy remarked with a lifted brow.

“Well, reasonable or not… whenever you’re young and in love you tend to make really stupid and rebellious decisions, don’t you? Plus, living out here in the middle of nowhere it was just too easy to sneak around. Now the parents, they trusted their daughter, all around she was a good kid, straight a student, class president, the whole nine yards. So they thought there’s no way she would actually be caught sneaking around in the middle of the night with some good for nothing boy, right?”

Lucy and Julien both snorted at the revelation, and I had to fight not to roll my eyes. Though as Phoebe went on I could already feel my stomach churning, “Now remember, this family has a lot of active hunters right? So they have guns, guns they aren’t afraid to use in case a threat is by any chance suspected. So, one night, during one of their secret meetings they weren’t being as careful as usual, people claimed they were allegedly planning on running off together, skipping town so they could be together and get married and live their lives and all of that bullshit. Her dad though, he was hearing something creeping around at night, so suspecting the worst or maybe even a stray animal or something he takes his gun from inside and sneaks outside to investigate. Mistaking the couple for a bandit though, he fires, thinking that he’s simply protecting his family, not knowing exactly who his victims truly were until he had already sealed their fate.”

“Bullshit Phoebe! There’s no way that happened!” Lucy scoffed with yet another roll of her eyes.

“I don’t know, it does seem somewhat realistic.” I muttered to myself, wringing my anxious hands in my lap.

“Don’t let her freak you out with all of these ridiculous stories. It’s all they are. Stories to make sure you behave.” Julien shook her head, a soft hand lingering on my shoulder as she stood up to her feet.

“It definitely was told to us to make sure we behaved alright. I do think it holds its weight though. It certainly kept me from sneaking around those woods at night.” Phoebe went on, her smirk still remaining on her lips almost proudly. “Don’t even get me started about the ones they told me about the screaming banshee and-“

“Okay, I think I’m ready for bed.” I quickly interrupted with a nervous lap and springing to my feet with way too much enthusiasm.

“Okay, as scary as it was that story was about real people. Situations that everyone has control over! It’s not like anyone of us are gonna sneak out at night and start shooting at each other.” Lucy brushed off next, sitting forward almost as if anticipating another addition to the story. One Phoebe had no problems with granting.

“Well, if you wouldn’t have so rudely interrupted then I could’ve told you about their ghosts. Terribly tragic things, a wailing teenager searching for her lost love, a guilty and crying old man-“

“Ghosts are not real.” Julien remarked firmly, her arm sliding even further around my shoulders as she brought me in closer.

“Weren’t you the one who literally told me you heard wailing in the woods last year?” Phoebe brought up, flashlight zooming over the both of us causing me to wince at the bright light.

“Probably because I assumed it was an animal or something. Not because I assumed ghosts were actually real! C’mon, get real, Phoebe.” Julien groaned which only earned an eye roll from Phoebe’s end, swiping the shining flashlight over the lot of us.

“Touchy touchy.” She drawled on.

I seemed to tune the stupid argument between the two out, my eyes getting heavy as I curled my hands up into the fabric of Julien’s peasant top. Dressed as a gender bent Eric from the Little Mermaid, meanwhile the corset of my Ariel dress was starting to get uncomfortable. All of those thoughts flew out of my head however the moment I saw a shadow catch on the ground just underneath the glow of the flashlight. A yelp sounded from my tone before I could even stop myself, clinging to Julien like a damsel as all three of them seemed to jolt to attention.

“What the fuck? What did you see?”

“Told you!” Lucy and Phoebe both uttered the drastically different statements at once. Julien’s soft voice speaking from above me as she gently brushed her fingers underneath my chin while I shivered underneath her arm.

“Baby? What happened? Talk to me, are you okay?” She whispered, my trembling hands forming into fists against her chest as I gazed up at her.

“I just… thought I saw a shadow or something over there but- I don’t know.” I let out a long sigh as I felt her hands gently cupping my cheeks.

“You probably just freaked yourself out by Phoebe’s dumbass ghost tales.” Julien rolled her eyes, all annoyance directly aimed at her friend however as she slid an arm around my shoulders. “C’mon, let’s just go get some sleep.”

“Ugh, you guys are seriously no fun. Domestic life has ruined you.”

“Please, domestic life has hardly ruined me. You need to put that fire out anyways or do you want daddy to do it.” I couldn’t help but snicker at Julien’s words as she whipped around once more to face the other two.

“This daddy can do it just fine on her own, thank you very much.” Phoebe scoffed before shoving herself up to her feet.

“Just making sure.” She voiced with a shrug before leading me off towards the entrance. All the while unable to pull my own eyes from the sprawling woods that only seemed to grow darker by the second.

~

“So… do you really think there’s any validity to that story Phoebe told? Like, do you think it’s real?” I wondered from the bathroom as I worked a cleansing balm into my face, wet eyeliner streaking down my eyes as if I had had a bad night.

“It’s possible… I mean it’s not that far-fetched of a story.” Julien spoke from her spot on the bed as she scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. “Do I think any vengeful spirits are roaming the grounds though? Hardly.”

“You know I try to be a skeptic.” I let out a little sigh as I finished wiping my face with a towel, decorating the fabric in various shades of eye makeup and red lipstick. The sight almost looking mildly gory as I tossed it aside and shuffled back into the bedroom.

“I mean, we could always blame the ghosts… if you’re into that sort of thing.” A squeal sounded from my lips as I felt myself being pulled onto the queen-sized bed, unable to stop the giggles from releasing as I watched her body crawl on top of mine.

“You know we don’t sound like ghosts, and no offense but your moans aren’t nearly as noticeable as mine.” I smirked a bit to myself as I slid my arms around her shoulders regardless. Not exactly a no, but a large maybe as I planted my lips firmly on hers.

“Hmmm…” she hummed against my lips, the vibrations nearly driving me insane as she whispered into my mouth. “Maybe I should stay on top then.”

“Christ, Julien.” I cursed, feeling her hands sliding so perfectly around my waist, lifting me until I was nearly pressed against her completely. Her lips were soft and inviting, a faint sense of nicotine on her breath but not enough to make it unbearable. She was a great distraction from the general spookiness. Though just before I could let my legs slide open just the slightest bit more the sound of something being more or less shoved to the floor caused my breathing to halt in my lungs and my hands to ball up against Julien’s chest with a gasp. “The hell?”

“Did you… sit something close to the edge on the counter by any chance?” Julien wondered with crinkled together eyebrows as her head turned towards the direction of the sound. A plethora of skincare products now rolling around haphazardly on the bathroom floor.

“No way, everything was pushed up against the window whenever I finished up.” I stated, suddenly drawing a bit closer towards the bed frame. “Julien, exactly how much do you not believe in ghosts?” I added, catching a bottom lip in between my teeth as I watched her make her way towards the bathroom.

“Suddenly… up for debate.” She answered, another stream of curse words falling from lips as I dropped my head into my hands. “Relax, clearly whoever this ghost is is just really passionate about you completing your skincare routine.”

“Not funny.” I glared, crossing my arms firmly across my chest as Julien only snickered a bit to herself as she proceeded to place the remainder of the products back onto the counter.

“Hey, listen.” She began, making her way back into the room to crawl into bed. “You really think I’m gonna let some ghost fuck with my girl?” She voiced just as she caught my chin in her hands, a soft flutter springing up in my heart every time she did so.

“I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts?” I teased just before sliding back underneath the covers, finally feeling the tenseness in my muscles relaxing as she pulled me in. Strong arms enveloping around me until the only thing I could think about was how safe they made me feel.

“Ghost or no ghost,” A small smile stretched on her lips just before I could feel the most tender kiss being placed upon my own. “I’ve still got you.”

[lesbianslvt666]

My angel wanted it so here it is :))

@machetegirl109

Couture!Lingerie!Designer!Ellie x Rich!spoiled!Reader

(Also idk why but i picture Ellie fully tatted on this one like Julien Baker tatted iykwim)

The night was setting fast, cold breeze entertaining through the front door as it opened, big man dressed in a black tuxedo entered the store and a bright voice chime in behind him.

“We are closed now!” Ellie was tired, her assistant had gone sick so she had been working by herself for a week.

“Miss Williams, good evening… we have an appointment settle for today” Ellies slumped form approached the talking man.

He gave Ellie your last name, her confused face looked around the store, she was sure she heard another voice but she couldn’t see you.

Her face went down to the desk in front of her, big notebook where they annotate all the appointments, her assistant had suggested going digital, she even proposed uploading everything from the notebook to the computer, but Ellie was a simple woman and she loved physical stuff.

Her hand wondered to the date of today, looking for time frames and your last name. Bingo…

“Why is it taking so long!” Your voice revealed from behind the broad man, pretty legs adorned with the tiniest of skirts, brown colored with a pretty white button up.

Your hurried steps came closer to her, pretty stilettos clacking with every step.

Bending over the desk you came closer to her notebook, long manicured fingers pointing to your name on the page.

“Here i am, now can you look at my tits? I have a special request…” your voice came lower than expected, Ellie was prettier in person.

“Um… yeah, uhh… over here” her hand pointing towards the dresser room

Your guard went outside the store, giving extra privacy for he knew your plan.

A week ago you were scrolling down tiktok, finding on your fyp an add for Ellies store, and as soon as you saw her you needed her…

“Look Roger, this is the plan” you told him, sitting him down on the couch, you took the remote and pointed to your big screen. “Do you see this girl?” The image of a short haired, green eyed woman appeared on the screen, Roger moved his head up and down as to say yes. “Good, i want her, so…” you gave Roger your unlocked phone, already with the number ready to dial. “Call to her store and make an appointment for the weekend, we are going to New York, so get your things ready” your bright smile and tiny jumps made Roger giggle with you.

Walking in the dressing room Ellie tried not to look much at you, your pretty face was already printed in her mind and your scent clouded the entire room.

“So, here is how this works...” she grabbed a measuring tape and put it around her neck, a small note pad on her hand and a gel ink pen hanging on her working apron.

It was no secret that Ellie liked girls, however, her work ethic was stronger than any desires… until now.

For when she looked back at you there was no clothes but your pretty skirt and those sexy stilettos.

She gulped.

“Um… as i was saying… i am gonna take your measurements and then we can um… we can talk about… uhh… the rest?” Her mind was wondering, your breast on full display for her and she was already melting…

She was trying hard to pay attention to her words, this should be normal to her i mean, she’s been doing this for years now is not something she hadn’t seen before… right?

“Measure me then!” You were so overly excited, thinking of her touching you pooling in a creamy spot on your undies.

She came closer to you, reason and lust fighting inside if her.

Her hand reached for the tip of her measuring tape, pulling it down her neck, long slender fingers stretching the tape, pressing them across your back, measuring your shoulder blades, a gasp left your plump lips when her tatted fingers caressed over your pretty skin.

She was trying hard not to touch as much as she wanted, but the little whimpers you gave with each burning contact her veiny hand gave you got you delirious.

You turned around facing her now.

Her pussy was pulsating and so was yours.

Rapidly beating hearts mirroring each other with fervor.

You took her hands on yours, measuring tape between her fingers and you placed it on top of your tits, the tape vaguely covering your nipples.

Ellie was fighting creamy cunt versus screaming mind.

The ache between her legs was louder than her reason.

Her eyes went from your eyes to your nose, lips and neck, traveling all the way down to your breasts.

One of your hands traveled to her hair, placing a strand behind her ear.

She glassed a finger over your nipple, lips parting open when she felt your pretty pink glittery nails scratching her scalp when you grabbed a handful of her auburn hair.

Her green eyes darkened, blown pupil and flush skin.

The warn light of the room imitating the feeling on your cheeks.

You were indecisive, crashing her lips with yours first or give her the satisfaction of tasting your pretty tits on her mouth?

Her eyes trained to them, almost begging you, her hands now traveling down your torso, open palms touching every part of your skin, cold silver rings chilling the fire trail she was leaving behind.

When her hands reached your hips your mind went dark, thoughts of all the thing you could do with, for and to her clouded your vision.

Your hand on her head pushed her face forward, as soon as her hot mouth latched on your tit her hands squeeze your hips with need.

Licking both your boobs and sucking on them like a desperate, hopeless slut.

“You little cunt like that?” Your whinny voice penetrated her ears and her eyes rolled back.

One of her hands grabbing yours, guiding you to her aching cunt, a wet patch on her trousers and you had to close your thighs together.

Your hand went up to the collar of her blouse, cleaning her juices on your tongue first and then going back to the collar, pretty finger curling on it and taking her with you, guiding her like a lost puppy to the couch.

You sat her down straddling her, her hips buckled up as soon as you let your weight down on her and it made you moan.

Her hands traveled to you ass squeezing, her lips parted in satisfaction as soon as you squirmed from the contact. You took your opportunity, lowering yourself to kiss her, her lips crashing with you.

Fierce kiss heating both your cores, sloppy tongues and wet saliva falling from each corner of your mouths.

Both bodies trying too hard to be at contact with one another and Ellie almost went crazy, she latched on your collarbone, butterfly kisses flying around your neck, your hands rushing to the buttons of her shirt, trying to take it off.

Your desperate attempt made her chuckle on your neck, your hips bucking at her reaction.

Detaching from your skin was hard, but she had to give you all you wanted, so she took off her shirt, sports bra falling with the blouse to the ground.

Your pretty nails came in contact with her nipples, teasing and tickling her which made her squirm, her cunt was soaking for you, pulsating with the thought of having you screaming her name while you scratched her skin with your glittery nails…

Fuck writers block, i always hit as soon as the smut starts lmao 😭😭 sorry yall :((

[trueblueidiot]

Thorns and Roses

Julien Baker X fem!reader smut

18+ only please!!!!

Warnings: digital penetration, dirty talking, cussing, teasing, I think that's all.

FYI, this is my first smut ever, so yeah, don't expect anything spectacular lol

also thank you @jake-kiszkas-smirk for helping me with editing. love you bunches!!

“You’re so pretty.” you sigh, placing a kiss over the second skin protecting Julien’s new thorn crown tattoo. It had been a few days since Julien got her new ink, and you were still in awe. The thorns beautifully accentuated her chest and fit perfectly with the rest of the ink adorning her skin. 

“You’re too sweet, baby.” she smiles, kissing your forehead while playing with your hair. You and Julien are sprawled across the couch, having a lazy day. Your body lies atop hers, legs intertwined. 

Too preoccupied playing with your hair, she doesn’t register your hand slowly creeping down to unravel the strings of her sweatpants. However, her eyebrows quirked up, and a sly grin appeared across her lips when you pushed the waistband down to expose more of her v-line. Your thumb began to rub deep circles into her right hip. Eyes never leaving hers, you start placing opened-mouth kisses across the expanse of her tattoo.

“So, so, so, pretty.” you say in between kisses. 

Julien breaks the eye contact, throwing her head back against the arm of the couch, a sigh puffing through her lips.

“Quit teasing, baby.” Julien groans, grabbing your wrist, trying to push it where she needs you most. Chuckling softly, you raise yourself off her to shimmy her sweats and underwear down the length of her legs, throwing them somewhere on the hardwood floor. Her head raises for a second to watch you scootch yourself up her body, getting face level with her chest and propping yourself up on the side of your forearm. 

“Hi.” you whisper, smiling at her.

“Hi.” she smiles back with that cheesy goofy grin. You giggle lightly as one of her hands snakes its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss. It’s gentle at first, but Julien gets increasingly desperate the longer it goes on, licking into your mouth and deepening the kiss. It’s your turn to groan as her free hand goes under your shirt to play with your nipple. You gasp as she pinches and pulls with the right force to be painful but pleasurable.

Your hand begins a rhythm of sliding up and down her inner thigh. You further test her limits by grazing your pinky against her groin. Julien gasps against your lips, breaking the kiss and pulling her hand from under your shirt.

“Please?” Julien whines, smacking a hard kiss against your lips, almost as an offering. 

“I’m getting there, I promise.” 

Julien throws her head back against the armrest of the couch in frustration. She huffs out a groan and rolls her hips up into your hand. She is trying to gain some sort of friction. Your hand ceases its strokes, opting to grip the meat of her inner thigh instead.

“Please, please, please quit the teasing. I need you, need your fingers. Need to feel them in me; feel you in me.” she pleads, looking you right in the eyes.

“Well, since you finally asked so politely.” you kiss the juncture between her neck and jaw.

Sliding your hand up her thigh to cup her first, you slowly ease your middle and ring finger down her clit, through her labia, feeling the wetness that now pooled between her lips. Pull your fingers back up, collecting her arousal to place it on her clit, massaging slow, tight circles.

Her hips jump slightly, and you smirk at how worked up you can get her in such a short amount of time.

“Better?” you ask cockily, kissing the underside of her jaw. 

“Mmmhmmm.” is all Julien can muster to whine out between her heavy panting. 

Your two fingers migrate from her clit down to her entrance, where you slip them into her heat, curling.   

“Oh, yes! Thank you, thank you!” she praises. Her hand finds purchase in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and tugging slightly, trying to ground herself. Your ministrations reduce Julien to a squirming fucked out state. Her breathing is ragged and uneven. And the only sounds coming from her parted lips are soft “uhs” of pleasure. 

Your open-mouth kisses upon her collarbones and sternum grow sloppy, but you keep them persistent in appreciation of her thorn tattoo. 

With a particularly pointed curl of your fingers, you hit that spongey soft spot within Julien, and her hips jolt up into your hand.

“Oh god, right there! If you keep that up, I’m going to cum.” she states through gritted teeth.

“I gotcha. Just cum all pretty on my fingers.” you coo.

You speed up the pace of your fingers, trying to get her to her peak. You know she's close because she keeps trying to close her knees, her toes are curling, and her legs are shaking.

“Uh!” Julien cries out, cumming on your finger. Working her through her peak, your fingers slow down as her shaking and breathing slow down. You pull your fingers from her and pop them into your mouth, licking them clean. As Julien catches her breath, her head tips down to look at you, and she’s got the most fucked out grin on her face. 

“God, you’re good with your fingers.” she laughs. You smile at her, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

“All for you. I love you, J.” 

“Love you too. Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby. It was my pleasure.” you turn your head and throw her an exaggerated wink, which sends her into a fit of giggles. 

[chvrrycola]

STRAY KIDS X CLICHE MEETCUTES - YANG JEONGIN

word count | 0.9k

warnings | food mentions

now playing . . . appointments by julien baker

AN // the final part !! i hope you've enjoyed

the other meetcutes!

you didn’t know why, but you were not in a good mood today. no real reason behind it, no good excuse for the nasty look you had given the old lady in the street who almost bumped into you. you hadn’t slept badly, no one had said anything particularly mood-ruining, but something in you seemed to have just decided that you were not going to be good company for the next 24 hours.

you didn’t feel like spending time with anyone, didn’t even feel like looking at people, all you wanted was to head to the convenience store, grab your favourite ramen, take it home and let your grumpiness melt away with a dozen or so episodes of your favourite anime. 

headphones on and hood up, you made a beeline for the aisle where you knew the noodles would be waiting for you. you were lucky, there was only one original flavour left, if you had been even a minute later you might’ve missed your chance.

as you reached out a hand to grab the packet, a muffled voice breached your space. you couldn’t hear what it had said over your music, so, reluctantly, you pulled your hood down and removed one earphone, not wanting to mislead whoever had spoken into thinking you might want to have any kind of real conversation. 

you faced the voice, and the human it had come out of, and made an ‘i’m-sorry-what-did-you-say?’ face. 

‘“damn, is that the last pack?”’ he repeated sarcastically. the guy was around your age, and clearly thought he was hilarious, though with your current mood, you were less inclined to think so.

‘uh, yeah, i guess so, sorry.’ you weren’t sure that your response would be much more intelligible than his voice had been, but you really just weren’t in the mood to converse, even if you were denying this guy the privilege of eating what was, as any intellectual would know, the superior instant noodle option. 

he didn’t look particularly satisfied with your answer, and tapped you gently on the arm as you walked away.

‘i know this is probably really annoying, but are those like, your absolute favourite? i haven’t eaten them in a while and they’ve like my all-time greatest ramen.’

he did look apologetic as he begged you to exchange, and you found yourself almost feeling willing to make some sort of a compromise, but they were your favourite too. 

‘kind of, yeah, i’ve tried all the variations but none of them are really on the same level.’ 

‘ugh yeah, you’re so right, i remember thinking that the crispy chicken one sounded really good when they first announced it but i tried it the first day and it was just… bad.’ 

you suppressed a laugh, finding it funny how intensely serious this random man seemed to be about his taste in ramen, before realising that you couldn’t really talk, considering that you still had no intention of sacrificing the packet. 

‘how about this,’ he began, re-energised somewhat by the apparent genius of his idea, ‘you let me have the original, but i’ll pay for whichever other one you decide to get.. no? okay how about i buy you three more packets then?’

he seemed genuinely convinced that this was a good deal - at least until you pointed out that you didn’t want three packets of random sub-par ramen when your favourite would probably be back in stock the next day. 

the man had just opened his mouth to try and offer a different reason why you should give up the noodles when a middle-aged man entered the aisle with the pair of you.

‘sorry you two, you don’t know if they keep the original flavour somewhere else do you?’ he noticed the packet in your hands, ‘ah, i must be too late, my daughter told me they tend to go quickly, nevermind.’ 

he began to leave and you caught your new debate partner side eyeing you as he walked away. maybe you weren’t feeling quite as icy as you thought.

‘excuse me,’ you called out, ‘you can have these, i hope your daughter enjoys them.’

the middle-aged man tried to object, insisting that you kept them, but you were sure. 

‘it’s fine really, there are plenty of other good flavours.’

he smiled and thanked you, turning once again to go and pay. 

‘plenty of good flavours? so there are plenty of good flavours now?’ you rolled your eyes, but he continued, ‘what is it about that guy and his daughter that’s so deserving of the world’s most magical instantaneous ramen noodle experience?’

‘maybe i can buy you three other packets to make up for it,’ you suggested dryly, picking out another flavour at random and moving to go and pay yourself.

‘hey wait up!’ the voice came from behind you, followed by a quiet rustle suggesting that he too had bitten the bullet of semi-disappointing ramen.

‘i’ll pay,’ he said once you were back walking in step, ‘cos i was so annoying about it earlier.’ 

you tried to object but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, taking the packet from your hands easily and beginning to scan the barcodes. 

‘besides, if i pay, this can officially be our first date.’ 

he tried to wink at you, failing miserably and instead awkwardly blinking in your direction, but you laughed and went along with it, agreeing to sit outside with him as the sun set over the river. 

[deathbyhertouch]

A Smoke for a Date

(this gif has me in such a chokehold)

A/N: hello, hope this double post in one day is good enough penance for not posting in a few days. i'm running out of ideas for fics, so please please please send me some ideas you'd like me to write.

Julien Baker x f!reader

here is the song I envision you and JB dancing to

warnings: nothing really- just pure fluffy goodness

word count: 1.2k

You were beaming with joy at your cousin as she kissed her brand new husband for the first time. You cheered with the rest of the wedding guests as he dipped your cousin for a deeper kiss. You could feel happy tears well up, trying to blink them away, you wouldn’t dare ruin the masterpiece you called your makeup. The happy newlyweds made their way back down the aisle and into the big hunting lodge to continue to the bar before the reception started in an hour.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up, and made your way down towards the dock that sat on the property, taking in the wondrous view of the serene lake. You opened your clutch, pulling out a light green pack of American Spirits. You dug into the small purse, thumbing through your belongings to no avail. Your lighter was nowhere to be found. You huffed, pulled the cigarette back out of your mouth to place it back into the box, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a shorter woman, chestnut brown hair, and a black tux with a cornflower blue tie. 

“I’ll trade you a light for a smoke?” She bargained with you, extending her hand towards you, ever hopeful you will take up her offer. You smiled and warmly accepted her hand, giving it a firm shake.

“You got a deal.” You replied, giving her a cheeky smile. You handed her one of your smokes, and placed yours back in your mouth. She leaned into you a bit, before clicking her lighter. You inhaled deeply, as she lit her own. You exhaled, holding the stick between two fingers, as you held out your other hand.

“I’m Y/N. Are you here for the bride or groom?” You probed, wanting to get to know her a bit better, as she looked quite handsome in her embroidered suit. She exhaled her own smoke, taking your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb across your skin. You blushed at the soft touch, feeling a bit like a giddy schoolgirl. 

“Julien, old college buddy of the groom. I’m charmed to meet you, Y/N.” She remarked, wanting to talk with you just as much as you did her. You giggled, totally not helping the schoolgirl allegations. She matched your giggle, your hand still grasped within her fingers. You both finished your smokes, talking amongst yourselves.

“Well, Y/N, would you care to accompany me to the bar?” Julien inclined, hopeful. You smiled at her; “I’d be delighted.” You hooked your arm in hers, and she led the way towards the bar.

✾✾✾✾✾✾✾

After a few cocktails and one semi-decent chicken dinner later, you and Julien had spent most of the evening quite inseparably. You laughed at her jokes, and her not-so-subtle flirting with you. You matched her energy, as best as you could, absolutely enamored by the shorter woman. You were both deep in conversation when you heard one of your favorite songs start playing.

“Oh shit, are they playing good music? I love this song! C’mon beautiful, you owe me a dance.” Julien trilled, pulling you off your barstool, and onto the dancefloor. You giggled down at her, following her lead. She placed her hands at your waist, her fingertips glossing over your back, her fingers warm against your skin. You were now mentally thanking yourself for choosing a backless gown. You blushed again, slinging your arms around her shoulders, your own hands resting at the base of her neck. You hummed with delight as she pulled you close and began to sway you to the song. 

“I can’t believe you know this song, this is one of my favorites.” You murmured into her ear, your head resting alongside hers. She nodded against you and her arms wrapped tighter around your waist. You swayed along with her, feeling her heart thump against your chest. You could’ve stayed like this, with her, until the end of time. You pulled your head back to look at her, finding her brown eyes were already meeting yours. You smiled at her, your fingers entangling themselves with the hair at the back of her neck. She let out a small groan, her cheeks flushing bright red at the small gesture. 

“ You look so beautiful in that dress, Y/N. I’m glad I asked you for a smoke.” She gushed up at you, her eyes twinkling with joy. You smiled, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. You pressed your forehead to hers, looking deep into her eyes.

“I’m glad you had the lighter, would’ve been waiting ages for someone else to offer one if you hadn’t shown up. I dare say I might have been dancing with someone else to such a romantic song.” You cooed back at her. She let out a nervous laugh, her blush creeping back across her cheeks.

“Well we can’t have that, can we? What do you say I light you another one, during a walk under the stars?” She posed, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. You pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, and pulled out of her grip, dragging her hand with you as you walked out of the lodge. She trailed behind you, the corners of her smile reaching as high as they could go on her face. You pulled her towards the dock, but straying to the side where a small sandbar lay. You pulled the smokes out of your clutch, offering one to her before placing your own between your lips. She lit yours, before doing the same to her own. You both sighed happily, inhaling the smoke into both of your mouths.

“So, Julien, I hate to ask, but do you plan on making a move tonight? Or am I a bit too hopeful?” You pondered aloud. Her eyes widened a bit, making you regret blurting out your thoughts, after all, you have only known her a couple hours. You took another drag, praying she said something -anything to offer you some relief. She seemed to fumble for words, which made your stomach churn further. You looked down at your feet, now feeling a great deal of embarrassment. 

Without a further notice, she grabbed your face between her ink covered hands and pulled you into a deep kiss. Your worries melted away as you melted into her plush lips. Your hands found their way to her waist, gripping her hips to pull her closer. She sighed into the kiss, glad she followed her instinct to show you her affections, rather than try and figure out the right words to say. You pulled away after what you would consider the kiss of a lifetime. 

“Well, that answers that. How should I reply to this?” You feigned contemplation before pulling her back into a heavy liplock. She squealed with delight and picked you up by your waist, twirling you around. It made you laugh heartily, as she spun you around on the small beach. She let you down, pressing a few small kisses all over your face. You beamed down at her, pulling her into a loose embrace. 

“Yeah, you’re better with words than I am.” She sheepishly muttered, a small smile on her lips. You laughed at this, pulling her in closer. “Can I take you out sometime?” She asked. You smiled back at her and nodded. 

“How about now? There’s this diner with the best milkshakes you’ll ever have.” You presented the option to her. She pulled you in for another kiss, this one short and sweet. 

“Lead the way, doll.”

[phoebesspikytitties]

𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

Julien baker x reader

After the last show of tour, Julien and you end up in a hotel room together. The tension between you breaks.

!!!smut!!!!

Thank you to the anonymous request!!! This is basically a blurb, shorter than most of my fix but still pretty long, not my best but I still love it!

-🦷

It's the last day of the tour, and you end up sharing a hotel room with julien, as the boys decided it would be best to spend a night apart after spending many together. The problem with this is the ongoing tension between you and Julien. The fluttering feeling when your hands touch, the hugs that end in hickeys, the 'friends kissing' turning into her grinding on your thigh, and so, so much more.

Once the two of you are at the hotel, everything between you and Julien is normal. Maybe even better than normal, considering she is wearing a sheer, white tank top with nothing underneath, with boxers for shorts. Currently trying not to visibly drool over julien, you decide to just go shower, choosing to just sleep in a sports bra and boxers. This outfit does the same to Julien as hers did for you.

"It's pretty early, you wanna watch a movie?" Julien asks you as she pats the bed next to her, which seems pretty normal considering the tv is centered in front of her bed.

"Ok yes, but what movie?" You reply, settling into the spot next to her

"Breakfast club? It's one of my favorites."

"I love that movie"

"Perfect" she replies, pulling you closer to her in the bed.

Before you know it, the movie is almost over and you're in her arms, both of you giggling and peppering each other with tender kisses. Soon, this innocent flirting has turned into making out, grinding on each other's thighs, begging for friction with breathy moans.

There's a knock on the door, causing you and julien to jump apart. Now sitting on the bed next to each other, she says "I got it." She opens the door to see room service, dropping off some surprise cookies that you can only assume were sent by lucy.

"Someone sent us cookies!!" Julien exclaims

"Ooooh what kind??" You ask

"Looks like Snickerdoodles to me" she says, handing you one.

"These are amazing, thank god for fancy ass hotels" you say, you and Julien sitting next to each other now on your bed, both of you on your second cookie already.

"Y/n we should probably save some of these for the road tomorrow, we've gotta drive to the airport"

"Fiiiiinnee, and we should probably sleep seeing we have to be on a plane in 7 hours"

After you and Julien do all the nighttime routines you've developed on tour, you decide it's time to actually try and sleep.

"Goodnight Jules"

"Goodnight y/n" she says, turning the lamp between your two beds off.

………..

It's been about an hour since you decided to try and sleep, you're laying there, the only thing on your mind being Julien. Resisting the urge to touch yourself as you think about earlier.

You're clearly not the only one stuck with the activities of earlier on your mind.

Julien, quietly and breathily moans your name. You're now aware of a wet thrusting noise, picking up pace as she now, not so quietly moans your name again, stopping suddenly realizing her volume.

"Julien baby, do you need some help?" You say getting out of your bed and making your way to hers.

"Please y/n"

You move from your sitting position on the side of her bed, going to kiss her. This kiss is even more passionate than earlier. She breaks apart to take her shirt off, which was her last remaining piece of clothing, you follow suit leaving both of you now toppless. Seeing her topless under you as she plays with your nipples, drawing an unsupressable moan from you.

Kissing down her body, kissing all along her collarbones, paying extra attention to her sternum tattoo. Attaching your mouth to her nipple, pinching the other, she arches into you gasping at the pleasure. Nipping at her hip bones, running your hand that isn't holding your hips down along her inner thigh. She was already soaked from before, from just thinking about you. Now this fantasy is becoming real, she can feel herself absolutely dripping with your face so close to her pussy.

"Princess please help me already" she whines out

Your response to this is wordless, dipping your head down to circle her clit with your tongue.

"Jay honey you taste so good, and all for me too"

Her only reply is a moan as you insert a finger into her, curling it just right causing her to grind into your tongue.

Inserting a second finger, it doesn't take long for Julien to come all over your face, the rooms next to you now undoubtedly aware of your name.

As julien rides out her orgasm on your fingers, she shakily says "t-thank yo-you" finally relaxing her body.

Looking up at her, sucking her sweet juices off of yourself, you say "no, thank you julien. This is all I've been able to think about since you kissed me the first time"

Making your way to her side, embracing her softly with your head on her shoulder. Staying that way until her breathing regulates.

"I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" you say heading to the bathroom.

You come back wiping your face clean of her, handing her a cool cup of water to drink. Cleaning her off as she drinks, making sure to be extra gentle around her clit as it's still tender and swollen.

After cleaning up and getting some clothes back on yourself, helping julien into hers and climbing under the covers, spooning with julien as you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

[julienbakerpls]

silk chiffon, part one

Julien Baker x Reader 18+

You admit you were confused when your girlfriend asked to borrow your sparkly mesh crop top, but watching her put it on with a pair of low rise dickies… well let’s just say your mouth was watering. Julien smiled at you, noticing your glazed over expression. 

“Aw, do you see something you like, baby?” She said, biting her lower lip and walking over to you. You place your hands on her exposed waist pulling her tighter against you. You press a sweet kiss to her lips, running your hands down her back. You pull away, your entire being on fire.

“Are you wearing anything under this?” You say, feeling your face heat with desire. Julien flushes pink, she grabs your wrists pulling your hands to her chest. 

“Pasties?” You ask, taking full advantage of her placing your hands and massaging her breasts. 

“Do you want me to be?” Julien asks shyly, pressing herself closer to you. 

“Jay, in a perfect world, you’re always wearing as little as possible.” You say, kissing her again. Julien pulls away laughing.

“God, Baby, I love you so much, but that was horrible.” She says, and you pout until she takes pity on you and kisses you again. Running her hands along your hips, she deepens the kiss. It's heated and wet, and you know you’re whining into her mouth. The two of you were leaning against the armrest to the couch in the boygenius dressing room. Julien pulls away, pushing you over the armrest and back onto the couch. Julien straddles your hips, kissing you greedily. Your hands instantly go underneath her shirt and massaging her breasts again. You’re panting into her mouth, arching your hips to gain friction. She’s moaning into your mouth as your hips meet. You start playing with her nipples, Julien panting into your open mouth unable to catch her breath. 

“JB Silk Chiffon is up next!” You hear Phoebe call from the other side of the door. You groan into her mouth, still kissing her. Julien starts to pull your hands out from under your shirt that she’s wearing. 

“Noo,” You whine, pinching her nipples once more before pulling away completely. Julien laughs loudly, kissing your lips sweetly. “You’re such a tease,” you pout. Julien pouts back before pulling away completely.

“I don’t think its called being a tease, if I plan on fucking you stupid after the show” Julien says, blushing when your mouth drops open in shock. “Was that too much?” She smiles shyly. 

“Definitely not too much, however I need to drown myself between your thighs right now.” You say looking up at her from the couch. 

“Hey, drowning is my job.” Julien says sternly pointing a finger in your direction. She pulls you up with her and starts dragging you in the direction of the stage. The song had already started, Julien pressing a kiss to your lips before, walking on stage. 

You’re standing with Phoebe and Lucy sidestage, your mouth open, eyes glazed over, possibly drooling. Phoebe wraps her arms around your shoulders, saying something about catching flies. Lucy snaps her fingers in front of your eyes, bringing you back to earth. 

“JB is soo getting laid tonight.” Phoebe laughs, messing up your hair before running on stage. Lucy fixes it for you, before she also runs on stage. 

Your eyes are glued to Julien, watching the way she’s swinging her hips. The song comes to a close with the boys making their way off stage. Julien finds you instantly, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss. You pull away gasping into her mouth. 

“How long until you have to be on stage again?” You ask, kissing her again. Julien enthusiastically kisses you back, pulling away briefly to mumble something that sounds a lot like 30 minutes. 

Before you know it the two of you are back in the dressing room, locking the door before she has you pressed against it. Julien kisses you roughly, slotting her thigh between your legs. You grind yourself down onto it, moaning into the kiss. 

“Jay, You look-” She cuts you off, kissing you hard. She’s pressing kisses into your neck, biting and sucking as she pleases. “Jay,” you groan, walking her backwards towards the couch, you pop the button on her pants. With her help you push them and her briefs down her legs, you’re on your knees in front of her before you know it. The part of your brain that is still working sets a 20 minute timer on your phone. You pull the mesh top over her head moaning at the sight of her shirtless.Your hands massage her breasts, biting and sucking on her nipples, Julien whimpering and throwing her head back.

You press kisses down her body, biting and sucking on her tattoos.You mouth along her thighs loving the way Julien gasps, rocking her hips up.

“Baby, Please..’ Julien whines, trying to guide you to where she needs you most. You run your nose along the crease between her thigh and her center, biting down gently, loving the whiney noise that escapes out of her mouth. You finally take pity on her and yourself, licking a flat stripe up her center. You part her thighs, making more room for yourself and spreading her wet folds exposing her to you. You groan to yourself at the sight, instantly lapping up her wetness. You suck her clit into your mouth, massaging it rapidly with your tongue. 

Julien gasps out, wrapping her legs tighter around you, her fingers getting lost in your hair. You move down to press your tongue into her slick entrance, fucking it in and out, and slurping up her taste. She rolls her hips up, pressing your nose roughly into her clit. Julien’s legs are starting to shake, her hands gripping your hair tighter. You move back up to massage and suck on her clit, pushing two fingers into her slick entrance. The two of you moaning at the feeling, Julien’s eyes are struggling to stay open, but she is fighting to keep staring at you. 

You push a third finger into her curling them just enough to hit her G spot. You press your tongue in hard circles on her clit, adding a fourth finger. She’s so wet now you can’t tell if it's her or if you're just drooling this much. From the sweet taste of it you're sure it's a mixture of both. You pull away slightly to adjust her hips, looking her in the eyes before spitting on her clit. You quickly go back to sucking her clit and fucking her with your fingers, like your life depends on it. 

“Mmm fuck Baby!” Julien calls out, her fingers locking themselves into your hair and holding you still. She grinds herself against your face as she cums all over it. You help her ride out her orgasm, taking your time cleaning her up with your mouth. You pull away feeling how wet your face is, you smile at her. Julien’s face is completely blissed out, and she moans when you lick your fingers clean of her. 

Julien pulls you to her, moaning when she tastes herself on your lips. 

“You’re so-” She kisses you again, getting lost in it. 

The timer on your phone goes off letting you know she has 10 minutes before she has to be on stage. You stand up, pulling her up with you. Julien is completely naked except for her shoes, she pulls her briefs up before walking over to her wardrobe chest. She throws on her vest and pants before kissing you again. You moan into the kiss, helping her button up her vest. 

Your phone goes off again letting you know she has less than 5 minutes before she needs to be on stage. 

Julien starts trailing kisses down your neck, you moan pulling her closer. 

“Jay, please-’ You moan out, feeling her smirk against your neck. 

'What do you want, Baby?’ Julien says, biting down on your shoulder. You gasp, your hips involuntarily searching for hers. 

“You have to be on stage,” You whine petulantly against her lips, she groans before pulling away. Grabbing both of your hands she pulls you out of the dressing room, and towards the stage. 

“Good luck, baby” You smile, kissing Julien’s forehead. She smiles up at you, before leaning close to whisper into your ear. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good after the show, Princess.” Julien kisses your cheek, pulling away and joining Lucy and Phoebe. 

You groan when you make eye contact with her and she winks at you.